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Angel of Death


Seductive Death

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Date: Aug 19, 2009
Call to Rome's Vampires.
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~That gaze moved to Faith as if he could supply her with knowledge in just a look. Or at least hoping she might pick up on the RHPS blip in his greeting. Yes, he'd attended many of the midnight showings since the release of the film. Though he absolutely did not ever dress up for them. Still Faith had already blood oathed to him. They were bonded in death not once, when he had taken charge of her after Casimirs death, but twice, when he had ripped her soul back from the ether at the Compound. It was a connection deeper than most vampires shared even with their own Sires. She knew what he'd been planning, and with that look he was trying to transmit to her the fact that now was his chosen time for his little announcement to the undead community.~


"Faith, why don't you make our guest comfortable."


~As he went to her he raised a hand to graze her cheek with his fingertips, his other hand passing her the bottle of whiskey he'd been slugging drinks from. When her hand closed around the bottle neck and their fingers brushed he leaned in to press a cool kiss to her cheek before stepping away. No doubt there was plenty that he and Ver needed to discuss alone and away from prying ears and eyes. Though with Azrael the dead were always listening. For the time being though he welcomed the man who had been an unseen accomplice for awhile, and the rest of their discussion could happen after his business for the evening. Letting Faith see to Ver he moved towards the packed earthen wall at the entrance to his home in the catacombs.~


~Long well worn fingers reached to brush the earth there where built in stone gave way to real dirt, fingers clenched and dug with inhuman force into that earth so long ago carved by ancients, and as he did so he peeled back the layers of his sulphorous shields to let the cool whisper of his power loose. For the first time since the incident at the compound he let loose the full mantle of his power, and an unseen wind seemed to sweep the chamber bringing with it the smell of herbs and incense, places of the past so long forgotten to obscurity that they were like a dream. Into the void, into the earth packed with the long dead he sent his power out like a call to those in the city.~


~As he stood with eyes closed his power reached first for those he had already broken bread with, to Jessie the cowboy, Ghost the lost soul, Shakti who was Marcus's chylde, Unity who was recently Jessie's shadow, Solan the dark knight, and in its search that power would also grip Faith and Ver beneath its taloned claw. But since it couldn't call them to a place they already were it would soon dissipate. Usually his questing would stop there, but he pressed onward with his power making it more of a commandment than a request. Doing something he had not done since coming to Rome he called to vampires who were not his in any way. Requiring their presence in a way only a true Master could.~


~Sammuel, Mel'Aknomir, Nemesis, Freddie, and Amber. Vampires he did not know but who his power found and fell upon like a touch from beyond the veil. That power would draw them to him unable to stop themselves unless they had a Master they were tied to already, someone to block his powers call with their own. Uncontented in its restless journey that power stretched out to another level and reached for those closer to him , or perhaps stronger, in power. The one's whose power was the real brunt of the vampiric force. To Eden and Marcus it came like an entreaty, ushering her and welcoming them to his door. Tino would receive a feel of that power as well, but Azrael already had his suspicions that that was one guest who would not be attending this party.~


~Last but not least, his power brushed over Kalika. Coming out of the void and through her like one of her dark dreams he touched her and knew with a certainty that of all the vampires in the city she was the one to fear. She was something so much more superior to him that calling her was about as useless as trying to force the world to spin faster. Changing tactics he spoke and the words came out loud in the catacombs, but somehow he knew that she could hear him.~


"I only ask your blessings Dark Goddess. As Maya binds you from the Courts I ask only that you allow us the freedom to form as we will in this city."


~Fighting Kalika would be useless, he knew that. Even if every vampire in the city went against her he doubted the outcome. So he was simply letting her know of his claim and hoping that she would watch for the outcome rather than interfere in the political movements. His power left her and in one last great burst he sent the call to any others who might answer, including the lycanthropes who he had associations with. Jane he could see like an Aztec gold sun in his mindseye when the power rushed over her, Silent as well would receive a touch of it from their connection, but he knew Silent was not his animal to call and would not have to come to him. Any others who heard and answered that brush of cryptic energy would be a welcome or dangerous surprise.~


~The only person he closed that power off from was Ariadne and her vampire puppet Hannibal. Let them keep their secrets. That was one mess he did not want to step into so early in the process of taking the city for himself. It wasn't something he had wanted to do, no in fact he had put off doing it for some time. Valentino was a powerful man, a man to be respected no doubt, but where leading the cities vampires was concerned he seemed rather busy....or bored with the current stock. So Az was doing what he felt called to do. Turning from the entrance of the catacombs he pulled his fingers from within the earth, crumbles of brown and grey falling to the floor as he did so. Arctic eyes looked to where Ver and Faith were watching him with mingled expressions on their faces.~


"It's begun." ~Well sculpted lips curled in a wicked smile that made his harsh bone structure look even more chiseled. And for a moment that radioactive blonde hair, faraway look, and devil may care smile made him look every bit the Angel of Death he was named for.~ "And now we wait pets, and see what happens."


-- Edited by Angel of Death on Wednesday 19th of August 2009 03:55:59 PM

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Verite


I see Un-Dead people!

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Date: Aug 19, 2009
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As they strolled through the underground maze, Ver strained to find something he could compliment. That’s what one did when one was a guest, correct? Or had all form of manners gone out of fashion while he slept? Eventually he settled on a gentle murmur to the knockout blonde about how secure the place felt. Yes, that would have to suffice.

Eventually they arrived at the Reception Area, but as Ver was about to let himself go right on ahead (to hold the door for the lady, of course), Faith pitched herself into the doorway in the dramatic pose of a bygone era model. It brought an immediate, handsome grin to Ver’s lips. Hey, maybe he’d had a male soulmate for a solid chunk of a century, but after 300 years, he could appreciate pretty much any beauty of the flesh, especially if it was going to throw itself in front of a doorway like that for him. “If there’s a magic word, I have to admit, Azrael didn’t mention it to me." ….close friends though that we are. His face bore the appropriate levels of apology, despite the still-going-strong winsome grin. “And if guests are meant to wrestle their way through the door, I suggest you spare yourself the embarrassment. I’m pretty strong." He flirted, shamelessly.


All of the jest of the moment was suddenly gone, however, when behind Faith--over her head or through her arm or to the left of her breast, filling the room despite his moderate size--was Azrael. Verite had never seen him before, honestly, as he’d confided to Eden. But as soon as the man appeared, he simply knew who it was. There was no masking the presence, the mental energy he commanded. Verite felt the world dip dangerously around him, as his Heliotrope shield reconciled the approach and recognized what should be its Master. And Verite was none-too-gently reminded of his purpose in this city, why he had come, all those timeless discussions through the thick curtains of sleep that brought him so near to death that his mind could brush Azrael’s across the veil.

And it wasn’t until Azrael entered the same room as Verite that the younger vampire began to feel them—the whispers, the shadows, the dead. They were everywhere. Were they here because they were drawn to Azrael? Had he summoned their morbid company? Or did they habitually fill most chambers of this age and import, and it was only because Verite was so near to the Master of his Heliotrope cloak that he became hyperaware? Oh, he couldn’t do anything about them. Name them or sway them or be affected by them. But he knew they were there as sure as he knew oxygen was, though he couldn’t necessarily prove that, either.

After a few heartbeats, the fog lifted and the wave of first impression passed. Ver was able to take in the coat, the whiskey bottle, the accent. What Azrael actually looked like---especially those ice-cold eyes. These were the details that mattered on this end of the spectrum. They grounded him, and he was able to at last brush past Faith with a carefully aimed wordless glance: I told you so. If he was going to pretend they were pals, he’d have to act like it, now wouldn’t he? And he let himself into the room.

“Good to…see you." He commented. “Yes, I uh…wasn’t quite sure I’d make it out myself. But here I am."

If only he’d known that Azrael was—surprised? disappointed?—by his appearance, after having met him through his mind’s eye. He’d be happy to take that as a compliment. Not everyone wore their presence and powers as well, as strongly, as confidently as Azrael. Verite didn’t. He was nearly pretty in appearance, and spent his life trying to be unassuming, not to leave too much of an impression anywhere, to blend in. But that didn’t necessarily stand for all that he was and all that he could be—in fact, it concealed it. Wasn’t that actually the point? Yes, he’d take that as a compliment. With his powers on the fritz, even the power to successfully come off unassuming was something he’d graciously accept.

Before any more niceties could be exchanged, Azrael set about his incantation. The swift change in mood, the contrast with Ver’s own agenda in this place, struck him silent. And so did the act he was privileged to witness—a true and actual ritual call to vampires by an incredibly powerful Master Vamp. You could live many lifetimes and never see a man like this unbridle and loose his powers in such a way. Perhaps it was compounded by the mask he wore, the ability to feel Azrael so much more personally in the guise of his Court--but Verite was sobered, honored, and electrified by the call.

He cut a glance to Faith, wondering how it would affect her. Then moved his bright blue eyes back to Azrael. He cleared his throat softly and stretched his fingers, flexing his hands to fists and back a few times, in lieu of shivering the feeling out through his spine the way a dog might shed water. “About that. Forgive my ignorance; but what…did…just happen?"

Unusual night indeed.

