Journal Three: Elusive Empires
2004--Blood Ties�

Chapter 31--Wicked Game

The world was on fire, no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you...

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Wolfbane Estate, 10:00 pm

Slim hips held a sway as she moved down the hallway, towards the conference room. She was once again on her way to snoop through her Daddy's documents. "Don't feel like you're doing anything wrong Bethy, it's for his own good you know..." She always heard her Mother's voice when that thought crept into her mind... It's something she heard a lot when she was a child, though it was the bitter truth. The clicking of black stiletto boots echoed through the dim hallway as she came closer to the door. Her slim frame was clad in a form fitting white leather body suit. Utop the white was a black leather corset which had white flowing silk attached around the hip line. Black opera length gloves and stiletto boots rounded off this set along with those long fiery locks of wavy red. She looked just like her Mother in every way, shape and form but it was the calm and collectiveness she lacked. She wasn't one to toy with and often scared potential suitors away. It would be easy for her to just take one but no, love was something one had to find... And it wasn't an easy challenge. A light sigh escaped her lips as she slowly pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped into the what she thought was empty conference room... Oh, but there was someone there alright...

The world was on fire, no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
No and I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you...

 

His massive form turned from the painting on the wall to the one that had just entered... And a puzzled look crossed his rugged features. Slime colored hues studied the slim figure he seemed to tower over. "A distant relative, no?" He asked, referring to the painting on the wall that resembled the young lady standing before him. And not even dressed to impress, just a pair of dirty, holey faded blue jeans blood stained wifebeater and that infamous leather trench coat. A leather clad hand slowly reached up to tighten the red bandana halfway hidden by long, dark locks. If anything, his hair got treated better than he did. He gave a light bow and forced a smirk across pale lips. "Forgive me M'lady, I haven't introduced myself... I am Grey Zeven, prime candidate for The Black Hand... I've been called here to speak with some Blade fellow... Know where I might find him?" He asked, hues never leaving her slim form. She was indeed a beauty... A prize for any man indeed... In his own mind though, any man BUT him...

Well, he was a sight for sore eyes indeed... So why would he be chosen for The Black Hand? With Blade you never know... The man must have skill... "I certainly hope he does anyway, sheesh..." She thought to herself, stepping past him. Hues rested on the painting of her Mother for a moment before she finally spoke. "She is my Mother... Well, was anyway..." A light shake of the head was given as she turned back to the man. A red brow slightly quirked as she studied him once more. "And this Blade fellow you speak of... That's my rotten brother, if he called you here... I'm sure he'll be along shortly. It isn't like him to make appointments and not keep them..." She finished, sitting in one of the plush leather chairs at the long table. She was curious indeed as to why her dear brother would want that monstrosity as part of The Black Hand... There must be more than this to meets the eye...

The door to the conference room stood open, and as Blade paused to the door to glance in, his eyes fell upon the slim figure of his sister, and this outlaw Brujah that he had met while in Cairo a few years prior to his Paris assignment. Those were the days, a candid flash of running amuck the dark streets of Cairo during the heat of the rebellion struck his thoughts. His own Tzi sect of the Sabbat under heavy attack by a band of Assimates with nothing but one lone Buhjah..a wild card in the Tzi household, that would become the lone demise of the Assamite's own den. Fond of this one's methods of fighting, and the usual calamity of chaos and flamboyant drama left quite an impression on Blade, but as with most Kindred warriors, they won't directly admit it..a pride thing, you see. Egos must be stroked with just the right care.

He listened to the conversation with mild interest, quite pleased to see Beth out and about, exploring things not meant for prying eyes, or ears to see. Their father did not know what he was doing by shutting his children off from his life like this, even if it was indirectly, it was well noticed by his offspring. But, in that just cause, it would be from his own blood that they would seek out the knowledge to deal with the misgivings of their father and his choice in mates..and friends. Both Beth and Blade knew one thing; no matter what the circumstances, noone would make them forget their past, or the blood of a mortal saint that courses in them as well as the tainted blood of kindred. The two halves do complete their circle of life, and even their father wasn't aware how dominate their mother's mortal blood was over that of old world royalty. Blade smirked at that thought; his father would have a cow if he even thought it. Oh well, time for thought was over, business awaited.

"Well, Zeven, I'm glad to see you found your path all the way out here to Satationside..."  He said as free hand pushed the door on open all the way, stepping in as he did. File tucked underneath his right arm was plucked out and lay to the table before him as he then slid out a chair at the head of the table, and took a seat.  "And even more impressed you made it upon the grounds of the estate...in one piece...."

 Dark eyes still resting on the lanky figure of Grey as he sized him up before he then looked to his sister with a smile. "Hello sister dear, would you mind sitting in on this meeting..? I think you need to be a part of the Estate's business..Since it seems we are alone in providing for our safety here.."

A hand motioned to both of them to have a seat as his attention fell to the file. He thumbed it open then glanced over it a silent moment oe two before he focused his attention back to Zeven.

"Emerald has faxed me her dossier on you, Zeven...she is certain that with enough training and knowledge in the skills of assassinations, you would be a prime candidate for the Hand...As for myself, I beg to differ...so until you can prove your worth to me, I will allow you to serve as chief of security to the estate...you'll be granted sanctuary for your services here....and of course free board and a paycheck comes with the job. How you handle yourself in this 'job' will greatly determine if you are worthy of serving the Sabbat as a death dealer..are we reaching an achievable goal with this?"

He turned his attention to the Brujah a moment, awaiting his view of the offered job and possible acceptance into the Hand. Of course Blade wasn't going to hand over the title without some type of dues paid for it...Blade knew of his work, and knew he was suited for the Hand; but question was...is the Hand ready for him? This would be interesting to watch develop, no doubt.

-= I'd show a smile but I'm too weak... I'd share with you could I only speak...=- 

 

  Gaze lingered towards Blade for a moment as a smirk curled across her lips. Planned on it... I came here to snoop. Hues slowly moved to Grey as that smirk tightened just a bit. And I'm quite satisfied with what I've found. A fiery brow slowly quirked as she leaned back in the chair, finally letting her devious gaze fall. Beth was like her father, too cold hearted to show a sense of emotion... A sense of love. But when the right one came along, someone just as cruel and rotten as her... It was another story. So, what puzzled her was... Why did her Father choose someone so kind hearted and passive as her Mother when in all reality, Sir. Antoine's heart was as cold as ice. Maybe she melted it?

A dark brow arched towards Beth as he watched her for a bit after her gaze fell. She was deep in thought no doubt, he had picked up on that from the beginning. It was hard to imagine these two being Brother and Sister, but it was the truth, he was most certain that they had their similarities. Hues then turned to Blade as he forced a smile upon his pale lips. He listened to all the man said, and indeed, it was a damn good deal. He gave a glance back to Beth once more, straightening his bandanna. Just as long as no one spys on me... He said, referring to Beth's snoopiness. Then I accept your offer Blade.  A nod was given to Blade as heavy arms folded across his chest.

Gaze shifted from Grey to Beth as he listened idly to their comments. He lowered his head then to hide a smirk, oh no.. the poor Brujah had no idea just what he was getting into. And, of course Blade wasn't about to say otherwise. Grey would have more than his hands full with the new job alone, far be it for him to 'bite' off more than he could chew by ruffling his sister's feathers...arching a brow, head tipped up as gaze shot over to the homeless Brujah. Colorful this estate was becoming with it's scattering of both homeless Sabbat and turncoat Cam kindred. He quietly hoped they were turncoats, for their own hide's sake.

"Very Well, Grey. Welcome to Wolfbane.."  He stood up and offered a hand out to him, firm shake given then hand receided back to the table to collect his papers up.  "I'll have Knox fill you in of your duties and show you around. ... And tomorrow evening, you'll begin. Any questions, direct them to the ghoul, if he can't answer them, then I'm sure he can find someone who can. Dark Eve, you two.."  With that bidding, gaze turned to Beth a moment as a lingering smirk creased his features. A soft nod to her as he turned and stepped on out of the room. Tucking his papers undernesth his arm, heavy footfalls soon echoed down the corridor, fading in the distance as he dissapeared.

 

 

Chapter 32--An Evening with the Arts

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

DelaCora Gallery, 9:00 pm

Arianna was in the office, just inside the gallery to the right. She left the doors unlocked always when she was there. She was dealing with some plans she had coming up to go home for a while. Dressed in her usually, well fit skirt suit, the skirt just above midthigh, well fit double breasted jacket with a low v-neck and caramel colored locks extending loose down her back.

The black BMW came around a corner and followed its present path until it came upon the gallery where it stopped and disembarked a well dressed albeit unimpressive seeming man. He held his head in a neutral position as he moved through the young night toward the gallery. A ringed hand reached out to open the doors of the gallery. He made his way in with black shoes sounding over the floor as he moved about the Gallery admiring the arts present. Two guards armed with AK47's hidden in their jackets waited for him outside. He was dressed immaculately with black dress pants leading to a well made silk of design jade shirt.

She heard the soft click of shoe heels on the floor. Standing from her desk, she walked out into the gallery. Pale gold eyes fell over the well dressed man. The click of her own heels would sound across the floor of the dark arts gallery as she approached, a casual crimson smile spilled smooth rich words drowned in accent that could only be of Spain. Good eve, Senor. May I help you?

Greetings my dear. Quite the night out isn't it? No help for the time just admiring the arts.  Marcus held his curled finger against his chin in contemplation of the sights. The pieces were surprisingly good for modern art which surprised him. Marcus had tastes far mor suited to art from the 16th and 17th centuries. Modern art was so... abstract. He hardly considered random allocations of color art.  These pieces are quite good. I have never really favored art from after the 17th century.

She nodded. Thank you. I like to think my work unique.  Most of which where demons, or vampires in the throws of their own passions, blood covered fangs and lips.  Is there anything specific you are looking for Senor?

A topic of particulair interest to me is of the more legendary topics, such as a lycan vampire hybrid. It is a most amusing if not somewhat abhorrent myth.  Now Marcus felt no statement was further from the truth but stupidity was  not the way to keep one's operations in private.

She directed his attention to a peice she had just recently finished and hung. It showed what could have been Lycan at first view, but to take a better look, he had no snout. Almost a vampire covered in furr, with other aspects of the Lycan form. He was crouching on a concrete grave box with a woman draped in red laying infront him, her face turned away, only the bloodied holes of her neck appearant as to their activities. Perhaps this would be more for you.

 

Indeed! This is an exquisite piece. When did you complete this?   He nodded in mute approval of the work. If only he could make that scene reality. Good things came to those who wait though. This is a truly magnificent piece. It would seem that the art of creativity is not dead in the modern world as I had long thought it to be. Where are my manners though? I am Collin Marcus Xavier, pleasure to meet you.  A more egotistical side on his personality  wondered if she would recognize the name.

I finished this peice only last week, but it's only been here in the gallery for a couple days.  She looked at him a moment, eyes narrowed but she never lost the casual smile.   Hm.. Xavier, kin to Rachyl Xavier by any chance?

 

Yes. She is my child. I am quite proud of her. She will serve Lord Antoine well indeed. Ahh well you are to be commended on your work. Are you a Torreador?

She is a lovely woman, I've had the pleasure of her company a couple times, and the challenge of her hunt  She laughed softly.  I am Toreador. May I ask why you inquire?

Your art. It displays the beauty Torreador's admire so passionately. Just as we Tzimisce see beauty in intelligence you find your outlet through art and are very adept at it too I must say. I in most instances scoff at modern attempts to create beauty, be it on canvas, stage, or screen.   He looked somewhat non-chalant though.  That is just my view though. I must admit I am abashed for having not been here sooner. My pursuits at the estate (wolfbane estate) keep me busy to the point that I am afforded little time to enjoy the finer things of unlife.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion Senor Xavier.   She offered a sympathetic smile.  It would seem that the Wolfbane Estate keep all busy enough to enjoy little. Or atleast that is the impression I have received. How did you hear of the gallery?

Rachyl had informed me of it after returning from one of her excursions with that... man that Antonie chooses to call son.  The bad blood between Marcus and Antoine's childer was already surfacing while normally kept lowly boiling just under the surface.

I take it that you and Blade have little in common?   She found that a bit amusing, and not really unheard of.  I will have to thank Rachyl the next time I see her for sending word your way. It's not often I have someone in with such a wide span of opinions on art.

Oh? That is surprising. I like to stay well informed however your fine gallery was a place I had no infromation on. That is why I have come and I am glad that I did so. As for the Wolfbane children they are impudent little welps drunk on the wine of their father's power. They have no respect for their elders in the clan and need to be taught a lesson that Antoine is refraining from enacting.

She chucked a bit, shaking her head.  I know nothing of their affairs, only what I have seen while running into them at various places. You approve of Rachyls marriage though, do you not?

Yes, in fact I offered her as a gift to Antoine. She is a good child and will serve Antoine faithfully. He looked as though he could use a companion. The rigors of leadership were, understandably, taking their toll upon him. She makes him much more at ease for what he does.  He smiled charmingly showing those pearly white teeth to her with the fangs only half visible the rest obscured by his slight overbite.  I only regret that I have yet find a woman as worthy to be my own companion.

Rachyl is very lucky to have a father such as yourself, and with that, I am sure that you will indeed find your own companion.  She offered a playful smile.  May I offer you a drink Senor Xavier?

I would be honored to accept a drink. She doesn't really require me. Rachyl is a quite independent woman. She takes care of herself with little aid from me. Please call me Marcus. It would put my mind more at ease. I get enough foramality from the ghouls at the estate and labs.

Very well Marcus.  She motioned to the back of the gallery to the open doors that lead to the gardens, where the bar was,just outside the door.  What will you have?  The gardens where lit by soft torch style lights that lead up the many paths, most of the garden covered in lush green and white flowers

Do you have any bloodwyne? I could use some sustenance. It has been sometime since I have been surounded by such exquistly beautious surroundings.

This is one of my favorite places. She walked to the small bar, pulling a crystal, rose etched flute, then a dark bottle, pouring the liquid three quarters of the way filling the glass, then turning back to Marcus with the glass offered.

Thank you. I won't forget your hospitality.  He took a drink of the liquid. This is quite good. So what do you occupy your time with aside from art m'lady?

Unfortunately, it would seem that art is my life anymore. I have six galleries around the world, including this one.  She looked out over the gardens, then back to Marcus.

Then in devoting your life to you art you not only create considerable beauty but you also waste it. A beautiful woman should not hide between her brush but allow her beauty to be seen by all who would gaze upon her.

Had she been able to, a comment such as that would have made her blush lightly. She smiled again.  You are too kind Marcus. And what is it that you do when allowed time from the estates?

Mostly I write, read, spend time with my daughter and Antoine, and in the future I will most certainly spend more time at this gallery.

She realized during the conversation, she'd forgotten to introduce herself.  It would be nice to have a familiar face come in now and then. I'm sorry for having been so rude, I am Arianna LeCrue.

He took her hand and kissed it softly.  The Pleasure is all mine Arianna.  He took another sip of his wine. So I take it you don't venture away from your gallery much?

It seems only on rare occasions. Rachyl had called a couple weeks ago to invite me to an eve with herself, Antione, and Blade, and then the Masquerade. I have yet to see you at such events.  She smiled softly, returning to the bar for a glass of wine.

Generally I stay away from such events. The public events are not much my vocation. Generally I stay back and do logistics for some events. I may make more of an appearence in the future.

I certainly hope so, it's a shame to keep such a presence all to yourself. I would almost call it selfish.  She laughed softly.  I hope I am not keeping you from something important.

You are to kind Arianna. I hardly consider it selfish though. Antoine always was the flashier of us. Perhaps that is why he is leader and I am Elder. You are not keeping me from anything of import.

Antoine is certainly a creature of his own right, unique and different. I find him to be .. amusing in his old ways.  She took a small drink from her wine. So Marcus, why is that eligable bachloretts aren't flocking around you? You seem charming and decent.

The surface is not always the heart of the man my dear. Many women find my bookish and otherwise driven nature to be... ah, what is the term I have heard... a turn off yes that's it. Few modern women have done enough to impress me and the embraced women that do impress me are abosorbed in their own pursuits.

And I'm sure, much as art goes, modern women have little potential for anything that speak of as a companion?  A slender brow arched in curiosity as her head tilted a bit to the right.

You are astute. I admire that quality in a woman.  He rose his glass in salute and took another drink from it.

She would tip her glass in return before taking a small drink. Would you care to wander the gardens if you have time?

I would be delighted. Lead the way m'lady.  This woman was even if a Torreador suitible to be the companion of any man be he kindred lycan or human. It was a shame that she was so engrossed in her arts. Still the ancient art of courtship was far from dead and Marcus intended to revive some of its lost finer points as soon as and as quietly as possible.

The dirt paths of the garden where soft, before leaving the awning of the back door, she slipped her heels off, then motioned for him to join her on the walk. She was silent a moment, listening to the night in her garden, then turned her attention to him.  If I am being too personal, please let me know. What of Rachyls mother?

Not at all. Rachyl's mother... she was a fine woman indeed. Although she was caught between the feud between the kindred and lycans. She was trying to help broker a peace treaty for Romania at least when the deal went awry and ended in a pitched battle between the two sides who had come fully armed for a "peace" negoiation.

She nodded, looking at him as she spoke, then out over the path ahead of them. She truely sounds like a wonderful woman. Indeed Rachyl is the perfect combination of both.

Yes well in the time I have grown sour over the entire affair.

She smiled softly. Odd, you don't seem so sour.

Dwelling on the past destroys the future.

Then speak of the past we shall no longer do this eve. I like to keep things pleasant in the garden. So tell me of your plans for the future, nothing too far off.

Nothing so interesting as your art I am sure. I am just going to keep an eye on the Labs and do a little work on some of the more vital projects. Mostly though I hope my future will hold more meetings with you. You are an excellent person to converse with.

She smiled, looking ahead. I would hope to see you again, such conversation is always good company.  She pulled  a card from her pocket, white with gold trim, and handed it to him. Feel free to contact me any time.

He took the card and gave it a cursory glance.  I will most certainly make it a priority. Tell me Arianna could I proposition you to come to the mansion? I would like to show you places outside of this gallery.

Her pace slowed a bit as she turned to look to him.  That would be lovely.

Splendid!

I'll be expecting a call, letting me know when your schedule allows?

The hour is growing later my dear and there are things that must be attended to before the night ends. Of course. I will make it my number one priority. I would never forsake myself the pleasure of your company.

I will be expecting your call then, Marcus. Shall we walk back to the gallery now?

Indeed. Let us. Every second spent with you though is an hour's worth of bliss. He smiled charmingly and offered his arm toward her.

She wrapped slender fingers around just below his elbow. You certainly have the Tzi charm.  She smiled softly.  Do you get to travel much, even for business?

I have been many places. New York, London, Milan, Paris, Los Angeles, Rome. However I find that I always prefer it in Romania and Transylvania.

She nodded in agreeance. There truely is no place like home.

As they moved toward the Gallery he thought to himself silently that she would make a magnificent wife if only he could sway her.  Indeed there isn't.

She walked silent a moment, then looked back to him.  You should visit Spain sometime. I think you would like it there.

If all the women are as beautiful as you I don't know if I would be able to handle any time spent there.

She laughed softly. Women are indeed lovely, but I think a man such as yourself would appreciate the culture more. It is still a very traditional country.

Perhaps we can both go there. I fear I must bid you farewell.  He bowed formally to her and made his way through the gallery toward the exit and the two armed men awaiting his arrival.

She nodded, returning to her office.  Good eve, Marcus. I look forward to hearing from you.

It has been a pleasure being in your company Arianna and I look forward to our next meeting.  He left with his guards in tow for the BMW which was to return him to his affairs at the Wolfbane estate.

 

 

Chapter 33--Setting up Shop

 

Lupine Territory, Romania 2004

Street of Dreams Cafe
The little cafe was set back from the street just far enough to give it the vague hint of seclusion. From the outside, the building was unremarkable- brick, single-story, slowly being overrun by some form of ivy that crept along the corners toward the shingled roof. A wooden sign proclaimed the cafe's name and hours, the latter of which seemed unusually late.

Within, muted earth tones gave the place a comfortable, relaxed atmosphere. Hardwood floors gleamed from a recent application of polish. Traditional table and chair sets matched the same wood grain, the seats padded in a deep shade of green. Elsewhere, low couches and tables echoed the same decorating motif- cozy and inviting. The long counter at the far end of the interior was lined with tall wooden stools, the rungs carved with a winding pattern of leaves.

Behind the counter, Samantha was fighting with the new cappucino machine. Muttered curses hissed between her lips as she checked and rechecked the fixtures and plugs. With an exasperated sigh, she stood back and glared at the shining chrome device. Sometimes, she really despised technology. Instead of continuing the battle with that particular machine, she would instead rummage behind the counter and produce a cup to make herself a nice, simple cup of tea.

That accomplished, she eased herself onto the stool behind the bar and took a moment to review. There were times she didn't know why she had moved into this town. The tensions here whispered to her, jangled across her nerves. And business... well, it was lousy. Nevertheless, she wasn't about to give in. Stubborn to a fault, Samantha Rollins wasn't going anywhere. Now, if only she could convince someone to frequent the cafe and make it worth her while....

 

 

Chapter 34--Faucets of Time

 

Caparthian Mountians 2004

Shadowlight Magick Shop, 7:30 pm
The door stood open, a warm amber glow from within contrasting with the pale blue light from the full moon. Looking through the door one will see Kara sitting at the cloth covered table, candles glinting off the crystal ball the colors from the table cloth reflecting up making a crimson tint in the center. Elbows resting on the table her chin balanced atop of laced fingers far away look as thoughts of collided giving the appearance of calm she was anything but yet perhaps being open would bring someone seeking. Soft sigh the movement of her body causing a gem in the necklace to catch a flicker of flame's light, anyone looking in would swear the necklace held an unearthly light of it's own.

Bare soft lips spread into a smile recalling Blade, the look in his eyes, slowly closing as a soft low longing growl escaped. This man set her soul afire she couldn't stop what she was feeling nor did she want to, how could anyone look at her with such emotions, he reached into her and she wanted him to be there. Shiver ran footraces up and down her spin just at the thought of him calling her name.

The soft currents of the wind drifted in through the open door; the candles flickered lightly with the smooth kiss of the invisible breath it carried in with it. Shadows yielded to their master as the form of the Tzi kindred appeared to the threshold of the shop. Should in leaning fashion against the aged wood. His form as still as death while he perched there, dark eyes intently studying the lovely vision before him in thoughtful expressions of wonder.

Body was donned in that tight, binding leather in layers from neck to waist, bluish in color against the light. Dark locks were banded tightly around his head, and gloved hands were idly resting upon the gun belt he wore, sporting his pride and joy; ebony and ivory, duel steel instruments of death at his fingertips. Other than the heavy buckled boots that he wore, leather of the blackest was draped over him in the form of a floor length trench coat, the very edge of it would sweep the floor and billow around him much like a cape. But, as he stood there, he forgotten about his work this eve, his path bringing him to her. The woman that just nights ago had offered herself completely to him; as he had equally returned the gesture.

Still, after their bittersweet parting before dawn, he had carried her with him in his mind. The dark madness of before only curbed by the sweet remembrances of their shared night. But, on this eve the wind harbored an ill will; things left unsaid, and untold by the other. Things both needed to know to insure their survival. He would not allow anything to get in the way of their budding relationship; not her people, and definitely not his. He would put his life on the line if need be to insure this.

Inhaling his scent heaving with leather, making an intoxicating mix with the fragrances of herbs, flowers, trees, stone, and rich soil. Black silk exposing her arousal as her low longing growl soft into a purr. Blade  Eyes taking in his leather clad form as her hands lowered to the table.  have you come to see what the future holds for us?  Moving with the grace of her nature eyes staying on his face open palm to the crystal ball as she moved around the table.  I don't need anything to see my future is filled with nights of finding new ways to delight my love.  Stopping as she reached him all she could do at this moment was stand there smiling like a love sick puppy gazing up at him.

 

He tilted his head as dark eyes tore themselves from her face long enough to take notice of the crystal ball. A lift of his brow offered as the first smile of the night was offered to her.  Our future? Why I already know it, Love. Didn't ya know? I am the all seeing, the all knowing ....the elusive...  He grinned to her as that teasing voice spoke. Yeah, he was full of it sometimes, but she did bring out every part of the structured Kindred, especially things he had thought dead within him. She was the light within his soul now, silent vigil that would forever glow. He stood up and away from the doorframe as she neared, and fell silent as he stared down into those crystalline orbs of darkness; hypnotized. Then as gloved hand rose to stroke those tossed locks from her cheek, he leaned close until his lips brushed against her's gently . I'm forever intrigued by 'us'.

Energy ran through her feeling his cool lips brush against her flushed cheek soft whimper:: <w>As am, I.  Warm, slender fingers moved up the side of his neck, fingertips disappearing under his dark silken hair sweeping against the back of his ear as she raised up on tippy-toe warm breath. Blade  Kissing his cheek lips brushed down his face lips barely touching his as she whispered. Will you sleep in your love's arms tonight?  Tip of her tongue flicked under the center of his upper lip tracing it as she smiled eyes locked on his, fingertips teasing the back of his neck.

His body gave a shiver the length of spine to this woman's touch, her closeness greatly misses as arms reached to encircling her waist and draw her near. That smile bled over into another grin as she teased him so with her mouth.  Mmm, you keep that up and you may never be rid of me, and I'm sure that's all part of the plan...  His mouth covered her's then, allowing that kiss and the pent up longing for her taste to be taken in an instant. After he drank his fill of her warm taste, he leaned back as forehead rested against her own, both hands cupping against her face. But, there are things we need to discuss, important things, things that cannot be left to fester and spill over into this 'us'...and I think you know it is time for that talk..no? Dark eyes searched her's.

Melting into the kiss needing feel their passion as much as he did, hands moved down his leather encased chest slipping around his waist, forehead resting against his, her dark eyes showing her understanding. <w>Yes, I agree.  Soft sigh with her smile.  How do we proceed?  Crinkle of the supple leather as her hands pressed against his back.

Leaning up, a quick lick of his lips drew in the last of her kiss from his lips as he pondered her words. A shift of his hand brought around as he gently closed the door and took care to close her shop for the eve with a turn of the sign. We'll continue just as we have from the beginning, by being honest with the other. This isn't going to be easy, Kara.. He said as dark gaze fixed back upon her shimmering pools.  But it must be done. To know all is crucial for our time spent together. He nodded towards the table in which she had occupied moments before he was spotted. Offer me a seat, love..and we'll piece this out the best that we can.

Smiles as the kiss broke slipping from his arms as he pushed the door closed. Silent steps of her bare feet while she moved around the shop brass candle snuffer extinguishing the candles. Her gaze stayed on him the whole time moving reaching behind the counter, key in hand, locking the front door. Reaching for his hand, squeezing gently. I want to feel your arms around me while we talk. Looking over her shoulder at him as she led him through beaded curtains into her den. Releasing his hand as she sat down on a large floor pillow, right hand smoothed over the pillow next to her, legs curling under leaning against the wall. Holding up the key to him. For you, before I forget.

She never failed to amaze him, so use to those around him following his words to the letter, this one took them a step further, he nodded approvingly as he followed her on into the den, stripping away the leather trench before he made himself comfortable upon the pillow as he leaned back. The crackle of leather heard for a moment as he settled in to still, hand extended out to her, beckoning her to him as he took the key. There's not a lock that can keep me from you, or anywhere that I want to be...

 

But, he took it nonetheless, slipping out his keyring to fasten it for safe keeping. The glint of the garnet stone flashing a moment as he did. Is your shop safe, love? As far as your people are concerned? I know that you've been under the watchful eye of the furries, but can you be certain you feel safe here?

