Something is not right.

Evie North · Telemetric Trickster

Something is not right.

Sister of Stone · Soeur de Pierre

Wide full lips were planted on Evie's forehead. Kissing the girl goodnight. Hearing sweetness in the telemetric's voice saying good night. A nod of her head would come as the door closed behind her. Dark brown hair moved on it's own. The elegant bun that it had been in fell apart instantly. No pins or clips to hold the hair style in place. Aurora's hair moved with its own power as she walked down the small hallway of the penthouse suit. Caine and herself dominated the whole upper floor for themselves.

The events of the night played in Aurora's mind slowly. Each piece falling into a box of it's own so she could analyze it all later. The mystery that involved Kalika and Evie and this Roi of theirs. Marcus was her champion of choice. The connection to him, was only known to Aurora and Marcus. She harbored no deep true romantic love for the vampire. Perhaps she was even more heartless than even her brother. An emotionless-heartless stone of a woman.

Hand was placed on the curve of the wall. right foot lifted to remove the heel, then the other. Fingertips carried the shoes as she headed to her room. Mayhap she should talk to Marcus sooner than later. Speak to him about a house and some land on this island where Caine and herself could make a proper home. The hotel was fine for the moment. The decor was ghastly. Her room looked like a Victorian poodle threw up in it. All fake cherubs and low ceilings pretending to have some sort of meaningful heavenly decor on it. Aurora would have liked the higher ceilings with nothing but stain glass to decorate. Perhaps Caine was right, she was a bit too gothic. Aurora would be happy as a clam living in an old Cathedral.

Shoes were tossed carelessly by her bedroom door. A nightly ritual of removing clothing. The dress she had worn for the night was slipped off her curves. The fabric slithering across her hairless body with a soft whisper. Softer and sweeter than a lover. A lover she had not had in over five hundred years. Indeed Caine was correct cobwebs were growing in her bed sheets. Black fabric pooled at her ankles. A shower was needed, then perhaps she would go out for a little while.

The water was messed with, making it nearly boiling before Aurora walked into the shower. Tipping her head back to receive the water down her body. Hands roamed down her skin. Cupping her breasts then lower. Suds trailing where her hands had been. Within her mind she was searching the earth. Something was amiss this night. Something lurking the darkness with eyes of lapis. Aurora's eyes shut breathing in the heat and steam.

Searching not just for the pure joy of it. She was looking for her brother with her mind. Once she found him. She connected only for a minute to know a woman lay underneath his exquisite form. Screams vibrated down Aurora's spine and she broke away from Caine. Broke away from her connection with him. Why did it bother her, she knew wouldn't be alone. He was hardly alone these days. One woman after another. Though who in heir right mind would deny him? He looked like a Greek statute come to life.

The shower was relaxing although she cut it short. Hair would be dried in minutes. Never going to bed with wet hair. It ruined so many silk pillows that way. Toned legs carried Aurora to one of the drawers provided in the suite. Silk and satin négligées were moved around. Plucking a silk one from the heap of them it was slipped on over her form. Lace trimming the edges, the straps simple little strings of lace. The color a steely gray to match the silver tones of her hematite colored eyes.

Evie had to be asleep by now, Aurora thought. Sure steps taking her to the bed. The events of the day unfolding and finally floating away as the covers were drawn from the bed. However. The panic that suddenly rocked Aurora's core. The sheer rush of emotions from Evie's dreaming mind to Aurora was like an attack to her senses. Hands gripped the bed to keep from falling.

Caine! Caine I need you! I need you now!

No sooner were those words said in her mind, down the cord to her brother that Evie's voice broke through the silent night of the suite. Aurora ran from her room. Doors opening without even her touching them. She was racing to her Charge's room. Her mind reaching for Evie even before Aurora's arms were around the telemetric.

"Mon Précieux!"

Hands were in Evie's moist hair, soothing her, making her look into Aurora's eyes.

"Look at me, mon précieux! Look."