 

 



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MastersCall


Sensual Master Vampire

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Date: Aug 19, 2009
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(Ambers mun has given me permission to NPC her character for this thread since she is currently on OOC LOA. Thank you. -E)

:::Bliss. It was a place like no other...a land of incomparable beauty and darkness and a playground for the living and undead alike. How such a place had been bequeathed to the posession of a Master Vampire who had once called himself a Father of the Holy Mother Church wasn't so much a mystery as a story for another day. This was Marcus's domain, the club and all that lay within it, and for the moment he was giving Amber a tour. The two of them hadn't seen one another since being in Salem and he was only too pleased to know all that the girl had to share with him.:::

:::There was a kindness to how Marcus treated the young vampire that was all his own. A benevolence of spirit that like his warm and silken power made you want to get closer rather than draw away. Everything about him was simple in its beauty, the golden hair, the charming smile, because beneath all of it there was just Marcus. A man who loved deeply and by letting himself it increased his gifts. Though some found him sexy and though eyes in the club followed his movements like he was a wanton thing it wasn't sex appeal that wafted around him. No, it was love and the promise of love in all its varied forms. That was what kept people coming through the doors of his kingdom.:::

::When he felt Azrael's call he stopped...a soft hand touching Amber lightly as his own power lessened the blow of the call for her and for Shakti wherever she was at that moment. Azrael did not so much demand Marcus to come as entreat and after a moment of thought on his part he began to move towards the ground floor of Bliss to make his way through the club and towards where that font of power was coming from.::::

:::As he went he allowed Shakti to feel the call through him and let her know by that that he intended for her to answer. Amber of course was at his side already, and he let her hand rest on his arm as he went down the stairs and into the catacombs that he himself had helped appoint this dark angel. Even in the dark he seemed to shine with a golden light all his own. Aurulent features made all the more noticeable by the austere clothing he wore. Simple black button down shirt, black slacks, black shoes. All that was missing was the vestigial white collar and he would look every inch the part he had so often played in life. Marcus, the proverbial priest. It would have been a lot more believeable if he didn't look so inappropriately good even in that simple garb.:::

"Don't be afraid mia dulce."

:::Soothing voice as smooth and rich as honey comforted Amber as they moved through the dark passages. If it came to a battle between he and Azrael who would come out the victor? Truly he wasn't certain, but that was no matter. Marcus had ruled the city of Salem once had found the job lacking. It wasn't in him to control and punish nor to hold the responsibility of a city in his beautiful hands. He preferred to be allowed to tend to his family, to the people he cared for, and would happily leave the ruling of a city to someone else. If Tino had come to him in such a way the reaction would have been the same, but Tino had never come. So it was, and so it would be.:::

:::Moving through the opening into the carved out space that was Az's living area Marcus's enchanting lapis colored eyes looked from one face to the other. Faith and Azrael were of course familiar, but the new man was a mystery. Smiling at Ver...the movement of lips making dimples crest in his cheeks....he heard what the man had asked.:::

"That sconosciuto is a call to power. A challenge." :::Golden flecks in the depths of his blue eyes sparked with power and made those eyes seem to draw you in, pull at you and make you want to lose yourself in their gaze. But just as they worked their magic on Ver Marcus turned to look at Azrael.::: "Am I correct vecchio amico? Do you mean to take the city for your own?"

:::Such innocence in his voice as he asked the question all who heard that call would no doubt be asking themselves. Marcus knew others would come. Azrael was too strong for them not to, and so he kept Amber near him as he moved towards the fireplace and took up a stance there of watchful curiousity as the others wandered in one by one.::::

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Mary Jane


Stripped T-R-O-U-B-L-E

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Date: Aug 19, 2009
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Tiger stripped nail tapped at the filtered end of the clove. Bringing the end to her lips, Jane took in the final drag of the black before crushing it out. Grabbing some hand spray to clean her fingers of the smell. A bad habit had been slowly forming within the older Bradshaw woman. Perhaps it was just the draw back of being tied to a vampire who smoked. At least what Janey was smoking tasted better than any cowboy killer on the market.

Sliding the glass door open. Boots dragged against the place mat that lead from the indoors to the outside. The door clicked behind her as she walked through the kitchen and out into the more open dinning room and past where the stairs lead to the bedrooms. Though the boys were downstairs in their own little hideaway. Jane made it so they had their own secret place to go and still be part of the house. It was their own world connected to the rest of the house. In no way to alienate them, just giving them a place for them to be them.

Jane's mind traveled down the path to Adam next. He had stepped down and in a way he was still there for the Horde. Jane felt his presence every bit as before, though more subtle. He was a constant hum within the walls of the house and within the walls of the Horde. He added to the love within the house. She believed there was love here, even if she fought with some, one especially.

Bare hand slid upwards as she thought of Raine. Raine who had finally taken a place in the Horde again. No hard feelings were towards the woman at all. Jane had followed what she believed had been the correct path. She guessed now, it had been wrong on all accounts. She was supposed to stand next to Brady, follow him like the rest of the Horde did. Which could have been the proper interpretation of her vision. A sigh crossed her lips.

A sigh which soon turned into a gasp as she walked past her new Khan's door. It was slightly ajar. Knees buckled when she felt Azrael's power like a force of ice in her veins. One hand pushing at Brady's door fully open. Taking in a deep gulp of air. Aztec gold eyes staring at Brady who she guessed could feel the call. Slowly standing, hands brushing the Tigger boxers she wore. The tank was one she stole from Pa's when Jane had been home. The only thing that was completely all Jane was the black rattle snake boots still on her feet.

She knew she was going to go to Bucky's call. Her beast paced now within the flesh confine of her body. Lips parting while looking at Brady. They shut again, staring at her Khan. If this had been Adam, she would have walked out, never wanting to bother the man. He was so much peace and love. Jane hated soiling him with her problems. Could be why she never really got so close, not till now.

Brady was not Adam. Her eyes staring at his figure. His power like a roaring tame fire. Jane knew if Brady wanted he could release that fire and command her to stay. That was not why she did next. Crossing the threshold of his room. Walking till she could reach him. Her head bowed, eyes lowered in a submissive jester.

"Ah'ma askin ya permission ta go ta him, mah Khan."

Looking at Brady's face. She frowned, her lips going flat and nearly bloodless. He was handsome. That deep handsome real true southern gents were.

"Will ya come wit me?"

The words carefully said. She wanted him to come. Woman and beast felt it necessary that he should be at her side. To share in this with her. To know her Vampire Master.

"Please..."

Was said lastly hoping he understood how hard it was for Jane to not just run out and do whatever she wanted. That she was trying to really be part of the Horde as she should be and follow someone fully this time.

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Silent


Silent Howls

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Date: Aug 19, 2009
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In the world of the swamp wolf chaos reined...Even in  sleep.  Long naked legs barely kissed by the sun legs were twisted and laced in the black silk sheets...That barely covered her...The dreams of god knows what haunting her chaining her down in the world of Silent's mind. Those long color full ropes fanned around her face...She was sure there had been others in the bed with her when she had fallen asleep...But with her kicking and moving...They had gone to their own beds.

But that all came to a stop as that cooling sense...A feeling of complete peace...Washed over her...The quick breaths stopped and she stilled. And felt completely calm. That sense was enough to wake her from the world of sleep.This feeling wasnt a stranger...But she hadnt felt it since Hawaii...Though she was sure she felt it once when Llydia and herself were in Salem.Tri colored eyes searched the room...How strange she felt the weak tug of Azrael after almost a year of silence between them.

Frowning she would grab her pants from the floor beside the bed and grab one of Ash's beat up black tees. Sitting only a moment to pull on those red boots and leave Ash a text.

"Somethings going on. Ill explain more when I get back home. ILY. Sil"

Tucking her cell in her pocket she headed down the hall and out the door...Soon that red chevy was speeding well over the speed limit down the country road down towards town and towards Bliss...She didnt know exactly what was up...Eighter way she was going...Azrael had saved her once from her own personal hell. He had been a part of her..Even if those ties that once held them together had faded..Something remained...He still held a small part of her.

Pulling into bliss she would toss the cigarette out the window into the parking lot...Not evening wanting to deal with the lines of bliss she passed everyone..Smiling some to the large bouncer...She was sure the vampire knew something  was up...But She wasnt about to ask..Throwing up her hands she would mouth the words she didnt have anything to the check girl and would make her way threw the crowd.

The sea of bodies crushing against each other in the most primal of dances.Silent would of jumped in happily with the crowd had that haunting calmness not washed over her.Fingers twisting at the colorful dreadlocks.Nervously making her way down into the catacombs the cool eerie feel of the world beneath bliss so different from the world above. Sure she didnt have to come here..Plenty of times since she left the house she told herself this could be a bad idea...But she needed to know..Curiosity killed the cat..Not the wolf.

Her chin raised up sniffing the air..Letting her nose be her guide...Leading her to the new home of Azrael...Coming to the room just in time to here Marcus's question...Taking over the city? A brow would arch as those tri colored hues moved to the dark angel.Wasn't Valentino master here? Oh she didnt know. Moving towards Marcus she would brush her cheek against his a moment...Waiting to here more about this. So for the moment...She was here...Though she wasnt saying much yet.

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Faith


Vampire Reporter Extroardinaire

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The cool tingle slithering down her spine was all too familiar. It was a sensation Faith had began to associate with Azrael. An early warning detection system if you will, that was at its most potent when they were in the catacombs. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation at all, but it was Other. Faintly Faith knew exactly what it was. The presence of creatures equally undead as the Vampires, but completely different in their metaphysical and physical makeup. They were spirits, ghosts, apparitions, boogedey woogedeys, name them what you will, and they were there in the walls and in the floor. All around them, circling and moving through and around everyone that passed beneath Bliss.

So far Faith had managed to avoid thinking about them too much. Thinking about something gave it weight, and Faith had proffered the ghosts stay in her imagination rather than her reality.  The tingle slithering down her spine was all she allowed herself to feel.  How Azrael stood the sure knowledge that the undead (the really, really, really undead) were among them she had no idea and she did not envy him his powers one bit


It was when Verite spoke up that the words "It's one of the Master's...affairs" poped into her head. Faith was about to say them out loud but caught herself just in the nick of time. And for some godforsaken reason The Time Warp lyrics assaulted her brain for a brief moment before common sense had reasserted itself with vengeful violence. Right now was seriously not the time, and it was sad how little it took to set her mind brain in different directions. 

Or maybe it was endless nervous energy that chose that moment to surge up out of it's hidey hole and fill her up from head to toe. The vampire was positively vibrating with the need to move and do something in order to alleviate some of the excitement that was building up. And the moment has been building up hasn't it. Faith had been feeling something growing within her Master for a while now and now that it was here, she (not him) wasn't ready. It was so abrupt it left her nearly breathless. Good thing she didn't breath.