Snuggling against him the black silk of her slip dress taunting tightly against her breast. Noticing the key-ring a quizzical look crossed her face then she remembered it is the Hounds, Cerebrus, who guard the gates of Hades. Good, I'm glad no lock can barr you from me.  Soft laugh.  But, yes, the key is to my home... just incase you'd like to use the front or back door, my love.  Warm gentle kiss to his cheek. Yes, we are safe, here, for now, Blade. Hands moved to his thigh resting there. My nephew will be in town this weekend he's not staying with me but he's always welcome. Dark eyes searching his. Are we ready to tell the world of our love?

Arm circled around her slender frame to draw her closer to him, needing to find the comfort of her warmth against him once more. A smile lingered to his features from the kiss, but dark eyes would hint of the stoic mood that this night held him in. A slow nod issued to her reassuring words. Good, I fear this above all, as I do with my own home. As far as the lycans are concerned, I am known to them by what I am more than who I am. Some will take no greater pleasure in destroying things that are of my world, or are close to me. You will eventually fall under that domain. He shifted to rest his head gently against her's, the sound of her soft heartbeat music to his ears as both arms locked her against him tightly. For now, my love we cannot expose ourselves like we are. As much as I want you in my world, my family and my people will not understand it, as I'm very aware yours will not tolerate history to repeat itself. Seclusion, and kept time will have to be how we share the other. -w- I'm sorry, my pet, but it is the only way we can be together.

Nodding, body sliding over his sitting in his lap, hand moving around and up his back pulling him to her breast resting face against his silken hair. Strong steady heart beating feeling him entangled with her. <w>I'm not sorry, my love... Hugging closer kissing his temple before moving to look into his eyes.  Nothing that feels as good as me being in your arms could come without a high price. I'm in love with you. I know we must keep us hidden for a long as we can because we both know my family, your family, my enemies, and yours will do all they can to kill what we have even if it means killing us to stop it.  Soft laugh.  Rather amazing those who love us would rather see us met our final death than to see us like this. Warm lips pressed to his in a deep true kiss.

He fell silent as he lay against her warmth. His arms grasping her tightly against him, never to let go. Every word that sweet lips offered to him absorbed straight to his core, the honesty in each one making him painfully aware that she still lived; breathed and was all but mortal. Except for the beastly blood that tainted her, she was alive, so full of life that in ways he wished he could have it spill over into his very being. But he knew that wouldn't happen. Eternally bound to walk the night, to mock life in his death, and to sadly mock what it felt like to truly love. Eyes closed as he tried to find the words to express this to her, but her heartfelt I love you was just to great of a current to allow mouth to spill forth any feeble words. He smiled then, though the smile was lacking in it's usual charm and candidism. He was Tizmisce, he could not feel love, no matter how much he wished it at that very moment. The coldness of his heart would not surrender to her warmth. He took a breath then, taking her sweet taste into his mouth and held the kiss for as long as he could.

Sucking his bottom lip gently as she broke the kiss silken lashes fluttered against his face as eyes slowly opened. Calming reassuring tone. <w> Then we must keep them from finding out.  Warm palm pressed against his neck so he could feel her heart beating against his cool skin.  I will be your secret Blade for as long as possible. You are my lover the only one I allow to touch me. I gave myself freely to you. I know it is the only way to keep those around us, from harm, too.

He knew she was right, so right that he ached inside from all the stress of the circumstances involving them. Arms flexed then he shifted, letting her lean back against his rising knees, his lap her deemed throne as he leaned back against the pillow, a tilt of his head as he simply stared up to her.  I want you to do something for me...a lover's seal if you will call it that..  He reached up then and traced a finger around the curve of her cheek, sweeping back those dark locks from that china doll face. Eyes sparkled as he took in each line and feature of it. He drew in another breath then as he brought himself out of his thoughts. There's a small pagan ritual that is used to bring out a witches newly found powers,. It is said that the height of her powers is drawn from her lover's sexual embrace..their lovemaking the energy needed to awaken her.  Eyes intently focused upon her own then.  I know with alittle finesse, there can be such a ritual to consummate us..a bond fused with both our bloods that can create such a bond that will become inseparable, and unstoppable. Do this for me..for our next meeting.. -w- Fuse our souls, love.

Dark eyes danced with his as she listened to each word. Bare lips parted nodding ancient readings flickered across her mind recalling such rites. Smiles. <w> yes... we will fuse our souls, love.  Lips brushed against his. softer whisper lips brushing against his.  I am forever yours.

 

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Caparthian Mountians 2004

Shadowlight Magick Shop, The Next Night...

Day was spent in the gardens toiling in the afternoon sun. Hair with a mind of its own braided left to hang down each side,leaving the back of her neck to be kissed too hard by the strong golden lips from above. At dusk she'd finished the day's playing in the dirt pampering herself with and extended hot shower washing the scents of herbs, flowers, Carpiathin dirt, and spices washing the gifts of Gaia from her.

Soft smile broaded when she held up the dress eyes dancing over the velveteen dress stepping into it pulling it up adjusting the straps. Slender hands pushed the sensous fabric down over her curves watching her reflection half-turn plam smoothing back and down over the curve of her cheek. Soft laugh spinning around looking over her shoulder into the mirror watching the hem. How very perfect the pattern of black against the dark red made her think of the Night garden.

Slightly damp hair hanging fell into place a mass of softness gentle dark wave much like something only an animal could grow. Slipping into black sandles hands moved pushing hair from her neck fingers finding each other necklace clasp at choaker length. Warm fingers moved down over the stones nod of approval given to herself reaching for the shawl noticing the beaded trim on the ends it was the same color as the stones of the necklace drapping it over her arms.

Up the short flight of steps from her bedroom and to the bench marking the end of his garden eyes closed slowly as she inhaled the mid-night air.

Standing before the open balcony, dark eyes stared out across the rolling hills of the estate. The night air teased about dark locks as he gazed methodically towards the Carpiathin Hills just beyond the forest. This stone enclosure held little in the way of his attention as dusk had settled and he arose. This was the night. The stars slithered across the sky like a diamond snake. The serpent that swallows it's tail emblem a soft reflection in the signs.

He drew in a slow breath and held it before turning on his heels. Bare upper torso was soon covered in white silk as the simple shirt was slowly buttoned. His thoughts lingering upon the moon and it's effects upon the creatures of the land. And it seemed that even the creatures of the night paid homage in some respect; be it blood or flesh. This night would hold both for Blade, and he eagerly was looking forward to it. After he dressed, trench was slid on as he heard the almost soundless steps of Knox when he entered the boudoir. Blade glanced to the image of his ghoul in the mirror to acknowledge him. "Have my car brought around, I will be going out alone this eve."

And with that the servant nodded and left to exhume his master's wishes. After a few things placed into his coat pockets, Blade was off and down the stairs, quick to move past the already gathering coven members in the parlor, and extremely fast in evading his father's attention, the Black Lincoln was running and kept at idle, awaiting it's master as Blade bound down the stone walkway to slide under the wheel and was off.

As the full birth of the night gave way to the orange of sunset, the car topped the last peak of the hillside before it rolled to a stop before the magick shop. Slipping out of the car, soft steps brought him forth and to the side alcove and up to where the garden was. Standing in the shadows, dark eyes would roam over the vision in red, the dress more than perfect for this woman; Stepping closer to her, a smile made it's way upon his brooding features as eyes danced lightly from under tossed locks in the fading light, that sinister look melting into one of sensual lust as he paused before this goddess of the moon; her night awaiting her at the beckoning of a hand towards her.  "My My, I do so love red...Good Eve, and may I say, you do look good enough to eat in that frock."

Small black velvet pouch bag resting the contents including a few small glass bottles tinkled as slender fingers gripped when heard a raven's light kaw. Eyes searching the shadows as she stood turning as a shadow's changing motion caught her perferrial vision. The smile on her lips started in her heart spreading over silken tiers up igniting dark eyes slender hand reaching to his. Animalist quickens of her movements allowed the dress to accent her forms underlying muscular tone. Soft warm laugh warm palm pressing to his sensual tone.  Yes... Eyes closed and opened meeting his intoxicatingly dark orbs.  But I can say the same to you... my Love. Thank you  Inhaling his scent warm cheek moved up his neck soft kiss whispering.  Blade...  Relaxed sigh.  And I'm to be eaten only by you.  Soft laugh looking up at him.

He held his breath for the three count as her touch would slither a series of shivers along his cold skin. A hand reached up to stroke against those raven locks, fingers intertwining the silken strands as he issued a sensual petting against her head. Her words brought a chuckle to his lips, dark eyes shimmering with approval to each and every one. Mmm, I don't think I'd object too much to that..after all... Eyes bore that desire laden gaze into her own black pools as hand grasp firmly to those locks to give a tug, not enough to hurt, but to command as her head dipped back, free hand moving in support to her reclining form against the small of her back. The dip allowing just the right angle for his lips to capture sweet flesh of the hollow of her neck as breath was hot against it.  I do so live for the pleasure of the pain..  Lips placed a kiss there, and the tiny prickle of fangs were offered against it to tease. Trailing those feather light kisses on her skin, they made a quick path upward until his lips captured her mouth with his fully.

Lustfilled eyes danced with his, a tango of passion, energy moving through her body. soft gasp.  feeling the tug of her hair, turning into a low guttural longing growl.  hand moved up the back of his neck with the dip, leaning back silken hair teasing the back of Blade's hand arching up into his lips when she felt their coolness against her ever-warming skin. Nails lightly moved as her hand tightened around the side of his neck, warm lips pressed to his loving the feel of his fangs teasing; pushing into them, a taste of warm blood.Tug pulling the back of his hair the moment her body pressed up into his returning the kiss, warm tongue circling and drawing his tongue into her mouth sharp suck released, fingers relaxing, eyes opened. ~breathless whisper~ I live of the pleasure of the pain that only you can bring.

His own form of a low growl was offered into the kiss, the hand upon his head issuing the tug a wanted addition to the moment. As lips drank in her taste, head was swimming with the slow sinking feeling of falling..arms that drew her close soon relaxed to offer her room to move, the kiss ending with as tug of her lower lip captured within his own. A smile shot over his face then as eyes flickered open, as if awakening from an eternal sleep and this was his first glimpse of a new life. "Mmm, I think we've warmed up pretty well for the moment.." He took her hand into his as he moved forward, allowing her time to regain her composure before he started towards the car.  The place I have in mind lies just over the Mountains .. The French who discovered it dubbed it Chapelle du Damn�...befitting I think for the lore of the region. He spoke barley above a whisper as he knew her keen ears would pick up the softness in his words; that French perfectly spoken even through the accent of his homeland added it's own flavor. Opening the door, he allowed her into the seclusion of the car before he would make his way around to slip back under the wheel.

Palm pressed to his listening to every word matching his steathly movements keen hearing identified every sound heard very soft muffled laugh repeating in a tone matching his. Chappell du Damne'  Catching a scent that was hours old just as they reached the Lincoln, velveteen slid over the leather, smile to him as he closed the door. She knew that scent, it was recent; yes in the Cafe.

Eyes followed him,a shudder watching his body as he slid behind the wheel, hand lands just above his knees nails pressing in loving seductive tone. Mine... Tiny sharp pricks against his leg, smiling as fingers relaxed, hand moved up his thigh & stayed there. I do love your sense of style and I'm finding it almost second nature. Eyes moved upward to the left with her thought, then back to him. I didn't know that I was lost until I woke up in my bed thinking of you.

Before starting the car, he sat back as eyes sought out her form just to his right; only fingertips away. He smiled lightly to her words as his hand fell in against her own, the warmth radiated through him as her love and budding devotion had filled him the other night. He had watched her while she slept in his arms, desperately wanting to grasp the emotional concept of love again; smile clung to his lips with that thought. She would be his only glimpse into the dead and buried of his soul; and that is just the way he wanted it to stay. Two spirits lost in a damnable world of their own demise..but we are going to change that and soon. He squeezed her hand lightly then with a reluctant pause, then turned his attention to the car and to the approaching journey.

It seemed as if it took forever for them to get there, he was too anxious. He had to keep reminding himself to slow down, haste was not of the essence; they would bind the hands of time tonight. As headlights turned their yellow illumining glow towards the abandoned chapel, he shut the car off and settled into the leather seat for a moment, dark eyes skimming over the gables weather worn and hanging with a thick layer of moss. Then, attention turned to his beauty, a serious look held within his orbs. -s- Tis the time, any hesitance?

Edging closer to him, leaving the small bag against the back of the seat she'd not stopped looking at him, right hand moved; warm moist palm pressed against the back of his hand, feeling the same anxiousness as him.  Night dark eyes held to his gaze allowing him to see into her soul showing a conviction matching his, fire of true love, devotion, & lust. Soft serious tone.  None.. I know what I want...I want you Blade. From this night on I want to be claimed by you. She relaxed to blink.

His head tilted lightly as his eyes remained locked upon smoldering orbs. The knowledge of what he was about to undertake in this ritual clearly written in his mind. Of all the knowledge of this unholy ground, it seemed befitting for the ceremony; he drew in a mock breath then as he spoke to her. "The Cappadocians were a rare breed of my species, they made it their life's work to flee their final deaths. They gathered on these grounds to commit themselves in their quest. Some say they shed their present forms and took on another, one that brought forth wings for their flight into their rebirth."

He smiled slowly as he spoke, the fascination of this race clearly written on his face as with the woman that he now gazed upon.  "We are of the same journey, I think. Our love will become our wings..."  He lifted her hand up to place a soft kiss against the back of it.  "Come with me now, Kara..for I shall not hold any thoughts of turning back..as long as I know you'll be with me always..."

His words reached past her mind into her heart, wrapping around with each beat, carrying them into her soul, soft bare lips parted just so,  nodding eyes lost in his smile spread; eyes closed as she felt his cool kiss. Elation expressed.  Yes.. our love will be our wings beating in unison to a rhythm only we hear.  Shudders.. hand slipping from his slidding to the door, reaching behind her small bag grasped opening the door pushed closed hurrying around hand offered to him. Truth spoken. I'm your's Blade, past my final breath, if I die my soul will not leave you, I will engulf with the warmth of my love as you will fill me with the strength of your soul. If we be creatures who are damned then let us walk through the fires of hell hand in hand.

Slipping out the car, he moved around to open her door, a hand shot in to help her out, then their steps would take them up the stone steps. The faucets etched out in stone weathered, but still the images of furious looking angels littered the outcropping of the chapel face..the door was pushed open with ease as they stepped on in. His gaze shot around into the darkness of the gutted out sanctuary, nothing remained inside but the pulpit to the very bottom of the sloping floor. High overhead more angry angels fluttered in their eternal silence as the moonlight shown into one corner or a broken out stained glass window..the rays of blue danced through despite the darkness to shine down upon the carpeted covered stage of priests long dead. Onward he led her down until they reached the stage..letting go of her hand as a smooth glide upward took him upon it, a hand shot down in beckoning to her.

Eyes moved over the furious angels quickly hand in his picking up scents of ancient stone decaying vegetation rotting wood somewhere in the back of her mind it registered that each angel's face was unique. Reaching the stage eyes meeting his when he released her hand head moved back as her chin lifted up following his glide smiling dark wild hair kissing the curves of her behind hand reached up to his. All thoughts of anything besides this moment fled dark eyes filled with completed trust. Soft, longing feral growl as she flexed pushing off from the stage leaping joining him hand squeezing his hair floating down, gazing into Blade's dark orbs. The night consumed them like the comsumed the other.

 

 

Chapter 35--Glitz and Glam

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

The Illusion Cafe, 9:00 pm
As you round the corner of the West end of Stationside, the light, airy smell of sweet confections catches your scent. You find yourself standing to the front of a brick building that sits katty-corner to Fifth and Stationside drive. It's circular front holding an outcropping of wildflowers and trailing ivy upon the weathered white stone as the traditional face of the Cafe takes form. Two story in design, Chrome window frames and neon lights beckon anyone up to take a peek inside. As you move through the open door, a set of spiral stairs awaits entrance up to the Illusions Cafe, while straight ahead the soft shadowy ambiance of the boutique lies dormant for the night. Hiding with the sanctity of the darkness lies the plush velvet of carpeting and veneer drapes, lavish mahogany and gold embellished dressing suits, and of course the newest line of gothic wear from it's sister store in Germany. Winding your path upwards to the loft style room, more chrome and neon lights tease your eyes as the 50ish theme atmosphere surrounds you. Juke box providing the music of the era as lights trail along both the shining counters with their red topped leather stools, to the secluded booths of the same decor rolling menu to the end of each for both the eatery and to the juke box. The casual air about the place gives way to the stylishly dressed models from the Rose, modeling a mixture of both men's and women's line of clothing and accessories, this private showing a prelude to things to come in the future of the Ebon Rose.

Kohl lined hues glanced around the empty room as a smirk crossed dark lips. She knew she sent out invites... But it was just her. Velvet covered arms slid across her chest as models scrambled to get ready... She was modeling one of Seth's designs as well, a satin corset laced with purple ribbons and a black velvet mini "cheerleader" type skirt. Of course, she did have the great Maggie signature striped tights, a matching black and purple and those gaudy big boots that made her tower over most of the male models. But nonetheless, she was ready for this night and hoped the people upstairs were as well.

Knee high gogo boots clicked a light tune against the concrete as he young lady slid from the silver viper parked just to the curb and headed to this night's festivities. Black mini rested just about thigh high and red corset with silver studs over the edges of it rounded off her attire. Long, dark locks were spun up into a twist of silk against her head, leaving the usual sprinkle of ringlets to kiss around her blushing cheeks, add the rich vroom of red to her lips, and this lycan was dressed to kill. Eagerly awaiting the party, she headed up the stairs and on into the birth of the Cafe. Trixie stopped then to let dark eyes give the place a once over by cautious nature.

Wanders in quietly, always unsure of himself. A lost face always at things like this. Hand rubbing his right arm in nervousness Leonovan moves his corpse slowly into the place. Those icy hues taking a gander at all the beauty and fashion. Something he completely lacked. One could view that he was still wearing the same mud stained, blood soaked purple dress shirt, and pants that he had came into Romania in many weeks ago. With his memory still askew no one could really be trusted in Leo's cracked mind as he wanders from area to area glancing at photography and textiles wishing he had his diary.

Shifting through the archway, Blade paused there to the darkness just outside the door of the cafe. He awaited his Father who had lingered downstairs to greet a few people. Never fails, but that was the ways of the Regent. Shifting dark orbs about the place, he took in the scene with the eyes of a raven, making every nook and cranny aware to him. He was working this evening, of course. Anytime a social function drew out the Wolfbane's in mass gatherings, he would always come prepared. Layers of armored leather wrapped tightly to contain his upper torso while leather pants hugged roughed features of his lower half. Black boots to his feet, and overlapping everything was a trench coat of dark leather, so black it gleamed blue in the light. Concealment was the key to that trench; as an arsenal was strapped to the Tzi fiend this eve. As a few steps were issued on into the room, the billowing of his coat followed in his wake, the sounds of heavy thuds signaling his presence from the shadows.

A light swipe of a plush towel across chrome and she was satisfied. Though she didn't care much for Seth's designs, she was glad to be back in business. Dark hues gave the spotless cafe a once over as she stepped back and waited on the booze hounds... And those seeking fine food of course... Only hoping her new cook could handle himself... The man was... Weird in her opinion... But that's how it usually goes with Genesis.

Entrance would be postponed for a moment, attention given to the building's outer appearance- the stark display of chrome and bright lighting giving her a moment's pause. She would trail fingers across the cold glass panels before making tentative steps within. Always one for the details, Samantha lingered within the downstairs to regard what she could only feel as competition to her own little cafe... which, let's face facts, hadn't quite gotten off the ground just yet. A sigh parted her lips as intense gaze swept the interior, approval and a touch of envy flickering across those delicate features as she made a slow and wary survey of her surroundings.

Was not far ahead of the first Wolfbane that entered. He tensed and looked back to watch him. With a bit of a nervous tension Leo moved out of his way as he made his presence known. Moving carefully as to not raise too much attention. He remembered what his sires said. Cross a tzimice and you might be a few less limbs short...or a few more extra.

The soft click of rich purple stelletos sounded across the concrete walk as she made her way to the cafe. Slender fingers smoothed of the the matching suede skirt and readjusted the chain style belt that hung loosely at her hips. The soft, off white satin corest laced tightly with a lush purple ribbon along with the three tear pearl choker topped the out fit. Caramel colored locks lay wavy and long down her back. From the top of the stair well, she entered the room, light golden hues falling over the interior and its inhabitants, seeing a few faces Genesis recognized, and offering a slight crimson smile as she made her way further into the establishement.

Stopping mid way through the place, he spun around slowly, lycan had entered...and with the recent threat of the Silverfang's rally, he would be heavily on guard to any in this place. Shifting his gaze back around, he spied the Malk, curious look it was as Blade moved closer to him, with his on reservations to these strange connisouirs of insanity. Often reveled by the Tzi, a nod was offered to him as well as gloved hand.  Dark Eve..

His kitchen was spotless, his mini crew was trained...He was ready for the crowd. J. Bosco, great chef of Romania... Genesis was lucky to have such a fine cook... But her menu need to be... Fixed indeed. There was one thing everyone knows about Bosco... He may look like a bum...But he was a bum with class.

A nervous habit led her to tuck errant locks of gold behind one heavily pierced ear, meandering steps leading her slowly toward the stairway. She plucked at the flowing silk of her skirt, mindful not to tread on its length as she began her ascent. Upon reaching the landing, she would give the cafe the same methodical going-over, eyes wide and interested. She couldn't help but admire the layout, a little smile lurking around the corners of her lips.

He would gasp and turn around at the sudden voice beside him. Looking face to face with the Tzimice in front of him. If his heart would beat it would be throbbing. Blade could sense a sort of fear emitting from this pale, scrony, madman. Icy eyes looking to him. It was not a fear of suspicion or death, it was a fear of a different kind, a sort of lost, unsure, and lost*, unsure and intimidated fear. As he licked his lips and clasps his hand in both of his shaky pale hands and bowed his head. This was no unschooled malk, quite contrary to his appearance his etiquette and speech were all very high. The young Malk would speak in a heavy Russian accent having trouble communicating clearly but he could be understood. He keeps his head bowed in a sign of respect of a higher generation, a custom his primogen always was customed too.  Good Evening M'lord.

Pouty lips pursed lightly as she eyed the place, then occupants. She almost rolled her eyes to the Hand member strutting around like a peacock, but hey, it was a public place, so she would roll with it. And since her main interest had not arrived at the moment, she would make herself right at home as a barstool up front to the shiny counter became her new home for the night. Long legs crossed slowly as she dipped a glance back to the doorway to see who else would enter.

Hand found the curve of his shoulder as he patted the Malk lightly, knowing all too well the scent upon his clothing gave tell tale signs of one he knew all too well; that of his beloved home, and of a tarty little lab rat named Terra. Confident the Malk was of no threat to his father, he motioned towards the counter.  Enjoy your night, I'm sure Maggie will be here soon to greet her guests..  And with this he looked about, wondering where the little sprite Tzi had gotten off to.

Black velvet platforms clicked against the sidewalk as she stepped out of the long black limo, dressed to impress of course... A long velvet skirt with slits up the front clad her lower body while her upper body was encased in shiny black and red pleather. Red tresses were curled in ringlets and those matching lips glistened in the neon light. And she was waiting on someone... Oh, but not on the street... Her slim frame passed through the doorframe, into the Boutique, eyeing a few that she knew already and a few she had never laid eyes on in her life.

He nodded a bit with a stuttered.  Th...thank you.  The looking about, who was Maggie? Oh well ti would probably be best as to follow the Tzi's instructions and bowed his head deeper and waited for his attention to be off him before creeping over to an open space on the counter looking about still edgy but a bit relaxed at the soothing and assuring pat running a hand through those raven bangs and letting out a sigh of relief.  What am I doing here?  He asked himself.

She had somehow acquired a menu and was busily perusing the contents, lower lip caught between her teeth as her concentration narrowed. Slight weight was shifted from foot to sandaled foot, the swaying motion repeated in an unconscious display of nervous energy. Samantha couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed and more than a bit awkward, what with the slow accumulation of people she didn't know in an unfamiliar place... it was almost enough to induce a fit of nail-biting had she not been so determined to maintain an air of business-like interest.

She pulled in to space down the block from the cafe, stepping from her classic jag and glancing about for the moment. Black leather boots touched down on the cement that came to her knees, her skirt black and split all the way to her hips, the top she wore was black as well and shimmered when she moved plunged low in the front and the back exposing the curve of her porcelain breasts all way down to her naval. Her hair hung to her waist in curling tendrils that seemed to catch the wind as she moved. She licked her lips, a pink tongue passing over crimson lips and she head inside of the cafe. She looked about for the moment taking the atmosphere and gauging whether this was really some place she wanted to be. She smiled and entered more fully into the room.

After the Malk shifted on his way, he spied Beth over the gathering slowly filtering into the cafe. Shifting through the crowd, he moved up beside her, gloved hand taking her elbow lightly as he moved them out of the way of the door, leaning down to whisper to her as he did.

The door would part itself open as Abel Vanderson, the known leader of the Bonegnawers. His tanned face emerged from behind the door, sapphire eyes scanned the cafe. A long white trench coat hung to his ankles, maybe a little past. White boots were covered by white jeans, it seemed as if he were going to some special wedding or party. His eyes held an emotionless and cold feeling. No aura or big outragous explosion of lights would be needed for his arrival, however. A lycan he may be, but then again he sure as hell didn't look like it. His slender hands tucked away into his pockets, it seemed that he had nudged the door with his shoulder instead. One hand was twirling around a shiny silver bullet within the confinement of his pocket, the other was ready for an attack. His hand gripped the butt of a Colt Anaconda 44Mag, 6 inch barrel, 6 bullet chamber, something anyone wouldn't wanna be at the other end of. His hair was straight and cheek length, black in color. He stood at the doorway for a brief moment, sighting an empty barstool he would make haste. He boots thudding on the floor as he made his way to the bar. When he arrived he had planted himself on the stool. His head hung low slightly, and his eyes fixated on the bars marvelous work. His hand never removed from either pocket, it was as if he were ready for a silverfang attack at any moment.

Curiosity would bring the elder Tzi upon the second story of the deemed cafe. Eyes sparkled with their usual passive appeal as he appeared within the sloping archway of the room, Gaze trailing casually about the influx of patrons. Red leather pants and black shirt his attire this eve, equal red long coat billowed softly in his footsteps as he rounded the counter. Black silk of his hair trailed about his shoulders to contrast greatly with the paleness of his complexion. Haunting eyes the color of the shadows shifted to look upon his son a moment, a nod issued before to him before Antoine would move on to his deemed table by the bay windows.

Leaning back against the counter, eyes fixed upon the young man who slid into his own seat down the way from her. Long, slender leg danced lightly as leather clad calf was moved lazily to and fro. Recognizing Abel, a smile took a slow tug to her lips before her dark eyes would dart back across the room and land upon the Regent. Her memory trying to draw the last time she had been in his presence, funny, things change so much, yet he didn't. All the Wolfbane men were arrogant as hades, guess it was all daddy dearest's fault.

Heavy footfalls echoed through the alley as he finally found the damn place... And he was late as usual, but quickly slid through the door, hues scanning each and every person looking for someone. But he seemed to stand out in his faded black jeans and hunter green button up shirt... Out of all honesty, the man didn't know how to dress... But Grey's charm and good looks made up for that. Raggedy boots thumped against the floor as he spotted Blade and was making his way towards him.

Leo looks at the place feeling being very very edgy the beauty, power and elite seeing all round he finds a scrap of a napkin and looks and looks and looks for a writing utensil, checking over the counter and such, if one to look at him he would seem to be like a child trying to figure out s complex puzzle or simply looking for frogs in a pond as he would move about he counter checking his pockets several times, not really paying attention to anyone around him anymore, and may quite very well run into someone if he kept it up.