She could see what Evie did, feel what Evie was feeling, blocking the girl from Kalika's touch. It wasn't however, Evie that Kalika was reaching for. In her mind, through Evie, she saw the Vampire Valentino and soon joining him the vision of the dark Roi, the Ulfric; Wolf King. Evie's wolf companion. Fingers worked in Evie's hair as she called for her brother again.

Caine, I need you. I need your strength.

Brother of Stone · Frere de Pierre

Looking the picture of a lazy and contented housecat he leaned in the doorframe of Evies room, casually surveying the two women on the bed as they wrestled with their own distress. A look that could pass for contempt spread over his usually handsome features. Just the simplest sneer of his upper lip. A second, no more, and then it was replaced again by that look of disinterest that Aurora knew so well.

"You called mon soeur? I thought you wanted me to stay away from your peu précieux?"

Body moved with languid grace, pushing off the doorframe as the low waist of his silk boxers rode down revealing more of that muscled waist. The smell of Dulce and Gabbana perfume still clung to him from the woman he had left in his room back on the 28th floor. Lips spread in a smile at just the thought of what was waiting for him when he finished whatever errand this was. Though what he could do he was not certain. Aurora had zoned in, narrowed her powers in and focused them on Evie and the hotspot of power which she said was the vampire Kalika. He on the other hand had done nothing of the kind, leaving himself unfettered except to the island itself. After all, what person would trust him to such a connection?

It had been so long since he had a ward to call his own, anything to protect beyond the world of himself. He told himself that that was how he liked it. After what had happened in Paris he had to believe that or suffer the grief that comes with a loss of the kind he had suffered. Since the modern era came and took his people from him he had not bound himself to any power, forsaking his true form for a human shell. Watching the way his sister touched the human girl and fretted over her it wiped away whatever joy had momentarily possessed him.

Moving slowly he enjoyed the fact that his nonchalance was annoying, nay, angering his sister. Finally though he offered what assistance he could. Standing beside the bed his movements weren't rushed as he matter of factly reached for Evies bare leg. Fingers stroked a long line up the inside of her thigh, corssing over the rise of her hipbone until his hand cupped the girls stomach. It might have been something to worry about if his face didn't look so bored. A woman she might be but at the moment Evie might as well have been a bag of turnips.

Fingertips clenched, digging a bit at the smooth flesh of her torso. Momentarily his mind had time to think about the wonders of young female flesh. How when they were that age they really were so tight and silken, but the thoughts were merely surface as his mind rushed ahead to feel that thrumming ball of power that was using the telemetric as a conduit. Power was really just another kind of electrical current. It was physics that made psychics. Ironic.

At that moment his eyes snapped closed, the frail beauty of his golden lashes fluttering against his cheeks quite something to see. In his minds eye he saw what was happening like the layout on an electrical grid. A map if you will of the interconnecting parts of this power circuit, and it made the sewers of Paris look like a merry go round. From Evie four tracks of power ran out, one to his sister, one to the Ulfric, one to Marcus, and one to an unknown vampire. From those tracks he saw other hotspots of power that burned into his mind. From both Marcus and the unknown man came a source of power that made him swoon a moment.

"Merde!"

It was a siren song that called to him of sex and blood and things beneath the skin that could be tasted but not seen. For a moment he thought he might weep at the prescence that he felt. His manhood stiffened, hard and ready as though the woman who sent this power stood before him, and he made a slight snarling sound beneath his breath. Pleasure, this creature radiated pure pleasure and he wanted it. Wanted to possess it, to know what it would be like to ride the tempest of that power. Kalika. Her name was on his tongue and he wasn't sure if he had spoken it aloud. All the tracks of power led to that nexus. Even his sister was connected to her in the way of their kind. In commiting to save Evie Aurora had to train her powers in on this woman, which of course was what now made her useless against the new threat.

So many levels working in his mind as he tracked each power to its source, but all the while beneath his thinking mind was the heat of lust that poured from the center of it all. Caine stood apart, unconnected to anyone but the island itself. Roughly his tongue licked at parted lips, his hand had grown soft against Evie's abdomen while he concentrated. He knew what his sister wanted him to do, but deeper still he knew what he wanted to do. What he wanted was to give himself to this dark queen, to serve her, to worship her with his immortal body. Here was someone who would not go away from him. Even the thought of it had his power reaching out through Evie and towards Kalika. Precious seconds strateched for days. Soon it would be over and unless he connected to her through the land then he would not be able to find her again.......