Yet as Faith glanced around the "room" she couldn't keep the pride, she was feeling, off her face. It was there in her smile, the way her eyes glowed red and the way her fangs filled her mouth. In that moment, surrounded by others Faith didn't need to hide behind a human mask. There was no reason, she was what she was. A vampire. An undead creature of the night, Blahhh! A life challenged American in Rome.

What ever the label Faith wasn't ashamed or regretting the strange hand of cards life had dealt her. If anything she was happy for it. Because of the turns of the road and the life choices she'd made Faith now stood where she stood, at her Master's side as he rose up to take the reigns of the City.  It brought a tear to her eye, which she quickly wiped off...

...And noticed what she was wearing. Where the dress was short and tight and fit her body like a glove, the splashes of the beverage she enjoyed earlier were hardly the finishing touches it needed.  It didn't seem fitting that this was what she should have been wearing on a night when something as paramount as Azrael's upcoming ascension (there was no  maybe in Faith's mind.  Well, there was, but that was the cynical and overly analytical part of her brain coming up with a "what if" after "what if.' And after a while Faith just shut that part away, ignoring the annoying voice. It was better that way.) 

Still, as she glanced across the small space at Vertie and noted his own clothing...Faith didn't feel so bad about her lack of proper wardrobe. The two of them kind of matched so it looked intentional enough for her. Smiling at him, Faith wiggled the bottle in his direction, a wordless question to see if he wanted a drink. Acutally, was she supposed to serve drinks? Were there supposed to be? Was there even an etiquette book about this...? The second Faith felt that nervous energy bubbling up and steering her head in one of the odder directions, she promptly  went to neatly cap the bottle and set it aside for later. Maybe she should have changed to a French Maid outfit...

Soon after others arrived. Marcus and guest, and Silent. God she hadn't seen the woman, (no werewolf, Faith got that part now loud and clear) since Hawaii, and it took her a moment to wonder why the hell she was here now of all places.  Moving to stand by Verite, Faith made sure she was close enough to Azrael so all she had to do was reach out and touch him.  Looking at Marcus, Faith smiled and offered a light wave of her hand in greeting. The woman he brought along, she didn't know but she mouthed "Hello" to her as well. Sil got a nod, Faith knew the other woman wasn't her biggest fan before. If time changed that or not, Faith didn't know, still she was brought up to have manners and so she smiled warmly at the werewolf and tried very hard not to poke her head into the woman's aura.

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Unity I Am


Strawberry Short Cake

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Long tapered fingers moved while Unity read the mapped out locations of sea stars that she was going to do her next batch of research on. Power laced down her spine, pulling the pretty blond hairs on the back of her neck up. Extra long lashes gave a double blink in Jessie's direction.

Unity had been a constant shadow to Jessie since coming to Rome. When she was not diving the ocean at night she was running about town with him. Tonight was a slow night, and they were home. Guess it wasn't as slow as Unity thought. Her head turning finding that Azrael was the soul source of that tingly power. It was luring her to his side. Dropping her pencil on the map, eyes of ever-after blue searching Jessie's face. Only a nod told her that she should go with him.

"What is going on Jessie?" Plush red lips moved whispering in his ear. This was different. If Az wanted to call them he could have just yelled. This tingly power riding down her spine causing all kinds of sensations was very very different indeed. She hadn't felt this even when she had been first turned. The whole importance of it was unknown to Unity.

Eyes went wide seeing the Roman God in his black on black finery. Lips parting making a perfect cute little 'O' of surprise. Catching the end of his words. Lashes fluttered again in confusion. A bid for the city? Kind of exciting. Unity was already tossing her vote with Azrael.

She slipped her hand to clasp Jessie's rougher palm with her own. Lacing her fingers with his own, she waited. Jessie may not be her sire, but she followed him since he was a much nicer man than the one who sired her. Azrael she believed was well trusted and she liked him for opening his home to her.

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Verite


I see Un-Dead people!

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Date: Aug 20, 2009
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Sconosciuto? Vecchio Amico? Man, Verite just had to learn Italian. He tried not to demonstrate how bewildered he was (overall, not just by the terms of address, which when ushered through Marcus's lips each seemed like private names that should be whispered through the dark to a lover). Although, quite frankly, even the English bits sounded far away and foreign when Marcus gave that little sexy smile with the dimples and—oh god damnit. Verite hated Orchis. Not really, but he could hardly tolerate the thought of how far he was likely to fall if he wasn’t so quick to pick them out. Only in reassuring himself that he could identify what they were and thereby separate charisma from rationale could Ver get ahold of himself. In his youth, he had tried all of the different masks of the Courts, like many-colored flowers one could pin in their lapel, but that was a long time ago. Being around Orchis, however, as he tried to fit into their world, even for a short experimental time, had left somewhat of a lasting effect on him. And just as Faith didn’t seem to covet Azrael’s talents, Verite had no envy for Marcus’s nature. Theirs was so opposite—he, to not want too much attention, and the beautiful Master Marcus who thrived on it. With a blink, Marcus had moved aside and the spell was broken, leaving Ver to slide his eyes downward and away, taking pause to collect himself and think about what had just been said.

 

But before he could ask a question or even properly introduce himself either to Marcus or the girl he escorted, others began to drift into the room. How had they gotten here so fast?? Certainly not by metro, that much Ver knew.

 

Again, no introductions, nothing. Sure, there was other business afoot (Verite could barely begin to comprehend its vast scope), but really, it grated mildly on his old-world sensibility not to have footing with names, faces, class…. He took a slow deep breath, hoping that the busty blonde who remained nearest to him (his spill twin) didn’t see his obvious effort to—again—collect himself in the space of only a few moments. And then as he exhaled just as softly, he remembered that he’d just arrived, had no place here, relied on Azrael, and hadn’t a moment to speak with him yet. Maybe it was a blessing that he hadn’t had to make acquaintances or answer questions, yet.

 

But perhaps the girl had noticed that he was a little tightly-wound, for she discreetly wiggled that bottle at him…and he was tempted…then at last decided to take it from her and knock back a sip—ugh, whiskey, the sad man’s feast—tasting the lips of the previous two still on the head of the bottle—before slipping it back to her so she could close it and put it away. He tried to feel out everyone in the room, but the atmosphere was so tense and unidentifiable that it was hard to get a good solid reading on every participant. He’d have to trust his good instincts and roll with the punches on this one. Faith might feel incredibly secure among her kind, but Verite wasn’t given that leisure. He was always at risk; he could only romanticize a room full of vampires where he’d actually belong.

 

Though scholars held long and verbose debates on the matter of socialism among vampires, Ver personally held it true that though they were quite capable of being alone, they did truly like to be all together, for both practical reasons--strength and security in numbers--as well as for a more humane sense of belonging. He was not exempt. Despite being hunted, he still preferred to be around them than without. And this felt…it just felt right, that was all. Familiar, though he’d never claimed any Court much less met a sole occupant of this room before. There was a predominant nervous energy in the air, but he didn’t feel that he was personally in harm’s way. Quite the opposite.

 

“So…" He offered quietly to the girl beside him, though with their senses, everyone else could probably hear just as clearly, “…am I not to make an appointment with the Primogen, to request entrance to this city?" Damn; he’d picked out an outfit and everything. No, seriously. Verite was having to put a little effort into his wardrobe, these days. Europeans dressed so differently than New Yorkers (especially those he’d cavorted with in 1872).

 

 



-- Edited by Verite on Wednesday 26th of August 2009 11:58:27 PM

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Arthur


Cursed Kitten

Posts: 21
Date: Aug 20, 2009
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Arthur was enjoying being a cat too much.At least tonight...He was having one of his I know something important is going on but hey...lets make your oh so black black as my soul clothes...Covered in fur.Dual colored hues looked up at Azrael as he spoke.Knowing all to well the words he spoke. Even if the man thought other wise.

A smile almost to human for the feline race..At least one belived to be a actual house cat....Crossed Arts feline face, as Art knocked him off his lap...Much to Arts dismay...He found him self having a great respect for blond master...But lucky for Art just as one lap was lost...That beautiful blond came in...With a male in tow.

Happily Art laced himself around Faith's legs. Figures the first female in almost sixty years to catch his eye...Was a vampire and had no chance to know he existed.Well other then to dress him up as her pet fluffy and carry around Bliss as she played the valley girl. Or to be used as a lap prop by Jesse when decided he was gonna do his evil laugh.Ya know one of those crazed bald guys with small fluffy cats wanting a billion trillion dollars or they would blow up the earth not realizing that would be pointless since they would die themselves?

Glancing to the male he would nod some before taking his place on Faiths lap (or rubbing against her leg if shes not sitting down)Watching each person as they arrived..All just merely another person in the room save the wolf...Who would be hissed at...What...He was a cat after all...You know that whole kitty vs dog thing.

But that was merely a bump in the road he was excited to see what would happen tonight...He didnt know anything about vampire politics...So this would be intresting...Maybe once things were in place he would let his presence be known.

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Whisper


follow the whispers in the dark

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Date: Aug 20, 2009
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It was past the bewitching hour. Eden had come back from Bliss dropping off another present for Azrael. Whisper was right where Eden had left her a few hours ago. Perched on the glass counter of the store. This time however that month's issue of Guns and Ammo resting in her tiny hands. Her head was bent slightly looking down at the glossy pictures and descriptions of the latest weapons making the markets. Thoughts passing like shadows in her mind thinking of what new exciting toys could she get for the gym.

Eyes lifted from her page to see Eden passing her for what seemed like the fourth time. False lashes with long purple feathers kissed the fae's cheeks in a slow blink. The feathers matching the attire Whisper wore. A deep orchid colored tank top with matching commando hot pants in a shinny fabric. The same material was used for her boots. Long knee high boots with ballerina points. Short pixie cut hair with the many colored strains brushing only the tops of bare shoulders. 

A shiver passed down her back. A faint thing compared to what she knew Eden was feeling in that moment. A smirk crossed her lips. Eyes turning back down to her page. Azrael was calling. Calling for Eden. The shiver she had felt was pale compared to what she knew Eden would be feeling. A strong pull to come to the master vampire's side. A vampire Whisper liked on every account. Mainly because he would do her mistress some good.