Though ready for anything Abel seemed like he was missing something. His hand pulled from his right pocket, the gun in hand. He laid it upon the bar, his hands seeming very steady, not a shake in sight, perfect for a marksman. He clicked open the chamber, empty!!!. One by one his other hand would raise, loading one bullet after the other until the chamber was full. He seemed to do this a lot, maybe because he's bored. He snapped his wrist the opposing direction of the chamber, snapping it shut and twirling the chamber in a kind of roulette way. He seemed very dangerous, yet sexy, how did he do it all?

She grinned for a moment taking a survey of the room, but she glanced up and her eyes fell on Antoine, she did not know the man, but his resemblance to Blade was striking. Each step she took toward the steps seemed to be like a pure poetry. She moved let the skirt slip around her long legs, the fabric lapping at them as she moved. Each step exposed her thigh, a hip, or hint of something ... something ..... she periodically glanced up to find Antoine's position. She touched the banister running her fingers up the rail as she ascended.

She took what her dear brother said to heart and made her way up to the Cafe, looking for Maggie dearest... Spying a few of the male models along the way. Her date was late and she was getting agitated... As soon as the fashion issue was out of the way, Grey wouldn't be so bad... Like another woman she fancied a cleaned up type of man... One she wouldn't be embarrassed to go in public with but... Tonight was another story. Goodbye grungy boy... She muttered, taking a seat at a booth.

He cocked his head as he looked past Trisha and to the strange lycan at the end of the counter....now why is he banishing a weapon, there's enough silver (liquid) nitrate under Blade's coat to blow him to smitherines..tisk tisk. With that thought, slow steps took him from Beth's side and around to where The lovely vixen sat, pausing before her as his dark eyes rested upon the lycan male she kept company with. Trisha..long time, no see..

She saw Blade at the door way, offering a sight smiled as she moved in the direction of the bar, nodding to people she passed on the way. Once at the bar, she would claim a stool for a while, moving across the seat until the curves of the back rested against the chair, slowly legs crossed and she turned to face the length of the bar, looking over the others.

A murmured request of passing waitress would soon have her cradling a cup of tea in long-fingered hands, the warmth spreading through her palms in soothing waves. Not exactly fond of perching on a stool, especially not in that skirt, Sammie would instead manuever herself toward the windows and take up a cautious lean against the cool glass, attention divided between gazing at the landscape outside and the gathering crowd within.

She moved up the stairs, only to stop and glance back toward the others. The patrons milled about, ahh there was Blade, and the woman he'd been talking to the other night. She thought for a moment about their little conversation. His comment about protection for the Crypt... for her ... She bit her lower lip and brushed the black curled tendrils from her face. She wanted nothing more to rip his tongue out for simply impying that she needed protection...  " Others will come... men without manners like mine..." She thought on those words and they haunted her, she knew he was right. She glanced up again to find Antoine.She headed up there for find him and stood just behind him looking at him from just over his right shoulder. She was quite watching him play/admire the model. Hmmm She glanced down to the other Wolfbane she knew and watched him as well. It was after all what she did.....observe.

Feeling the opposing male's eyes upon him, he would return the stare. Words were not needed however, just the stare between the two said plenty of words. He turned back, his thoughts trailing off from the man, thoughts like "are there others?", enough to drive a man insane. He sighed slightly, catching Trix from the corner of his eye. He waved to her, however, he didn't turn to her. He sat there quietly, his hand on the gun and his index finger on the trigger. He didn't mean to pull it out, just a habit of boredom he had.

He eyed the model before him, the Grey dress holding his attention as with the young model that shifting around to pose for him so elegantly. Slender fingers would touch the silk and lace trails of the bodice before a nod was given to his approval. Knowing fully well it would be just one of the many items batered and acquired by him this eve.

Sighs his search for a pen useless, and all the morsels of beauty and festivity began. This clearly was not his sort of place...The lost confused Leo found himself even more so lost and alone..Isolated in the sort of see. In fact his wardrobe alone misplace him even more so as he looked more like a wild gangrel, than his former position in the primogen as an elegant Malk. The celebration dn happiness bring painful eluding memories to his mind as he would tremble..all the laughs and festivities getting to him..his mirror was cracking further as a blood tear streams down his pale cheek and tension rising. All this friendship ... all this affection...something he has lost a long time ago and it both saddened and angered him a false realization that eh would always be alone as uncontrollably light waves of dementation would emit from him not enough to notice yet, but enough for some who knew to recognize...this malkie was loosing it and he then moved with quick stride to get out of there.

Hello Blade, long time indeed..still got that picture?  She smirked, she had to, the gaze he offered to the lycan held amusement on both parties. She waved back to Abel then turned her attention back to Blade, knowing the Tzi had more pressing things on his mind than to mix it up with a careless cowboy.  Don't mind him, you know how it is..gunfighters and all, all cowboys must shine that gun..boys will be boys..  With that, she slid from her seat and moved on over to where Abel sat.

Hues fell upon her dear father as a smirk crossed those lips. He didn't even say hello at the last social event... A fiery brow just quirked as she watched... You shouldn't have to remind one to acknowledge his own flesh and blood but alas, it just may have to be done.... And Grey is very late anyway... She gave a light shake of the head as that slim frame rose and she made her way towards Antoine, that brow still quirked.

Abel arched his head to one side, his hand tightening to the gun as he spoke to Trix in a soft tone of voice "Evening" He wouldnt look at her directly, no there wasn't anything to hide, just that he didnt make direct eye contact with anyone. He sat there, awaiting an answer patiently.

Pale eyes lingered on the two males at the bar, vaguely amused by the staring contest that seemed to be taking place. Nails ticked a quiet cadence upon the cup and saucer she held, restlessness slowly displacing anxiety. The presence of a nearby model would soon distract her, and she turned open admiration upon the silk and taffeta creation.

Gaze fell over the woman then as she slithered off to her destination. Knowing the woman like he did, he dismissed the cowboy, as she called him and turned to seek out his father. Of all nights to have to go out, this one was going to be the death of him with the stress of others.

Abel, what's happening?  Eyes glanced down to the gun, then she smirked lightly as she took a seat, knowing she would get no invitation. Crossing her legs again, those gogo boots dangled lightly as she waited to be served, a glance about to flag the waitress down. Drink ordered, she fell silent as attention returned to Abel and his hand. Yanno, there's no threat here, why not let the gun rest a bit..?

" mm Pretty..Is it the color..or the design, you favor?"  She said to Antoine, her voice was soft like the chime bells in the afternoon. She let the emerald gaze of a predator tear over the elder. Would he acknowledge her? Only time would tell. She blinked slowly watching him and then glanced to stairs watching Blade move toward them.

Two questions at once eh? He simply responded to her first question "Nothin and yourself?" He picked up the second question, and like good ol' Abel, an answer slithered itself into his mind "I never let my gun rest, threats are everywhere, and everyone, you just have to look." He glanced up to her eyes, his own shining within hers.

Her presence was overwhelming, but patiently he would wait for her to seek him out. The glance he stole of her in passing had taken him back in his memories, the splitting image of her mother, but her aura as not the same. The chill would not go unnoticed by the Regent as he waited to be served a goblet of wyne from the waitress.

He clung to the walls trying to get out of there the sea of humanity like a cage, tears falling more the waves of dementations getting stronger as he closes to frenzy he would unknowingly pass a bit away from Antoine's table. To Romania to see, but with his memory as it is he didn't know where eh was or why he came as he rushed to get out of the place getting a bit less careful now and moving more briskly slowly forgetting about being inconspicuous. He becoming an emotional time bomb. Having to go away from the walls he would unintentionally brush or bump into many patrons some of the major kindred players within.

He scrambled up the stairs, now spotting Beth and giving her the once over. She was still as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on her. But she had the temperament of a bear... That could be tolerated though. He shook his head and made his way over to her, forcing a smile. A gloved hand was ran through long onyx locks as he bowed to her.  Evening M'lady

Your the only one I see with an itchy trigger finger, and the Tzimizce aren't the ones you want on your bad side.  She leaned over closer to him them, whispering as she did. You'll do well to have their allegiance.  She picked up her glass of Bubbly then and tilted it to him, then took a sip. Dark eyes lingering that gaze upon him as she did.

He took consideration to what she had said. It was true that he didn't want them as an enemy. He slowly lowered his gun back into his pocket and raised his hand out of it empty. He placed those slender fingers on the bar, his back leaning against the stool. He forced a smile and looked at her, those eyes piercing hers. He surely was a dangerous man as well, but with the Tzimizce on his side, dangerous wasn't even the right word to describe him as.

Taking his place at his father's table, he leaned back as he eyed the man, then let his gaze move back across the sea of patrons. Subdued tone taken as he looked back over to him. How long are you planning on staying..or are you living the dangerous life in your old age?  Clearly he didn't enjoy having to escort the man about, but the lycan and his cannon had put him on alert.

Good evening Sir. Grey... Glad you could make it.  She glanced to her father once more and shook her head. He looked quite preoccupied at the moment so she let it drop. Maybe he'd speak to her, maybe not. Hues rested on Blade for a moment before then returning to Grey.  So, shall we go shopping? I saw a few things that would suit you.  She said with a light nod.

Trixie nodded to him as she sighed lightly with relief. Settling into her seat, eyes turned to the room to eye a dress as a model floated by, as tacky as Goth was, this one might be suitable for a girl like herself. She simply loved silver.  Want a drink, Abel? We'll go Dutch.. ~ he looked back to him and smiled, her words as always, holding a mixed message, but sounded just as tempting.

Again, she would take advantage of passing wait staff to discard her empty cup. A polite declination of her chin as the waitress moved on her way, and Samantha was once again without something to occupy her hands. She surpressed a sigh and moved to settle within a chair near the window. Might as well have a view of something other than the myriad of strangers...it would keep her from staring.

She glanced to Antoine and his son, as they spoke and then around and found that being out of her element gave her a strong and foul taste in her mouth. It was about time she departed, she past Antoine's table in silence, not an upward glance shot to them, not a word, she was little more than a phantom and that's how she would remain.

He took another glance at her, though a criminal of many other things, he didn't want to drown his life in alcohol again. He shrugged and responded lightly "Ill take a coffee if you may" He seemed rather polite for someone who plans on owning his own organized crime unit. He eyed her down completely as he waited her response to his drink, expecting a smart comment or a comment in general.

He would finally make it tot he stairs rushing out in a torrent of tears and fears exiting the cafe in a bit of a sprint out into the cold night air. His stomach churned. If he could throw up he would as he looked about he quiet streets ... it was all hopeless as he began to walk back in the direction hence he came.

Looking to his son, he waved a hand to him as he dismissed him from his table. Go, be a stick in the mud somewhere else, I have no use for your distrainment...hmm, your sister is here, and with a rather ....-interesting- young man...  He took a sip of his drink as eyes transfixed out to the sea of bodies moving before him. Bored he was, but to listen to Blade's complaining, he would simply sit alone.

With that Trix only nodded as she turned to flag down the waitress again. Once his coffee was served up, she returned to her watchfulness as eyes drifted back to the Regent and his son. Now there was a pair, of what she didn't know. She hardly knew them anymore. Mind still pondering if she really wanted to reintroduce herself to them, and the past.  Birds of a feather.. She muttered lightly.

So, Seth didn't show... She kinda figured that one... So it was up the stairs to the cafe to bug someone... She saw Beth come in... Or maybe that new cook? She was handy in the kitchen indeed. She slid on over to the counter and peered into the kitchen, spotting her good buddy J. Bosco.  BOSCO!  She yelled, waving with a grin.

She passed the stairs and descended slowly and until she came to the base. She stood there for a moment, why was this so hard, they were just Kindred after all. She felt tired every since mother's death she felt more and more tired with each passing night. She glanced toward the yell and then closed her eyes for a second, trying to right herself.

He looked up at her, raising the coffee to his lips and sipping lightly. He simply agreed to her mutter, speaking the fact that she was close enough to hear her. He sat there, slouched back, his cheek length locks falling infront of sapphire eyes. He certainly didn't seem Dangerous.

Elbow found rest on the tabletop and she cradled sharp chin in her hand, glancing around the cafe without really seeing anyone. That sigh finally managed to escape, hissing between slightly pursed lips. Another model would pass within her view, and she fought an irrational burst of irritation at the opulent lace and silk gown and the girl so elegantly displaying it..

Abel polished off his coffee and stood up. He spoke softly to Trix "I must go now, nice to see you again." He would thud across the floor, his hand outstretched to pull the door open. He stepped outside, the breezy air nipping at him. He would find his car, a 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby Cobra, black in color with silver lines going down the roof on either side. He got in started the car and drove off, the darkness shrouded him as he exited the area.

Dishes and silverware flew everywhere as he heard the ever so familiar scream... It was the girl from the estate.  Oh god...  He muttered, stepping out of the kitchen. Yes Mary, what is it?  He didn't remember her name... Something with an M though. He straightened his apron and eyed her for a moment.

See ya around..Abel.  Shifting to stand, she reached casually down to straighten out the mini skirt before legs were set into motion as the sound of clicking heels would draw her to where <sammie> was situated, eyes falling to her with a smile before she looked to the model before them. Ugh, now that's tacky ... doesn't anymore wear real clothes anymore...?

This being the last night of self imposed anonymity added a need for rebellion. When the concierge suggested Illusions Caf� with the fashion show he knew this night's exploration wouldn't involve digging around in the dirt. Then again with any luck it could. He knew Stationside it had always been infected with leeches he might as well see for himself. Pace slowed to a stop outside the cafe'.

Standing, he would do as his father wished, but only because he hated sitting around. Now that the treat was over with the lycan, he would feel much better where the man was concerned. He moved through the crowd as eyes sought out Beth and her 'date' for the eve. A very unusual pair indeed. He stopped beside Grey then, a glance over his attire then he lifted a brow. What brings you two out tonight? Not your usual date fare, no?

She startled just slightly, attention flickering from the model to the woman voicing an opinion that echoed her own.  It does seem a trifle overdone..  Understatement murmured with the hint of a smile, lips twitching as she watched the model in question flounce off in an obvious huff.

She smiled in satisfaction, her mission accomplished in pissing her off.  Remember me for the other night, at the Cafe? She offered a hand to her in greeting then.  I simply must have some of that tea again. I'm Trixie, by the way.

Upon throwing pair after pair of leather pants into Grey's arms, she looked to Blade and sneered. It's not a date just yet, we're shopping.  She said with a nod.  And why aren't you guarding king fossil over there? Guess he's too good to speak to his own child in public, no?  She finished slightly irritated.

Always pleased to meet a satisfied customer.  And pleasure was obvious upon her face as she reached to gingerly grasp the other woman's hand, offering a light shake before withdrawing.  Samantha, but you can call me Sam..  Wide, disarming smile flashed and she nudged a chair out from beneath the table she had claimed earlier.  Have a seat..?

Don't mind if I do, thanks..  She took the offered seat with a smile as she gently rubbed to the insides of her calves.  These boots are killing me, far be it for glam to be my expertise. Gimme jeans and a tee over this glitzy and itchy stuff anyday. She took a sip form her glass then leaned back to get comfortable.  So, find anything you like?

 

He's got his nose bent out of shape about something, I'm sure whatever it is, Marcus lies the source.  Eyes took a glance to the arms of his apprentice then he sighed inwardly.  You two have fun...  A hint of sarcasm. He shook his head lightly as he moved off to claim a shadowed wall with Knox...at least he could enjoy his silence, if nothing else.

I'm afraid my tastes run a little more toward the simple...  A sidelong glance cast to some of the other patrons, the women exotic as butterflies. That, and I think I might have to sign away my firstborn to afford one of those dresses..  The jest was halfhearted, a wistful light flickering through her eyes as she returned attention to her new acquaintance.  And yourself..? Anything making desperate cries to go home to your closet..?

Ahh, no, I despise the clash of velvet and lace�not that I would have any place to wear it..  A soft shrug as she nodded and looked back to Sam, a tilt of her head then. So how's the Cafe, It's rather new, I gather...it seems like an ideal spot..  She lingered off on her over zealous nature as she was quite interested in knowing about the lady.

Shoulders rolled the black jacket easily reaching into the front pocket of black jeans Zippo lid clicked falling closed. Not expecting the place to been this busy.

I just opened it, yes. I thought a nice cozy little caf� would be a welcome addition, but perhaps I was mistaken in my choice of atmosphere...  A glance around at the expanse of chrome, glass, and shiny red vinyl. Not precisely her taste, but it did make an impression.  But it's still too early to tell, I hope.

I think it's right cozy, I know I'll be back, and with friends..  She smiled as she let her gaze glance away a moment to linger to the door..then with a casual glance back to Sam, she smiled as she leaned in a bit closer.  Our people prefer the casual over the glam.

He sparked up a clove as he moved out into the archway of the cafe's door. Dark eyes lingering upon a shadow there as the sound of steel was heard with a click.

That was the crowd I hoped to attract..  Matching Trixie's soft tones as she likewise leaned in, a conspiratorial smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The response has been less than overwhelming, but I have just gotten into town... and tensions seem to be running a bit high 'round here. Coffee and tea don't seem to be foremost on anyone's mind..

Clicks passing with his thoughts Marlboro red pack wrist movement popping up one cigarette lips pressed around drawing it the rest of the way out. Pack replace as the Zippo's flame touched the end deeply inhaling.

She sneered at Bosco, crossing velvet clad arms.  It's Maggie... So, you're head chef hum? Good for you... And good luck working with Genesis, she hugs every tree she meets.  She had to giggle at that one.  But you'll still working at the estate right?  She asked, nosing as usual.

She nodded as the last of her drink was downed.  Yeah, it seems like that's all they want to do, bicker and point fingers. You'd think they had better things to do. And they call us the serreal.  A knowing glance passed to her as gaze lingered a moment, then returned to the dying crowd.

He gave his usual sage nod to Maggie, as well as the once over.  Yes Maggie, I'll still be at the estate... Genesis is supposed to be rounding up another chef. Dunno about Genesis, but your little buddy Seth freaks me out... I wouldn't be caught dead in his designs.  He shuddered for a moment.

Gravel ground down into the street with his turn, tossing back sunbleached hair with the exhale. That place looked the type that was more his mother's taste. The night called for some drinking something more lively than a fashion show.

How long have you been here..?  Curious, but not pushy... or at least that was the impression she was aiming for with that question. Head tilted to one side, dislodging an errant lock of hair that was soon chased back into place with a practiced sweep of her fingers.

Oh, about a month too long, this is somewhat my home away from home. I try to take photographs to sell in-between curing boredom..though I fear this homecoming was bad timing on my part..  She stood then and straightened out her skirt.  But, life is that way sometimes, I suppose.

She craned her neck upward as Trixie stood, and then thought better of it and moved to rise as well. The dwindling crowd seemed to indicate the evening's activities might be drawing to a close, and she would rather not linger with the few remaining patrons. To say they made her uneasy would be an understatement . Seems the party is moving elsewhere.. A quick glance about before she returned an even gaze to the other woman.

Yes, the web had proved to be a wealth of information that's where he is in the mood to be the places down near the docks. Seems there are several strip clubs after all if he was going to watch women strutting the best fashion was seeing their lovely bodies.

He sighed with the mock exhale and glanced back into the caf� to spot his father. Then looking away, his attention turned to the lycan women standing about. Pondering glance it was back and forth from the two until it settled upon Trisha before he finally stepped into the room and headed over to where daddy dearest sat.

She nodded as the crowd seemed to be fanning out. A passing glance shown to the Tzi then she smiled politey to his frown before she looked to Sam.  Yeah, perfect timing..it was good to meet you, I'll be seeing you in more pleasant surroundings ..like you Cafe...  She offered her hand out again with a gentle shake offered.

Nice to meet you, as well... and I'll look forward to it.  Clasping her hand before stepping back to allow her room to depart, a sidelong glance cast to the remaining men.

She had found herself once more entering the Cafe, she figured that since things had thinned out a bit she could enjoy herself a bit more. She entered once again and gave the place the once over.

Night..  With this, she gathered her purse from behind the bar and headed down the stairs to depart.

He stood and reached to pick up his coat, fingers moved gently as he folded it over his arm with perfection. He turned to glance to Blade, then steps were issued as he descended into the room of the cafe from his perch and moved his way towards the door. Eyes lifted as they shifted to gaze upon the women as he passed. The lycan he nodded to as well as the young miss of Tzi. Gaze falling over her visage in a sweeping motion before hand reached to the stair railing.

Well.. the evening hadn't been a complete waste of time, and she could take comfort in knowing she had at least made a new and seemingly friendly acquaintance. A startled but very polite nod was returned to the passing gentleman as she made her way out as well.

 

Chapter 36 -= the quintessential fiend =-

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Wolfbane Laboratories, 6:55 pm

The lights of the facility were directed to the brick and brass entrance of a building. The name 'Wolfbane Laboratories, Inc' clearly marking the complex boldly from the road. A security gate would stop any that tried to enter without an appointment, as well as open them for those who did. Up the long drive stood off to itself the office suits. The decor about as stuffy as any other office complex in Stationside, but it was the manner in which business was conducted that set it apart from the rest. Night...Blade sat within the confinds of his own office to the end of the hallway, his attention turned to his blue grey laptop screen as he milled away the hours catching up on his research. A glance to the wall and to the clock as his 8:30 appointment was growing near. With a sigh, he pushed back a moment from his tedious task of typing to rub thumb and finger against the bridge of his nose, shoving wire rimmed glasses to rest on his forehead.

Arianna pressed the button to the gates, stating that she had an appointment, gave her name, then the gates opened as she slowly pulled forward to the building. She looked at her watch, she was only a few minutes early. After parking she walked through the front entrance of the building, studying the interior as she passed through. Dressed as normal, black skirt suit, hair down, she reached the front desk, explaining that she had an 8:30 appointment to the woman then waited patiently for directions to where she needed to go. The woman turned back to her, instructing Arianna as to where to go. Arianna gave a polite nod, followed by a thank you as she took the directions the woman had given her.

Hearing the buzz coming into his intercom, he paused to take the call. Then, with a quick check to his laptop, he closed it out then stood, hand readjusting his glasses as he slid on his labcoat. He wondered as he stepped to the door just what it was that Arianna has wanted by scheduling an appointment with him. Knowing that it was more on the personal level than with the murals they had toyed back and forth over. With her mention of a check up, he had to admit it was a reason for concern. Door was opened smoothly as he stepped out into the carpeted hallway, then started up the long hall to meet her. Passing by several other offices on his way there, he could only sigh inwardly and grumble to himself about the lack of taste this place held.

She looked around, walking with a not so hurried pace. It didn't seem like a very "Wolfbane" kind of atmosphere, it shocked her slightly. She then looked ahead, this was about where the receptionist said it would be. Seeing the figure coming closer she realized it was Blade, she offered a slight smiled as she drew closer to him. Her eyes looked away for brief moments, still taking in the sights of the interior. She was a little nervous, the small black clutch bag in her hands, fingers fumbled over it aimlessly. Good eve Blade.  She greeted warm and soft.

Basic black pants were seen before the stark white of that overly long labcoat that draped his lean frame. Other than a pressed white dress shirt underneath the coat, he was his usual coy self. Long locks slicked back and banded together to trail down his back. Spotting the young miss, he smiled instantly to her when he reached her.  Ahh, there you are. I hope you didn't have to wait too long..

 

 A hand offered out to her as he spoke. Usual casualness in his tone as dark eyes took a scan over her figure. Thoughtful expression it was before he motioned forward while he stepped along, leading her on down the hall to where the hallway came to an air locked door.  I can't say I'm not curious as to why you seek out the Lab's services, but I do assure you I will make sure your case is handled with the upmost professionalism..

She walked along with him, looking to him now and then. Her hands still aimlessly play about the small bag. She cleared her throat.  I really appreciate that Blade. She smiled again, standing near the air locked door. She felt a bit ackward like this, she'd never been one to ask for help, unless it was really needed. I'm kinda nervous  She smirked.

He produced a slide card and went thtough the motions of keying the door, then as it gave a slight hiss and slid open he turned to her, returning her smile.  I'm sure it seems all alittle bit errie from your point of view. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Come now, We'll just find a nice, quiet place to talk and see what it is that you need..  He tried to make her feel at ease, but knowing fully well that might be kind of hard for a Torrie to do in the presence of a Tzi in a working lab..he would try to insure her well bring. After the last night they were together at the club, that might take some getting use to. Leading her on down into the actual lab facilities, they passed by several stations that held workers as well as a few rooms with beds and the usual hospital looking equipment. Coming to an open door, he pushed it on open as the lights within lit then dimmed to a comfortable level. Within was a couple of oversized wing back chairs, a sofa, a desk and an oversized bay window that overlooked the lit courtyard and fountain.

She nodded softly to his words, she tried to let them bring comfort, but it didn't work so well. She followed him down through the lab, looking around a bit squeemishly as they passed what looked to her more like a hospital. Pausing as he did to open the door, she walked into the room, looking around a bit, this seemed more comfortable that the rest did. She walked to the window, looking out to the fountain, not saying anything.

Closing the door behind him, he silently moved over to the sofa as he watched her. Something seemed to be troubling her to the point of her quietness. The concern littered his dark features as he placed his slide card back into his pocket. Would you care for something to drink?  He ask as he took the liberty of being a gracious host. Prepared to tend the bar if need be, he moved over to the smooth counter against the far wall and stood.

She turned and smiled to him.  Red wine please  She looked back out the window briefly, the turned, taking a seat in on of the wing backs. She slid back until the curves of her back rested against the chair, crossing her right leg over the left, hands and bag in her lap. She watched casually as he moved to pour drinks  I hope I have not kept you from anything tonight Blade.

Two goblets were brought up from under the counter, and after than the chanter was lifted up and red wine poured in each. Dark eyes shifted over to her once before he scooped up the goblets and moved across the room, hand extendingthe glass to her.  Nothing that I wasn't happy to leave sitting. Alot of dull old catch up paperwork. I'm mildly surprised that you called.  A smile shown to her as he moved to take a seat upon the sofa. Leaning back, he made himself comfortable before a sip of the wine was taken.  Now then, what is it that I can do for you, mayhaps? You seemed preoccupied..

Taking the glass with her free hand, she took a small sip, then let the goblet rest in her lap. She looked to the floor for a long moment, trying to smile. Chin lifted, she raised her gaze to look at him.  I haven't been myself lately. I think either I'm going through some kind of change, or something is wrong with me.  She'd lost the smile somewhere in that explanation of what brought her here.

Hand that idly tilted the glass soon stilled as he listened to her soft voice in explanation. From a clinicaly aspect, dark eyes would silently evaluate her from where he sat. He nodded once to her words, his own ofered to her after a few moments of hesistance.  Has this happened before?  A tilt of his head, thinking back from the other night, he clearly had noticed something amiss about the woman he met at the gallery.

She took another sip, trying to keep her calm as she explained to him about her past, something only done maybe twice before.  I went through a change when I was 12. That is when I found I had a tolerance to sunlight for short amounts of time. It makes me terribly weak, I have to feed more often when I've been out in the day. But now, it's like the need has increased.

Have you noticed any altercations of your persona? Like..if it's morning light...afternoon sun..or if the pigments in your skin darken?  With those words heard, his questioning took on a more direct tone in reasoning. Glass was slid to the small table before him as he searched into his coatpocket for pen and notepad, already jotting down things he knew his memory would be vague in remembering. This change she spoke of sparked a thought or two that set the course of his pen into motion as he awaited her reply.

She blinked a few times, looking down to the drink in the goblet as she mindlessly swirled it around, thinking about his questions.  No, I haven't noticed any thing like that as far as the color of my skin, but looking at it everyday it would be hard unless it was dramatic. I try to stay out of the midday and afternoon heat, keeping my day schedule limited to mornings. It just seems like it takes more to regain my strength than it used to. She watched him jotting things down, feeling a little under the microscope, she smiled softly, taking another drink.

