(( ok. I should have known that. I added her rp to the post before.))

Carissa-The Haven
 

((Coool bloodhunt. That should put Carissa in a good mood:P))

Carissa sat at the bar for several minutes, she slouched down in her chair lazily, her eyes sweeping the crowd in the club. She sighed, shaking her head at herself. She just didnt know what to do, and it greatly annoyed her. After several years away from the city she returns and suddenly feels like a school girl walking into class for the first time. And she didnt like it.

She straightened up a little, yet turned to the side a bit to use a neighboring seat as a footrest. Another minute was spent staring at her shoes, with one hand playing with one of the two braids her hair was parted into, or messing with the zipper of her open jacket.

"This is so lame." Carissa jumped up, out of nowhere deciding that sitting at the bar lost in her thoughts would do nothing for her. She got off the chair, straightening the jacket, which hung loosely from her small frame. If there was ever something Carissa would despise about being a vampire, it would be the fact that she is stuck as a skinny little runt forever. Spending all of her mortal life in poverty did nothing for her appearance and weight. Besides that, she would also have liked to maybe be just a little older.

Maybe.

She stretched slightly, still not sure what to do, and decided to simply take a brief stroll to the other side of the club. Shaking her head again, Carissa wove her way through the crowd, which proved a bit difficult seeing as she was hardly paying attention. As she should have predicted would happen, she ended up crashing right into some other person.

((:shrug: just trying to get myself into the roleplay. lol. Anyone can be the other person =]))

Mina and the Prince - his Office and then street
 

Very well", Damian said, reaching for the expensive silver pen in the black marble stand on his desk. "When you leave here, you will carry with you a request, written by my hand, for both this Carmilla and her Sire to present themselves here tomorrow night."

Damian scribbled down his message, folded the note and sealed it shut with the "V" marked signet ring on his right hand, before handing it over to Mina.

Mina nodded once a silent thankyou displayed by the warmth of her eyes as she slid the note into the concealment of her pocket. She was well aware that this little gesture of Damian's wold no doubt cost her in the future but it was a commitment she was prepared to make. And the favour would not be forgetten, her alliance to him strengthened by the thoughtful manner he demonstrated with handling the request.

Likewise she was certain that Carmilla would not forget the favour Mina had bestowed upon her. Indeed it may just be the levy Mina needed to persuade Carmilla to leave Seath for good and to come study within Mina's domain. For although Seath may be fooled as to the mind behind the motion, Carmilla was sure to comprehend.

As Damian gave the message to call in the other Primogen's Mina's face once again took on its marble mask. Eyes hardening to the cold emerald shards whilst each one took their seats around the room. Her face remained unchanging as he instructed them with commanding authority about what had occured and that a bloodhunt for Milo the Malkavian was to resolve the matter. Yet although her clan was not the only one to be causing some disruption around the city, she still could not let the matter with Ada rest. It brewed within her head spinning like a tornado as she contemplated just how to handle the situation.

Once the last words fell from Damian's lips the sense of dismissal fell upon the room like a moor fog. Mina rose her head bowing elegantly towards Damian as she turned and left the room. But once outside she paused sliding the silver device from its concealment on her person. One lithe finger tip stroked across the sensors before delicatley tapping the keys in a fluid patten of motion. Once the pathways had been negotiated through the electronic web she typed a simple encrpted message - Blood Hunt Game Begun - Milo of the Malkavian - contact the office for latest updates - Scientia est potentia M. Two tiny bleeps were omitted as the message was encrypted then spun out on its journey of transmition to the devices of her Clan within the city.

Mina 's steps were gracefully unhurried as she descended down in the elevator. A few quick strokes before she snapped the device shut, alerting Bo that she was finished. Barely a minute passed as she waited patiently in the foyer before he appeared slyly sliding to her side. Mina pressed her hand into his, a gesture of lovers to any unwanted eyes, as the note passed between them. "Take it to Phyre, inform them to deliver it to Seath's household immediately." Her lips brushed his ears as the almost silent command was whispered.

"One more thing, has Ada been located?" She questioned.

Bo shook his head regretful, he hated to disappoint his mistress and hoped the news would not reflect badly upon him

"Fine. Return immediatley to me." She ordered, the ice in her eyes, commanding obediance.

With Mina's instant demands fulfilled she headed out into the night. A silent deadly shadow that blended into the night.