Knowing her mistress, the woman would fight herself. She had a strict policy with who she followed. Even if that meant sticking to someone who was doing nothing but harm for her. Lips twisted in anger thinking of the current Primogen and how he wasn't doing anything for Eden.

"You know he is the best choice."

Whisper said. Eyes of midnight velvet with the ever glittering specks of silver not glancing up and over to Eden. Letting a pause pass between them. The shifting of a sheet as she turned the page.

"He will make a use of you and what you can offer. Unlike the current Master."

Another pause. Eyes lighting up seeing a new sort of ammo. Grabbing a pen she marked it.

"Your blood sings to be used. You know that. Don't go and you'll know it will eat at you... Mistress."

The last word was stressed in almost in a mocking way. She used it to bully Eden into action. Saying exactly what Eden already knew.

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Faith


Vampire Reporter Extroardinaire

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Date: Aug 20, 2009
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It was hard for Faith not to reach through the small space that separated her from Verite and to...pinch his cheeks. She didn't know why she had the sudden impulse to do it, she just knew if she didn't find something for her hands to do she would do that and Vampire or Human, that'd just be rude. Arthur the Cat to the rescue!

His fur tickled her ankles and Faith was suddenly relived at her choice of a rather skimpy dress. If she went with the black slacks she was eyeing in her closet earlier, she'd have ended up with a nice dose of white cat hair on the material right now. With a coo of delight, Faith bent down and retrieved the hissing ball of fluff that was so dear to her heart and folded the small creature against her chest cradling him the way he liked it. One arm underneath his body and the other curled around him, holding him in place so he could swivel his head around. Some fierce bloodsucker she was at that moment with a giant pussy cat in her arms. Yes, fear her. FEAR! Gif her your blood! "Shhh Arthur, it's not polite to hiss at guests" Her voice was as nearly on par with the purr the cat was emitting while in her arms. God she loved that sound. Faith had always figured if she were mortal and had insomnia it was a soothing purr like his that might lull her to sleep. But that was the one benefit of being undead. You slept through the day whether you were tired or not. It was kind of nice actually. And speaking of nice. Looking over at Verite Faith flashed him a bright smile as she angled the cat in her arms so she could catch one of the paws and use it to wave a hello at the Vampire. "This is Arthur, say hi Arthur." The cat just stared, his eyes downright glowing by firelight looking around with an expression of boredom mingled with benevolence that people were allowed near his presence, that only cats could get away with.

“So…am I not to make an appointment with the Primogen, to request entrance to this city?" That question was actually a good one. Looking from Verite to Azrael and back again, Faith simply rolled one shoulder in a Gaelic sort of shrug. It could have both meant everything and nothing. Who knew? Shrugs were an incredibly underestimated method of communication. But since no one had made an English to Shrug dictionary Faith went with the verbal response. Her own voice pitched as low as Verite's. She could have spoken out loud, but this moment in time demanded reverence, and if it was in form of a church whisper then Faith could roll with it. "Ideally...yes. However, you might want to hold off on doing that right this minute." Looking away from Verite she made it a point to stare at Azrael. What she wanted to do most was to point to her master and tell Verite that hell, he might as well ask Azrael right here and now Buuuuut, that was counting the zombie chickens before they rose back to life and that was a No No. "...Soon though."

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Solan


Vampiric Hearthrob

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Date: Aug 20, 2009
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Oh this was going to be so good! The dark knight was already busting his chops, answering the call of that fimliar power to that fimilar old friend. There was only one. Master vampire that Solan would answer to, someone that he even himself trusted with his own life and would stand and fight by their side and this was Azrael even though he held on to the words of their last meeting, togeather to keep himself safe and out of trouble to join him and be on his side. Well what the fuck are you waiting for? Entering the catacombs he felt, tingling power ignoring the dead as he made his way down the winding stairway to where the rest fellowshipped togeather to see what all the fuss was about. Even if this man was a thousand miles away from his friend it might take him a little while to answer but Solan would come when the time was right and that time was once again. Now.  



Once he came through, and entered through the doorway hands crossed behind his back. Seeing a little quite collection Azrael had going on here that answered his call, vampires he's not seen before in this City. One that was fimliar to him was Faith. The vampire never did quite have a small talk or a talk at all with her they had their run in to each other but then Solan would do that disappering act. Wonder who he gotten it from. Listening to the Masters last word and the vampires talking among themselfs.  



"You rang?" he said, as a smirk creased along his lips.  









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Ghost


Soul Searching

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Date: Aug 21, 2009
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-The road into Rome had stretched out before him like a dark ribbon which he followed to the accompanying sound of the old ThunderBirds rattling engine and the music of the Dead Boys screaming through the slightly static-filled speakers. Between his legs a bottle of electric red fluid was held, now and then lifted to his mouth for a drink that would fill him like a rush each time. Being what vampires might refer to as a vegetarian he subsisted constitutionally on the synthetic blood that was a recent invention. The fluid made his body warm as he drove with the night a blanket outside the open windows of the old car.-

-He was already headed towards Bliss when the call came, and upon feeling Azraels touch upon him his ghostly pale hand gripped the steering wheel hard and had to jerk to the left to correct the sudden jutting jag he'd thrown the car into when that power hit him. Having been set to his own devices for awhile Ghost was unsure what this was about, but a secret thrill rushed from the long untamed spikes of his caramel hair to the tips of his toes at the idea of what might be happening. So with excitement baring down inside him he pushed his sneakered foot harder on the pedal and pushed the rusty car to greater speeds.-

-The pile was shaking by the time he coaxed it into a parking spot in the lot behind Bliss and climbed out. A sudden deafening silence filling the air when the music was so abruptly cut off from the key being pulled from the ignition. Ghost didn't mind the meditative quality of the silence, however brief it lasted. For soon he was being allowed access to a back door of the club and passing into the noisy frantic crush of activity that was the backstage area of Club Bliss.-

-At the moment there was no time to fall into that activity, ignoring the dancers voices as he passed them and headed for the entrance to the catacombs and the return of that crushing silence. By now his pale face had gone from excitement to a subtle hint of uncertainty as he got closer to his Master. Through the invisible prescence of the undead he moved, having to close shields around his powers so it wouldn't interfere, and finally he walked into a room teaming with others of his kind as well as some things that were definitely too warm to be living impaired.-

-Eyes like moon soaked mist flitted over the faces both known and unknown, a pale hand lifted to wave to Jessie and his protegee where they stood as he made his way to where Faith stood with a man he didn't know. Seeing that Azrael was quite busy in that moment he sidled up to these other two and gave a nod to the new man.-

"I'm Molochai."

-One of those ghostly pale hands was offered to Verite before he looked at Faith as if for explanation. She looked riveted by the activities going on and didn't seem to be forthcoming with an answer, so like everyone else he waited to see who would come into the room next. Ghost was smart enough to figure out that whatever Azrael had to say he wouldn't want to be repeating endlessly. So with patience in his demeanor Ghost was happy to wait for explanation until the crowd had settled in and Azrael was ready to tell them something.-

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Hazardous


Hazardous to your Heath

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Date: Aug 21, 2009
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"Your blood sings to be used. You know that. Don't go and you know it will eat at you......Mistress."
 

Whisper had a way of saying just the right thing in a way that made it sound like a curse. From where she stood Eden could see her blood doll nonchalantly flipping pages in her Guns and Ammo magazine as if they were talking about the weather rather than loyalty and the fate of a city. But what could one expect from the sidhe, even part sidhe. In Edens mind Whisper could not be expected to understand what this meant and how deeply it would go against the grain of her nature to give up on someone she had taken an oath to. But for a long time now she had felt as if it were not she who had given up, but rather the other way around.
 

"Sidhe."
 

Eden said the word as if she were accusing Whisper of something as she walked past the girl, the counter, the equipment and towards the door. She'd changed since returning from dropping off Ver, out of the simple terrycloth bag and into a pair of tight fitted jeans and a loose sleeveless grey top. On the way out the door she reached for the khaki coat hanging on a peg nearby and with a swirl of fabric that made the trench coat seem more like a cape she donned the item and tied it tight against the flat cinch of her waist.
 

As she got back into the 442 Oldsmobile and strapped in she kept telling herself that she was not going for any other reason than to see what Azrael was about. What his purposes and plans were. Then she would go see Tino, if he would see her, and try to figure out what the next move should be. She had hoped that the words she had spoken to him as he lay bleeding on the floor of the Gladiator Forum would have made some difference to him, but time had shown that it hadn't. And Whisper was correct, Edens blood did sing to be used. It was killing her to have a Master who ignored her usefulness. But for the time being she was still set on the course of being an observer. What would happen from there had yet to be seen.
 

Moving with the fluid stealth of a hunter she hip checked the car door closed and went into Bliss through the back entrance. Already her blood was alive with the feel of power that the place always held. Power so different from her own that the two were hardly recognizeable as both being vampiric. Down, down, down she went into the depths of hell that was Azrael's domain and when she walked in on the growing group of people her eyes at once went to the two most powerful vampires there.
 

It was simply ingrained training that made those dual colored eyes snap from Azrael to Marcus and back again. The fact was that if Valentino did come, if a challenge was issued, she was still oathed to Tino. As such she would fight for him. So it only made sense to keep her eyes on the two there who were the most dangerous. After that she let her gaze wander around to the others in the room. Faith, her pupil, looked keen and in high spirits over the occasion. A fact she supposed was only to be expected. Ver looked complacent if a bit nervous which was also to be expected under the strange circumstances he had walked into on his first day here.
 

Giving a nod to both of them she moved towards an unoccupied area set apart from the rest where she could keep an eye on what was happening. Back leaned against the wall she lifted one foot and pressed it to the wall behind her, knee cocked, so she could push off if she needed to. In her survey of the crowd she caught sight of the colorful wolf woman and felt the beast inside her stir restlessly wanting to get closer. Trying to suppress that urge she nodded to Silent and then kept silent vigil waiting to see what was coming.