I'll need to take samples of both your blood and tissue, but from what you've described, it's a fairly common case among daywalkers. I would like to give you a full psychical, granted your permission, and run a few tests.  He leaned back to let his back flush smoothly within the softness of the sofa, those eyes lifting up to hold his attentive gaze to her. Arianna, what you maybe experiencing can be cured..but to seek it out, and make certain that it's nothing shy of age setting in with the blood, I would feel better in conducting the tests, just to be on the safe side. What we do here is a highly kept secret, and yes some of it is a form of fleshcrafting, but to only those immortals that seek it out. We try to help the ones who come here. Survival of our kind is imperative. I do hope you will offer me your trust in this..I must insist on it.

She looked down to her glass, taking a few deep breathes listening to him. Fingers fiddled with the goblet now, hearing words like "tests", "blood", "imperative". She thought about it for several long moments in silence before gaze lifted back to Blade. She took one last deep breath, exhaling slowly through her mouth.  Do what you have to.  Not much frightened her, but this for some reason did.

A soft nod was issued with her words.  Very well. I'll make sure to schedule everything at a convience for you. I know your gallery is demanding of your time. All I'll do this eve is draw some blood. That will give me an objective thesis to work with.  Standing, he slid his notepad away as he stepped over to where she sat. A hand was extended down to her as he smiled.  You'll be fine. I promise to be gentle.

She set the goblet down on the table, then laid her hand in his as she stood from her seat. She smiled softly, taking a small step back.  I know you will.  She flashed back to when she was twelve and how freaked out she got when she went through that change, she didn't want it to happen again. She wasn't sure she was ready for this, but she nodded looking up to him. Ready when you are.

Taking her hand into his, slim fingers laced between her slender digits as he moved ob towards the door. Opening it, then stepping out, he led her down the stark whiteness of the hallway until they moved on into an empty lab room, where he motioned to an empty chair by the counter. Releasing her hand, he closed the door then moved over to the end of the counter to prepare for the task.  When a Torrie reaches a certain stage in their life, the strength of the blood sometimes breaks down. Especially if daywalking has been an active part of the kindred's day to day..  He lifed a syringe towards the light as he spoke, laytex gloved finger thumped against the glass cylinder.  In most cases, all there needs to be done is to feed upon their race...but..sometimes there needs to be more.. an alternative means to an end..  He turned to her with a smile as he brought over the tray, sitting it against the counter gently.

She unbuttoned the suit jacket as she listened to him, the sliding out of it, she laid it over the chair back behind her. Her hands rubbed over her arms lightly as she watched him with the needle. She bit her lip as he approached her.  I've never heard of anything like this happening.

Do you remember you sire at all?  He ask as he moved a rolling stool around and took a seat in it before her. He lay the needle along the arm of the chair, then a cotton swab. After that, he turned his attention to her arm as both hands took it gently into his grasp. Fingers traced over the skin as he lay it upon the arm of the chair, then the top edge of a vein was found. Eyes darted up to meet her's a moment before he began the task of binding the top of her arm with the elastic cord, then needle was picked up.  Gonna feel a stick... He breathed as the clear glass tube began to fill up quickly with the rich crimson of her vitae.

She waited until she saw the needle being lifted, closing her eyes trying not to tense up. My parents were Toreador. I don't have a sire. But something happened during the pregnancy. Her arm jumped slightly to the prick of the needle, then she opened her eyes and looked down to the syringe filling with her blood. She sighed softly, wiggling her fingers a bit as her head canted slightly to the left.

He frowned slightly as the prickle of the needle caused her to flinch. Lifting the filled needle up and away, he quickly marked the tube and capped it off. Laying it aside, cotton swab was pressed to the puncture to dabble away the tiny droplets, then taken away for inspection. Folding her arm upward, he smiled as he sat back, looking to her.  All done. What happened with the pregancy?  He canted his head as he listened to her, curious to hear what she had to say.

Resting her hand on her shoulder keeping the elbow bent, she leaned back, relaxing a bit. She looked up to him. From what my father told me, my mother hot sick, wouldn't eat. Some of the family had suggested he see a "witch doctor" and after a few days of her starving he took her to see the doctor. The doctor said there was nothing he could do, so my father threatened his life, the life of his family, and the doctor made some kind of elixir. She drank it and within a few hours of leaving, she went into labor, and died in the process, but he was able to save me. He went back to the doctor, killing him, his wife and children.

His brows creased a moment as he listened to her.  This potion...any idea what it was?  He lifted a hand to check on her arm, then deemed the wound closed as he stood and collected the tray, setting it aside on the counter.  It's not unheard of for your blood to be fading, so to speak. It has nothing to do with anything other than the discipline of daywalking .. but when it does this, the sunlight is only posioning your system. And the need to feed greatly increases, yet the blood will not sate. I'll test this and see if I can draw some conclusions on that aspect. If nothing can be found, then we'll try another test.

She nodded listening to him, the tips of her fingers softly rub over where the needle had been. She looked up to him.  I don't know what was in the potion, if my father knew, he never said. She sighed softly, the thought of having to give up her mornings didn't really please her. She shook her head, smiling softly. Thank you, Blade. I really appreciate this.

He smiled. My pleasure. I hope it can be resolved and soon.  He stood and offered his hand to her.  All that I ask is you not expose yourself to the sun until we've cured you..Feed as your hunger strikes..and please...no matter when or where...or what....call me the instant something changes..I'll not have you indangered if I can help it.

She took his hand, standing and taking up her jacket with her hand.  I will call you if anything changes, I promise. She tilted her head slightly again, still smiling. Well, I'll be on my way.

I'll walk you out, least you get lost..  He grinned as he turned to snag the door open, allowing her passage into the hallway. Once outside, he led her back through the compound until they arrived back at the main lobby of before. He gave a glance around the silent room then with a smile, turned to look to her.  Have a pleasant eve..and mayhaps our next meeting will be under more pleasant surroundings. Rachyl has caught wind of our interest in the opera, so beware, she may just invoke another night out for us there.

She followed him through the compound to the lobby. She smiled, turning to face him. Try to enjoy your evening Blade, it's still fairly early.  She laughed softly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek softly, then turned and walked to the doors, slipping back into her jacket.

A smile given to the kiss.  I will try my best, Arianna..Dark Eve..  With that he bid her goodbye as he watched her a long moment or to while she slid on her jacket, then sure steps would take him back through the lobby, to disappear down the hallway of the office suits.

 

Chapter 37--A Search For Eternity: Preparations

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Marcus' Study, 9:00 pm
~^~ The Kingdom of Hungary 1664 A.D. ~^~
The Lycan - Vampire beast rose up from its perch at rest and roared mightily in a deftly inhuman tone before bearing its fangs to the Crusaders. A feral growl and the beast was attacking. The French troops not under attacked spoke a brief litany to god and drew their swords in defense of their fallen soldier of god. A demon straight from hell was attacking their brother and they had to help save his soul from being stolen by the hell hound. Metal screeched as the broadswords left their sheathes and the men marched upon the demon. The beast ripped at the throat of the first human and began to drink heavily of the blood held therein before ripping the flesh clean of its owner. The hapless Frenchman gurggled slightly and died. The pack of crusaders fell upon the beast. It was the youngest of its clan and thusly untrained in the ways of killing merely hungry. A hard slice across the small of its back the mighty creature howled out in pain before attacking and killing a second Crusader with a swift blow across the face. The man flew back and hit the ground in his death knell and knowing it. Torrents of warm red blood gushed from the newly created wound on his neck. He struggled vainly while his brethern faught on. A crushing blow was brought down upon the beasts neck which elicted a second howl and a third fallen Crusader.

The attack continued for hours. The Crusaders attacking and dying and the Vampire - Lycan Creature gradually being worn down closer and closer to the point of death with blood coming freely from its now multiple wounds. The mighty beast struck a glancing blow on one the last remaining Crusaders and then staggered into a sleep from which it would not return from easily. The last four Crusaders of the fifteen man troop buried the creature and then blessed the ground with every divine prayer they knew hoping that god could keep Satan's creature chained in the cold ground.

~^~ 340 Years Later ~^~
Collin Marcus Xavier stood covered in a black trenchcoat in the wilderness of some unknown forest that blanketted most of this part of Romania. The Lycan, still human at this point though approached with two of his fellow clansmen as guards. As if that would be enough. Marcus was many things but his time had taught him that gullibility brought certain death. He had his people, at least 10 or 15 of them, blanketed in various areas watching this transaction. His best student was also present back somewhat in command of the forces that were to protect him. His daughter and buffer in the Wolfbane estate was watching as well. The Lycan stopped a few steps shy of Marcus and spoke as though reporting to a superior.

"The lead your people found in Hungary has lead to nothing. My people thoroughly searched the area for more pieces of this map you lust for so", the Lycan leader was less than respectful toward his employer with emphasis on "your" as if the Kindred were incapable fools.

"I would remind you...Lycan", he nearly spat the word "that I am your employer. Find me that map or I will kill your entire clan." The words held menace that he could indeed act upon but the arrogance of his voice angered the Lycan sense of pride.

"You are a despicable creature Kindred!" the Lycan fumed. Marcus reached within his coat and drew a small pistol and pointed it directly at the Lycan representive and before he could react unleashed three rounds into his shoulder. The Lycan recoiled in pain and his companion were about to attack when two of Marcus' own guards equipped with AK-47's emerged from behind him as the pistol was pointed directly toward the wounded Lycan.

"I spared him but if your clan continues to fail me I can't ensure his future safety", arrogance exuded from Marcus' words with the menace of a threat unfufilled.

The Lycan guards eased and knew this was no bluff. They helped their falled comrade raise from the dirt and disapeered into the woods. Marcus turned and moved from the woods toward the three vehicles: One for him and his daughter, two for his guards. He had to speak with her. They climbed into the vehicle with her at the wheel and drove through the woods towards the rural roads that would take him back to civilization. A conversation hung in the air unspoken.

"Rachyl you have to take a strong stance with the dogs or they think they can walk all over their masters", Marcus said in his own fatherly way.

He could tell she wanted to respond but held her peace as he spoke again before she could say anything to refute him. She always had held a misguided respect for the dogs that roamed the world still undomesticated. Once he ruled the Wolfbane Clan the dogs would either be domesticated or put down. Survival of the fittest always was the driving force behind all species no matter how primitive or advanced.

Her mood had gone from pleasure to anger upon Marcus pulling her out of the estate. The light rap at her bedroom door was met with by a deep sultry laugh and a smile that quickly turned to a frown. He'd insisted she leave with him a quick move on her part allowed her to be out of his grasp.... long enough for her to step behind the dressing screen pulling on a pair of black jeans, boots, & a black cashmere sweater. Pulling her hair up in a high ponytail as an act of defiance knowing her sire hated it like this. She'd driven to where he'd told her mouth frozen in a straight line. Mood escalated to seething at Marcus' lies about her love of Lupine. It was bad enough that she'd allowed herself a second of joy over Lord Antoine's praise of her hunt and Marcus had slammed it to rage in less than two hours. Running up the steps dark hair swayed when she walked through the door held open by the butler. Marcus on her heels. She'd reached livid her eyes narrowed to barely more than a slit as they met Lord Antoine's to see a rage she'd never witnessed until this moment.

Her lividity had turned to a look that could only be compared to that of a deer caught in the headlights dark eyes opened wide as she looked at Antione.

He stood motionless upon the top edge of the stairs, black orbs gazing down as the front door opened up and in from the night came lovely Rachyl and Marcus. Hand rested casually against the bannister as he began his decent, silence his shroud as he would simply await their words.

Marcus sighed lightly. His voice was held in a low whisper so as not arouse the others at the estate.  You must understand we all do things we don't want to Rachyl. I know you are intelligent enough to see that. Now why stay so hostile?

She heard his words as she looked up at Antione staying still for a few more beats before moving to greet him.  Antoine... Takes his right hand as she dropped to her knees pressing her cheek to the back of it. Pushing down her anger making sure her tone respectful and remorseful. Forgive me. Marcus can explain to you where he took me.

His gaze settled upon Marcus as the remorse from his beloved began to play out, tale tell signs something was amiss. He held his reserve as he studied the Elder Tzi's features, trying to detect, if any, change. He tilted his head as eyes dropped that gaze to Rachyl, a touch of his hand to her cheek as he beckoned her from the floor.  One must not kneel before me, unless there is something to beg for in forgiveness.  He looked back to Marcus then, expression clearly expressed in the thin line his lips formed.  Mayhaps Marcus can enlighten me then..

Marcus brought the appropriate respect forward though he was much further from groveling than his daughter. The girl looked near bursting into tears. Though he knew her bond to Antoine was very powerful and did not begrudge her for displaying appropriate fear. He bowed down formally and abashed.  Lord Antoine forgive my rudeness. I was merely taking my daughter out for a lesson. I was teaching her the importance of loyalty.

Graceful movement as she rose a nod given in recognition to Antoine's words. Stepping to the left of Antione as she looked back at Marcus listening to his explanation.

I see, and my I ask, what the lesson was?  Right brow arched high on that questionable in his voice answered him.  I, for one am always searching for the 'lesson' with the neonates myself..mayhaps I can learn, too.. Eyes remained upon Marcus still, scrutinizing gaze ever sharp.

Hint of a smile hearing his words hands moved to rest on her hips. She didn't dare speak.

Marcus stood perfectly still unmotioning, unflinching. A lesson we were taught well by our Masters Antoine "Disgrace yourself and you disgrace your clan". We were observing a meeting between a number of vampire traitors and their lycan allies. The transaction as expected ended poorly. Surely you know most of all m'lord that loyalty to your clan is above all else.

Ahhh, I see... Eyes fell over to Rachyl as he listened to the explanation, already having scurried the mind of his love; blood bonds were fierce, yes. But, bonds were made to be broken, and a bond forged with the devotion that this lovely held with Antoine now would exceed any other. His eyes darted back to Marcus then.  I agree with you that lessons must be issued...but unless you've somehow transformed into a 'red skin'... He chuckled mildly. I believe I am her master now, no? Lessons should come from myself...after all, my friend, you did bestow her to me as a gift, did you not?

Indeed I did m'lord but I had wanted to complete her education so that she might in her own service to you better act as a token of my appreciation toward being a friend, ally, and servant of you.

 

True smile as she looked to Antione. She felt his blood in her from their bond it called to her darker nature the expression on her face now one of sheer fascination. She would never tire of feeling the power that radiated from him.

He looked down to Rachyl then, feeling the peace washing through her as the aura of before vanished and the radiance that she beheld returned. He looked back to Marcus then, a nod issued to him. Of Course, but mayhaps a more appropriate time would benefit her lessons...I feel that she would best benefit the needs of the clan while in the estate from here on out, unless of course it is an outing that requires myself to accompany her. I think that's fair, no?

As her master that is exceedingly fair Lord Antoine. It is a belief of mine that the best lessons are impromptu. However I will defer to your judgment with your possessions. Though do not begrudge for a continued interest in her well-being and education as her father.

The true smile still gracing her lips as she saw Antoine's body relax. Her fears and tensions eased moving to Antione cold hand taking his. Soft tone. Thank you, my Lord.  Gaze turned to Marcus.

He nodded to Rachyl as he extended his arm out to her. We've had a full night, come now. Rest awaits..  He turned to mount the stairs, then paused a moment, gazing back down to Marcus for a moment. I shall take up the issue with you alittle later, as it is, once the bethrovement is final, she will belong to me, and to The estate fully.  A hint of a smile teased his lips , but held little humor as he took in a mock breath.  Enjoy you night, Marcus, well what there is left before dawn.

Nod given to Marcus as she moved closer to Antione, the night had been full of a wealth of motions.  Night, Marcus.

Goodnight Antoine.  Marcus fumed as he moved toward his luxurious chambers. His best operative was being stolen by the old fool! He had taught her to well to lose her in this manner. His mind raged over and over churning through this blow so grievous. He should be leading this clan, he was not so stupid as to act rashly though. The return of his search for the maps came again. He would miss Antoine but not as much as he would love his new found power.

 

 

Chapter 37--A Search for Eternity: The Aftermath

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

212 Warren Street, 7:04 am
Mindless chatter came from the corner of the room as the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the quiet room of Trisha's east side flat. The flickering light of the television was only amplified by the useless information that the stoic faces of the newscasters offered to the morning views via monotone voices. Shifting across the room, a cotton robed form freshly showered moved to the sofa as a file of papers were tugged over and flipped idly open. A bite taken from her begal as she skimmed over the list of things on today's agenda, she offered a sigh to the air as eyes turned to view the screen with a casual glance. What passed her ears then was both pondered, and related to as oddly told with the usual cup of morning gloom as sapphire eyes lifted to watch in disbelief.

"....Witnesses reported several shots heard off in the thick of the forest....it was not known at this time the nature of the incident, but local authorities were still in investigation to the disturbance. Several months back this part of the upland forest region was targeted by random acts of violence related to a string of unknown deaths...the slaughtered remains of the victims still not identified and remain an open case for the local police precinct....updates will be offered when they become available. Citizens are urged to use cation while in the area and a curfew of 11 pm has been set until further notice....."

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Stationside, Romania 2004

Wolfbane Estate, 6:59 pm
Patience would become a virtue in time, for as long as the servitutde has lasted, the loyality of another is something one cannot put a price tag upon. As the doors to his master's room parted and the slow stride of footsteps echoed along the silent hallway, Knox's dark eyes would lift up to take a quick glance about the corridor to insure safety before humbly lowering his head in reverance to Blade and dutifully await his nightly orders.

"Good evening Knox..Have my hummer brought around to the front of the house, and gear up...we'll be out most of the night..."  A pause as he turned to eye his unusually quiet servant in that all too knowing look of a master's watchful eye. "What is it...?"

"Sir, there's something I think you need to see"  His gloved hand produced a folded edition of the local Stationside Sun newpaper. It was passed over causally to his master then, the page thoughtfully marked, as always.

Dark eyes skimmed over the headlines of the yellow tainted madness written with sickening expertise to entice the local yokals into their wicked web. Usually Blade cared little for the goings on of the mortals around the estate. They were happy to sit atop their cliffs and tend to their own toxic garden of lies and deciet, clearly setting them apart from the haphazard calamity of the rest of the city's existance. But, tonight this little write up harbored an ill wind towards Kindred and Kine alike...and most importantly, of Lycan as well. The very part of the woods talked about in the strange write up was the heart of Lycan country. And coincidence or not, the events in Paris crossed his mind briefly. A cutting glance was issued up to Knox then as Blade shoved the paper back over to his awaiting hands.

"Thank you...Very interesting....As I said before, have the vehicle brought around to the front. I'll be only a moment then we'll be off. Collect Grey and meet me downstairs...oh and Knox...make sure the boy knows to come prepared."

With this, the hard pounding of his steps could be heard as he moved on down the hall and headed to his study. Collecting the faxed info from Emerald, and a few more files he had stowed away in his desk, he shoved them all into his briefcase and set out to get this Hand business settled before he found himself having to answer to a disgruntled Emerald once more with another slight oversight on his part.

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Stationside, Romania 2004

Marcus' Study, 8:00 pm

The news paper fell to the finely crafted oak table with little sound at all. The sound of the newspaper hitting the table paled in comparison to the anger that Marcus felt inside at its headline. Those stupid dogs! They said the area was clear of humans. He should have had his own people make the scan. Ensure it was safe. Clean up where it wasn't safe. Security was an ongoing project. Security kept important secrets that humans weren't ready to accept in the shadows where they belonged where all Lycan and Vampires belonged. He called over one of his servants and ordered the ghoul to bring him his security detail from his last outing. They would know his meaning. While the ghoul left to attend to his business he sunk into an overtly plush finely made chair to think. This chair was an older one crafted by Italian workers. Nothing of any real use was made these days save weapons of war. It was a shame he had enjoyed the older times. Thought left him as the ghoul returned with his security people. Upon that end Marcus rose.

 

"I take it you've seen the headlines," Marcus said in quiet fury.

"Yes, m'lord... I have," he said soberly.

"What does this lesson teach you?" Marcus replied in a scolding tone.

"Trusting the Lycans to do security is not wise. I will not fail you again," The Guard said.

"Alexander see that you don't. You have served me loyally for nearly one hundred fifty years now I would hate to have to dismiss you, understand?" Marcus said simply.

Alexander knew very well that dismissal meant death and he had no desire to join the ranks of the dead "Understood m'lord."

 

Marcus knew that Rachyl was off serving the Elder of the clan in her own ways but still he was forced to wonder if she was working damage control of her own initiative or if he would have to actively press the issue. She was a smart girl though he trusted she would do what was required. Marcus grabbed a cigarette from an ornately decorated case and lit it with a Zippo lighter allowing the smoke to dissipate in the air. It was a filthy habit he admitted but then destroying one's lungs held little concern when oxygen wasn't a requirement to survival. He rose and looked out across the darkness of the estate and wondered if that from which he has quested for so long would ever be within grasp. The gray smoke like so many previous attempts at the map drifted upward and then disappeared into nothingness.

 

Was he so doomed to failure for eternity? Eternity was a long time but failure was also a hard pill to swallow. Marcus stood silent in his luxurious rooms. The moonlight filtered its way through the large gothic windows. A vase filled with specially grown black roses sat on an ornate oak stained chest of drawers. Marcus' form was that of brooding. His search was growing increasingly stagnant and the only positive things that have happened in recent times are his meeting with the beautiful owner of the Delacora art gallery. She was a delightful change from the ebb and flow of his plans and his contant need to manevur around Antoine and his dispicable children. They seemed to get along reasonably well with everyone else in the estate, even the captain of his forces, just not him. Speaking of the captain of his forces where the hell was Liam? He has been out on mission three days ago and had not reported back yet. Liam was a good strong ghoul and would make a fine Tzimisce someday so long as he continued to serve loyally. As Marcus' thoughts shifted and turned again Liam came into the room.

Liam was never much of one to complain. Most things he did for his master was preferrable to where he had been before. Prison. This last mission though was a walk through the firey depths of hell. It was a fate he never wanted and was relegated to by edict of his master. Marcus was normally generous in his rewards though. After returning to the estate and having his team go their seperate ways Liam walked through the castle showing the necessary respect to the Wolfbane's who largely ignored him and to Marcus' quarters. Marcus was not happy to see his chief servant though since news of a partial failure had reached his ears ahead of his Captain.

"So you finally return Liam. News of your.... shortcoming has reached me" he said with menace in his voice.

"I can explain m'lord! The target expected us coming. We were lucky we were even able to get the fragments of the map you requested. The lycan holder fled before we could capture him and his companions. Three of them are dead and one has been captured but the main target did elude us" , Liam intoned soberly.

"...The main target did elude you... Very well Liam. Your failure is not as complete as I thought previously. You will be given 3/4 the normal blood ration in your wine for one week as punishment. Do not fail me again Liam do you understand?" Marcus said gravely.

"Yes of course not", Liam turned and walked out toward his own quarters in a guest house near the back of the estate where the other ghouls stayed. His quarters were right next to Knox's with R Bosco somewhere across from him. It felt like a barracks.

As he entered his room Liam was forced to wonder if this search for the Lycan/Wolf hybrid could be a potential mistake by Marcus... No how foolish a though that is. He is a wise and strong leader the blood of the Tzimisce Elder flowing through his veins reminded him.

 

 

 

Chapter 38--� ..Signs.. �

....I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath..
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Stationside, Romania 2004

Entrance to the Westside Sewers, Midnight
Midnight would find the Tzi, his ghoul and the Brujah deep within the dark lacings of the sewers. Other than mild protesting from Grey about the stinch, Blade had led the three down from a alleyway seclusion .. and straight into the heart of Nosferatu country. Seeking out these rat fiends wasn't one of the smartest choices Blade could have made; but one sewer rat in particular owed him a huge favor. And, considering it was a Nosfie that owed it to him? He would rather have it cashed in as soon as possible. As they edged closer to the mouth of the crypt, Blade drew himself back into the shadows as he watched Knox move some inches forward to deposit the 'gift'. After it was eased upon the slimy stone opening, he too slid back and found the shadows alongside his master. Grey, meanwhile lingered back at a safe location, on lookout as he clutched his doggie bag close to his face. Peering over the shoulder of the elder kindred, he thought him nuts at this point, no kindred in his right mind would be caught dead or otherwise moving through the sludge of this city to bring a peace offering and lay it upon the steps of a crypt dubbed accrodingly "Skullhead Bob's Domain". Scratched by tiny rat claws no doubt. Grey shivered, but watched nonetheless as the shadows before the green wading pool began to dance about.

Hooked claws sprang from the entrance, a squeal of approval breaking the silence of the small tunnel before them as gift was found and deemed a worthy prize. The bodybag ripped to fine shreds before their eyes to unveil the smooth, creamy flesh of a mortal boy. Yes, even the reclusive got lonely for companionship. And Blade knew just the tastes of Bob. Shifting out, the Tzi appeared to the opening of the crypt, the shining of his wet leather making his presence known as he awaited greetings from the Nosfie. Red rimmed eyes watched as the hunched figure of the kindred hobbled into view. The hood a welcomed blessing as it shielded centuries of grotesque stretched skin over hollow bones. "Dark eve, my friend. Tis been along time, no? I hope thou has found all according in it's offering.."  A dark chuckle replied to the Tzi's words before a hooked claw beckoned to him in following. Deeper he moved into the lair, and over bones that were littered along the stone floor. Turning the last corner, Blade paused to allow his tainted hues to focus upon the body of the lair..and upon the deemed king of the desecrated underground. There, sitting upon his shadowed collected bones and skulls from years of victims rested the deemed Nosferatu. Matted clothing the color of the sewer tunnels and eyes the color of sickly yellow peering attentively upon the form of the Tzimisce. All save the twisted grin of the kindred, he remained as if nothing more than a carving out of stone.

...Come..the light calleth you forth to this night Nosferatu ..redeem thyself before mine eyes...the fleshcrafter wishes payment in thy homeage..or has an old friend not been welcomed in these years, Our trials? Surely thy mightly shadows harbor not this fear...

Standing to his full height, Blade batered on to the Nosfie as he motioned to Knox on his heels, and the ghoul hesitated in his tracks. Instead, he turned his own red hued orbs to the shadows that surrounded them. Ever watchful as they awaited.

"I don't look for trouble, but if it comes, I hid from it. Damn right, pretty boy. You may call me chicken, but I've known a lot of Kindred over the years who got smart just a few seconds too late. It's not like we can't die, it's just that it don't come natural any more. You are welcome, Tzi..as with your ghoul..and the Brujah..such a twsited pact you three have; curious am I. What is it that a humble folk such as I can offer the prince of pain..?"

Another dark set of eyes peered around the corner, and upon the speaking form of the Nosfie. His thin form stopping with a firm grasp of gloved hand from the silent ghoul to his arm. "Wait, is that a tail??? It it!!! He has a rat-tail!!!!! Get a load of...."

Blade glanced back over his shoulder to the Brujah before he sighed and cursed under his breath. Shaking off the candidness of the Brujah, he returned his gaze and his attention back to Bob once he heard the successful struggles of Knox as he drug the Brujah back out of the lair.

"I seek information. I'm sure that even the bowels of the shadows have heard of the rise of the lycans against their own flesh? You are the eyes and the ears of this land, Friend. What is it that mother earth has whispered to you within your haven? Paris grows powerless as Stationside rises from slumber. What is the connection...?"

"Paris was a testimony..Gaia cried red for the loss if it's darklord, but cries no more. There you shall not find nothing in which you haven't witnessed, Dealer. Death before thine eyes.. For all that is Lupine madness, The moon will see to it's own, remember that, my Fiend. Why is it that such a Kindred need ask of the ways of the dog of the land? They have been in slumber for many a century, surely the Regent shall not fear one minor rally within their own santioned lands..."

Blade mulled over the truths hidden in the old lore ways of the Nosfie. A soft nod was executed to him as he paced about the small confinds of the room. He recanted the report faxed in from Emerald of the Paris incident; then turned upon his heels to face the wretched old Nosfie.

"..Walking around I hear the sounds of the earth seeking relief..the mindless clutter my path, these thorns in my sides..silence...No, I think not the ways of the dog is to suffer those lesser, but to gain lineage...."