-- Edited by Brother of Stone at 19:22, 2008-08-19

Sister of Stone · Soeur de Pierre

Aurora stared at only Evie. Within the girls mind, she saw worlds, people, memories. All of which were too intimate for strangers. After this encounter they would be closer. For Aurora was slipping inside Evie as well. A charm to always find her. The very thing that would kill a little bit of Aurora when Evie no longer walked this earth. She knew when her brother was there. She felt the world shift in his direction.

Aurora did not respond to his snide little comment. He knew very well that she would not have asked or commanded his assistance if she didn't need him. Lashes closed for a minute. She felt those eyes of lapis. Those eyes that could drown you pleasure and false love. A love that promised all the things real love could promise. Those eyes promised that. She knew the moment Caine touched her Charge. His touch on Evie threw a stronger field around that part of Evie Kalika so wanted to connect to the other vampire. This Valentino.

Evie was fighting this as well, Aurora could feel how the girl was pushing Valentino out as well. She had no time to chide her brother for touching Evie as he did. Her sole purpose was there within the mind of her Charge. The second her brother connected she knew he tapped her line. And she would tap his own now inside Evie. His sigh, his swoon at those lapis eyes. Anger flared in her stone cold blood.

BÂTARD!!

The word would resound in Caine's mind. Aurora was possessive enough of him that she would not release her hold on the only other of her line she knew and cared for. Not to this vampire woman, not to anyone.

"The Ulfric! Protect him! Keep this Valentino away from him!"

Words spoken to not only snap at Caine mentally when she called him a bastard, and to bring him to the here and now of it.

Evie North · Telemetric Trickster

She wish she could have been brave enough to let go of her covers and get out of bed. To run for help. As it was, she was frozen, not even bothering to monitor her fast-paced breathing. As the doors opened with a gust of power, a strangled, “Aurora!” left her lips, hanging in the air in the small time it tok the French woman to reach her bed.

Evie’s gloved hands held onto Aurora’s wrists, grey eyes meeting her silver-touched ones. Letting her see, letting her do whatever she could to stop this nightmare. She wasn’t in pain, physically. The emotional and mental strain of the situation, however, had her shaking uncontrollably. “Fix it, please …” Her words barely a whisper as her grip tightened. Can you break a gargoyle’s bones? Maybe they’d find out. She felt something between them change, but with her mind still so focussed on the problem at hand, she couldn't make herself concentrate enough to question her. All things in good time.

"You called mon soeur?” Oh for the love of God. The eye contact with Aurora was broken, and not for the betterment of either of them. Because what she saw was a barely clothed adult man slinking is way towards her, looking just about ready to strip down naked and mount her. The raw aura of him had her jaw hitting the floor, her head shaking violently back and forth.

“I thought you wanted me to stay away from your peu précieux?" She could finally find her tongue, the words blurting from her. “She did! She—“ Oh God. He was reaching for—no. He was touching her leg. She reacted as if she’d been burned, a sharp intake of breath signaling true pain. She really couldn’t help it; no one had ever—“AGH!” The yell of terror as his hand slid up her shirt should have been deafening; as it was, she could only get it barely above her usual speaking voice. Her body was practically having seizure at this point; her tremors had gotten so bad. Had his face looked anything more than bored as his palm flattened against her tripwire-tense abdomen, she would have had a heart attack and died right there. At least her virgin-ized, panic-iddled bran told her so. When he tapped into her power, she was able to tell herself that he was doing his job, not copping a feel. Not doing anything wrong. Just taking a look. Just travelligng down the lines, sizing up the bad-to-worse situation. Nothing bad. Nothing scary. He was bound to do his job. She had to tell telling herself that.

Until he swooned. And then it was all out of the window, up a creek, and, on the fan.