((OOC Psyche hope its all fine with the Carmilla stuff.....over to you now, RP the NPC messenger Phyre however you wish. They're anonymous so not associated with Mina

Tremere's Mina has sent you a message stating that a blood hunt is on for Milo - Malkavian - if you have any electronic device you can receive it that way or else have an NPC come deliver it or however you wish Hope that's OK.
*"Scientia est potentia" - part of Mina's signature - means "knowledge is power " ))

ooc: *___* Omg! I'm sorry you guys. A storm blew in recently, and I've been unable to access the internet. Any tips as to what is going on?

Milo (Malkavian) - Streets of L.A.
 

#9 [Third Night - Bloodhunt]

Not knowing his fate had been decided, Milo was still making his way through the night. He had been daring enough to climb down to the streets, looking around to see if it was safe. He could not explain to himself what he was feeling, but something daunting had stayed with him since he ran away from his Sire.

The lonliness of his kine life was nothing compared to the lonliness he felt as a Kindred. When kine, he had made the choice himsef, and he could be social if he felt like it. But now, hit with the Kindred stick, he could not be around others. Last night had showed him what could happen. He couldn't control it, and he was mortified when he thought of the life he had ended.

And yet, he passed human after human, not feeling the need to slaughter or hurt them in any way. Maybe there was a way to end the pain inside, without taking anyone else with him. The only kind face since his embrace had been the beautiful man at The Haven, and Milo wondered if he could possible help him. But was it safe to walk into The Haven? Although the name itself sounded ensuring, Milo was scared.

As he tried to find his way back to The Haven, Milo felt his mind collide. Eyes weaping bloody tears down his cheeks, as well as a laugh spreading a joyful smile across his face.




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((( ooc: I am open for business. And yeah, it might not seem like it here in ooc, but I am gonna miss the little goblin... A bloodhunt just seemed like fun. :handbag: :evil: )))

Bee the Princes office
 

Bee was sitting on the couch when her phone rang. She ansered it and it was the Princes secretary telling her that there was a meeting for her to attend.
"Sarah I am sorry but there is some business I have to take care of. I wont be to long." She smiled at her warmly. She felet the taninted blood in her stmach curltle. She walked to the bathroom so Sarah wouldnt know anything was going on. She hurled in the toilet. She washed her face and brushed her teeth real quick.She then changed her clothes. Black pants and a white blouse. A red jacket to go over.

Knowing she needed to feed she found a rich lady outside of a top class hotel in the area. she lured her in the alley and feed off of her. Then made her way to the Princes office. She walked in and nodded to the secretary that so she knew she was there. She sat and waited fo the Prince to be ready for her.

((ooc: I know it isnt as good as the last one, srry. I know cherry i have had a bad storm here too. My internet has been wack. :banghead: ))

Gemma and Valerian : The Haven
 

"You flatter me", Valerian said with a humble smile. "It would be my honor to have you close, and be granted the chance of sharing the gift life has chosen to bestow on me. It is in my blood as well as in my soul. It was there already when I was brought into the human world, but the blood of the Toreador has made it grow stronger and blossom in a way I could've never imagined."

It almost sounded too good to be true to Gemma. I mean sure, it would only be a glimpse, but she had trouble believing that her logical Tremere blood would trample out the artistic Toreador blood. Of course, she had done nothing of this sort before, so it was impossible for her to know personally, though.

Valerian stood, pulling Gemma to her feet. She gazed up at him as he pulled her closer and studied her delicate features. She could stare into Valerian's eyes for hours upon hours. . . .

"Do I have your permission to steal you away to a place offering a bit more privacy?" he asked, glancing up at the windows of the office/VIP lounge on the second floor, overlooking the club, to show her what place he had in mind.

"You may take me wherever you like," Gemma said, submitting herself to Valerian, letting him take full control of the situation for the first time.

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((OOC: Another question: Where do vampires usually suck blood from? Is there a place that is more socially acceptable?
This question is just out of total curiousity. What would happen if a woman was embraced while pregnant?
Also, Aella would be up to being embraced as a Nosferatu, incase no more join and we want more than just one. =)

ooc: Wee~ Thanks Atropa! I will type something later, as my fingers are pretty much killing me right now. My clumsy self spilt boiling water over my hand. >.<'' But thank you for the summary, I should be good and set to go.

Zilla and Aella
 

His eyes danced over her dangerously as though undresssing her further when Allella shed the jacket. The turqoise top accentuated her figure stirring interest within his mind. As he watched her small pale hand reached behind her head releasing the tie so her long red hair cascadaded down like a fall of flames. A smooth smile slid over Zilllah's lips, the cat who got the milk.. His eyes dilating into a swarm of blackness which drowned out the jade.

It was an unaccpected but much appreciated suprise. Beneath the seductive act he could almost feel Aella's mind whirling away. Which inflated his ego further, she was doing this to impress. Well he most definatly was. He had a niggling feeling in the back of his head, that really he shouldn't be doing this. But he brushed it away, his conscience easily dismissed by the dark stirings.