Blade extended a finger into the air, then tapped it against his forehead in thought..then with a sardonic smile, tipped the edge of his finger towards the all too knowing Nosfie. "Gaia No..but her Children...Yes...I see now. How could I have been so blind to the obivious."

The Nosfie offered a soft nod of it's own weary head to the Tzi and his discovery.

"And in this very deception will they succeed. Tell, me Fiend, what say you in all of this? ...The part that death must deal out..Sate the musings of an old fool..please..?"

The Tzi paused in his exiting steps to look upon the last of the old world of it's clan. A pondering revelation sparked a thought as he grinned. And, after a long moment when grey yellow eyes met those of smouldering ash did the Tzi offer his incite upon the findings.

"As you stated before, wise one...The moon shall take care of their own...we, on the other hand, will take care of all within our night...The stage has been set, and the soul's ..divided in their stance..but to those that dance within the shadows ...they shall live with all that's dead...so be it..fare thee well, Dark Friend, Fare thee well..."

As Blade turned to exit the small lair, he was met with the outstretch of a weathered hooked claw. Within the claw, a leather bound book that has seen better days, and nights was offered to him.

"Take this, Tzi of the old world. Within the bindings you will find the coming and the going that is the deemed the night. Within many a page harbor the silver of the moon. Know thine enemy, for the thorns that you spoke of grow greater in number by each waxing... declare our pact fulfilled. Slumber when you can, and feed with thy need. Dark eve, Kindred..."

 

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Stationside, Romania 2004

Delgotto's Cafe, 3:00 am

The cafe remained empty except for the trio off to the back. A secluded booth that held both several scatterings of papers, the open bound leather book of the Nosfie, and cups of coffee. Two remained untouched while the third was gracing the cupped palms of the ghoul. Knox studied his master's face as he waited in silence to hear his findings. The Brujah, on the other hand scoffed at the littering before him on the table, and grumbled about every cryptic entry being elusive to a true meaning. Blade sat back and sighed, a disgruntled look passing to Knox, then to Grey.

"My ward, first one must learn the ways of the old to become the old. Here you see before you the answers in all the dogma; yet it remains elusive and only is but a stone's throw from our domain. Does this not go unsettled within thy bones? To know that the uprising may include all the immortal in the end, and not just their own scurvy hides.? I think not; I for one would like to know where the phrase 'let sleeping dogs lie' came from. Surely these are not sleeping, and the vengeful nature of a selceted few -is- our concern. They crucified the dubbed 'leader' without remorse...that is more than unsettling in my mind."

"Blade, you must realize that in knowing all there is a price. I am young and ignorant to the ways of the old, and am here to learn. Emerald was wise in her chosing, but alittle more understanding is in order, and stop with the 'thous' and 'thee's', it's giving me one killer of a headache. Compendia?"

Blade chuckled as he looked over to Grey with mock sympathy. He was sure by now that the Brujah was more than confused in this night's unfolding. "So be it, I shall be the brains of this operation then, and you the brawn. Although I don't see a scarecrow of a Brujah fending off the likes of a Lycan. These creatures are relentless to the obivious. And we are but a tempting nibble along their path of damnation. I think our first order of business is to weed out the list of those who call Stationside their home. Em will have my hide tacked on her parlor wall to show at tea time if I not at least make an effort to sate her fears..."  He grumbled lightly as he began to compise a list of would be lycans living in the area.

Knox remained silent still as he listened to the two kindred bicker back and forth. His attention turned to the doorway a moment as the last of the customers slipped quietly out into the night. With that, his gaze shifted out and across the parkinglot to the Hummer parked just in front. In all his dealings with those few lycans that frequented the businesses about town, he can't remember hearing of the rebellion that Blade spoke of. Most remained loyal to their leaders and to the other tribal brethren that fell in the boundries of Stationside. As he looked back to Blade, he couldnt' help but think this was becoming an obsession for the Tzi, considering his new interest in a Lycan priestess of the sorts upon the hills of Carpathian. Sitting his cup to the table, he glanced to Grey a moment, then returned his attention to Blade.

"What is it, Knox?"

"Sir, I am under the impression that you aren't dealing with your average Lycan in this matter. If indeed these renegade lycans have entered into Stationside, they will be on the lookout for spies, if you can call them that. They will be suspectful to anyone..even kindred, no?"

"Yes, I would imagine they will be, where are you going with this?"

"Then keeping that in mind, why not let me investigate this matter. In the daylight hours of course. I can snoop about town on the sly, and it won't seem out of the norm for me to do that. Most know who I am in the Lycan world, and those that do not will not think it odd for me to be moving about. a mere mortal servant. I can pick and choose them at my will.. and the ones I feel may pose a threat..I can bring to your attention. Least you waste time on this dog hunt when you've more important affairs with the estate at the moment...I'm sure your father would be most convcerned in your nightly treks out into the land, no?"

Blade smiled as he leaned back, listening to the words of his trusted ghoul. A soft nod was issued to him as he reached to tap his cheek with the tips of his fingers.  I always knew that where there was silence, there would be spawned wisdom. We'll do as you wish, Knox. For now. I have a feeling that whomever this renegade lycan is ..that we shall need to take great care in seeking them out. Perhaps they aren't even here in our beloved homeland; then again we cannot afford not to make sure. Do this during the day, and on the QT...my father need not know of this. For it is Hand business as of now. Dare it bleed over into the lap of the Regent before we can sniff it out.

 

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Lupine Territory, Romania 2004

Route 23 East of the City, 3:00 pm
The sun blazing down upon the pavement was not Knox's idea of progress. Nor was a flat tire out in the middle of nowhere either. He had eased the hummer off the shoulder of the road to inspect the problem a good hour or so ago. And by now, sweat and confusion were more than creasing his brow in distrainment. Was he so stupid to have not figured out the mechanics of the jack assembly, that is if he could actually find it? He had crawled up under the monstrous beast of a vehicle about thirteen times to the deemed site of the spare tire's location, in which it also housed the jack assembly. But guess what? When master specified this vehicle be altered to suit his needs, they must have thought a flat tire wasn't one of his needs. Lucky him.

And if his luck could have gotten any worse...his cell was dead. No matter, out this far in the boondocks, he wouldn't have reception if it was working. All in all, this was not going to be a very good report for him to convey to his master. And he had ask for this assignment specifically, too. He could kiss his chances of getting sired in this century good-bye. Disgruntled and tired, he took a seat upon the open hatch of the vehicle and sighed as he dabbed his sweaty face and shoulders with his only good shirt. His fair skin would be scorched soon, might as well face the pain of failure before the master got his hands on him.

The roar of an engine could be heard off in the distance. As the silver viper raced on along the open stretch of deserted road, the heat of the afternoon made the sportscar look distorted from the length of the road it sped across. Inside the AC blasted about as high as the stereo as the heavy metal music forced the doors at some point to rattle and threaten to explode outwards from all the noise. But that was the way it's new owner liked it. In fact, this car seemed to own the road more so than her old tried and true Porsche. The gods rest it's soul. She had loved that car like one of her own; but replacements were meeting her loss. Once she retrieved her lost data from the dock wreckage, she would be back in business.

And as the lovely raven haired driver downshifted once she neared a blackened blur off to the side of the road, sapphire eyes caught a glimpse of a flesh bound male as it sped on by. Locking down brakes quickly, the car screeched to a halt before the engine was gunned once more and turned around to shoot out of the blue cloud of tire smoke. Revving up to exceeded RPM's before it came to another sliding halt beside the unusually dead vehicle out here in east bumble, the tinted glass of the driver's side came sliding down smoothly as a set of shaded eyes peered to the unsuspecting owner of said dead vehicle, a grin of the approving kind held to glossy twins as she tipped the shades to take a glance over the man in question. "Trouble?"  A tilt of her head as she turned off the car's motor then. "...You sure picked a dandy place to break down, mister.."

"Holy.....Sssss"  Was about all the words Knox had time to spit out as the blur of the vehicle sped past him, only to lock down in the middle of the road. Another moment and the car had did a one eighty to slid right up to where he sat. And for the life of him, his mouth drooped open as he watched seeing such a sight. He shook his head in disbelief as he stared into the cockpit of the silver rocket looking car, he really needed to get out more. That or needed to stay in the safety of the estate more. He was undecided as he stood slowly and gave a glance to the hummer before he nodded once to the lady's question. "It looks like it..."

He muttered, now feeling the bigger of a fool in front of this woman. He kept his gaze eye level and tried not to think about the hint of cleavage his eyes could already make out from his vantagepoint. Instead he flipped the shirt over his shoulder and moved back to his vehicle, hoping for one more good luck study of the schemetics of the jack assembly. Papers were tugged out of the back as he dropped his attention to it, hoping the woman would just go. The heat was more than showing on his upper torso as the sweat beaded upon his skin to become a nuisance, especially with the quick blast of the AC from the open window of that car.

If it wouldn't simply be rude of her , she would have giggled to the man's expression. Defiance was more than seen in his squinting gaze as he shook his head and turned to ignore her altogether. An invitation that would most certainly present itself to her as the door of the car came open and she stepped out. She eyed the hummer thoughtfully, knowing it was not your average run of the mill vehicle around these parts. Someone had loved it enough to armor plate it. Too bad they cared so little about the tires. She tired to peek inside the dark tint of the glass before she stepped on around to where the man had ran off to. A glance to the papers in his hand told her all she needed to know. And, why he was still stuck out in the desert like this.

So, she took pity sake on the man then. After all, she was a sucker for a pretty face. A face that as she gazed upon it once more, looked all too familiar to her for some reason. The camouflage of his sweat was almost enough to hide the faint kindred of his blood, almost.  "When dealers customize these pups, they leave out important things...like spares..less weight, less space..look, mister..I dunno if this is good idea..come nightfall you'll be a sitting duck out here...I'm going as far as the docktowns..you can ride with me in..and I'll wish you a happy life...nothing more.."  She offered to him as she held both her hands up and out to him in submisssive fashion.

He turned swiftly hearing the woman speak behind him, the fatigue more than playing on his defenses to miss her approach. Or was it the crackle of her leather attire that had him transfixed into his collective thoughts? He smirked to her words as dark eyes once more took a carful look over her from head to boots before eyes darted back up to her face.  "Such the good Samaritan, and what if I want more? Didn't your mother warn you about picking up strangers off the side of the road? Not a wise move on your part, miss..."  He took a step towards her, mildly sated in the widening of her eyes before arms grabbed to the tailgate of the vehicle and he most politely slid underneath the back of the hummer in search of the jack housing once again.

She shrugged lightly to his comment as she took a cautious three steps back before he disappeared under the hummer. She let out a soft sigh of relief before she knealed down to look up under the vehicle to where he lay.  "She did, but then again, momma didn't see the studly man I saw sitting out of the side of the road either..."  She grinned to him with those words as her gaze lifted up as in search of the very thing the man was straining and tugging around to reach. And she also saw that it was empty..eyes dropped their gaze back to the man as he soon realized the very same thing, his disgust heard with his sigh.

Knox paused in his searching to look around the axle of the vehicle and to this strange woman.  "Studly?"  He chuckled lightly to that thought as he found the fruits of his labor; and found exactly why he has missed seeing it to begin with. She was right, the entire jack assembly, and the spare tire was missing. A minor oversight that would cost him his sanity, and a stern scolding from his master. He sighed as he began to scoot himself out from under the vehicle yet again. He lay there for a few minutes while the sun still reminded him how hot it was. and how much hotter it was going to be in the pitts of hell, for he feared he would be going there soon.

Then the legs of the woman came into view as his head tilted to the side a moment to gaze her way. Seeing the shadow of her extended hand down to him, he sighed once more and took it. letting the soft curl of her slender hand meet the calloused grip of his own in silent defeat.  "Alright, miss, you've talked me into a ride. But granted it's not a free one, I pay my way. At least let me buy you dinner for the ride..deal?"

A slow curl drew her lips into a smile to him. She would have settled for just a ride in. But she could go for some meat, and how. Eyes lowered to take a glance over his sweat laden upper torso then she nodded once to him.  "Grab your gear then..and let's be off. I'm starved..."  Those eyes dipped a glance back to him over her shoulder as she moved towards the open door of her car. An all too knowing smile was hidden in the curve of her shoulder as she just figured out who her copilot would be. None other than the right hand of the infamous Wolfbane cartel..She's love to see the expression on the kindred's face when his trusted ghoul told him just who was his Florence Nightingale of the desert heat..she half shrugged the thought away.

The Wolfbanes were the least of her worries, Blade's little display of loss of memory the other night at the gallery had told her that much. But it did seem odd that his right hand was out this far in lycan terrorority, and if anything, she was saving his hide from a fate worser than death. The tribes would just love to have this handsome ghoul as a pawn. But she wouldn't allow that, now would she? Keeping him for herself might prove to be an asset..that is until Knox figured out just who she was. Then there maybe problems.

 

The viper cruised at no less that 80 mphs as it jetted towards the West End, and back to the dockside town where she had been painstakingly working still. After absentmindedly leaving her camera there at the Lodge on her last outing, she would need to retrieve it before her report in to the Watchtower could be finished. Hence the hate in which she pushed the silver Sportster into. Her companion strapped into the passenger's side of it didn't offer much in the way of conversation, which was expected. Still, she was the ever curious lupine where he was concerned, and worked for the Regent's Sect. That in itself would always keep her interest. Information became few and far between where the vampires of the land were concerned. Why he was out here still pressed on the back of her mind. Just what were they up to these days?

Clearing her throat, sapphire eyes tilted towards him from behind shades, a glance over him before eyes dutifully returned to the road.  "Your awfully quiet.."  She offered, not sure provoking him would be a wise move. Knowing his master like she did, he would have to be ancient himself to be deemed his right hand. You didn't get to be that high on the vamp's feeding menu by being a dumbass. She also knew that what the vamp knew, the ghoul knew as well. It was just all a matter of finding her glitch in the mortal servant, and infiltrate. A hand lifted then, and slid in behind her seat as she dug around in the small duffle bag, fingers quick to tug out the clean tee shirt and throw it his way.  "Here. put this on..your distracting me."

His attention was drawn to a set of papers he held in his hand. The day wasn't all lost as they traveled down the deserted stretch of road that followed a particular entrance of forestland. His destination before the flat tire. A disgruntled sigh was given to the woman's question. He could do without her chatter. His gaze was busy trying to catch glimpses at the treeline, but it was a rather effortless task, the car was going way too fast to see much over green blurs. Eyes dropped back over the penciled in map he had made before he left the estate, and by his calculations, another five miles there would be a sideroad that led into the heart of the forest.

Gaze dipped up to the road to take a glance there for safe measures, then he was blinded by the whiteness of something tossed over his head. "Hey, watch it Lady.."  He scorned as teeshirt was yanked down and carefully examined by his eyes before gaze shot over to the driver. "Uh huh, I see how it is now..I go from studly to femme..What a demotion."  He smirked as he held up the shirt and then began searching for a way into it., slipping it on to smooth down over his upper torso. The scent on the clothing noticeable, but faint. He knew that scent for some reason, eyes lowered a moment as he retrieved his map.

Soft laughter filled the cab of the car as she shot a smile his way.  "It's unisex, so don't worry, your manliness is still in tack."  Brows rolled lightly in amusement as she returned her attention to the road. Eyes had took a peek to whatever it was he was religiously keeping his attention held upon. The scribbling not making much in the way of sense, but of course with that heavy French accent, he probably knew exactly what every line and dot was. She glanced to the digital readout on her clock against the leather tooled dashboard, then a sift told her that another hour's worth of being held up with this rocket would prove to be a challenge. But, hey one could not say she was never up for one. She was trying alittle much at remaining casual about it. She, with that thought, the nosy nature she was known for bled through for a moment.  "So, exactly what is it your looking for up here..? I -might- be able to help..."  She looked to him over her glasses as she spoke, gaze darting to his paper, then turned back to watch the highway once again.

"Oh, so your.. one of those liberals, er?"  His own hint of sarcasm sneaking into the dark nature of his accent.  "Well...I'm all for burning bras..."  The smile that etched his otherwise stoic features looked almost evil in it's nature. Dark, and true meaning elusive. Dark eyes sparkled lightly as a hint of green flecks could be noticed. He gave a few quick glances foward as the road appraoched, and was seen again from the passanger's window as they zipped by it. With this, he grew silent again as pencil was snagged up from his bag and paper scribbled upon quickly. Only once did he glance her way when she spoke, almost like he was shocked to hear her words. Pencil was dropped into his bag, then folding the paper up with a neat fashion to it, it was tucked into the back of his jeans pocket. A sigh given as he settled back into his seat, his head tilting around to look to her as his mind pondered just which answer to offer her. She just may well be able to help him. "Searching for campsites..."  Yes, he would start with that. It wasn't far from the truth.

She just bet he was a frightening ghoul when angered. The sparkle of cynical intent clearly read by her instincts. So much that she caught a shiver before it captured her spine for a roll. The looming beast within almost brought out of it's dorment slumber. She breathed lightly as she turned up the AC, already frigid in the car, but small droplets of sweat was already felt beading along her brow. She waited a few heartbeats to answer him, his words more than opaque in their meaning.  "Planing alittle camping trip are we, nature boy? I'm surprised..I didn't think vampires...or their lapdogs... like things sucking -their- blood...the mosquitos up here are horrible this time of year.."  Eyes never strayed from the road as that cool comment had fell from her lips like silk. Yes, indeed. Two can play that game; and it's name... animosity. This would not do, they would need to reach a common ground. She just admited knowing what he was, now it was time for him to lay his cards on the table. Would he take the nibble, or would he cower into a lie?

Dark eyes locked upon the woman's face as she spoke. A chill settling down his spine to the nature of them. Indeed, he wasn't playing with an amateur after all. And as his nose tried to pinpoint the faint scent on the tee-shirt again, he tried to remain calm. His mind raced with a thousand possible scenarios as the fact that his pistol didn't remain too far out of his reach. Dark gaze lowered as he looked to his gear back, then back up to the road before them. Not good idea, crash and burn wasn't too appealing at that moment.  "Ahh, yeah. Mosquitos do sound like a terrible pestilence. And, I suppose you are an authority on things that suck?"  His head tilted then as a hint of a smirk would threaten his stone stare. He had to hand it to her, not many people caught the great Robert Knox off guard. This young woman, however had hit him like a ton of bricks. Maybe she was a hunter? The thought was random, but his gut instinct told him it went alot deeper than that.

The look on his face was priceless, she had proved her point without much provocation. An eyebrow fluttered to his candid remark; neither denial, nor admittance. Good, very good. He was trained well.  "Maybe. Just maybe."  She replied as she stole a glance his way.  "All depends on the sucker. But, I'd much rather use a netting ..concealment does have it's advantages."

His fingers moved along the door of the car until they found the handle and gave a small tug. He might not survive the fall at 80 mph, but he would take his chances. A half sigh as he found it to be locked. With really no more options left on his side of the car, he slinked back into the seat as he shut his eyes.  "Concealment is ..good. Look, Lady, I'm really tired, so I think I'll take a nap. Wake me up when we get to....where ever it is....that we're going, alright?"  If anything, less was better, and right now, he could go for less of the chit chat. This woman made him nervous. And that was not a good sign.

Her head bobbed up and down, more to the beat of the music than his words as she glanced to the clock again, then returned gaze to the road  "Oh...yeah. Sure thing, Mister..."   Sated smile of satisfaction showing to herself as she glanced into her rearview a moment. Readjusting her shades, she focused on the drive and let the ghoul off the hook for now. Revealing too much would surely take all the fun out of the chase, and she had soo much in store for this man.

The ride was a good three hours after that, and by the time headlights swooped along over the closed businesses of the West End, she was exhausted. She counted off the signs before she steered the viper up into the winding drive of the Lodge she had stayed at previously that week, then pulled into a parking space just outside the office. Rousting her side kick, she opened the door and stepped out into the night air. The smell of sulfur catching her nostrils as she sighed. The smell brought back visions of seedy spying treks along the docks, mostly one that she would rather forget altogether. And the man, for that matter. Why did she have an uncanny way of picking the losers? Only the gods knew the answer to that one. Maybe it was all their sick idea of fun. Enjoying her stretch, she turned as booted heels sounded off her slow steps on towards the front office.

He slept hard, and his dreams even harder on his psyche as rest was a fruitless effort. He had no idea what time it was when a hand shook him lightly, the soft feminine voice beckoning him from his sleep. Groggy eyes parted no more than slits to steal a glance to her. The car's interior light casting her image before him almost like an angelic silhouette from the B-rated movies he watched when insomnia threatened his sanity. Finding the door unlocked this time, he rolled from the tiny car and stood, hands going to the middle of his back as he stretched. He took a glance around before he looked over to the woman, then he leaned down into the car to grab his gearbag. His steps were slow in their making as he followed her around to the front of the office. He read over the sign, then stepped into the building behind her. A mutter to her in passing as he moved on towards the restroom sign.  "I'll be back...don't leave just yet..please.."

She gave an up-nod to him as she made her way to the front counter, hands fell to the smooth wood as she searched around for the attendent. Watching the older woman waddle her way out of the litle room she was held up in, the TV flickered in her wake as Trixie set her sights upon her weathered face, a smile offered as she did.  "Good evening, Ma'am. Someone called me about a camera I left here last week, I've came to pick it up. Name's Corradino. Trisha Corradino."  After recoginition was seen and the camera handed to her in a bag across the counter, she offered the woman a 50 spot for her troubles, knowing that what was on the roll of film was worth ten times that small bill..if not priceless to her boss. She really needed to be better organized, as it was her mind was always too preoccupied with mindless clutter.

He stood back and watched the two women at the counter, silently toying over his next move. He glanced around to the rugged furnishings of the lobby, then slowly moved to where the counter was located. He glanced to the bag in the woman's arms, then looked to the desk clerk.  "How much are rooms?"  Hands already in motion to slide out his wallet as he ask. Laying the gold card upon the counter, he turned to look at his good Samaritan, a tired smile forced upon his features.  "If you'd like to stay, I'll be more than willing to foot the bill for your room. I don't think we can find a hamburger joint open this time of the night.."

She eyed the card as it slid upon the counter, and into the awaiting fist of the desk clerk. A tilt of her head as eyes darted up to meet his, silence falling between them as she mulled over his offer. She smiled slowly, the blue of her eyes sparkling under the subdued light. "I'd much rather have an invitation to stay -with- you..."  She let those words sink into his mind as she rested a elbow upon the counter.  "But..I really must be going... I'll take a raincheck on the burger..?"  A knowing wink given to him as she turned to make her way to the door. Looking back to him a moment, she held it open before she gently stepped out into the night, leaving the soft sounds of heels clicking against the pavement in her wake.

"Of course..thanks again."  He waved to her lightly as he watched the woman go, and was surprised that he let her. Her tempting offer rolled over in his mind as her image blended in with the darkness. Only the faint rumble of the viper as it pulled away from the building confirmed she was gone. He got the strange feeling while their eyes had studied the other in silence that he would be seeing her again. But, it may very be from his own intrigue that he would pursue. She was a dangerous intoxication. He found that he liked that about her. Turning to sign the bill for his room, he ask offhandedly to the clerk what the Lady's name was that just left. A name that he recognized confirmed with his thoughts. And, with a hint of a smile, he repeated it.  Trisha Corradino..

 

 

Chapter 39--+... Another day in hell ...+

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Wolfbane Estate, 6:29 pm

The thumping of big boots followed the slamming of a large wooden door echoed through the hallway. A brush of the lock and she was safe from the raving chef J. Bosco. She gave a light sigh as he ran past, smacking each door with a metal ladle. Heh heh heh, maybe I shouldn't have put all that cyan pepper in his sweet and sour duck soup...  She muttered, leaning against the doors. She was now in a large study, dimly lit by candles and such. Baby blues darted around as an uneasy smile crossed dark lips. Some of the rooms in this house creeped her out, but she always remembered Uncle Blade's warnings and trotted happily into the room, eyeing the gold and silver trinkets that laid strewn about like a kid in a candy store. Humph, it needed a spicy kick anyway... And so does Tabosco... She paused for a moment then began to cackle hysterically.

Marcus turned to look from his work at an expansive table with a number of his loyal followers when he was jarred from his work by a cackle that made him want to rip the offending voicebox from its owner's throat. He looked toward Maggie and rose slightly walking across the room his voice cold and with an edge of scolding.   People are trying to work in here. Perhaps you should go elsewhere. He turned his back on her and shook it slightly. Was peace so terrible a price to ask? It was a rare moment but Marcus was actually doing work for Antoine and the rest of the clan as opposed to advancing his own agenda. That would come later as it inevitably always did.

The cab pulled up to the Wolfbane Estate, the driver sounded his horn, waiting for the gates to open. Once opened, he pulled up infront of the house, letting Arianna out of the car. Dressed in usual attire, well fit skirt suit, she paid the driver and moved to the door, knocking lightly.

Gold pen glinted as she checked off the third "to do" on her June 9th list closing her Night-Runner. Fingertips pressing to the brigde of her nose holding the pinch as eyes closed. Shoulder lifted up slow roll back stretch felt between her blades head dropped back rocking side-to-side chin lowered eyes open pushing back from the small desk , back of her hand brushed a still forming wrinkle from the black shirt-dress.Antoine had surprised her with his gifts gaze traveled down the black lace dressing bringing a soft smile pulling the door to. Heel's moved down the carpeted hall making a sound only when she moved down the stairs pausing a moment hearing the hysterical cackle looking down the hall to the sound of the laughter. Hearing the snip in Marcus' tone tries to catch Maggie's attention a nudge of her head indicating she was going into the 'family' room, she wasn't ignoring her sirer nor did she intend to inturpt his work.

Oh my dear, dear Marcus...  That familiar voice hissed from the balcony above.  I think it would be more fitting that you picked on one your own size... Or is it not in your blood to do so?  A flash of green hues followed by a strike of a match. A leather clad hand touched the burning match to the wick of an unlit candle, illuminating the dare corner where she had been perched for the longest time... A sneaky little devil she was indeed. Long red tresses flowed over one eye, keeping the other one visible with the trademark teardrops running down a milky cheek. A haunting image of her Mother indeed, but with Sir. Antoine's foul attitude and cold heart.  Don't mind him Mag, he's just one of those types...  A twisted grin crossed ruby kissed lips, knowing Mag's response wouldn't be pretty.

What's wrong, welp? Run out of ghouls to torture? I am Elder in this clan and though I defer to your father's judgement you would do well to understand that I am not thusly inclined to show you the same courtesy. It boggles my mind that a man as fine as your father and as fair as your mother could spawn beings such as you and your brother. Now I have work to do. You remember what work is I take it? Perhaps you should try doing some of it yourself, girl.  He offered her a positively charming smile to further enhance his arguement toward the end of arousing her ire. He had no fear of the Wolfbane children and most likely never would. They weren't important to the big picture merely minor nusances toward his everyday work. That's alright though. The wouldn't be a permenant problem, or so he hoped. He leaned back against a book case non-chalantly.  Trust me if I found someone more "my size" to pick on I would so but I have been deprived that luxury.

A dark brow quirked as Mags looked to her dear sire.  Yeah, I know his type... They always have a pole jammed up their ass for some reason or another.  She snickered as leather clad arms folded across her chest.  So this is the great Marcus... Don't look so tough...  She paused thinking for a second.   Hum, yes... If I didn't know any better, I think a little history lesson is called for... You never finished that one story Beth... Remember...  This time both brows rose as blues flashed slightly.

Feet shuffled as the ghoul moved to the door he'd heard the rap of the knocker it'd sent fear through him... he hadn't been instructed to open the door to any guest before 9. Ear pressed to the door perhaps it was one of those Avon Ladies, boy had she knocked on the wrong door. Tzimisce had their own cosmetic manipulations. Shrugs, oh, well... it could just be one of the the residents playing tricks on him. He'd only imagined hearing the knock. Moving back to sit beside the door.