She felt his need, witnessed his craving embodied in his own person, the most intimate part of him growing before her very eyes. Maybe she knew before Aurora did. Maybe Aurora didn’t know at all. But Evie was more than one hundred percent certain that he wanted to connect to Kalika … and he was going to use her to do it.But she couldn’t allow that to happen, couldn’t let herself be used by the dark goddess. If she came now, attacked her … Caine would be the first person that she went for. And seeing that he was ready and raring to go? Evie would rather kill him than let him use her. Or so she thought in that moment. Which was all it took.

“NO!” Her foot lashed out at him, heel crashing into his beautifully defined abdomen. Her reaction seemed to come at the same moment of Aurora’s outburst, but she didn’t want him to touch her, not ever again. She’d kick him again, she’d bite and claw if he tried to touch her in any way that wasn’t meant to help them. Aurora was re-directing him, she could tell, but she didn’t care. "Don't let him, don't -- he's --" Nope. Her brain was pretty fried at this point. Coherent sentences were no longer an option.

The phone decided to ring at this moment, of course. Right when conversation seemed to be utterly impossible. Maybe it was Marcus, or Ash, or Silent, or someone to tell her what was happening outside of this room. And it was a good excuse to scramble away from the sexual deviant who had been groping her stomach. Letting go of Aurora's wrists, her knuckles ached to loose their death grip's hold, but she didn't care. Scrambling across the bed, not caring to asking if she should break the line or the contact, Evie lunged for the phone, tremulous gloved hand snatching it from the bedside table. Lifting the screen to eye level, tears sprang from her eyes as she saw who was calling. The screen read "Ash/Call if arrested." Flipping the phone open and pressing it to her ear, she could hardly speak around the sob in her voice. "Ash!? What's happening -- are you okay? Are you hurt?" Legs curled up to her chest, the gargoyles forgotten for a moment. He was okay, hopefully. Everything else could wait.

-- Edited by Evie North at 20:29, 2008-08-19

Ashes Of Faith · Lukois' Lucifer

Standing in the kitchen of the pack house he was distracted momentarily by the antics of Cliff and Lou in the living room. The two of them were playing yet another video game and Ash was seriously beginning to think that they were going to become permanentlty affixed to the couch. Anyday now he would make them get up and go out, but the truth was that he had been enjoying the sounds of their laughter. The week he had taken off when coming back from France had been good for his soul, and given him time he needed with the pack. With one all too noticeable exception.

Beneath the laughter and games of the pack Silents eyes haunted him, and he wondered if she would come home. Not that he blamed her for staying away from him. What he had done was unforgiveable in his eyes, and the fact that he couldn't stop himself from his own feelings only made it worse because he couldn't regret his hurtful decisions. Still part of him just yearned to see her, even from a distance. It was something that he talked about to no one, trying hard to let none of the others know just how bad things were between the Ulfric and Lupa, and how much he died a little bit one day at a time from the loneliness he felt at the absense of her beast. He felt sucked into the jaws of anguish. Life had taught him to fight, to kill what hurt those he loved, but how do you fight yourself when you are the only one hurting the person you love?

With a breath his eyes closed and he drew in the scent of his thick Turkish coffee before lifting it up to his lips for a long drink. Crescents of thick black lashes brushed his cheeks and in his minds eye he could connect the sounds around the house with the people who were there. Lyric in her room getting ready for work, Sledge in the shower, Elena and Vinny by the pool with Mahina who was going back and forth between them and Cliff. So much activity that warmed his heart. Then suddenly like lightning the peaceable sounds of the pack house were broken in his head by a scream that echoed inside the walls of his head.

ASHHHHHH RUN!

Run? Run where? Ash had never heard Evie project so loudly before, he had only a moment to revel at how much her powers had been amplified lately and then everything around him was washed away in a blue black flame that surrounded his soul and tore at his heart. How do you fight something that is inside you? You don't. Simple. You just scream and pray. Lips parted and a ragged scream left his lips as he dropped to his knees. The mug he was holding was dropped on the counter and hot coffee spilled over the paper he had been reading, so much for finding out about the latest Olympic results.