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Kalika


Kali Incarnate

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Date: Aug 21, 2009
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-As of yet she had not made her precense truly felt in the city of Rome. Oh, she had played a bit, laid her hand upon some that she still felt drawn to, but for the most part she remained lost in the securing of her own small fortress within the city. Set towards making their situation there as sumptuous and comfortable as she felt they all deserved. With talons dug deep into the unconscious of the city Kalika bided her time and listened to the whispers of power that ran through the city. Rarely could eagerness be tempted from her contenance, she much preferred to hold her hand until she knew where best to strike or lay her claim.-
 

-Standing on the roof of the building they had bought a penthouse in she was surrounded by a man made Eden. A garden of delights that hid night blooming flowers and the kind of beauty that took a master artist to produce. The scent of those flowers wafted on the warm breeze like a tantalizing call from another place. And within the fold of those blossoms she smelled the sweet pungent aroma of blood. Hidden deep in that rooftop garden were people, victims of Silks venom, wrapped in tenebrous spiders ribbon and trapped for feeding from the small coven Kalika called her own.-
 

-The hands that clasped the balcony were of such perfect design that they seemed carved of flesh rather than born in the womb of humanity. Elegant fingers gripped the overlook as a breeze played in the long loose tendrils of her effortlessly curled black hair, swirling it past the smooth curve of her cheeks as the winds picked up. On that wind came a call from within the bowels of the city, reaching up towards her from earth to concrete to wind and beseeching her in a way she found....appropriate.-
 

-Though Kalika had no desire to rule any city of her own, and was truly unsure if she could with Maya clasp still upon her arm, she still believed that she was to be treated with the reverence of a ruler, of a goddess. Yes, she preferred her place as a Goddess. So it was that Azrael's entreaty pleased her as it whispered at the hollow unlit edges of her mind. Rolling thoughts passed through her as she wondered what Valentino would do about this situation. She rather fancied the idea of watching the two men battle one another, oiled and stripped and without weapons she could well imagine the spectacle that would be and it made her soft lips curl into a smile that was so beautiful it would almost be painful to look upon.-
 

-Politics were one of her many skills, but she had always preferred to be a guiding hand for her own designs rather than standing in the spotlight herself. Whether Valentino ruled or Azrael ruled she had no doubt that it would do nothing to hinder her machinations in the days to come. So let them fight, let them bleed, or let them die if they wished to be so foolish. She was Fontana Sacra, holy fountain of blood, originator of the Orchis bloodline. Such petty things were beneath her and so without words she cut her contact from Azrael and drew Sammuel and Mel'Aknomir to her mind.-
 

-She could see them in her minds eye as clearly as if they floated in the void of space beyond the rooftop. Going about their business, feeding, exploring this new realm, boys being boys as she saw it. Drawing their energy ever closer she caressed them with her power and wherever they were it would be as if she truly stood beside them and ran her hand over their shoulders and down to rest her palm against their unbeating hearts.-
 

"Go my flock. My sweet immortal children. Go to the the Angel of Death or go to Valentino. Whichever you wish to place your faith behind. Take their oaths, but remember that no matter what title they claim within the city you first belong to me. My will not theirs will reign in your hearts and minds."
 

-That unseen hand would clench over their hearts, the feeling of fingernails digging into their skin and an aching tightness on their hearts. A feeling like the heart break of a lover. Short, bittersweet, and then release. She would let Mel and Sam decide which of the two vampires vying for the city they wanted to throw in with. A bit like betting on horses at the race track. And if they both chose to go to Azrael, well, that would only show how strong the Angels call truly was to draw them both there.-
 

-Knowing too well that both would report back to her anything that they discovered she had no doubts that she had tainted these two vampires so much with her body and the feel of her power that they would never truly answer to another. But they too could play their parts in this game of chess, could lay in wait like spiders in a web and aid in the creation and destruction of empires. It was what she'd done for centuries, it was who she was. That power released Sam and his image in her mind faded to nothing, but to Mel'Aknomir she had one last bit of instruction.-
 

"Send your brother to me, do not take him with you. I am hungry."
 

-Not that she couldn't feed from the bodies in the garden, but she wished for the taste of sidhe. A sidhe had no place at a vampire political function in any event and she would hate to see her head strong blood doll lose his temper in whichever place Mel chose to throw his bets in on. So with that final order sent she ended the contact with Mel'Aknomir and let her hand drift down to rest once again on the rooftop railing.-



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MelAknomir


The Evil Twin

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Date: Aug 21, 2009
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People have often said that Philadelphia was the city of Brotherly Love. Mel'Aknomir was very sure that was a misnomer and Rome was the city truly deserving of that title. Since the moment he and Vel'Aknomir have ventured out on their nightly hunts, Mel for Blood and Vel for Flesh, the city did not disappoint. In his eyes the city had opened up her arms and welcomed the two Sidhe to her breast with all the love a parent would lavish upon their children, wrapping them in love and feeding them choice morsels.

The morsel at the moment was a blond. Her hair lustruous and shiny. A blanket of silk as it spilled against Mel'Aknomir's chest while he sucked the blood out of her neck. Her bright red nails were lost in Vel'Aknomir's white hair she that she could not see, while his face disappeared between her legs.  The female came willingly to them. Lured by charming smiles and flash of wealth around their wrists and necks.  In payment for their attention the blond now gave of herself as was proper and as soon as the two were finished with her she would receive the greatest gift they could offer her in thanks. An answer to a age long mystery. What is on the other side of that tunnel of light?

The thought of what's to come and how it would made Mel'Aknomir's lips curl away in a grin, revealing the bloody fangs as they punctured the female's neck again. Instead of shuddering in terror she shivered in pleasure. Whether from his bite or the ministrations of his twin Mel'Aknomir couldn't tell and that pissed him off. He wanted to hear her scream and cringe away in horror at what has been done to her. He wanted to see the terrible knowledge in her eyes as his glamor peeled away from his pale flesh and she saw her own end near. Patience.

The Sidhe were anything if not patient. 

What Mel'Aknomir did not plan on was to have the blood in his mouth sour as a he felt the touch of another pass through him. It was strong and tempting.  A beguiling wench lifting her skirts. A whimper of pain that promised to turn into loud screams. Pulling away from the blonde, Mel'Aknomir met his twin's eyes when Vel looked up, confusion on his pale white face. He felt his sibling's unease almost instantly. Mel simply shrugged and closed his eyes, tuning into the call of the Master Vampire. Strong it was and bold. It took balls to send out a call like that for sure and for a brief moment Mel'Aknomir allowed himself to imagine what would happen if he challenged the Vampire.

The type of fight that might take place. The kind of carnage and pain the two undead beings could force upon each other. Who knew, this stranger might even be strong enough to kill him. With the blond's blood in his veins Mel'Aknomir went hard instantly. A light growl slipping from his throat as he looked in the general direction from where he felt the presence of the other.  Mel'Aknomir approved.

When Kalika's voice resonated in his mind, Mel'Aknomir knelt where he stood. She could not see him with physical eyes, but he felt the compulsion to bow his head before his Goddess. The pang of emotion at his back told him that his twin recognized what was happening to Mel. For now though, Mel blocked that part of himself. All of his being focused on the message from his Lady.  A choice. Which Master to pledge to. It was a rare thing for him, to be given options. For centuries the twins were at the beck and call of a cruel mistress with no say about their fates. And now, their Goddess not only gave them purpose but choice as well. The Sidhe would have cried if he knew how.  Focusing his mind he sent a single reply back to Kalika. "Your wish, My command."

Lifting himself up, Mel'Aknomir moved to stand by his brother, a happy little smile on his bloody lips as he slipped a hand to rest on the back of his brother's neck as he tilted their heads towards each other so that their foreheads touched.

"Go to her my brother. Our Goddess wishes for your presence. I have business I must attend. I shall see you as soon as I am able."

In parting Mel'Aknomir gave Vel'Aknomir's neck a squeeze before pulling away and turning his gaze upon the blond. The female whimpered now and with a grunt of annoyance that his games were cut short, Mel'Aknomir promptly dug his fingers into the bite marks on her neck and ripped the skin apart.  The humans would see right away the method of death, but at least the fang marks were destroyed.

Leaving the dying female behind, Mel'Aknomir pulled on the link that stretched between himself and his twin. Tapping into that place of magic that was Vel'Aknomir's alone now and pulling on a human mask over his undead face. Where a bloodied vampire stood, now was a human male. His skin a pale gold like a fading ten, offset by the pale gray suit and a matching shirt beneath. His hair a barely-there fuzz of gold he looked quite the, as the blond put it, man-candy. 

It didn't take long to reach is destination. Even less to get through the club and down to the meeting place. When Mel'Aknomir stepped through the entryway and looked upon those within, his lips stretched in a mirthless grin and he positively swaggered inside. Here were the rest of his kin. Humans who have found power through death. He felt like laughing and knew he had made the right choice when he looked at the pale haired man who was at the source of the call. After bowing, to Azrael, at the waist in a custom long abandoned, he moved to the side. Keeping apart from those gathered while the pale white eyes gazed at all from behind mirrored lenses of his shades.  Yes he wore sunglasses at night. And if anyone had a problem with that he was more than happy to help resolve it.