"An espresso sounds great," Aella said, slipping the hair tie around her wrist.

"The Museum Hermeticum it is then." Zillah said sliding his hand around her waist as he leaned in close, his lips brushing her firey hair, voice low and sultry a whispered breathe in her ear: "But girls like you should know it's lethal to taunt."

Not waiting for a response, Zillah's hand slid off her and he strode away, catlike stalking, before stopping in the doorway and holding the door open. The smirk replaced with an inviting smile.once again the image of a perfect gentleman. He didn't actually want to scare her away. But she should know that playing with fire was likely to get you burned.

((OOC Feel free to move them over to the coffee shop or slap him ))

Aella and Zillah
 

"The Museum Hermeticum it is then." Zillah said sliding his hand around Aella's waist as he leaned in close, his lips brushing her firey hair, voice low and sultry a whispered breathe in her ear: "But girls like you should know it's lethal to taunt."

What was that supposed to mean? Aella thought to herself quietly, as Zillah's hand slid from her waist, and he continued to the door. She just stood there for a moment as Zillah opened the door, imitating a perfect gentleman. Aella shook herself out of it and walked forward, keeping her eyes locked on Zillah's the whole time.

Aella didn't want to admit it, but she had no idea where this museum/cafe was. She did not make a habit of frequenting museums on her friday nights. Aella wanted to appear strong and seductive tonight. So, she could not show a sign of weakness by letting Zillah know she had never heard of this museum before.

Her small feet finally carried her to the door where Zillah stood waiting. What was she to do? What would keep him interested?

Aella reached into Zillah's leather jacket idly playing with the crimson straps just out of view as he leaned against the door. As she toyed with Zillah, she swung her dark red hair around so that it was all on one side of her neck. She slowly leaned forward towards Zillah, stopping next to his ear so that her lips almost brushed his flesh as she whispered, "Who's taunting?"

Who ever said she was a bad actress?!? Aella surprised even herself as she traced a finger across Zillah's stomach. She pulled back, still keeping her hands on Zillah's waist.

"Now, where were we going again?" Aella asked, smiling playfully at Zillah. The truth was, she kind of liked being someone other than herself for a change.

Valerian & Gemma - The Haven, entering the VIP lounge upstairs
 

"You may take me wherever you like," Gemma said, barely following his gaze to see where he intended to take her.

Instead, her eyes once again locked on his and drew them to her. He kept finding himself almost unable to look away, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was using magic on him, or if it was all her. Practicing magic or using disciplines in an Elysium was strictly forbidden, and it would get her in trouble for sure if she was found out.
But, there was something telling him she was indeed as innocent as she seemed, that her allure was genuine.

Placing a gentle hand on the arch of her lower back, he gestured for the stairs, guiding her towards the VIP lounge. He let her lead the way, and as he himself started ascending them, right behind her, he glanced over his shoulder at the dance floor, just to make sure he wasn't neglecting someone that for some reason or other had been waiting for him.
Seeing no one, he turned back and soon found himself staring at Gemma's hips, and the way they swayed seductively as she climbed the last few steps. Upon reaching the second floor, she stopped and waited for him to join her. The door to the lounge was right infront of them, and with a smile Valerian reached past her and swung it open for her to enter. He himself followed, and locked the door securely behind them. The last thing they needed was some mortal walking in right in the middle of things.

The room wasn't very big, but it was welcoming. Claudia's empty desk was standing in one of the corners, with various papers and folders neatly stacked on top, and few locked cabinets behind it. In the other side of the room, opposite the large windows, were two comfy looking black sofas along the walls of another corner.

"Please", Valerian said, motioning towards them, inviting Gemma to make herself comfortable.



(((ooc: Isley - Vampires can bite anywhere, but the areas where there's a pulse are the most common ones; the neck and the wrists. When biting the neck, most Kindred tend to go for the carotid artery, where the blood is fresh and wholesome, instead of the jugular where it's already passed through the whole body.
A woman who was embraced while pregnant would loose her child. Her body no longer nurtures the child, and so she would instantly miscarry.)))

Esther - Nosferatu clan meeting
 

((OoC: No other Nosferatu just means nobody to bounce off for things like clan meetings. Hopefully someone will decide to join eventually.))

Esther's eyes skimmed over all of the assembled Nosferatu. They all seemed to be present and accounted for, except for those on guard duty for the warrens. Good, at least they realised that if the Primogen called for a sudden meeting it was probably important. And nothing came before clan business for the Nosferatu.