Leo's frayed grey shirt-tail trailed a second behind the befuddled Malkivan; a small frown on dark lips Antoine said that Leo had pulled together his courage and ventured out to the Illusion Cafe' making a mental note to approach Leo and at least find out what has the creature so upset. Shake of her head as she leaned against the door frame a few feet away from Beth, Maggie and Marcus attention given to the trio.

Well Ladies, and I use the term loosely. I have no desire to "perform" this little rant to an audience. As always it is a pleasure to be in your company. The emphasis on the word pleasure had a special emphasis on it that gave the word its inverse meaning.  He was more than happy to leave their company. The women of this estate, his daughter excluded, were all little wretches that should be destroyed. He didn't pretend to know why they were less susceptible to his ruse than their father but so long as he held power over them he was safe.

Her slim, leather clad form rose as she eyed Marcus for a moment.  Correct Maggie, and one who uses the role "Elder" As footing...  She pauses for a moment. He has ulterior motives my chylde, but I have yet to figure them out, but there will be a time and a place... The past and present will collide.  She slowly moved down the stairs, that single fiery brow quirked. You mustn't forget just whose child I am... Whose blood I carry... And the hell that would break loose if Daddy's little girl wasn't happy...  Hues flashed once more, and she did speak the truth... Just think back to the past... Crazy? Was she crazy? Indeed...But the past can't be changed and she'll remind Marcus of it for eternity.

Brow quirked hearing Marcus' opening words, brow relaxing before any noticed. Pushing off form the door frame when she heard the near silent steps of Beth's steps perhaps this would be a chance for her to speak with Maggie? Marcus' tone had a coldness she'd heard in the past. She knew not to bother him when he was focused on work. If her sire chose to speak then she would reply. Watching for a moment. If he didn't then she'd just as soon leave him be when he was in this mind.

For the high blood you carry girl you sure act more like a peasent and less like a noble. Of course having a proverbial silver spoon in your mouth does breed arrogance even in the younger generations. Though Antoine values your input your word is far from the law of the castle. I seek to concentrate on my work in peace and if you won't allow me to do so here I move elsewhere.  Turning toward his daughter. Rachyl such a pleasure to see you. Perhaps you can ask Antonie's children why they rampage like wild animals.  He leaned closer to her.  <w> Come to my room later my daughter we must speak.  He ordered the ghouls and a few of the lower vampires under his command to clear his work space and he departed from the area with a harsh word on his breath.

Slight smile to Marcus, respectful tone. As it is you my father.  Soft laugh.   And I will inquire as to such when Antonie's mood is calm.  Head lowered in a half-nod as she listened to Marcus, nod finished, just above a whisper.  Yes, Sir... I will be there.  A chill ran down her back as she turned her conversation with Beth and Maggie would have to wait until another night. Her 'to do' list still had things that she had to do finish before Antoine would wake for the night..

Hues set on Maggie as she turned to the door.  Go play with Bosco some more, but be easy, he's a bit old... And leave King Nothing to his... Eh hem... Work... She stepped into the hallway, in her mind conjuring up some new scheme... Indeed she was a snoop, a damn good one at that... But things as of late just didn't seem all that "right" around the Estate.

She nodded to Beth and took off down the hallway... Off to find J. Bosco again. Maybe this time he'd tell her what the J meant. Who knew, but she did listen to Beth... Marcus seemed to have "issues" in her opinion... But like her dear sire, she couldn't trust the man as far as she could throw him... But now that she thought about it... Who could?

 

 

Chapter 40--Cryptic Fedility

 

Stationside, Romania 2004
Crimson Crypt NightClub, 9:39 pm
The club stood almost vacant tonight as the Tzi and his ghouls entered the door. Only the faint silhouette of the bartender could be seen. Shifting his gaze about, he moved on up the stairs and headed down the hall to where the Wolfbane suite was located. A passive smile tugged to his tiers as the owner was a ghost as well. Might be a good thing, the issue of havens probably would have sent the girl into a tizzy, seeing how she was so independent and all. Of course, the night was still young, so he wasn't going to procrastinate.. yet.

She passed through the doors looking at the near empty room. She moved across the room at a fair pace to the flight that lead upstairs. Once at the top of the flight, she looked around a bit moving down the hall way to the opened door and peeked in, making sure she had the right room. Seeing the entourage of men, she knew she had the right room. She walked through the door and looked around. Good eve, Blade.

Knox manned the doors and would serve as ever watchful lapdog that he was sworn to uphold. He checked over his arsenal as he waited, not expecting a large gathering, but make sure all was safe, things around the city had been up in the air with the recent killings. The night would aide in any swift attack if care is not taken.

Dark silken hair slipped her bare shoulder as she looked back and up to Blade.  I'd so hoped you'd introduce me around this eve...

Blinks moving careful into the club following the usually Tzi entourage, if anyone had the answers about him it was them, or at least some of them. After all Leo was kind of squatting there. Again his disshouvled state moving into the establishment. Making his way along the walls and always our of their way. nothing more intimidating than one elder Tzimisce, but a bunch of them!.

Soft haunting laugh.  The night is young, perhaps she's a late raiser.  Moving to sit leaning to the left to peek past Blade small wave to Leo, just to make certain he knows where the Wolfbane are setting.

Saw Rachyl, she smiled, stopping her inspection of the room. Good eve Rachyl.

He sees Rachyl and gives a soft nod always polite and knowing it to be rude to interact or burst out as such he looks about the quiet room, and decides perhaps to stand by the Tzi table, it really wasn't his arena, but still his atmosphere as he saunters over to a nearby corner by their table, looking like an attendant or an advisor, he probably the only existence he had came to know.

Shifting off his trench, he nodded to Arianna as she entered.  Evening, come..have a seat.  Turning to his mother to be, he nodded lightly to her as well, knowing that if Zoe was going to show, it would be a late comer, always making the entrance with her usual flare. He waited for the ladies to sit, and of course for the Malk to join them. A wave of his hand to the chairs about.  Leo..welcome.  A nod issued to him, then he took his seat.

Nodding at Blade, she approached the table, kind of away from everyone so far and claimed her seat for the eve.

Nod given to Ari. Arianna ... it appears the nights are being kind to you.

Smiled softly to Rachyl. Thank you. You are glowing.

Leonovan bites his lower lip, it really wasn't polite to move into others affairs, but it also wasn't polite to take down an offer of greeting and joining. He takes a deep gulp and cautiously moves over to the table. Bows at the waist respectfully and sits.

Leather straps of his holsters were adjusted as he leaned back, the crackle of their presence heard briefly as the steel seated into the soft leather. Sated all was present, he turned those dark eyes to Rachyl.  I believe we can open this meeting, if you would be so kind.

Side slit of her blood red dress flashed almost too much of her slender thigh as she settled into the chair. Cat like smile as night dark eyes met Blade's intoxicating gaze, holding it for a beat before blinking. Thank you. She looks to Leo. Leonovan Yuri Andreovich Pasternak may I present Arianna LeCrue. Arianna, Leonovan is a friend of the Wolfbanes he's given sanctuary at the estate.

Bit his lip not sure if she was addressing him or not and lowers his head in a slight nod keeping eyes downcast.

Knox insured the drinks were to their request, halting the barmaid at the door before thoroughly inspecting the tray and the young woman. A nod to her as he allowed her passage, watching her like a hawk as she sat a goblet of fresh blood next to each present, managing to maneuver around the scattering of parchments and quills.

Turns to Leonovan, a slight smile followed by a nod. Good eve Senor Pasternak.

Nods to Arianna bowing his head speaking in his heavy Russo accent.  Good evening Milady.

And Leonovan you remember Lord Antoine's son, Blade... Fingers lightly touch the back of Blade's hand to her words.

Bows his head respectfully to the Tzimisce male.  Of course. Good Evening to you as well M'lord

Dark eyes were cast up to the Malk, holding the intriguing gaze of before upon him. As to you, and yes, Sir Antoine has made your sanctuary official at the estate. Rachyl has been instructed to suit your needs as they arise. I hope they are to your liking, no?

Licks his lips speaking carefully as not to mix up his words.  Thank you very much. I am very honored and eternally grateful of Sir Antoine, Yourself, and Rachyl for allowing me into your heaven. I hope that in some ay I can repay this debt.

Reaching for the goblet picking it up by the bowl inhaling the scent eyes almost closed then reopen as she placed the goblet back on the table.

Soft nod issued to his words. No need, it is our honor to host such as you and your people. Mayhaps we can learn of the other?  He tilted his head as his hands raised to lay upon the table, lacing his fingers gently as he did. Eyes drifted back to Rachyl then as he grew silent, letting them roam about her slender frame.

Soft smile to Leo.  Thank you... and never hesitate to ask if you need anything. Arianna is an artist, perhaps you'd enjoy seeing her studio.

Nods again showing his complete gratitude, there was something, but he would not bring it up yet and nods to Arianna, He has been many times to the St. Petersburg museums of art and culture as he smiles.  I would like that very much.

Smiles to Rachyl, then to Leo. You are always welcome. Feel free to stop in sometime.

Cupping the goblet in her palm as she felt his gaze. she knew what he was thinking he'd issued a challenge to her since Antoine had ask Blade to take his place & she'd agreed to Blade's game because she knew he'd be bored out of his mind if the evenings agenda called for nothing but work. Speaking to Leo as she looked at Blade. Arianna's also just moved to Stationside...  The Tzi blood had fueled her competitiveness, she knew one was never tested unless they are considered strong enough to met the challenge. Eyes moved over Blade, so like his father not that either would ever see it.

She nods, reaching for the goblet set before her she lifts it for a small drink, then rests it in her lap, looking back to Rachyl.

He smiled slowly, and a smiling Tzi might not be such a good thing. Looking over the parchment before him, he glanced over the businesses listed, passing over the Crypt for the moment as he found the Galley's listing. With that, he looked up and over to Arianna, a pondering tone to his voice. How is the security at your Gallery? Since you do fall under the Sabbat Sect, then you do have the Hand's services as well. Are you seeking sanctuary as well?

Her gaze shifted to Blade. Though I haven't encountered any problems, I think seeking sanctuary would be wise.

Will you be residing at the estate?  Carefully chosen words as his hand found the curve of a quill and he began to make notes upon the listing before him. Eyes lifted up to wait for her answer, curious to hear what she had to say.

Dancer's legs crossed under the table forcing the side slit of her skirt temptingly higher, swirl of the liquid in the goblet ever so slightly, as she looked to Arianna.

She softly shook her head and looked down to the goblet. No. I prefer to have my space, especially for work.

He tensed since he was coming from a Camarillo primogen this was not good, one mention of the Hand made his nerves shoot through the roof...he decided it best to keep his mouth shut on political affiliation.

Soft relaxed tone. Arianna... I had no idea you were such an independent woman.

Ahh, I see. Well, I'm sure that is for the better, I understand how one much be dedicated to their work..  Knowing that she might eat her words soon, but he remained silent on any mutter of the rumors he has heard. He did offer a chuckle to Rachyl's words as he looked around to her with a sidelong glance  -m- Mmm, and just your taste, no? I would pay good Euro to see you try to blood bond that one.

Her attention on Rachyl, she nodded.  I am. I like to have a lot of room, especially when I paint. The open space seems more natural.

Do you have someone who checks on you? You know... a woman alone in the world.  She knew how rare the Wolfbane offer is & that it was highly unlikely to be offered again after being refused. Slipping her foot out of her shoe toe moved down Blade's leather pant leg.

Slender brow raised, she looked up from her goblet. No, no one checks on me. Why do you ask?

Soft dark laugh. I believe you have me confused with another  Saying his name as only she could. Blade... my idea of a good time never includes nature. ::side of her foot resting against the leather as she looked to Arianna. Why?  Nods a bit, waiting patiently for her answer. Because...  Sitting down the goblet dark eyes filled with a look of concern reaching for Arianna's hand, one palm pressed against hers right hand caressing the back of her hand. I'm concerned about your safety.

Clears his throat a bit quietly not trying to interrupt but he did have a bit of information to dispense.  If I may... M'lord and ladies.

He sighed as he looked to the list. That leaves him with the issue of the Crypt, and since the lovely hostess is not present, He'll just have to take that matter up at a later time. Gaze lifted up then as he looked to Leo.  Yes? The slight look of puzzlement to Rachyl's action slowly diverted to look at Leo.

Keeping Ari's hand between hers a tilt of her head looking to Leo, listening.

The Camarillo regents in the area are mostly leftovers of the Venture and Toreador dynasty left over after the reformations. As we all know no self respecting Toreador would ever damage good artwork, and a Venture would have no place in an art gallery unless it was to buy something to improve their class.  All very crude and funny stereotypes of the local Cam gentires. And the only thing I can think of are the flea scratchers, and they would have no interest in artistic order, and with the wyrm taint everywhere it would be hard to trace. Protection would only be necessary in the most direst of situations, and easily prevented with incentive.

Looking back to Rachyl a moment, a little .... unnerved by her actions, she offers Rachyl a soft smile, pulling her hand back, then turned back to Leo.

Spending enough blood to warm her body temp. gentle squeeze to Ari's hand. Nod given to Leo, the tone of her voice taking on a velvet softness feeling Ari pull away.  I didn't mean to offend you, Arianna.  Small shrug. My mistake, the Toreador's I've known have always enjoyed the sensations of touch.  Reaching for her goblet drinking eyes looking over the rim as she did.

Smiles again to Rachyl.  No offense, perhaps it has been too long since I've actually been part of a society, openly like this.

Mirthful glint held to his eyes as he listened to the Malk present his words of interlude on the situation. He was right, after all. But it was the flea scratchers that he was the most concerned with. The rallying in the local streets had put him on alert to danger.  I see your point, Leo, and taken very constructively. If Arianna wishes for protection, then we do have it available. All we can do is offer.  Very impressed with the Malk's knowledge of the Cam's dealings and what not, he would prove to be a worthy adversary to the Regent.

Yes, he could be a spy in a way, and it was kind of cruel of him to seek his own sect out, but it was also cruel what they did to him those years ago.

Nods with a soft true smile given to Ari as she swallowed the last of the blood. Tone stayed as velvet. All forgotten, Arianna.

I'm sure you have many things to discuss with the Regent, in time. Things that will benefit both sides, no?

Nods in thanks to Rachyl, listening carefully to what is being discussed.

Looks down and decides to be honest. I was at a time one of the head advisor's of the St. Petersburg priomgen.  Which is a strictly Camarillo sect.  My sire was the head of monetary collecting and spending, in the region.

Glancing to Blade before looking to Leo, her tone nurturing as it was in the garden. Leonovan, please... you are among those who understand. Please, don't let any thing from the past haunt you, while you are under Wolfbane protection.

A very honorable position, as I'm quite aware of.  He nodded to the Malk's words, glad for his honesty. Our foundations would only strengthen over time with that kind of loyalty  His gaze fell to Rachyl then, a smile exicuted. Indeed so, whatever happened then, tis time to move on. If you need to establish who you are, then think of the Estate as a stepping stone. As it is, we don't require you to be our pawn.

Looks to Rachyl with those scared child like eyes and nodded his nature was definitely that of a child very lost in the world, and his memory problems not helping the confusion but he nods grateful nibbling on his lower lip.

Warm smile as dark eyes met Leo's icy blues only for a flutter of a second did she hold his gaze wanting to give him back his confidence in himself & knowing that it could unnerve him if she held his gaze too long. same tone.  We all have to reinvent our selves through the many decades of nights. I hope you will think of this time as a new beginning for you, Leonovan. You can become who every you'd like.  Attempting to lighten the mood, soft playful laugh.

Looking down to her goblet, she nods and lifts it for a small drink.

Leaning back, he reached over to touch his hand upon Rachyl's as gaze lifted to look to the Malk, then to the Torrie. Spoken like an up and rising Tzi.  He tried to hide the grin as he patted her hand then returned to grasp the parchment before him.  If there's no further issues, then I'll close this meeting and forward the outcome on to the Regent. I do thank you for coming, and hopefully you will find that all is well and good within the boundaries of Stationside.

 

Nods softly taking in all their words and refrains from comment unless spoken too.

Tingle moved from the back of her hand up her arm before shooting down her spin. Gaze moving to Arianna studying her for a few moments, tilting her head to the side thumb moved between dark red lips in a mock nibble ending when she pushed her thumb into her fang, tasting her blood.  Have you done something new with your hair, perhaps? You really do have a glow about you I've not seen before....  Leaning closer to Arianna, hushied whisper. Near perfection except for ....

Attention drawn back to Rachyl, she set her goblet on the table top and smiled.  No, I'm afraid not. Watching her lean closer, tilting her head a bit.  Except for?

Knox nodded to his master's gaze and allowed the door to open, checking the hallway to the loft part of the club before he would silently disappear to clear the path for the departing.

:Thumb rubbed over her thumb over Ari's bottom lip a few drops of her dark Tzi blood oozing over it. Your lipstick was smudged  Left hand had moved under the table finding Blade's leg giving a squeeze as she leaned back into place. There ... perfection again.

How kind of you to tell me.  She pressed her lips together, rolling them a bit to spread the color.  I'm sure by now it's time for a new application.  Pulling out the small tube of crimson coloring, she applied a fresh coat, again rolling her lips together.  Rachyl, if your schedule would permit, I have a couple things I would like to discuss with you. No rush of course.

Dark eyes shifted curiously to Arianna a moment as the vitae was all too knowing in it's efforts, then gaze fell upon Leo as he once more patted the slender hand of Rachyl before he stood, and moved to the door. Knox will see you out, and if you need transportation, he will deliver you safely there.

Glancing to Blade, eyes traveled to Leo before resting again on Ari. Anytime, Arianna.  Looking up to Blade.

Stands from her seat, moving away from the table, her attention still on Rachyl. Then perhaps I could call you later in the week, set up a time good for you?

Holding up one finger.  Please, just call me, Arianna... I'll be delighted to met with you anytime. I have a feeling you'll be compelled to see more of me.

Gives Rachyl an off kind of smile, she moved around the table towards the door, offering both Blade and Leo a slight nod.

Rising.  Leonovan... Are you staying? I need to catch Blade... I require his assistance with an errand for Lord Wolfbane.

He nods to Arianna then to Rachyl biting his lip and standing. Um I think I'll start on my way back to the estate its a lovely walk but quite long.

He smiled down to the Torrie then a bow of his head issued to her. Dark Eve, M'Lady. Rest Well when slumber beckons.

 

As to you Blade.  Smiles softly and leaves the suite.

Nods to Leo offering him a soft true smile. Yes, it is. We will see you at home. Enjoy your walk.

Nods softly.  Thank you milady Rachyl.

 

 

Chapter 41--Cerberus Gift

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Outside the Crypt Nightclub, 12:10 pm
It was if the kine could feel the weight of this night's air. Even the ghouls at the Crypt had been on edge, more so than usual. She could tell he had much on his mind and knew better than to pry into his work, she'd picked up that not knowing what or if anything was going on was the wisest place to be. He'd seemed almost relieved when she'd ask him to walk her out. And she'd enjoyed walking to where the limos park requesting he not call the driver. Thumb rubbed over the rubies pushing over them with enough pressure to feel the pin pricks of the setting. Stopping as Blade held up his finger telling the driver to stay where he was. Hushed tone.  Think we're alone now?

Hands were shoved down into his trouser pockets as they walked along. Gaze tilted to the concrete, his thoughts a million jagged pieces falling in his mind. The rhythm of his steps only surpassed in the light, tap taps of her own; this young woman that knoweth not what she get's herself into by taking on the name Wolfbane. A soft intake of night air brought him back to the collective moment, as with the softness in her voice. Dark gaze almost hid within silken strands hanging loosely before his eyes shifted to look down to her, half smile forming on his features, the shadows around it hinting at very little humor to his mood.  I'm sure we are. And, if not, tis nothing but static of the night. How was your eve, I never got a chance to ask?

Soft smile forming on lips tinted this night the same ruby color of the small night case looking up into his eyes, in an act of trust. Nails barely grazed his forehead as she moved his hair pulling it up and back behind his ear. relaxed tone. My night was most successful and going well until I got to the club.  Thumb snapped open the latch fingers disappearing finding the ring thumb slipped through the metal. I have something for you.  Glancing down then back to met his eyes. Close your eyes please... Blade.

This brought forth the first real smile of the night. He stopped in his tracks, letting his hands slid from his pockets to rest lax against his sides. A hesitant sidelong glance towards the lovely lady, then he held true to his form as dark eyes soon fell shut to her words. Alright, their shut, no peeking or any of that riff raff..

Pulling out the three inch carved crimson garnet stone Cerberus lifting it up letting the key-ring dangle from the end of her ring finger. <w>Open please. Watching his face the soft true smile staying on hers.

Eyes cracked open, the dark browns soon found themselves fixated upon the red of the garnet, the image almost made out before a thin hand lifted to touch against both the key-ring and her fingers.  It's exqusite..where did you ever find such a steal?  Taking it into his hand, it was lay against his palm as index finger of his free hand traced over the Cerberus shaped stone, a smile issuing forth to widen. As if a child with his first real piece of his heart's desire would he study the gift. Then, almost shyly he looked back to Rachyl, leaning in an instant to peck a kiss to the soft curve of her face where lips met cheek in that smile.  -w- thank you, I'll keep it with me always.

Smile spread across her face one that would win any beauty pageant joy of her gifts acceptance and him knowing it's meaning between them. Tone just above a whisper. I didn't find it. I had it made for you. Left hand held the evening case gentle squeeze given to Blade's bicep.  I'm glad you like it.

Made? Do I detect some Tzi insurance laced within it mayhaps?  A brow arched over his eye as he looked from his second inspection of the key-ring, back to her face. He was curious, yes as to why she would give him, of all people, a gift of this magnitude, but was more impressed that she had went to such great lengths to do it as well.

Softer laugh. Just a few drops of my blood in case you ever need it. You shared a bit of your past with me the night in the garden. It is very good that you are home Blade. I know what it means to your father and his vision of the future.  Eyes as dark has his met and held his gaze. I do not seek to take the place of your mother in his nights.

Dark gaze narrowed in a playful manner to her words then. The key-ring slid into his pocket as well as his hand as the other motioned her forward and closer towards where the limo awaited. Free arm would linger behind her as she moved on, until open palm was brought up to press against the small of her back. He mulled over what she just offered to him, the honesty noted in the choice of her words. It was a mirthful chuckle that was heard then as he looked down to meet her gaze.  We.. did get off on the wrong two feet, didn't we?

 

Words of equal truth offered as he walked.  Rachyl, my father is old and set in his ways, and you know as well as the poor slobs ten miles down the road from the estate that our differences are night and day, and we speak freely about them. But, I am obedient in my bond to him as his first born son. Whom he chooses to call his love is something I need to accept. You've helped me do that. How you ask? By simply being who you truly are. Now Beth....that's a different matter, no one can speak for her, but she is a part of the family as well. You'll come to a truce soon, I'm sure. It's just..well Marcus..  An all too knowing look was shown down to her then.  I'm skeptical of his intentions.

Feeling his hand against her back as they approached the limo as the door was opened moving to meet his gaze.  It is him being set in his ways that I love as well as his loyalty to family and tradition.  I'm sure Beth has much on her mind.  Soft chuckle. Your father says she's always been high-spirited and independent. I'm content to do what Beth wants and stay out of her sight. Just so you know I will protect Beth as I will every Wolfbane it is the only way that you will know that my devotion to your father is real.  Excitement in her voice. Blade... he knows so much has seen so much accomplished more than a dozen kings, czars, and emperors. When he looks at me I feel as that power has taken a moment to pause and notice one like me.

As the open door beckoned to the he stopped, looking down to her still. A soft nod of his head given.  Don't let the dazzle of who he really is be the blinding jewel of enticement. Power is wielded for both good and for evil. Well, let's just say he is the lesser of the evils. Then in choosing that, you have chosen wisely. There's been times that we three haven't spoken in years while under the same roof, and in the same thought, been miles apart and felt every beat of our immortal existence. That is the true power. And something you have the power yourself to possess. Have you given much thought to what your life will be in his passing? Tupor is a scary birth into the black abyss for such a young one as yourself? Will you join him, or be left to a wait centuries of his sleep?

 Soft unneeded sigh. Marcus, I can only apologize for my sirer's naivety. Pausing taking in each word eyes meeting his.  I will stay awake and keep his vigil if it means keeping him safe while he slumbers then I will pass each century keeping a journal of the time until Antoine decides it's time to wake. How else could I prove my faith to him and in him than to be the one who awaits the Master's awakening?

Arm moved upward to rest on the top of the limo as foot found the bottom rail of the door. Perching there before her, dark eyes scanned every curve of her china doll face as she spoke. The expressiveness in her words coming to life before his eyes. What she conveyed to him had left him lacking for words. Imagine that? A smile was offered to her then. Then he is a lucky man, protection from his love is all any man can ask for. And freely given. I just hope that protection can be extended out to everything his life has been chained to in building. It would break his dark soul if he awoke to find his kingdom in shambles. We must not fail him, but on that same token, we cannot survive without some form of change. This...  He held up a finger to emphasize that word.  Is why I will fail him as his successor. I am not my father; but forbid it to be the truth to him, though.

Listening a nod given to him she wasn't going to make her plea for Blade to reconsider, not tonight. She had many reasons and would at this moment, trust Blade will be home, long enough for her to offer each and everyone to him.

With that little bit of trivial information offered, and no reply mentioned, he was sated she would not beg to differ this late in the eve. He stepped out of the doorway of the limo then. Alright, miss, in you go. Knox looks anxious to be off, he might just leave us to walk home in our good shoes.  He ushered her in with a hand then slid into the plushness of the interior beside her. Leaning back, the door was brought in to shut tightly before he leaned back with a sigh, both hands rose to rake fingers coarsely though his hair.  -w- The full moon is upon the land, my dear. The lycans stir in their hills..I fear the time has come for my father and his reign. What's even more frightening than that? One does not who their enemy truly is...  His thoughts as always drifting back to the night and the sweet smell of jasmine in the air.

Chapter 42--Stealth Arrival

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

The Caro Hotel and Casino, 9:00 pm
The Caro would be his �home� while he was in Stationside. He�d chosen this hotel because it was on the edge of the center of the city. He liked the way the Caro maintained the old world tradition of an Inn mixing this with the all the modern amenities including Internet connection and a separate phone line. He�d registered under the name of "A. Cristian West." He knew his identity wouldn�t remain secret but a few days of anonymity would work in his favor.

It didn�t take him long to unpack he�d learned early in life to travel with what he could easily carry on his back. His heaviest items included his skateboard, laptop, and a good pair of boots. The long hot shower had left him relaxed on the edge of sleep. Heavy curtains blacking out the sun�s light making the room cool and dark. He knew his aunt would be getting is letter this week. He�d give the post a few more days and call Kara this weekend. The brochure on the nightstand caught his attention reading;

The Carpathian Large Carnivore Project has established the eco-tourism program "Wolves and Bears in Transylvania" as a first step towards making the conservation of bears, wolves and lynx economically profitable for local people. The program illustrates how these incredible animals live under relatively natural conditions and how they can co-exist with humans in one of the most spectacular landscapes of east central Europe.

One of the last remaining true wilderness areas in Europe is found amongst the peaks and ancient forests of the Carpathian Mountains in central Romania. For centuries the people here have farmed the mountain pastures and lived in harmony with a rich variety of rare wildlife. This wild and undeveloped habitat is home to Europe's highest concentration of bears, wolves and lynx, blending with the local culture and now the creatures are conserved by many including the World Wildlife Fund and the Carpathian Large Carnivore Organization.

Brochure falling to the floor a laugh in his mind over the words �large carnivore organization� the last thought before dropping into a deep sleep.

 

 

 

Chapter 43--Surprising Letter

 

Carpathian Mountians, Romania 2004

Shadowlight Magick Shop, 1:50 pm
Sorting through the mail seperating; bills to pay, order request, letters to be answered by "Ms. Kara", trash, the last letter addressed in handwriting she knows, slitting the edge open, a stronger scent of peppermint hit her.:: "I thought you weren't listening when I told you to mask one scent with another."  Reading the letter.