Fluid burned his skin where the hot liquid sloshed and his knees bruised with the force at which he caved to the ground. A hand lifted to hold tight against the naked muscles of his pale scarred chest. For a breif moment he contemplated trying to claw through his own body and dig out the beating muscle of his heart, but he doubted even that could stop this tidal wave threatening him. Gasping his head was thrown back and a howl of pure demented pain leapt from his throat, the dark passenger rebelling at this intrusion even as Ashes fingers carved bloody tracks through his own skin. In that moment his eyes opened wide, but he was blind to anything around him.

His normally electric blue eyes were darkened and they swam with a field of golden starburts. Lapis lazuli. Precious gems of the goddess that bound him. Inside he could feel something moving and shifting, the pulse of heat up his spine as the world went spinning in a kaleidoscope of color and pain. Only someone in this madwomans hold could know that love was truly the most painful thing in the universe, nothing else compared. Then like a shot of adrenaline he felt those lines begin to settle in a new sphere. Evies screams continued in his head and with her shields flung open like that he could see what she was seeing though his own eyes were still blind to the room around him.

The hotel room, the gargoyles, Caines hand on their waist. Ash felt and saw from inside Evie as though in that moment they had become one person. When Caine touched them it burned but it did manage to take away some of Kalikas prescence. Ash felt their revulsion at the promise of sex in the gargoyles stance, and when Evie kicked out at the man he wasn't sure if that was really her action or him acting through her. All those connections the gargoyle had opened were like an unseen transit map inside of his head and that was when he felt the one who now held their marks. This time when sound came from him it was a mere quick intake of breath. This could not be happening. Not him. Anyone but him.

Flames washed over him then and he felt them trying to batter at his heart. This had happened once before with Llidya, but that had been different. There had already been an attraction there, something to draw on. Now all there was was deep resentment and hate. Images of Silent and Llidya flashed through his mind. Love. The smell of the pack suddenly overwhelmed him as he felt hands touching him, the heat and softness of his wolves as some of them came to him on the kitchen floor. Love. He had love in his llife already, and though it caused him pain it was the truest part of his existence. Still, who knew if love was enough to stop this manipulative touch. He didn't know and in that moment he did the only thing he could think to do. Like reaching for a lifeline with the desperation of a drowning man he threw his power out in two directions. One to the gargoyle whose sister screamed for him to save him, and two to the pack surrounding him.

His power seethed through them and drew on their strength to pull himself out of the grasp of the goddess of the damned. Slowly as he blinked he saw the scene of confusion around him and tried to talk. The first time nothing but a ragged moan sounded, but finally he was able to speak.

"Cliff, my phone. Dial Evie."

When the wolf pressed his cell phone to his ear Ash didn't try to move, realizing that his body was propped against Cliff and Mahina, and he was clutching Lou to his chest like he was trying to crush her. The ringing on the line sounded too loud somehow, and harsh to his sensitive ears as he blinked in the light of suddenly seeing eyes. Evies voice, her real voice, not the screaming in his head, was sweet as honey to him in that moment and he bit back a sigh. When he finally found the ability to speak his voice sounded foreign to him, rough with a frog in the throat.

"Evie, you have to see Marcus tonight. Send me the gargoyles and go meet with him. The Lava Lounge will be safe. I'll have wolves there watching."

Ash wasn't entirely clear what was happening, not sure why Tino was suddenly in his head and he had to slam his shields down water tight. He didn't have to know what was happening though. He only had to know that he had had enough of this. No more risks, no more games. This had to be taken care of.

"Send the gargoyles now and get to Marcus. I'll be at the pack house. And Evie," Ash paused for a long moment. "I love you kid."

Hanging up without saying goodbye he turned a bit to look at Cliff and watched the mans worried face for a long time. He was irresponsible and crazy, but he could be trusted. Ash reached out and touched the mans hand, power rippling between them in waves. Where Ash touched Cliff fur began to sprout against his skin and in a wave as smooth as the rustling of silk the man slipped his skin and became a giant wolf, leaving the rest of them resting in a pile of goop. Ash gripped the fur on either side of the wolfs giant head and stared him in the eyes transmitting information to him through that contact in a way that only Ash could. A story in pictures, something for Cliff to deliver to Marcus. With his connection to the wolves Marcus would be able to receive this communication from one of the pack wolves, and it was the only way Ash could think of to send help without opening up his own shields to the other vampires who now were playing hackey sack inside his soul.