-- Edited by MelAknomir on Friday 21st of August 2009 07:52:31 PM

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Brady Hawkes


The Gambler

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Date: Aug 21, 2009
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=His mamma'd always said that life was a whirlwind and sometimes ya just had to ride it out. So since the moment Jane had busted through his damn door and roused him from a perfectly good copy of The Grifters. Through her he felt the call of the vampire and stamped down his beasts first desire to go tear into the summabitch who was calling one of his tigers. But it had seemed there was more to the story than met the eye. As they had gone to mount up on their bikes he'd made Jane give him the cliff notes version of what the high hell was going on. Her answers while upsetting made some sense.=
 

=Using his power to block that call from the rest of the tigers, no use having the herd of 'em rushing off like ninnys into the night, he had revved up his bike and headed to Bliss with Jane. Raine was home and so was Adam. If anything happened there then he knew the tigers would be plenty protected. For the moment he wanted a face to face with this night boogely who was connected through Jane to the whole dang Horde. If it weren't something already in place before he'd stepped in as Khan then he woulda taken an iron skillet upside the back of Jane's head for the association, but it was already done.=
 

=Bliss was strange for him. A place he didn't quite fit in. Though his rough and tumble blonde mane, stubbled chin, and robust body seemed to draw plenty of eyes his way. Or maybe they were just staring cause Jane was walking through the club still in cowboy boots and boxer shorts. At least Brady had managed to throw on a wife beater with his battered up blue jeans. Power flared off of him in solar waves, the power of a Khan, and he moved through the club with authority in his stride following the pull of power from Jane to that unknown source.=
 

=Riding the wave on down he would find himself in a room full of fanged freaks. Lord Almighty. Looking around he made eyes at the one the power was coming from. His gold flecked green eyes looking over the ice blonde haired Sex Pistols wannabe with heat in his gaze. Seemed like the call hadn't just been to Jane, seeing Silent and recognizing her beast he guessed it wasn't just for tigers either. Brady could be a patient man when warranted. He could hang back and hear what the man had to say, and then tear him a new asshole.=
 

=Grabbing Jane by the arm before she could go near Azrael he moved them both towards Silent. Brady didn't know the woman but that didn't matter worth a hill of beans at the moment. The three of them were the only lycans in a room full of vampires so by default he took Jane with him to stand by the strangely colorful wolf. Giving a polite nod to the woman Brady made a motion near his head as if he was pulling down the brim of a cowboy hat that wasn't actually there, all Southern gentility for the moment until he had a chance to talk to the man at the front of the room.=


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TheSastra


Bubbly Bloodsucker

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Date: Aug 21, 2009
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~*Lizard King Inc was a place where the diminutive Shakti spent most of her evenings. It was her combination work, art, and play all rolled into one. Employees managed orders and kept things running for her during the day and at night she was often lost to her own crafts of sewing glass blowing and jewelry making. The store sold everything from designer funky clothes to antiques to vintage furniture and held all the graces of the decade that Shakti would always consider herself a part of.*~
 

~*Sunk down into a pile of silk cushions she held a young man in her arms as his head rested lazily against a pillow of red hair where it fell to her shoulders. Teeth had sunk into his neck and she was drinking deep from him as he rolled in her aura and that bubbling and hallucinogenic energy that she gave off. The boy was just barely eighteen and tasted rich and smooth as a lungful of hashish as she drank him down into her body. On a nearby ashtray a joint packed tight with potent organics smoked huffily and filled the already aromatic store with its smell.*~
 

~*Then the call came and she pulled her cupid bow lips from the boys neck and stared into the distance as if thinking while she tried to clear her head and figure out what was going on. The boy tried to touch her and she playfully slapped his hand away, tickled his ribs, and scooted out from under him. He was the young brother of one of her shop girls so Shakti didn't mind leaving the store to them while she went to answer that summons. With a giggle she waved fingertips at the two of them.*~
 

"Shops in your hands for the rest of the night. Lock up when you get done."
 
~*By the time she had driven the oversized '56 Chevy Bel-Air to Bliss she had wrangled herself into some semblance of decorum. Red hair had been pushed back by tying a colorful scarf around her head, it's fringed edges trailing down her back. Violet eyes were rimmed in a thick layer of bright blue liner and the rest of her makeup was equally colorful and artfully applied. The little dress she wore was a vintage number from the seventies with a shorty short skirt and a big gold loop around the neck. She looked like an extra who had wandered off the set of an Austin Powers movie. Though she was a child of the sixties she was at heart a costume whore and could rarely be found not looking fanciful.*~
 
~*Down beneath the club she found herself surrounded by other vampires for the first time in forever. It made a bubbling energy sweep through her and a wide smile spread across her sweet lips. Gold flecked violet eyes sweeping the room and sharing the pure joy of that smile. Shakti's power was a branch of her Sire's it fed off the kind of love friends have and all the happiness and joy of those connections. To see her smile it was almost impossible not to smile in return.*~
 
"Oh this is so exciting. Hi Silent, Hi Mary Jane. Hi Jessie. Ooo Azrael you naughty boy, been hiding all these people."
 
~*She waved her hello's to the people she knew and gave Azrael the full glory of that grin as she moved towards Marcus, her Sire. A small hand slipped into his, standing on the other side of him from Amber who she gave a smile to as well.*~
 
"Hey Amber, you still been hanging around that sexy leopard?"
 
~*Seemed everyone was waiting for the place to fill up and as she basked in the warm prescence of Marcus's she didn't mind waiting. This was the most fun she'd had in awhile, and she couldn't wait to see what the night would bring their way.*~


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Jessie The Kid


Urban Outlaw

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Date: Aug 21, 2009
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^*The vampire Jessie looked like couldn't be a day over twenty. Handsome in his own way but with a face that was smooth and youthful. The eyes though had a clever lilt to their hazel hue and something in that crooked smile said he was a guy with something up his sleeve. Jessie had Unity's hand in his as he pulled her across the room and towards the small cluster building up of Faith, Ver, Solan, Arthur the cat and Ghost. After all most of them had lived together for the last few months so it made sense as a place to park himself and Unity. The blonde at his side was a frequent companion when he wasn't seeing to his own devices and he tried as best he could to help her adjust to her new powers.*^
 
^*His walk was a saunter, something that made him look like he aughta be wearing a holster around his waist and a couple of six shooters. As a matter of fact he was in an old pair of Levis that fit tight and were cuffed thickly over his motorcycle boots and a plain black T-Shirt. Brown hair was greased up into a well maintained pompadour that he ran his fingers across the side of before stopping beside Ghost who was making introductions to the new guy.*^
 
"Aww now don't let that Molochai shit fool ya. Everyone calls him Ghost."
 
^*Letting go of Unity's hand he clapped a hand hard against Ghost's shoulder. They were pals. That's how pals said hello. Something about Jessie's slow drawl was southern, but different from the accents you heard now. His was more raw and authentic somehow, a genuine piece of the American SouthWest. Holding out a hand he gave a rip roaring handshake to Ver.*^
 
"Ah'm Jessie and this here's Unity."
 
^*You could trust that voice, couldn't help but want to. There was something in Jessie, a power that just made it damn hard not to believe what he was telling you. Even if what he was telling you was no more true than the man in the moon. Still, it was a useful skill and kept him out of many a scrape. Intro's made he looked around at the vamps he didn't know. And the lycans.*^
 
"Mighty weird crew."
 
^*Seeing Brady he tipped his head to the man. Both Southern they'd met at a bar not long back. It was an aquaintance he wouldn't mind revisiting. Shakti's smile made his own mouth pull in a crooked grin that made his hazel eyes seem to dance as he returned her greeting with a Heya Shakti all his own. Azrael, Marcus, Amber, Shakti, Brady, Jane, Silent, Solan, Faith, Unity, Ghost, Eden in the corner looking gloomy. Ver who was new to him but seemed alright. Jessie was counting up people and memorizing their faces and energy read outs when Mel'Aknomir came in. Jessie let a low whistle fall from his lips like you would when seeing a house after a twister had flattened it.*^
 
"Looks like the cities got more of us than we thought."
 
^*And with that thought and letting his eyes leave Mel'Aknomir to himself Jessie looked back to Azrael to see what the man had drawn them all there for.*^


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Dark Desire


The Devil's Prophet

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Date: Aug 21, 2009
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"Shhh, my pet."
Black gloved fingers brushed those blond tresses away from those sparking blue eyes as she twisted beneath him seeking out that final bit of pleasure. Something she would never achieve. While Sam loved the curves of a woman's body...The way they gasped out his names as they twisted and turned under his hands..None of them would ever compare to his queen...His dark goddess. Leaning in he would let those fangs sink into the soft swan like neck of the blond waitress...Well he had been about to when the first call came..From the great ether.
With a soft sigh he would lean away from the woman who looked up at him with lust filled eyes...Almost questioning him.Dark lashes would fall against his pale cheeks as he bathed a moment in the cooling power...So unlike his dark mistress. Standing he would move away from the small broken bed leaving the woman to twist and turn seeking a fulfillment. Those emerald green hues moving over her..Pity really the woman had been so eager  so willing to do as he wished. Oh well easy come easy go he would think as he made for the window of the broken down hostel..Looking out at the night
That's when he felt her...His Kalika.The feel of her small hand against his chest...The smell of her surrounding him..He felt her as though she was in the room with him..Those beautiful lapis eyes watching his every move. That cooling power that tugged at him for a moment gone.All he felt was her. Even the blond was forgotten.
"Go my flock. My sweet immortal children. Go to the the Angel of Death or go to Valentino. Whichever you wish to place your faith behind. Take their oaths, but remember that no matter what title they claim within the city you first belong to me. My will not theirs will reign in your hearts and minds."
Her words echoing in the darkness of the room.Then as quick as she had come..She was gone..Where for the moment he felt whole..Complete..He was left empty..Hungry. Those green eyes now burning with unseated passion turned to the blond...He hadn't planned on doing anything more then feeding on the waitress..But things never went as people wanted did they? Stripping of  the layers of black clothes as he made for the woman he would take her with such violence that if the lack of blood didn't kill her the violent passion..The suffocation of passion would have...And very well could have. As the last beat of her heart echoed in his ears he would pull back almost breathless as her blood surged threw his veins.
The angels call becoming more demanding...How could he choose between the Adonis or the deadly angel? It wasn't as if Tino was calling any to his side...So quickly dressing he would leave the hostel telling the clerk to leave the girl alone that she was deep asleep. That cocky smile curving over his lips as the woman blushed.Oh yes when this was done...He would be back...The best thing about hostels...No one truly knew anyone. Thousands of tourist just vanished every year. And out the door he went. He wouldn't choose sides...Why should he? He would do as his queen bid. But it seemed everything swirled around bliss..A place he hadn't been to since Hawaii...
And of course it didn't disappoint here in Rome..Pity he didn't have the time to play. No instead he would let the silver threads of power that called to him lead the way from the warmth of bliss into this secret unknown..Finding it almost cliche...A vampire living in some kind of tomb...He had to wonder did they sleep in coffins too? A grin would tug at his lips...No Sammuel was accustomed to more...Lavish livings...This would of never done good for him..
Emerald hues would move over the gathered group into the room..The golden child..And his...Well Sam couldn't think of anything bad about Marcus's chylde...Other then she belonged to him.So many others he didn't even know...Or recognize for that matter..Well save.Mel. Moving to the males side he was almost tempted to make a comment along the lines of things to fuck and people to eat...But choose silence for the moment as he let his gaze travel up the blond with the cats body.
Though he wondered if the current master of the city would be making an appearance tonight...