Kara,
How's my favorite aunt? Still neck deep in the occult and growling at any who get too close to her?

 

::dark chuckle as he wrote::

I picked up a few things outside of Cairo that I need your expertise with. You know I never did get the hang of reading hieroglyphics. The one dealer I showed the pieces to was more than happy to translate until he saw the Ankh. At which point the blood started draining from his face while he pointed to the door cursing me in his native tongue until he started screaming �out�.

I will be in Stationside by this weekend and will let you know where I'm staying I don't want mom to know I'm coming. Yes, plan on spending some time with her when I'm there. I just want a few nights to catch up with you first. You know how mom is about my adventures. I want to be looking my best when I see her. She worries about me enough as it is.
Aaron.

 

 

Chapter 44--Twisted sisters...

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Black Star Gallery, 7:04 pm

The clicking of heavy boots against concrete echoed through the empty street as she headed towards the newest galley that was getting ready to be opened. She was going to help the young lady set up, considering the J. Bosco didn't want to play hide and seek around the Estate anymore. Besides, an outing would do her some good. As she rounded the corner, there it was, the vacant building with colored paper covering the windows. This must be the place... She said, as a leather clad hand rapped on the vintage oak front door.

Margo growled angrily. This is not correct! With a violent gesture she pushed the violet colored vase to the floor, sending water, roses and shards of glass dancing across the black and white titled floor. At this point it was probably more then obvious that she was frustrated behind comprehension. She turned away, raven feather colored hair teased up into two high pig tails. A demon with an innocent face, Pouty lips parted enough for a large sigh to escape them as she walked away from the table she had just destroyed, too occupied to notice the presence of another. Chocolate eyes with swirls of purple teasing the pupil closed quickly, long arms folding below her chest.

Upon hearing the crash, she just let herself in. Icy blues darted around the large room filled with extravagant artwork... And the broken vase. Hey! She said, walking over to the mess. She knelt beside it, tucking a few onyx tresses behind one ear. Maggie herself looked like a walking piece of art in striped tights, a corset and polka dot kickers. A slight shake of the head was given as she glanced to the young woman. Kohl lined hues flashed for a moment as a twisted grin crossed those dark lips. If you glue the pieces back together and put dead roses in the vase... You might have an interesting piece... She finished with a nod.

Margo turned her head quickly to face the women who so carelessly interrupted her silence. No. That is far too cliche for what I want. A very small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. What brings you to my side of the universe? A thin brow was arched. Her attire was a little calmer, a little more neutral. Black suede pants that hung low on such a pale, lithe form and a black, semi-tight tee shirt. She looked to the glass on the floor and with a shrug turned and walked further into the building, not looking back to see if the other was following. She already knew she would. I wasn't expecting to see any one of our likes tonight. I thought everyone but, myself, had much more interesting things to do then shut themselves up with their own art.

She snickered lightly, picking up the pieces. Well, if you don't want them, can I have em? She said slowly getting up and following the young lady. And um yeah... If you call being chased around a creepy house by a guy wielding a ladle then that's indeed interesting... But no, I thought I'd stop by and help? She gave a light shrug and straightened the tattered material wrapped around her hips. I live in a house full of freaks, you'll have to excuse me... I'm quite normal compared to the likes of them but hey... Their family... She finished once more with her silly nod.

Keep it ... keep all of it! She made an indifferent gesture in her direction. Garbage, garbage, all garbage. I really don't know how I expect to open an art gallery in such shit conditions. She was in one of her 'moods' apparently this evening. A ladle? That's not bad. Could be a butcher knife. Been there, done that. She smirked with amused remorse, shaking her head again. If you want to help you can take me out of here because I am going out of my already unstable mind ... and even though that isn't such a rare thing for me to do.. it is still incredibly annoying.

A twisted grin crossed her dark lips, thinking about Bosco and a butcher knife... Neahhhhh, Bosco likes me too much... She then thought for a moment, looking around. Well, I could hire someone for you... To give this place a makeover... Or I could get you a better place... I'm sure my Sire would fund it... Baby blues darted around once more as she began to examine the pieces of art that were uncovered. It's up to you... She finished, this time peaking under a sheet.

 

 

Chapter 44--Furious Angels: Crypt after Dark

You're a cold piece of steel between my ribs and there's no saving me
And I can't get up from this wet crimson bed that you made for me
I'm bleeding...and if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me-
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With the threat of the full moon, the selected few of the kindred coven watch,

and wait the arrival of the immortal slaves of the old world to come

and feed upon their flesh as their own world seems to exploding around them,

sending stabbing shards of glassy remorse into delicate flesh of their existence:
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Stationside, Romania 2004

The Crimson Crypt Nightclub, 9:00 pm

Act 1: Reflections
Inside the club all was brought to life with the usual mainstream of customers and flashing lights across the dancefloor. The presence of a live band was a new edition, the punkish music of the now generation adding a colorful flavor to the macabre decor. The wine was flowing, the bodies upon the floor a close knit spectrum of shifting flesh, and the smoky ambiance provided a sensual backdrop for the evening's lounging cliques of Stationside. Blade entered with his usual collective presence, followed closely by Knox, his right hand man, and Grey, the aspiring apprentice of the Hand. Dressed in casual black trousers and a velvet pleather shirt the color of fresh blood, he gave a glance about as he moved on towards the bar.

The scent of warm bodies closely sweating together on a dance floor was just enough to temp her from her usual business at the gallery or a lonely night at home. Dressed a bit more casual that normal, she stepped both feet from cab before rising from it, looking around to the lingering groups outside as she approached the door in strappy black wedge style heels. Reaching for the doors of the establishment and pulling them open the music of the live band hit like a tidal wave. Most of her hair pilled on her head, showing now the wing like inkings on her shoulder blades and red ribbon that crisscrossed up the back of the leather corset that matched perfectly the well fit leather pants that clung well to her form. Upon reaching the bar, her eyes cast on the crowd of swaying bodies, she ordered her drink as the tender approached, red wine with a shot of tequila just for fun. She looked down the bar a moment, seeing Blade with his hands ready for action should the need arise, smiling softly before her eyes returned the dance floor.

 Zoe tore down the street in her sporty black hunda accord, she wasn't much for super flash shit, even though she technical owned this club, she was using all of her resources to hold on to it. After momma died there was all this crazy red tape and something about some people name Wolfbane..she didn't want to think about it anymore rubbing her forehead with hand wrapped in gauze She pulled up to the valet and got out tossing the keys to Chuck on her way in. She'd known him for a very long time, hell as long as she could remember and he'd always been like an uncle to her. Zoe stood 5'8 in heels though she didn't wear them today. No today little Zoe had on a pair of leather pants, black corset and black swat boots laced up and tied tight. The gauze ... brought attention to her hand, but she thought nothing of it as she stepped through the door.

Turning his attention back around and out to the crowd, the goblet of bloodwyne before him was scooped up into his hand as back found sanctuary against the edge of the counter. Allowing dark orbs to scan over the slithering mass harboring the tiled dance floor, he took a few light sips while his cohorts began to spread themselves among the elbows and armpits of the patrons. Barstool to his right went unoccupied before he claimed it with a soft sigh. As his body returned to the lounging fashion against the counter, eyes picked up on a lovely that he would spot in any setting; complexion set above the rest as Arianna came into his sights.

 She downed her shot of tequila quickly, softly setting the glass on the bar top. Slender fingers took the glass of wine by the bowl above the stem as she took a sip and stepped away from the bar. Glancing back down the length of the bar, she smiled softly to Blade, offering a slight nod as casual strides would move towards him. Now and then her eyes would glance over the crowd then back to him as she moved up to the bar next him, setting down her glass.  Nice to see you Blade.

She moved through the hordes bumping into people and moving right on through to the bar. A quick glance of light green eyes to a few sitting at the bar, to Blade and Arianna, to some other just beyond them and then she kissed Jennica on the cheek in European customand asked her for her message before.

Jennica the tenderess " Nope no messages boss lady...but ahh ya might wanna call Carlos.. he's been calling for you all day."  She smiled and gave Jennica a faint nod  " Nahhh I think I'll just pretend I lost his number... "  She muttered to herself as she turned around to head to her office. For some reason call it the heebeegeebees she looked back at Blade one more time. Why did he look so familar.

Arianna, your looking well, how have you been?  Casual tone held in his voice as he watched the lovely neared. Gaze then washed back out upon the crowd as the last of his drink was downed in haste. Turning, he sat the empty goblet upon the counter as he shifted to look to her fully. A smile offered to her as well before he looked to and motioned for the tendress to refill their glasses. As dark eyes shifted back, he spotted a rather intense set of eyes turned upon him. Meeting the woman's stare< zoe> , smile inched wider still before attention returned to Arianna, and to the freshly poured globlet before him.

Slick -- a near perfect, one-syllabled description of Seth as he entered the Crimson Crypt. He could be no less, as not only was he representing himself but the business, and Maggie would have skinned him dead had he come dressed like the average club-slob. A pitch black shirt that had a light sheen to the fabric was ironed to perfection, buttoned all the way up to host a smooth, deep blue slim tie. The shirt went untucked, as it as meant to be, and the points in front and back came down a few inches below the belt running through dark slacks. He approached the entrance, hands by his sides lest he be tempted to check that his two inch buzz of dark brown hair remained in perfect place. Secluded eyes looked at his surroundings as if everything he saw could be improved by being just a shade darker, though he wasn't squinting too painfully. An easy gait brought him around the dancing mass of bodies to the classy bar, where he flashed a playboy smile to whomever's duty it was to serve.

-Oh Jennica's eyes nearly jumped out of her head when the play boy strolled over to her bar, she'd just finished pouring blade a goblet of the" house" special and made a bee-line to the playboy.

" What can I do you for ?" A beautiful smile spread over her light pink lips.

The wide grin on Blade's face, unnerved her, no one smiles at you like that for no damned reason. She turned around and put her I am the sole prop face on her.  " Hello"  her voice was soft and melodious and just barely held a British accent, as she past those flash greens from Blade to Arianna. Now she was worth looking at...not once.. not twice..ok staring at her would not be unwarranted. Business Zoe .. business. She turned her attention from on to the other " I'm Zoe Bacardi.. I hope you two are enjoyin' yourselves"

 Her smile grew slightly.  Thank you, as do you.  Picking up her glass, she turned her head to look at the crowd, then back to Blade. What has brought you out tonight?  She tilted her head bit, true curiosity expressed about to be expressed as the turned to the woman and smiled, followed by a soft . "Hello"

The thumping of big boots cut the night air as she headed up the concrete walkway towards the club... Beth said an outing would be good for her, considering she had broken just about everything back at the estate... Wouldn't Uncle Blade be proud indeedy? And tonight was just a usual Mag night fashion wise, big boots, striped thigh highs with her favorite corset top, wrap skirt and polkadot knickers. Kohl lined blues flashed once as she entered the bar, a smirk dancing it's little jig across dark lips. Thumbs rested between the two black garters and her milky thighs... As she spotted her dear Uncle... And then someone she knew... Sort of...

Alright, he had his second goblet in hand and mildy sated for the moment that all was at peace within his world, he was about to drink down the wyne as the woman appeared before their eyes. Calculating gaze it was as the Tzi sized the younger of the blood up, charming smile form before returning upon his dark features. So far so good, Ms Bacardi..interesting choice in the band.   He nodded as his head as it took a tipping angle towards the outlandsish noise coming from the corner. Looking back to Arianna.  I just love garbage music, don't you?

Impress me with a glass of your favorite, and I'll knock a little of my hourly rate.  Despite his leer, there was a distinct jest this tone, and if not innocence, then casual fun in his expressions. He took out a silver clip of money from his pocket, unseen by the tender behind the bar, and awaited the drink and price. While listening to her pour, Seth took a quick look around, pausing at the stunning to artistically appreciate, and pausing at the lustful dancers in carnal approval. It was a mixture of high class and frivolity, a place he could see himself coming to regularly for the after-work unwind. It was about time to look back over the bar, but as Seth straightened his back and shoulders in a loose stretch, he noticed Maggie. Not that she was hard to notice, or that he could have pretended not to under such circumstances. He gave her a cordial bend of his waist, sly smirk kept served up, half expected it to be a slap, playful or not.

Jennica grinned and poured Seth a Midori Sour and glanced over to the woman he nodded to. She smiled to the woman and wondered if he was going to offer her a drink. She waited like a good little bartendress.

She canted her head when this person called her music garbage, great another prententious.... CENSORED.. she sucked her teeth loudly keeping that pretty little arrogant smile on her face. She clasped her hands together locking slender digits together and steepled her index fingers bringing them up to her ruby red lips and fought to keep her temper at bay. But Zoe never could do that and from the abundance of the heart , the mouth speaks. " Well!"  She leaned forward speaking in tone that couldn't drip anymore sarcasm "I am ever so pleased that you like.. if ya like I can turn the amps up a bit" She winked to Arianna, not because she wanted the woman to side with her, but it only added to her bitchy bravado. " But..ya know I was just thinking to myself..... Self.. that man over there looks strangely familar..and being that sometimes I am the best conversationalist I know myself said back... Well Zoe go say hello and ask him what the bloody hell he's doing in your club?" So sweet was the smile on her face that it almost was vicious...almost.

Love the color.  Seth said as he picked up the nearly glowing drink with a careful curl of his fingers. He took a sip, letting the liquid linger before smiling and leaving a twenty on the counter. He hadn't been planning on ordering Maggie a drink, mostly due to the fact that he didn't know what she drank, but the thought did cross his mind. It would be the chivalric thing to do, he surmised, and being the antithesis of santimonious chivalry, he decided it would go nicely with his demeanor this evening. Swallowing his sip, he glanced down at the bill, then back up at the rather attractive bartendress.:: Another one for the striped beauty. It'll go well with her attire.  The worst she could do was dislike it, and that could easily be rectified.

Thumb and index fingers touched the corners of dark lips sweeping inward lips rolling in, always good to trace of evidence. Social smile set as she passed bouncers stopping near the dance floor gaze moving over the crowd at times, upnod given. Right corner of her lip moved upward only a hint seeing Blade, relaxing back into her social face.

Well, Miss..I was enjoying the night, and so far it just got better...  A grin. What else would someone be doing here?  He lifted a brow to her loud and unusually long winded statement.but took it as with all the women that cross his path. Wasn't nothing that hanging from the inner workings of a steel cage by shackles that wouldn't fix, mayhaps another time. He tipped his glass to her and then downed it. Graceful motion brought him to his feet as he straightened out his shirt with the tips of his fingers. Excuse me ladies, Mother has arrived.  With that, another flash of pearly teeth were shown to them before he turned, letting those dark eyes roam about the crowd.

He'd given her time to run a few errands and hadn't enquired as to the natrual of said. She'd taken enough time for Blade to finish. Eyes meeting Blades one moment. Did I miss anything fun?  Glacing past Blade to the 'ladies' and back to him.  I'm more than content with finding a table and you joining me for a drink if you've found something of interest.

The bar's fine, here, take my seat...  He motioned to where he had sat prior with a wave of his hand. Turning to look back to the bar, gaze met the silhouette of Maggie down the way in the company of a gent with clothing straight out of one of those mortal fashion mags. Doing a double take, a pause in his words before he returned his gaze to Rachyl.  Interesting..why yes indeed. The club owner.. Mayhaps you know her?  And then as Blade looked back to her, he couldn't help but feel that maybe she knew him for some strange reason. And whatever the reason, anger ruled the moment.

Jennica made Seth's lady friend a midori sour and placed it on the bar swiping up the bill and paid for the drink and brought him back the change she made a point to go over to the guy that Zoe was just bitching at and his lady friend and brought him without being asked yet another goblet of the "house" special. She smiled politely to the the lady Blade was with.  " And what can I get for you ?"

Oh see being dismissed like that pissed her off completely, but she'd been a big enough

...CENSORED.. for the night so she quietly relented to that and made her way through the crowd to talk to the band and see what was up. Every so often those intense greens found Blade and his lady friend only to come back to Jennica, the tendress knew to keep a sharp eye on those Zoe had trouble with. As always when she was stressed she rubbed her forehead with guaze covered hand.

A nod given while moving to sit fingers moved making an un-need adjustment to her hair using the action to look where Blade was looking. Smile returned to the woman. Eyes meeting his.  She looks familiar but then again  Sly smile. This is Wolfbane country it's not unsual for many to look familiar. Attention turned to Jennica. Whiskey neat.

Glass in hand, she weaved through the crowd, glancing over the faces that passed by as she moved away from the dance floor a bit,she looked to the bar, seeing Rachyl with Blade. Seeming to be in deep discussion, Arianna would wait a while before going to say hello to her. She continued to walk the floor, nodding and giving brief salutations to those who did the same.

Thoughtful expression rested upon his face as he glanced around in search of the elusive owner. Questioning himself more than anything to the fact if he did say anything out of the way. A nod to her as he leaned over to prop himself against the bar top.  Yes, your right. Who am I to question the ways of others, I've been out of the circuit too long, I fear.

Leaving the change on the table, Seth turned toward the dance floor, sipping his drink just enough to taste it. His posture was somewhere between regal and relaxed, a slight lean back as he moved away from the bar. His steps were made with casual swings of his feet, the polished shoes cathing a small cast of light every now and then. Around the dance floor, to the edges, corners, in and between groups of people with the grace of a cat, Seth moved without making conversation. His eyes met those who stared, simultaneously promising and daring, but he didn't find any among the prey that he fancied. The Midori sour was half gone by the time he returned to the bar, and since he didn't want to give the impression that it wasn't good, he accepted the pain that would come later and in one gulp swallowed the rest. He smiled at the woman, releasing the glass onto the bar and finding a seat from which he could look for that elusive woman, Maggie.

Jennica made the drink out of the best whiskey in the house, why because well look at this dame...she looked like she wouldn't drink the swill Jennica often past off to others. She smiled to the woman and made her way down the bar to her other guests.

Zoe had spoken to the band and flaunted and flirted and covorted and some other word I can't think of around the club and came full circle to where Seth sat staring at Maggie. She smiled to herself and put her thumb against her red lips in thought and then moved over to where he sat, sliding next to him at the table. She didn't say anything right away just kind of stared at Mags the way he did. Then turned to look at him. " Do you always just stare at them?"

Oh? Is that what it is?  Looking at Blade as if she was trying to guess his weight in blood. Lazily blink face turned to the woman as eyes opened nod of thanks given. Attention given back to Blade, hushed tone. Maybe your just seeing the old world in way?

He let a couple more moments pass, reconciling the urge to cut loose and dance with the thought of how nice his clothes felt in the comfort of inactivity. Lifting his wrist from it's rest on his knee, Seth looked over at his company with a broad smile. One might never guess that behind the verneer of relaxation he was sizing her up, in more ways than those revolving around her appearance. He answered her as he leaded back, feigning a yawn and covering it with the back of his hand while his eyes closed. When I've had enough drink to relax, and there's an abundance of alluring things to look at.

More than likely..I -am- a relic... He smirked to her then, dismissing the twitchy owner as having dredfully bad hairball night, or whatever it is women seem to have very now and again, Blade excused himself from the company of his beloved mother-to-be and moved on off in search of Knox, and Grey. It was really a shame too, her beauty was stunning, one couldn't help but stare and smile. Tzi women weren't known for that such a trait, only the wicked ones were beautiful; rightly so, this one was lethal. A thought drifted upon the currents of his mind as to the gent Maggie was conveying with, and as he slithered his way around the sea of latex and black corsets just alittle to tight for their respected owners, he spotted the sharp dressed man. Thinking against approaching then in said company, he clinched his jaw as booted feet would take him onward and to the stairs. If anything his cohorts would be up top spying on the crowd down below. And, judging the crowd from downstairs, that's exactly where Blade really needed to be as well.

She smiled to him and nodded  " I guess I can accept that most people don't have an answer for that question"  She offered her guaze wrapped hand out to him with a smile that would make a blind man see  " Zoe Bacardi, nice to meet you"  There was just the slight hint of British in her voice and she actually seemed pleasant...she wasn't having a hairball night she was just a little tense over all the lawyer letters she was getting. She leaned back in the chair awaiting a hand shake if it came she would shake Seth's hand if not she would make a funny little face and pout.

After a few meaningless small conversations as she passed through the energized crowd making her way to the bar with an empty wine glass. Landing the glass on the bar top. She looked down to her watch, it had been sometime since she'd been out for a night, and it slowly was taking its toll on her. She decided to stick around a bit longer, waiting to ask for another drink.

Thumb pushed open ruby encrusted 5x4 evening case pulling the folded bills up thumb's pressure fanning the ends selecting 3 $50 Euro-dollars placed on the counter tap given as she caught Jenn.-attention pushing the bill to the back of the counter. Stepping from the bar nails lightly ran over Arianna's back as she passed looking back over her shoulder soft smile to her as her hand lifted a bit of a wave.  Nice seeing you here, again... I'll call you.  Squiggling between the vinyl clad dancers dissappearing through the crowd.

He did indeed take the offered hand. He didn't shake it, but lifted it to his lips for a brief kiss on her knuckles, bandaged or not. Dark eyes looked up from just beneath the cover of his brows as he smiled again.  Seth Dimitros, and it is my pleasure.  He might have been laying it on a bit thick, but he very obviously enjoyed doing so. With what seemed a feather's touch, he trailed his fingers from hers, letting his hands fall one over the other on the table and looking at her as if she was the only woman in the club.

When he kissed her hand she smiled and did the coy thing,was it an act of course it was. She licked her lips slowly softly methodically before she went back to talking. "What brings you to the Crimson Crypt... just getting away it all?"  she got comfortable and ever so often kept that emerald gaze on the Blade, his lady friend whom he'd called his mother and the other lady friend that was quite the looker. She turned her attention to the very handsome Seth Dimitros and canted her head in thought. He seemed the type you didn't trust but wasn't that the ide.

I needed a drink.  It was the truth, he mused as he watched her tongue make a gesture that was there solely to be seen. The truth was something he was usually decent at putting a spin on, though tonight he hadn't done much with his conversation. He matched the canting of her head, looking to the side only when she did, each taking note of their surroundings though his were not as specific. What about you...?

Social smile had returned nod given to a few before moving up stairs steps slowing as the images of the woman's cream colored skin triggered flashes of three images all but identical to the woman. Imagines of the photos perfect face one which porcelain dolls where sculpted to resemble. Mentally, impossing the woman's face over the ones in the photos. Two more steps ascended pulling her thoughts back to the moment. True smile flashed to Blade then relaxed as she approached. She had much on her mind and Antoine is in the foremost.

Perched upon the stone outcropping of the balcony, his bird's eye view of down below was a change of pace. He dared not to request their suit this time, mayhaps in rethinking this outing, he should have. Zetta had been such the hostess where the family was concerned, and yes he had caught wind of the passing down of the Crypt to family, the Wolfbanes had been apt enough as with the community to offer them their condolences. Though Blade never met the woman, his father had spoken highly of her in regards. Mind shifted then as Knox approached and stood watch beside him, a glance issued to his all too quiet ghoul, the mirthful glint in the mortal's eye all too knowing as far as his master was concerned. If his new found interest offered that much of a change to this man of stone, maybe he needed to meet her? He smirked at that thought before eyes driftd downward, a three finger wave offered to rachyl of his location. Surely if the lycan's threat of crashing this little party was to commence, it would happen sooner than the projected later he now assumed was coming. Just like a bunch of dogs to miss out on their own funerals.

She took a few last glances around as she reached to her back pocket pulling out a tip for the tendress before quietly heading to the entrance of the club. Slowly the wedged, multi strapped heels carried her further from the noise and the crowd. Slender, lightly bronzed hands reached for the door as it was then pushed open and she approached the curb, seeking her ride. Finally spotting it, she waved a bit, signaling that she was ready to retire for the evening, and he would approach. Stepping down from the curb, she opened the door and slipped into the rear seat of the cab and closed the door, giving the driver her next destination.

 

Chapter 45--Furious Angels: Cafe after Dark

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Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
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Lupine Territory, Romania 2004

Street of Dreams Cafe, 9:38 pm

Act Two: The Silence Before the Storm

The wind would bustly blow his pure white trench coat towards the west. His slender, steady hand placed on the cafe's door handle, perhaps answers would be inside. He slowly swings the door open and takes a step inside. He stood maybe 5'9", no more the 175 lbs. He had short black hair, it was nicely combed backwards, no doubt gel had been applied. Boots of white would thud along the floor, baggy, yes baggy, white pants had covered his boots laces ever so nicely. Eyes were as cold as ice, and the color of ice as well, kinda ironic wouldn't you think. His presence was cold, as so was his heart. He seemed like one of those men who only cared for his race, and/or his gang, nothing more. Within those deep pockets of the trench coat were two beasts, one on either side. Two Colt Anaconda 44 Mags, slept soundly within their confinement. 6 inch barrel, six round chamber, and a .50 calibur shot, those "beasts" were one thing you shouldn't mess with. Those sapphire eyes, peering reluctantly around the room, searched for answers, or someone of importance that can assist him in finding these answers. His slender hands shoved themselves back into his pockets. As he strode across the floor his white trench would sway left then right. A black symbol of a wolf was placed on his back, and if visible a barcode was printed on his neck. He squinted his eyes to shield them of the florescent lighting, yet there they were, as sharp as a hawks. He made his way to the cafe's bar, his hand was pulled out, amongst his hand was money, a roll of it!! He waited for someone to assist him in his beverage, those eyes still peering about in search of a man or woman that can assist him.

Headlights of the silver viper shown briefly upon the front of the cafe as Trix parked then shut down the car. Door opened, then was slammed as the jingle of keys were heard, then silenced as they slipped into the pocket of worn denims, soft stride set boots in motion as she eased her way into the door, hands falling just inside the pockets of a black aviator jacket, alittle too big for her toned and slender form. It hid well the red tank top she wore underneath, and of course other things that might be of interest to her on a night out alone. Never far from twin berettas, they would remain a girl's best friend..eyes of sapphire took in the scene as she stopped upon the threshold of the cafe. The smell of coffee hitting her like a hurricane, as with the clatter of china bring divvied out with heaping cups of brew, the jukebox in the corner screaming out the metal sounds of rock, a fitting tune for the joint. As the music seemed to draw in the ambiance of the place, she moved on forward through the sea of customers, weaving her way on to the back of the room to slip into an open booth, hands reaching to fiddle with the zipper of her jacket as she intently tried to make out Kara's face amongst the crowd. Not spying her yet, she eased back to get comfortable inside the mock leather of the seat, and watch was the waitress made her rounds.

Pulling dark wild hair away as she turned her face into the wind, nose uplifted, eyes narrowed, catching an unknown scent mixed in the night air. Unbleached cotton string bag slung over her shoulder, fingers tightening around the remembering the time; pace quickened boots making almost no sound against the stones. Turning up the collar of her oversized worn jean jacket, fingers moved down grasping a dangling stone of the garnet necklace, smile crossed her someone.

>barmaid< Evening, mister, what can I get fer ya?  Walking down the length of the counter, the waitress held a pot of coffee in one hand and a towel in the other as she wiped down the counter to a gleaming shine.

Patiently he waited, wanting the barmaid to assist him. He was in no hurry however, so his patients would settle. He played with the roll of money, his eyes fixated upon the barmaid whom had finally arrived. "Yes ma'am, i don't suppose I could have a medium coffee for here? That would be so kind of you" He winked at her lightly, he took his other hand from his pocket and placed a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. Watching the barmaid work, it reminded him so much of when he too was just a lonely worker scavenging for money. He placed the money roll down, knowing that if anyone dared to try and steal it they would be leaving with one hand. He parted his lips as a sigh escaped. He was bored and needed conversation. He looked at the barmaid as she worked and simply asked "Do you know of the Silverfang clan?" She was perfect to start extracting answers from, after all she did work at a public place, no doubt silverfangs have been in and out of here.