"Go Cliff, show Marcus"

Evie had to go. She had to leave them to save all of them. Marcus wouldn't finish the marks, Ash had guessed at that for awhile now. The young telemetric and the vampire falling for one another was ridiculous in so many ways, but he supposed it made sense in the mad world they lived in. Cliff would go and show Marcus these primitive images of their Evie leaving, of the prescence of Tino and Kalika. A vague notion of safety and warmth within the pack. Evie would be safe if she left, that was the message Ash tried to convey, and no one else could know. If Kalika or one of her vampires found out they were trying to send Evie away she would try to stop them, and that couldn't happen. Not while Ash was strong enough to keep them out.

With the giant wolf gone he was left alone with the stunned and staring pack members who had happened to witness the occurance and he tried to climb to his feet without sliding in the wolf goop on the kitchen tiles. Eyes the color of highlighter had come back to him and he no longer looked like the Dark Goddess's spawn as he swept the room with his gaze. Everything looked so bloody normal except for the spilled coffee and the mess on the floor. How could everything look so normal when so much had just suddenly gone so terribly wrong? Growling a bit under his breath he grabbed a cloth from one of the kitchen drawers and began to clean up the mess, hoping that the gargoyles arrival would come sooner than later.

Big Johnson · Crazy Clifford

He was in the middle of beating Lou at Mortal Kombat. He was using Sub-Zero. There was only one more move before he knocked Lou off her sorry butt! Cliff rose from his seat, fingers moving at that blazing speed over the controls. "Mortal Kombat!" Screamed the TV. "HA! Lou!! Gott'cha now!!" Cliff was calling out when the announcer screamed out "Finish Her!" He was about to do Sub-Zero's final move. Standing just right, Sub-Zero's hand moved to grab hold of Kitana's head and rip out her spine. The hand was there Cliff waited anxiously to see her spine get ripped out with that awesome final move when Ash crashed! It was like Duuuuude what the fuck!

"Ash down Ash down!!"

Cliff could only scream as he was sprinting to reach his Ulfric. Lou behind him. There was screaming and a sound not meant to come out a man's throat. Fear slapped Cliff in the face. He reached out to Ash and with the rest of the pack rushing to Ash's side. Covering him in the scents that was home, safety and pack. Swallowing his fear seeing those weird eyes in Ash's face. Cliff pushed out his wolf to his Ulfric. Whatever was happening, whatever those weird eyes meant it wasn't good. Cliff let Ash know he was there with his love. The rest followed in the action giving Ash the love he needed.

(Visions of Marcus) <---*The Rest there*

-- Edited by Big Johnson at 17:32, 2008-08-22

Brother of Stone · Frere de Pierre

Seething he let out a hiss of breath as his sister wailed and Evie kicked him in the stomach. Little bitch. Anger welled up but as soon as he was no longer touching her he couldn't feel that woman in his head anymore and immediately felt more his lazy undercompensating self. That was more like it. Glaring at Aurora he rolled his candy amber eyes at her.

"I would adore the chance sister dear, but I hardly can if petite le for continues to pummel me."

At that moment though it became obvious that he didn't have to reach out to the Ulfric because the Ulfrics power was reaching for him. Just like that night in the garden when he had bound himself to the land this was a moment that hung weighted on the air. Freedom. Gone. In an instant as soon as he took those vows, and yet it was what his sister wished. The first serious thing she had asked of him in centuries. With a sigh of doomed resignation he did what he was being called to do and accepted the Ulfrics power. Clasping the wolf man in his stoney metaphysical embrace and coming up like a granite wall between Ash and Tino. What Aurora was between Evie and Kalika he now could be between Ash and Tino. So who was to stand between Ash and Kalika? They were all fucked six ways from Sunday and he was just waiting to figure out when the festivities would begin.