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Silent


Silent Howls

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Date: Aug 22, 2009
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This was just weird. And not even that word seemed right. She felt as if by being here she was betraying a man she once worshiped..But Tino had closed the book of them long ago..Perhaps it was time to do the same thing. But the thought of that made her stomach do flip flops. Or was it the excited nervousness that filled the room. Colorful tri colored hues watched as the room filled...Silent finding herself woundering why she was called..Or who else was called..Did Ash feel the call as well threw Marcus?..Found herself glancing at the door..Almost hoping..Wishing for one vampire to come.
Eden.
Weeks had passed since she saw the vampire wolf. But still the image of the woman burned in her mind...Had since the night she saved them from the assailant in the alley.Her beast craved to run with it. Silent didnt want to control the woman...No she was a flame that was ment to burn bright into the night.She wanted to run with it learn about her...Find out how she became as she is.Silent had been planning for weeks to invite the woman to hunt with her...To feel the moonlight on her fur..To embrace the freedom of the wolf.After all the woman wasnt all vampire.
And there she was...Almost as if on cue.Eden. Looking deadily and beautiful all at the same time.Silent would  watch her movements.The beast within urging her to go to the woman..Be near the closest thing to wolf here.To ease her nerves. Even standing near Marcus she was still feeling twitchy.A was just about to move closer to Eden when in came Brady and Jane. A frown would move over her pale lips..Why were they here? Silent looking over Jane a moment she had to bite down the smirk.Janey was a piece of work...Nodding to Brady she would let her beast brush up against the two tigers.
Sure she didnt know the male...But everything about him was comforting..From the rich smell of him to the way he carried himself.If all hell broke loose here tonight...She felt safe to have him at her side.So many vampires here...She felt a bit safer with other lycans near.But once more her mind filled with questions as she looked up at Az. She would welcome him as the Master here. Would protect him if the need came. As he once did her.Yes this was the best for this city and from the looks of all that gathered here...The world of the undead felt the same.
Then out of no where wham here comes Shaki was there. With her smiles and greetings and now at her side she would smile as those long tattooed arms wrapped around the bubbly vampire in a quick hug..Seemed like a life time ago since she had seen the woman.
"Hi! Its been so....We need to catch up...Another time "
Silent never did understand what about the woman made Silent just wanna jump up and down like a teenage girl at a sleep over but thats just the effect the redhead had on her.Taking a deep breath Silent would try and put her serious face on...Letting her beast who was tired of waiting move over to the caged wolf of Eden's brushing up against it..Not claiming...Not demanding or dominating...Just a mere greeting while she waited to find out what the hell was happening tonight. And woundering how many more could fit in this room..
Had it not been for the fact that she was in a room filled with the undead...She would be afraid there wouldnt be enough air to cover them all.Wrinkling her nose at that thought she would turn her gaze to the tigers beside her.


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Tame the Beast in Me
Frederick Saint


Child's Play

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Date: Aug 23, 2009
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"Maybe this is why so many serial killers work in pairs. It's nice not to feel alone in a world full of victims or enemies, it's no wonder Waltraud Wagner, the Austrian angel of death convinced her friends to kill with her. It just seems...natural. You and me against the world.."..
 
Endless black depths of spinning vortexes stared unemotionally at the Victorian doll that was his servant Rhianna. If the young female could really be called that. A child at the time she had been when Frederick had found her in the woods of some now nameless village. Dressed in white frills and portraying the face of a innocent the deviant blood sucker could not help but take her hostage. Blood was his forte "naturally" but he appreciated pretty things as well. So here the girl was to do with what he wanted, and that still was unclear to him. Perhaps in time he would figure out what to do with her but until that time he used her simply for his amusement. When it was more then clear that the doll was not going to gift him with a opion of what he had said he smirked and delivered a smile so rich with mal-tent that it had Rhianna taking a step back. Eyes of brown turquoise silver lowered to the cement of the floor.
 
"Rhia.. come here"
 
Not asking but demanding the child demon was as he held a cold hand out toward his play mate. Rhia stepped forward with out protest knowing it would do her no justice not to listen. Freddie knew two of hers fears and would not think twice to use them upon her. Hand of warm silk fell to rest with in the palm of his ice hand. Freddie grinned the devil's grin as he drew her to a seat that resembled a small throne chair fit precisely for a prince. Once seated he sat down on her lap leaning his small head back to rest on one of her slender shoulders. Still she sat with out a word she was not much of a talker and had nothing to say to the devil. Her eyes lingered to the television where little Freddie had been studying up on the world's top serial killers. It was enough to cause a chill to feather through her. After all he was scary enough as it was and she didn't want to imagine how he'd be after watching such a program.
 
He held to that delicate hand of hers. Patting and stroking it and of course it had her heart accelerating against her rib cage. It was like a cat and mouse game with the two. She was the cornered mouse and at any second the cat could decide that it was finally done playing with it's food. Freddie glanced away from the show to study the expressions on his dollie's face. Never once had he bit in to her, all these years he toyed with her and the fear was a glorious thing that fed him in a way that blood could not ever hope to. Perhaps tonight he would taste of her sweet nectar, the fear would escalate and he would devour her and put a end to the game. Rhia must have sensed something different then for she closed her eyes. So tempting indeed but the obsession he had for her stemmed from the mere fact that she was innocent in so many ways. Never once did another touch her and never had any dare mark her white neck..
 
So trusting she seemed so he took to grasping her by the hair and jerking her head back exposing the creamy temptation of that slender column. That grin became wider due to the sound of her sweet blood rushing through virgin veins. A animalistic growl flowed roughly from his own small throat causing her to gasp, mouth parted and he leaned in as his incisors lengthened. Then just as teeth grazed her neck he got hit with a slam of power. Pulling back from her he waited as the power flowed through him. If he had been distracted a moment earlier it had all now been forgotten for the power intruder had his full attention now. He tilted his head to the side as if listening..
 
"Reason commands us far more imperiously then a master. When we disobey the latter we are punished. When we disobey the former we are fools."
 
He rose slowly and as he did so Rhia opened her eyes to look at him. Excited he was and it only helped to enhance the darkness  of his eyes. Dressed to kill he gave a wave of his hand for her to follow. He would meet with this elder and play the part of a well behaved boy. See what the appeal was, the elder's power tasted rich and the need to seek him out was more then a over flowing passing power it was a raw need that clawed at his insides. Time was not wasted as he headed out the door with Rhia at his heels. A hour later they arrived fashionably late at Club Bliss. When they reached the door Rhianna stepped forward to hold it open for him. As he enter he took a look around him at the parade of power. He spoke out to no one in particular.
 
"A social party of death that includes a mixture of cold and warm blooded monsters, such a lovely tapestry of variety. The only thing that comes to mind is..The ring leader, where is he?."..
 
He stepped into the room leaving Rhia who was apparently the only human by the door as he spoke out to the patrons.
 
" Freddie wants to play "..
 
 
 
 
 



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Rhianna Veil


Water Works

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Date: Aug 23, 2009
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Always Rhianna had felt like the mouse in Frederick's games and at the time had thought that to be about as bad as it could get but here she was proven wrong. Here in this club of Bliss she felt no peace of mind for here she was now the cattle surrounded by a herd of wolves. Being scared and alone were feelings that could drive a human to the point of insanity but with this young female it was different. She was use to being alone, pulled away from her parents and thrown into the hands of a monster had taught her much restraint and with that restraint came the power to ride through hers fears and loneliness. Hard at times yes, still she drew fourth and continued to surprise herself.  Dressed in a lacey white Victorian dress she looked the part of a virginal sacrificial lamb. Long hair of chestnut brown was pulled back in a pony tail that held high. A soft texture of curls hung from the hair's holder giving it a look of elegance.
 
Slender neck was bare for the most part. The only scrape of covering it possessed was a single necklace, it was stainless silver, held a tear drop on the end of it and had a lovely way of cradling the soft flesh there. The bare of her neck high lighted the turquoise of her eyes. Pretty eyes that were large and demurring in their own yet still held the appeal of wanting. Still despite the woman's fears she some how managed to hold her head high. Hands rested at the sides of her gown. Fingers shook so she attempted to hide it by curling them in the rich folds of the dress. Cold she was which was evident from the rise of goose bumps along the bare of her arms. At first she dared not meet any of the faces in the room but soon her curiosity got the better of her so with a rise of her chin she tilted her head and began to look over the many faces of the club. Her inspection was interrupted when Freddie said something about wanting to play and before she could glance in his direction she felt his small hand take capture of her wrist. A light pull had her coming to stand behind him
 
She stood there not bothering to pull her hand away. Earlier thoughts filtered through her mind, he had taunted her with the song her mother had sung to her once more. Thinking it rather funny that she had been named Rhianna which was close to the name Rhiannon. He took to taunting her with it by setting her alarm clock with the song. A cold reminder that he had pulled her from her mother. At least he hadn't though to lock her in the closet again. That was something she hated and it terrified her since she did not deal easily with tiny spaces. Playing on her sad memories hurt but it was easier to deal with then the feelings of fear he instilled in her. Even now she felt drained due to his earlier feeding. Her other hand came out to rest gently onto his small shoulder as he waited for the master to make himself known. That fuller lower lips of hers was pulled in as she took to the nervous habit of biting it.
 