Gum was smacked with a smile, tawny little blonde she was, skirt alittle too short and very much too tight for her line of work. A twitch in her hips proved that as she quickly served up the young man with his order. Heavily lined eyes drew to slits with his words before the teeny bopping gum smacking returned. "No, I'm afraid I haven't seen any silverfangs..is that a gang?"

Trixie glanced to the door then, a smile from ear to ear as she spotted Kara. Standing, an ear piecing whistle was let go by glossed lips as she waved her arms up into the air. As the customers near her turned to gawk at her, a smirk played upon her features as dark gaze glared back around to them..daring them to say anything in protest.

Clutching and releasing the strap, elbow pressed close to her side, moving behind the ones sitting at the counter. Her footfalls had been a steady rhythm until she heard the waitress say silverfangs at which point her steps hiccupped. Dark laugh as she turned the smile slowing growing on bare lips as eyes met Trixie. Despite the strange "smell" in the air she was in a great mood, yeah, sure that's the reason she did the following; Arms shot up in a cheerleaderish fashion along with collage girl squeal head bopped from side-to-side. Laughs as she all but ran to Trixie, slipping the bag off her arm plopping it on the table as she sat slipping the jacket off in moving it a half-fold placing it on the outside of the leather seat. Laugh died with her words. Trixie... Softer laugh.  I just couldn't resist. Winks. Forgive my playfulness?

Again a sigh escaped, how did this girl not know of the silverfangs? They were well known for the hideous act of crimes and furious destruction paths they left behind. He shook his head as his lips parted for speech "Nevermind, don't worry about it miss." He had turned for a second, from the corner of his eye he could spot Kara and Trix, he recognized Trix, but the other girl fogged in his memory. He turned back and sipped his coffee, seeming absolutely serious about the manner

Still standing, she couldn't resist the roar of laughter to Kara's antics, knowing by now that if there was a soul in the cafe that didn't hear the calamity of these two, they were deaf. She shook her head slowly as Kara took her seat, then gaze darted around a moment to make sure noone was coming to toss them out in their ears..dark blues fell over the lean silhouette of the man at the bar..face turned their direction, and it was all too well noted in it's owner..a lift of her brow as she wondered just what Abel was doing around these parts..a soft smile etched across her face as she turned her attention back to Kara.  What's the point in going out if you can't be seen..?

He knew this was his chance to come into the convo. He stood up and strode over to their table "Yes, what is the point?" He looked down upon the two, those hues of sapphire peering at them so lightly, yet so coldly. He looked left then right as he spoke once more "Trixie, have you seen or smelt any silverfang scum?" He would look directly at her, his eyes piercing hers. "Oh how rude of me" He turned to Kara "I am Abel Vanderson, you may or may not have heard of me" He smiled slightly as he pulled a chair from another table and planted his bottom into it, pulling it to their table. His coffee still in hand

Her simple black tank far too causal for the jewels around her neck hands moved in a mock adjustment as she looked over to the man Trixie's mesmerizing dark blues had been on. Sheepish, would be the word for the expression when he caught her looking at him. Hands moved as dark eyes met Abel's, offering her hand to Abel. Kara Kristen... Mr. Vanderson.

He politely accepted her hand into his, shaking lightly then breaking. His eyes looked from girl to girl, was he or was he not the luckiest man in the room? After all he was surrounded by two hunnies, it was almost a dream. He shook those thoughts out and responded "Like wise" A slight smile on his face still, he raised the cup to his lips and sipped a lil from it and set it back down

Well, hello Abel...didn't expect to see you around these parts anytime soon...  Yes, she was just alittle surprised that he, of all people would be in this place. Didn't matter much, lycan country was just that. It was his question that was left lingering in the air as the introductions of their's took place. Soft smile turned up at the ends almost cupidish in it's presentation, but dark eyes would beg to differ in the innocence that was held in their depths. Her eyes soon dove a glance to Kara before she looked back to Abel.  Mind if I get something to drink? OR is the handsome gentleman buying for us Ladies?

Eyes so brown they are almost black looked back at Abel, hand moved to her cotton bag fingers playing with the strings almost predatory starting to form on bare soft lips, as Abel had a revelation ~he really wanted to get the ladies something to drink while he was moving to stand ~tone turned deadly warm~. Tea the House blend for two, thank you for getting it for us Mr. Vanderson.  Hand lifted from the bad fingers moving in a shooing away motion as you would a small child. Attention stayed on Abel for a few more beats of her heart soft true smile as she looked at Trixie. Friend of your's?

A smile turned up sinister in it's intent as she watched the sly priestess voodoo the simpleness of the man. Eyes tilted a watchful gaze upon Abel as he dutifully moved to get their tea..alittle too long of an approving gaze it was before she leaned back and offered a soft sigh between pressed lips. Darting that gaze safely away and back upon Kara, she eased into the comfort of her chair as an all too knowing look passed between the two women. Your a sly fox, girl. If I had that kind of power over men, my life might become interesting ..and no, not really. Our paths crossed when I was working one afternoon, I haven't decided just what he is ...yet...

Soft laugh the type you would swear you heard on a hot steamy night near the swamps of New Orleans. Last pat of the cotton bag pushing it over to T's side of the table before settling back into the chair legs stretching out under the table crossing at the ankles resting the weight on her heel. Returning T's knowing look as her tone became sincerely warm.:: Some would say that I'm crazy like a fox. Glance given to Abel as he sat at the counter waiting for the tea to be brewed looking back to her.  And don't try to kid me, Sister you know your interesting, it Abel remembers you from your paths only crossing at work. Bold and heavily armed is what he is. He always favor wearing that much metal and gunpowder?  The question was ask honestly, no malice in her tone.

Oh, hey is this my herbs??  She ask almost as giddy as a school girl herself as the bag was passed her way. Slender hands moved out to take it, drawing it up into her lap as she began to dig into it like a christmas gift...a grin as wide as ever shown briefly as she spied what it was. Then sated in the fact she could get her things squared away at home finally, attention lifted up to her sister for a moment, then intently her eyes fell upon the back of Abel. Pondering her words, she shook her head slowly from side to side before the soft, silken strands spilt down the back of her jacket. He's all business..and yes, I'm afraid he is always packing an arsenal.  A tilt of her head then as arm rose, planting elbow to the table and palm neatly under her chin, looking back over to Kara, the look in her eye unmistakable from one woman to the other, infatuation had taken over, though Trixie would not admit it. He's handsome, reckless, and bad news...and you know that's just my taste...but then I stop and remind myself that ....so was... Jakob...  His name crossed her lips finally in a hushed tone of regret.

Smiling as she watched Trixie pulling up random small zipped locked baggies the artificial light making the greens appear olive in color. Fingers laced resting her hands on the table drawing her legs up under her chair as she leaned across the table closer to her, as she listened she'd turned her head to look at Abel. Nodding as she faced Trixie locking on her haunting deep blue eyes leaned across the table closer to her, as she listened she'd turned her head to look at Abel. Nodding as she faced Trixie locking on her haunting deep blue eyes. ice water ran through her veins hearing her brother's name, stomach tighten, 'Gaia, she hated not telling her. She hated keeping any secret from Trixie. The one she hated keeping the most was the one that Jakob and his son often requested. True warm tone in a hushed whisper. Trixie... I can't tell you to be careful that would be like telling a fire not to burn.I can tell you to find out about Abel who he is and what he really wants before you get your heart involved.  Night dark eyes still on hers same tone.  Please, I won't see another do to you what...  Trying with all her self not hide it but she couldn't completely her body cringed a low growl felt more than heard in her harsh whisper.  Jakob....did.  Very slow controlled exhale.

Dark eyes stayed locked upon the blackness of her sisters as words from her lips would fall upon her ears, and her heart. All too well was she forever falling into the web of deceit where matters of the heart was concerned; and ironic as it was, the very same concerned speech that she had offered the other night with Kara. She drew in a soft breath as the bags in her fist was held up with a lopsided grin.  Oh, Kara..you know I'm always cautious..but it seems as if we're both either blessed or cursed..haven't decided yet...when it comes to the men in our lives and history repeating itself...  She shifted the bag as the herbs were dropped one by one back into the bag for safe keeping. Soft voice barley above a whisper as she glanced down into it to keep the mist of tears from spilling over her face..the tension of her sister very well noted by her actions.  He..will harm me...no more...  Dark gaze shot upward as it locked with the vixen's own shimmering hues as she spoke.

Kara claps her hands over Trixies squeezing gently nodding:: <w>good...that's all I needed to hear. You know I'm always on your side.  Glances then looks back to her squeezing again  I see our tea has arrived.

 

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Lupine Territory, Romania 2004

Outside the Street of Dreams Cafe, 11:38 pm

Pitiful the tribes have become. Once primitive, and as deadly as their own presence; a set of narrowing Asian eyes watched on from across the street of the dubbed 'Street of Dreams' Cafe, disgust chewing away it the Silver fang's gut. It was sickening to see all this socializing. Nodding to the Asian male to his right, and female to his left, the tribal captain drew his submachine gun pistol from the small of his back and checked it over once before cramming it down into the right hand coat pocket of his trench.

Free hand reached up to tug down the black ski mask over his hollow features, and they were ready. After watching the patrons file out over the past two hours, he knew the one that they sought still remained inside. A few more roamed about, along with a few workers. Too bad, he would chalk it up to then as being in the wrong place and the right time. Dead men tell no tales. A snap of the safety off, and a click of metal, gun was locked and loaded. Death would be issued in the form of liquid silver nitrate to any left as bystanders.

It would go as smooth as clockwork; how many times have they took shots at this Bonegnawer? And how many times had his evasive gutter trash thinking got him out of the scene? Not this time. Cornered like the rat that he was, measures would insure he went down this evening. The head of this Lycan would be served up to the Belladonna on a silver platter. Nothing was too fine for her.

Something felt beyond 'wrong' that's why she'd ask Trixie to come outside with her. Having to keep Aaron's secret brought back a time before he was born, when it was her brother put her in this same position with Trixie, on the verge of a confession as she caught the strange scent, nose wrinkled, eyes narrowed, pulling Trixie into the alley with her. Serious quite tone. You feel it, too... something is way wrong.

The air did harbor an ill wind this evening. What Kara sensed, she felt creeping upon the back of her spine. Dark eyes skimmed the shadows as they slid slowly into the alley, the faintest of footfalls echoing, but it was another sound that drew her instincts. Metal against metal; one she knew for a reason. Hands slowly slid underneath her coat, curve of those .9mm's gripped as the steely weapons slid from their leather holsters. Passing one over to Kara, she nodded as she allowed a breath or two to pass between them. We've got company...  Gaze shot around to the silhouette that had been in their wake. She sighed, did Abel know when to stay put? Thankful at the moment he did follow. Gaze darted past the man before she caught sight of two, then three shadows in motion.  Quick..get down..!!

The .9mm still warmed from being close to Trixie, against her palm, thumb clicking off the safety. Eyes met Trixie's a nod to her words about 'company'. <vsw> I hate unexpected guest.  Dropping down to T's command squat stance, her need to protect what she loves forcing all other thoughts from her mind, ready to shot any fool that came near. Peeking around the corner of the building as she stayed still, she could feel against her back, between the two of them, one shot from each would drop anything that comes near.

Sure steps brought the trio into the mouth of the alley, the ringing of the bell from the distant cathedral taking it's midnight toll for death's attention as in a flash of confusion, oriental words were shouted as the guns came out of their hiding place to spit the liquid silver around in a wave of random shots, attention getting in their nature as quick footfalls clicked off the steps against the concrete towards their target, spewing bullets littering everything in their path as bullets found their mark. The wolfman in white soon ran read of his convictions. The Captain's hand then slipped away the submachine gun to draw a more privative weapon, his silver etched Katana.

Down she went, the dumpster serving as her barrier between the splatters of liquid silver and her soft flesh. The rain of bullets preventing her from returning fire, but it was the sounds of Abel's muffled cries of pain that drew eyes over to where his body soon fell against the wet pavement. Eyes grew wide with a sense of terror as the glint of silver flashed from the lone shadow standing over him. Sword displayed, and the scene rolled in slow motion before her as she screamed, finally letting her own gun return the lead.

Cringing to the sound of the spray of bullets, low growl escaped, feeling her rage building, the unsheathing of the Katana drew her attention, she heard Abel's cries, eyes meeting Trixie's for a moment, starting to fire, shooting, are aim dead true.Shouting.  Go... I'll cover you.  Standing up three shots fired dropping two of the Fangs' breaking into a run, body hurled into the Katana wielding Fang, hot gun pressed to the Fang's side as her head slammed into his back hitting his left kidney, rolling in the fall, the blade's tip caught the back of her right hand biting her tongue to stop her scream as she dropped the gun, one more roll pressing her into the gravel, elbow catching Fang in the mouth, as she spun around avoiding his grasp, backing away as the Fang raised to his knees, both hands tightly on Katana, night air sliced, as the blade came towards her, leaping up over the blade, boot slammed into the Fang's face, the kick sending him back, heavy thud when his head hit the ground. Trying to catch her breath while gaining control of her stance. Eyes stayed on the Fang, grabbing the Katana. Yells. Trixie! You okay... Trixie?  Holding the Katana blade edge to the Fangs throat.  Speak to me, Sister.

 As Kara returned the fire for cover, she sprang upward, booted feet landing right down next to the crumpled body of Abel. Laying a hand to his back, she leaned over with the intentions of dragging him off out of the alley, but as she tugged the man over, hand spilt out to the ground, fingers still coiled around his own weapon. Her eyes grew wider, if that was possible to the sight before her. The headless corpse teetered limply in her grasp as the reality of it all came crashing down around her. The final tremors of his dying body soon stilled as the stillness of her mind. She let go of the dead 'gnawer then, lips curled into a snarl, promises of regret issued into the air as she whirled around and stood.  un ojo para un ojo; recepci�n a la selva..  Words like venom spit out barely above a whisper as her eyes watched the fight between Get and Fang. The mask already torn away from the Asian's face, scar noted in his features, and more; black eyes seemed to smile up to her before he backed away and the sounds of his feet in motion was heard. She lost it then..in all her collectiveness, the Child of Gaia fell to her knees before her sister, the smell of her blood filling the air.  He..he's dead..

The words tore at her heart as the edge of the blade moved cutting Captain's neck, just drawing his blood, to keep the fool from moving. Left hand left the weapon as she looked down at Trixie hand moved to her head, stroking back blood splattered hair from her face. Compassion for her sister showing in dark eyes. ~quitely~ Then may Gaia forgive me for what I'm about to do. Blade starting to push into Captain's neck.  This one will be a sacrifice, the first of many for your loss.  Hand pushing back more of Trixie's hair. Say the word and I take this one's life, my Sister.

Her eyes never strayed from the far away gaze that entranced them. Clouding over with the mindless clutter of her past. In all her own trials, the death and the rectification, she never once felt as she did now. It had bled over into her part of the world, and left a bitterness upon her heart. She shook her head slowly..trying to focus herself upon the here and now. No, let him take his prize to his chieftain..for they shall bask in their victory of this night.. She finally tilted her gaze up to Kara then, sorrow laced in the stream of tears.  Gaia takes care of their own ~She whispered.

Trying to calm herself her body starting to tremble ~tone filled with her love and compassion for her~:: <w>Yes... I know you speak the truth. Cupping the side of her face thumb wiping a streaming tear. You've always been the one who could bring me back to the truth.  Nodding as she moved blade leaving Captain's neck left hand grabbed the ponytail as the Katana sliced through. For you, my Sister.  Tossing the hair to Trixie hand moved to the end of the blade bringing it down as her knee slammed up into it, snapping the metal in two, throwing it down by him. Dead cold in her tone. Run back to the coward that sent you and tell her.... my Sister has sparred your life..this night.  Moving arm wrapping around Trixie's waist pulling her up as she stood. The scream of the sirens starting to fill the air. softness in her tone. <w>Trixie, we have to go... now.

As much as she wished for a speedy death to this animal by her Sister's hand, it was not her choice in allowing it. Merely the interceptor, the vengeance must come from one of Abel's own. She grasp the hair as she was helped to stand, allowing the strong arms of her sister to offer their warmth to her. Sirens heard, she nodded, knowing that to flee would have to come now. She couldn't bring herself to look to the remains of the wolfman again, what images she held would already play the ghost in haunting her dreams. Turning, she picked up both the broken sword and her other gun before she followed her sister off into the night.

 

Chapter 46--Furious Angels: Crypt after Dark

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

The Crimson Crypt Nightclub, The Next Night

Act 3: The Understanding Nature
 She stood at the bar, with every intention of finishing up her paperwork, but she couldn't focus. Thoughts of Blade seeped into her head periodically, and it was usually then that she found her jaw clenched tightly. Since their last encounter she'd found out that the Wolfbanes had dealings with her mother and that her club was slipping slowly from her grasp. She sat back wearing a black cocktail dress a simple little black dress and her hair was up in coiled ribbons. Jennica kept her distance, knowing what that look on Zoe's face meant, the club had just barely opened so it was pretty quite thus far.

Door opened as he shifted into the foyer of the bar. A glance about to the place as he slid those shades from his face. Tucking them into the breastpocket of his trench, he shifted on down into the mouth of the lower level. His curiosity had brought him back this eve, hoping the white rose he twisted gently within thumb and index finger of his right hand would serve him well as a truce to whatever the young lass thought him guilty of from before. Dark eyes shifted with certainty as he spotted Zoe just to the other side of the bar. He readjusted the collar on his coat as simple a cotton shirt donned his upper torso, black trousers his lower half. Other than those unruly locks spilling about his shoulders, he looked the part of any other male in Stationside, all for that stoic expression brooding features held. Shifting to the bar, he silently stood and awaited her attention.

He didn't wait long she had a proximity thing and when he stepped inside her "circle" she turned to look at him. Her eyes narrowed for a moment the brilliance of them could not surely not be lost on him. As perfect as the rolling hills of Galway. She didn't however say a word she only stood and stepped back and turned to look at him. Finally after a few moments she smiled softly  " Evening Mr. Wolfbane..is there something I can do for you?"  It came out completely forced as though she would have spat it out if that would not have been considered rude.

Yes Ma'am, you most certainly can...  Rose was lifted up and the offered out to her. He had made sure to come alone this eve, without the usual entourage of ghouls or his family lingering on his heels. As the rose was extended out to her, dark eyes swept over her visage before eyes met her own shimmering pools.  This..is for my behavior of the other eve.. . A tilt of his head then. If I have offended you in some way, then I do apologize.

She looked to the rose and then to him and accepted it with a pleasant smile, much less forced than the other.  " Why thank you"  she seemed a bit thrown off by the gift, but did enjoy the scent whole heatedly   " You have not, offended me... I tend to be a bit high strung. Please..."   she motioned to the bar  " Have a seat, perhaps we can talk if you have the time"  She slowly ran her pink tongue over brilliant red lips. The offset her eyes perfectly, she waited to see if he sat, and if he did, she did as well. "Would you like a drink , Mr. Wolfbane?"

 A soft nod was issued to her words, and to his small peace offering. Pleased smile finally shown on his lips before hand readily grasp the barstool and tugged it out enough to allow him a place to sit.  Blade..if you please. And yes a drink would hit the spot, Bloodwyne.. Setting himself into the leather, he shifted as he situated his coat then leaned back, those eyes turning their attentive gaze back to the woman as both hands found the smoothness of the counter, fingers lacing as they did so.  I also would like to schedule a meeting with you, at your convenience, of course. I'm sure you are aware that we rent out one of your suites upon the balcony floor. I assume with Zetta's passing that you are in charge now. As one business owner to another, the price needs to be..how shall we say it...renegotiated..?

 

She frowned at the talk of business and thought now that she understood the reasoning behind the rose " Of course, I am available when ever you are ready. If it is really that pressing we can speak about it now.....Blade"  She had lost the smile and for the moment the stoic expression of Zetta spread across her face. She looked much like her mother, perhaps even more so when the woman was young, but now. Now ...Zoe was her own woman  "What is it you have in mind? "

 

We can speak now, though my intentions was to make sure that I had corrected whatever it was I did to leave a bitter taste in your mouth. I try to insure our people's needs are met first. You can understand, I'm sure.  With those words he produced a business card for her reference in the future, the white card embellished in black with his name and a few numbers where he could be reached, and of course both the family crest and that blue crest of the Hand in opposite corners of the card.  Since my father's so heavily wrapped up in his affairs, I'm trying to handle what he cannot. As it is, Rachyl tries to help, but I felt this matter between you and I should be just that. I would like to Reserve one of your suites, paying nightly of course, for our exclusive use. I can understand if this is an inconvenience for you to do...but we shall pay the rate for use, nightly or weekly..whatever you deem it.

She glanced to the card, and narrowed her luscious greens on it. She forced him to hold it far longer than was necessary and then took it tucking it in her top, since she had no pockets- " The rate for the suite is not cheap and I think that you would be much happier with a long term arrangement, no?" She retrieved her business smile and canted her head to the side. She brought the white rose to her nose taking in a breath. She smiled, her flesh was almost the same hue, but not quite.. not so milky perhaps, but those eyes played upon the petals before turning to his lips. " A year for 10,000 US" She past her tongue over her lips again, it gave her the appearance of being a serpent. She glanced over her shoulder to Jennica and nodded. Two goblets of bloodwyne were brought out and sat before them, filled with the "house" special and Jennica nodded to Zoe, shooting a quick look to Blade before departing silently.

He sat back then, resting one elbow on the back of the arm of the tooled barstool. Fingers shedding the card into her velvet touch as his one tips lightly brushed them. Eyes locked his studying gaze upon her then, slow and methodically it moved to where the card disappeared, then to the rose in her grasp. A flutter of his right brow given as the red flesh skimmed twins of her lips, gaze lifted up and back to here eyes with a mirth held in their depths to her teasing actions. He smiled slowly then, lopsided in nature as he leaned forward, hand taking the goblet as the waitress came and left, eyes not budging from Zoe's face. A fair price in any monetary denomination. But, to be within the presence of one with such.. charmisa.. there would be a steeper price..  He took a sip from the glass then, allowing the wyne to coat his lips as he did. A quick lick drew the droplets across his tongue and tastebuds as he slid his hand into his pocket for his wallet. Plastic alright with the Lady?  He flicked he gold card upon the counter, then retrieved the goblet once again.

" Everything comes with heavy price Blade, monetary is not necessarily the best way to place someone in your debt. Plastic... mmm how passe'. I will make arrangements with my office to send you an invoice. I will set you up with an account and you can enjoy all that the Crimson.... Crypt has to offer as though this was your home"  she placed the rose down on the bar and picked up her goblet and pressed the shimmering cup to her lips, she took of what was within never losing sight of the enigmatic, Blade Wolfbane. She sighed as though the drink was truly intense. " Mmm now Blade, tell me.. why are you really here.. there are a thousand other clubs... that could easily fit your needs"

Eyes looked over the rim of the goblet as she spoke in that rather business like tone of the other night, Another arch of his brow as he sat the goblet down, drained of the liquid. He really wasn't concerned with the price nor the payment arrangements, and truth be told, Rachyl did all that stuff for the mostpart, but not this time. Something had indeed brought the eldest son out personally and this young vixen could read him like a book. He was slightly impressed, minds were something he respected the most. He chuckled lightly as hands soon clasp together and lay still upon the counter.  Maybe you've already figured it out?  Candid expression fell over his features.  Of all the bars in the land, I chose yours because it has something I want..but now I have found it alittle harder to acquire than I thought..or worse, she's just not interested. My father does many a surprising thing, but he does have taste. Your mother's reputation as a club owner is a legend.. all kindred from shore to shore know of this place..therefore it harbors all..kine and kindred alike. I like the mainstream, and happen to like what I see before my eyes..condemn me?

" Not in the least, but I must warn you Blade, this is my club. It was my mother's before me and will stay in my possession. I have no desire to sell it over to you. Mainstream.... you enjoy the mainstream.. ah that does explain a few things"  She turned to face the mirror that rest behind the bar and narrowed her eyes in thought upon her own reflection. She looked at his and then finished her goblet as well. " You thought that you come here... and talk me into giving up the only thing I really have left of my mother... peddling pretty things?"  She shook her head.  " Please Mr. Wolfbane you'll have to try better than that"

Her words brought a blink or two to his stare before brows lifted in surprise. Sell? Woman, I'm not here to buy your bar..or anything in it.  He shifted then, head tilting again as he tried to shrug off his confusion. Is..-that- what you think this is all about...the rose and the...erm suite?  He laughed lightly then.  Well, I'm sorry if you think this, I was merely offering my services to the club for protection..  He brushed to his coat sleeve idly as he spoke of allowing the Hand to frequent the kindred bar..  And, I was hoping you'd be in need of a surrogate sire..since the passing of your mother..  Eyes darted upward as they looked past her slender form and into the mirror, picking out her gaze in the image of herself.

 She didn't believe a word he said, more because of the lawyer letter than the idea that he'd actually been the one behind it. She didn't say this of course, but rather played her end of this game  " Forgive me Blade.. I am young"  might as well said underestimate me ...go ahead. The comment about her youth meant nothing to her. She knew she was not the ordinary woman. - " I would love to have your protection....but the idea of *needing* a surrogate sire is .. well pardon my snideness ...Laughable. I need no one.."  She ran her finger around the rim of her goblet and brought her finger to her lips as though she would taste it, something carnal about the way she looked at it, her lips parted and her tongue extended slowly, but she glanced to him and closed her mouth smirking some and rubbed her fingers together  " I wonder... why is it you would make such a generous offer to someone you don't know"   She wasn't about give him any idea that she knew more than she let on, let him think she was ignorant.

He remained attentive to her, only once did his eyes flicker away and down to his own fingertips as her traced idle circles against the counter.  The Hand makes sure all Tizmisce is safe, that's my job, and that's what I'm expected to do. As old as I am, I have seen so many young Neonates come and sadly go..I think you not naive to all things evil around you, Zoe.  He leaned to stand then, letting the length of his coat fall back into place.  It's quite the opposite. I see potential in you, and that's more than just running your mother's legacy. Our family needs more strong, independent Tzi of the most beautiful kind, before what's deemed our sanctuary is gutted like a pig to slaughter.  Dark eyes lowered a moment as fingers retrieved his card and slid it back into his pocket.  More will come, Zoe. Men that may not have the manners I possess, nor care what you may -think-. If you hear nothing more that I have said, heed those.  Head bowed lightly to her then as he grew silent.

She smiled prettily even when he reached across and took his card back. She moved closer to him, so close in fact she had to look up at him, her breast pressed against his chest and she smiled up at him. She did not speak for a long time, but when she did it was faintly a whisper. " And when they come Dark Father.. I will be waiting... I heed every word that is spoken to me and hold on to ...."  Her hand slipped into his pocket and plucked the card from him pulling it up from his pocket to show him what she'd taken .  " What was given to me"   She again smile with a vicious resolve and let her tongue glide over her lips. Those pretty blood red lips. "I will be talking to you soon...Blade"  There was a sinister nature to her voice, but she drew back from him putting the card between her breasts and looked into his eyes...

Stern look creased his features as he looked down into her jaded green pools. The tug of the enticement greater up close than before. Words fell around him in a shadowy reflection to what he had spoken, and what she had offered in reply. The softest motion of his head tipped up then settled that gaze back to her in the seclusion of dark brows. Half smile tugging to one corner of his lips. -s- I see that you do..be well my belladonna..  He offered to her as boots took him a step back, her body next to his falling away in regret, as he turned he offered her a glance over his shoulder, dark eyes searching to find hers one last time.  And Sleep well when you find it..  before steps took him up to the foyer of the room.

An that one last line, brought a smile to her face, a true smile. Blade Wolfbane... she let him have the final word.. neither need to have it, but she wanted it to linger in her ears . She waited for him to leave and when he was gone from sight she found he was not gone from mind... Blade Wolfbane..

Journal Four

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