"It is done. But expect no good to come of it Aurora, and remember that this makes me even less yours."

The words were deep and silken with his accent caressing the sound. Lazy as ever he poured himself down onto the bed while he listened to the little girls phone conversation. Already he felt uncomfortable with the weight of knowledge inside him. Soon, for he knew himself well, all too soon his curiousity would get the better of him and he would go seeking out this vampire he was being used to block. Might as well know who was intruding on his free time.

"Looks like we're going to the pack house. I'm so very glad I came, wasn't doing anything so important that it can't be missed."

Words were spoken with a laugh as he laid back across the bed, lounging like he belonged there. Thoughts drifting to the naked and willing woman who was still waiting in his hotel suite. She would probably realize he wasn't coming back eventually, or maybe she'd be one of those who couldn't bear to leave and would be there so he could finish with her when all this nonsense was through.

Sister of Stone · Soeur de Pierre

Evie was fighting everyone it seemed. Well it served her brother right for the improper touches. Evie breaking away and Aurora staring at Caine as if he was at fault. The sound of Evie's phone and the noise going on the other end. Aurora moved so she could watch Evie speak with the Ulfric. The tapping of Caine's line and soon he was connected to the Ulfric as she was connected to Evie. A stone block between Valentino and the Ulfric.

The question was now, who would block Reine du Damné from the Ulfric? Her hands rising to her face as she pushed them through her hair. Her brother was correct. He had those moments, and actually had a brain behind his lying eyes and serpent's tongue. Looking when he said he was a little less hers now. She wouldn't let him see it. Wouldn't allow him to see the pain that sliced in her stone heart. Crawling closer to his face, Aurora bent to whisper. "You want to be a little less mine." That was all she said in a voice that bitterness wouldn't slip through. The accent not allowing it to be anything less than poetic.

With that she would leave the bed. Her brother wouldn't touch her Charge. He had his own now. Even if the Ulfric wouldn't like it much; or at all. They needed to go to the Pack house. Aurora wished Evie and Marcus luck when they came together for the rest of the evening. The night was coming to an end. She hoped this nightmare would be also coming to a close.

-- Edited by Sister of Stone at 01:48, 2008-08-23

Evie North · Telemetric Trickster

Relief swelled over her at the sound of his voice, a smile breaking across her lips despite it all. He was okay. Well, okay enough to make words. Nothing at all about this situation was anywhere close to okay.

Evie, you have to see Marcus tonight. Send me the gargoyles and go meet with him. The Lava Lounge will be safe. I'll have wolves there watching. She nodded to his instructions, before remembering he couldn’t see her. “Okay, I’ll tell them.” Moving her hand over the receiver, Evie looked to the two gargoyles, choosing to keep her eyes on Aurora rather than her grabby brother. “Ash says to go to the pack house.” She was starting to uncover the receiver, when she added a hasty, “please.” They were French, after all. Manners, and shit.

When she went back to the phone, Ash was reiterating what she needed to do. “Okay, got it.” She nearly hung up, but he spoke her name. The silence stretched between them for what seemed like eternity to her impatient and terrified self, but it was worth it. I love you, kid. Choking back a sob, the small girl on the corner of the bed whispered a heart-felt, “I love you, too. Old man.” See? They were joking. That meant nothing bad could happen. Right? … right.

She hung up without another word, just as he did. They didn’t like goodbyes. Who did? At least now everything was in motion. Months of waiting had come to an end. Kalika had made her move, and they were countering. Evie didn’t know shit about chess, but saying they were playing a deadly game of Connect Four sounded stupid. When Caine lay down on the bed, Evie considered kicking him again, but instead jumped off to get dressed. Slipping into her jeans, she grabbed a t-shirt and bra from her overnight bag before running into the bathroom. “I’ll see you later, just – be careful!” She kept any negative thoughts about Caine to herself, considering he was now tied to Ash. Didn’t seem wise to piss him off.

Once dressed, Evie started on her way. Trying to keep her mind straight, trying to be positive. They’d get through this, the way they always did. Together.