The words of the song echoed through her mind now as she awaited the masters presence as well.
 
 
Rhiannon rings like a bell throu the night
And wouldn't you love to love her
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover

All your life you've never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless


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Mary Jane


Stripped T-R-O-U-B-L-E

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Date: Aug 23, 2009
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It was more than just cliff notes. It was as short and to the point as Jane could make it without including all the vampire mumbo jumbo. A glance had been spared at Brady. A sharp intake of breath from Jane as she just got on her bike and headed out to Bliss. She had sent her own block to the tigers. It wasn't to trample Brady, it was to enforce his blocking to the Horde. Jane really didn't want anyone else involved. The fact she dragged Brady out in the middle of the ungodly hour was because... If Jane was honest with herself it was because she really just wanted to be with him alone for a while. Her beast wanted to be near him alone as well.

Parking, turning off the engine and heading towards the blood red doors of Bliss. The bouncer only gave Jane the once over, mainly cause of the attire. She had a one track mind at the moment. Get to Azrael as soon as she could. Once she felt the shift of air pressure and the stone steps underneath her boots she was feeling better. Her steps were almost a race towards her Blondie Vamp.

Aztec gold eyes fell on his form, a small smile started to curl her lips seeing him until a rougher hand grabbed at her arm. Jane turned her eyes towards Brady. He was dragging her back from Bucky. A glance back towards Azrael before being lead away by Brady. Jane shook the hold on her arm. She brought his hand down. Fingers slipped over the rougher palm of her Khan, holding his hand when he finally settled close to Silent. A small thrill raced up from her fingers to her spine and all the way around her nervous system. She clutched Brady's hand tighter feeling the skin to skin contact. Jane hadn't realized she wasn't wearing her gloves till then. The thought was quick in passing, making her cheeks slightly red in realization.

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Verite


I see Un-Dead people!

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Date: Aug 23, 2009
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“Hi…Arthur." Verite overlooked the cat and addressed the blonde next to him, unsurely. At once he knew she was Shahrizade as certain as he knew that cat person lycan cat was more than it was pretending to be. But he didn’t let on. Once upon a time he had tried living among the Shahzirade. Though animals seemed to surround the Court at all times, it didn’t particularly make Verite any more of a pet-lover than usual. Not that he hated animals or anything, and always tried to give due respect to high-ranking lycanthropes, who were often at least as powerful as he (especially these days), but he’d never been the type to spend copious amounts of time fawning over a dumb little domesticated animal. If he had a pet in his long life, it was probably only the hounds who stayed by his side while hunting, and of course his horses--whom he was fond of in particular--but mostly for their regal nature and dutiful service.

When Faith gave him what was probably extremely sound advice in response to his question, Ver nodded, accepting her words as wisdom (until they were proven otherwise). He fell silent, reflecting on these aberrant circumstances and what they might mean for him. He wondered what he was doing here, and why he had arrived on this particular evening. Any other night over the past year, he might have chosen to seek out Azrael and enter this city. Verite knew that the timing was relevant; he believed in Fate. But what was the importance and how would this night affect his life to come?

Others continued to trail into the room, and Ver felt the amassing power like pressure at the back of his skull; their collective strength was enough to make almost any of the individual contributors both respectful and on-edge. Impressed though he was, Ver’s main concern was to analyze the entrants and match faces to the waves of power they contributed to the room. He noted whom each one acknowledged, and whom they stood beside. If he planned to stick around Rome, this little meet-and-greet was absolutely perfect for him to identify (and perhaps even meet) the city’s key players.

Of course the one who caught his attention most was Molochai. Fellow Heliotrope. As he entered the room, Ver knew immediately what he was; and after more than a year of living in this shield, he felt what some might call an unjustified kinship, and welcomed the man with warm eyes.

“Hi Mo---" He was just shaking his hand when another vampire intervened. Ver grinned. “---Ghost. Hello, Jessie." A more zealous handshake came next; Verite liked Jessie immediately for his no-nonsense appraisal of the scene. A true American cowboy; that’s just what this group needed, in Ver’s estimation. “Unity." He gave a slight nod to the woman affixed to Jessie’s hand. Another arrival that he made sure to acknowledge with a glance and nod was Eden, whom he’d met earlier (and planned to keep an eye on). And the one you couldn’t help but notice was Freddy—the child-vamp sure knew how to make an entrance. Not that Ver had any human servants or blood dolls (he felt much the same toward them as pets, come to think of it), but he did feel a passing moment of pity for the poor girl who tagged alongside her master. She’d probably make it out of here unscathed, since everyone had better things to focus on than her virgin throat, but the moments between coming and going were sure to grind by in stupendous agony for her.

 

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Angel of Death


Seductive Death

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Date: Aug 29, 2009
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~It had never been his intention to lead much of anything, or to force a city to him. What he wanted was a way to secure the vampires in his care however tenuous that could be. As far as the city went he could give a shit about the well being of the fine citizens and their warm and loving homes. For too long he had seen what happened to vampires in a city whose Primogen became lax. Eventually some vampire came to town and wreaked havoc and then the humans with pitchforks and torches stormed the local castle looking to get revenge....you get the bloody idea. It wasn't a good thing. Wasn't something he wanted to live through again.~


~The intention here had been to bring Tino out, to challenge him and try to get a rise out of the corpse who had so greatly abandoned the vampires in his keeping. But when the room began to fill with the walking dead and Tino and Nemesis were not among those gathered he began to wonder if Valentino meant to remove himself from power without a challenge. That was a possibility he had not prepared himself for. To conceive of any vampire so easily giving in to someone else was inconceivable to him. Then again he was a particular breed of limey bastard who was more stubborn than a mule and not often likely to give in on much of anything.~


~So this rather unusual situation left him within the hour wondering if he would indeed be forced to take the role of Primogen of the city of Rome for a time. Sodding hell. That was the kind of thing he could really see eating into his personal time. The kind of thing that made nights in front of the telly difficult, to say nothing of his less wholesome evening apparitions. Heliotropes weren't meant to rule, not really, the idea of being snapped in front of cameras at local Clubs and clutched at by tourists literally made his stomach churn. Kissing babies and cutting the ribbons on whole foods markets. Not that he'd ever seen Tino do any of that, but it was one of the qualities he'd seen in other good concerned Masters of Cities in America. Good P.R. meant less vampire fatality. And Azrael with his smoldering arctic eyes and sneering lips was just bad P.R. waiting to happen.~


~All around he felt the press of the undead as they filled the room, and he listened to them converse lightly with one another. At Marcus's comment about taking over the city Azrael's blue eyes gleamed and one dark brow arched high in near derision of the idea. Well sculpted lips parted and his tongue lightly wet his lips and then he chuckled softly before he could answer~


"Wasn't exactly the plan mate. But stay tuned to see how it turns out."


~Verite asking about seeking out the Primogen was given a shake of Azraels head. Doubtful that wouldn't be a necessity here shortly. Moving across to where Faith had set the bottle of whiskey he lifted it again between his fingers. The metallic sound of his ring clicking against the glass as he pulled the bottle to his well sculpted lips for a drink. The smoothness of the liquid burning its way down his throat and then the added oomph as each and every person he'd sent the call to came into the catacombs. Faith, Verite, Marcus, Shakti, Amber, Solan, Ghost, Jessie, Unity. Keeping it all in the family at first. Then things got really interesting. As if that was a necessity under the circumstances.~


~He'd felt Kalika's power like a brand of desire burned into his mind, and only a firm grasp into the ether had managed to keep her voice from making a spinning ferris wheel of madness out of his bloody head. So he was prepared for the coming of her little henchmen, but that meeting was put off by the oddity of Brady and Jane coming through the door. Seeing the tigers new, Khan was it? grabbing Jane's arm and jerk her away from him made Azrael's well sculpted lips curl in a cold sneer. For a moment he wanted to call her beast, to rip the tiger out of her in front of this large man and make him watch. But this would be about the worst time ever for a metaphysical dick measuring contest so with a quiver of power he let it go for the moment. Lifting the bottle in his hand as if to toast Jane the best of the day.~


~Eden he knew as a power to be reckoned with. Someone who if he could get on his side would be a powerful ally. She seemed to want her space, and so he watched her where she hid in the shadows of the room, but left her momentarily to her own devices. Good thing too since Mel'Aknomir entered, joined shortly by Sammuel, and moments afterwards by the small form of Fredeick.~


"Oh balls."


~Azraels muttered response was punctuated by a long draught of the whiskey as he looked at the child who had just strolled so purposefully into the room. Child vampires were an abomination that even most of the oldest of their kind didn't keep with. There had been a time when such creatures had been rounded up and killed for what they were. Stepping forward so that he and the child were in the center of the others he looked down at the young boy and then across to the girl he had brought with him. A lone human in a room full of vampires. Intriguing. Azraels cold blue eyes watched the vein in the white of her neck and heard the echoing sound of her trapped heart beat before turning to the two tigers.~


"My business tonight is with you I guess mate. So how's about letting Janey here take this young lady up to the bar for a drink or twenty."

~Holding a hand out towards Rhianna he watched Freddie carefully. The boy had come in pretending to be a child. A trick that would have worked if half the room couldn't smell his age like a fart in an elevator. Azrael however was choosing to treat him as he would any other vampire who had brought a human servant or blood doll to a vampire gathering. When Rhianna's hand was in his he walked her across to Jane, transfering that hand to Janey's and brushing the back of the tigers hand lightly with his thumb before letting his eyes look at Brady once again.~

"She'll be safe mate."

~Maybe for the moment he was speaking to both Brady and Freddie. Or neither. Maybe just to himself as he felt the twang along that chord that twined between himself and the tiger and somewhere off in the distance he could feel the cold death energy of his.....bullocks. Lock down was put on that thought for the moment as Jane and Rhianna left and then he turned his attention to the only two other lycanthropes in the room.~

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-- Edited by Angel of Death on Saturday 29th of August 2009 02:05:24 PM

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