"Why has this meeting been called?" asked the elder sitting to her right, his tone not acusatory, but curious, "Unscheduled meetings are highly unusual."
"I know," Esther replied noting the silence in the chamber, everyone wanted to hear the answer, "but tonight I was called to meeting the Prince held with all the Primogen." A slight chuckle came from the rest of the elders. She was not the only one who thought being of too high a Camarillian rank was cumbersome, but she had to admit that in some instances it meant that you found out about things first. "As I was saying," she raised her voice to get their attention fully on her again, " The Prince has called a blood hunt on one Milo Burne Nye of the Malkavian clan." A murmer started to rise amongst the assembled, but Esther continued, "As with all blood hunts, I for one would like to know all the facts of the case in hand. I'll share mine first. Fact: Mr. Nye fed a human whilst feeding and was caught doing so by other humans. Fact: This is a serious breach of the Traditions of the Masquerade and is punishable by death. Does anyone have anything else to add?"

Noise began to bubble through the room as the excitement of the bloodhunt started permeting the atmosphere of the meeting. Eventually Esther raised her voice once more, "Fine! If nbobody has anything specific to say, does anybody at least have the answer to a question I want answered. How old is this neonate?"
"But a few nights. Not even a week, I believe," a voice rang out from the hubub, which promptly rose.

Esther raised her fist to her mouth and leaned her head on it. So. The Prince was a by the book stickler then. She had hoped he was not that typical a ventrue. Snapping back to the meeting she called out "Quiet! One at a time. We all know the rules, we can all express ourr opinions and arguments BUT we have to listen. Please try not to repeat something that has already been said."

Thje Nosferatu were remarkably effeicient at their weird form of clan discussion. Admitedly, they practised often enough but it still did not take terribly long for the myriad of opinions and viewpoints to be expressed. Unfortunately, for once, there was no clear direction emerging from the comments. Eventually one of the other Elders spoke, "Esther - you appear pensive. Care to share your opinions on the matter?"

"I'll try to be concise," she spoke, "I do not share the relish for the hunt that some of you seem to have. Final death does not hold much appeal to me except in extreme cases. And I must admit that I do not agree with the Prince's decision on this matter. One of our own Neonates would probably still be physically undergoing the change at the this stage, likewise I would believe that those in other clans would be undergoing the same mental process, but this is a Malkavian. While it may not be obvious to the eyes, their change is just as harsh as ours. We would still require the 'newborn' to be under constant supervision and like a human newborn, I would not hold him responsible for his actions at this stage. The Traditions are there to protect us from the wrath of humans, but that does not mean that we cannot take other things into consideration. Punishments such as these are to discourage the behaviour in question. Mr. Nye's sire deserved the bloodhunt, in my opinion, not him. And I doubt the Camarilla high council would fault anyone for coming to that conclusion in a case such as this."

A murmer rose amingst the assembled Nosferatu once more. The words and suggestions of all would be heard and considered, but those of the elders who had lived longest generally held the most weight, especially among the neonates.

Esther coughed slightly to indicate she had not yet finished, "However, I also do not believe this to be an issue where we as a clan have to act as a whole, for once. I believe this is a situation where we can all decide for ourselves how involved we wish to be. Those who wish to participate can by all means do so. Those who are opposed, I advise that you merely avoid involvement. I do not want anyone to actively hinder the bloodhunt - for those neonates who have not experienced one yet, hindering the bloodhunt would be asking for a similar fate. Whilst we may in general be able to avoid a lot of trouble and suspicion, it is not worth the risk in this case and I doubt the clan would be able to help you. By all means, if you see him before midnight warn him of the impending hunt, but make sure you get some means of payment first. While the warning is by no means against any rules, it could be looked on unfavourably. A business transaction on the other hand would be seen as 'typically Nosferatu' even if somewha misguided."

And with that Esther folded her arms and leaned back as she watched the assembled Nosferatu mutter and murmer and discuss and eventually disperse. Those who didn't wish to be involved would probably mostly stay out of sight for the evening. She, however, had other things to do. Excusing herself from the other elders, she made her way into the dark sewer systems.

Gemma and Valerian : The Haven
 

The room Valerian had let Gemma into was very cozy, and she felt at home as soon as she stepped through the door.

"Please", Valerian said, motioning towards two comfortable-looking black sofas against the wall, inviting Gemma to make herself comfortable.

Gemma just bit her lip at his act of kindness, and gently took Valerian's hand in hers once more, lightly caressing it. She dropped his hand delicately and made her way seductively over to one of the couches, depositing herself onto one of the big cushions.

She did have to admit, that was one comfortable couch! Gemma stared longlingly at Valerian from across the room. She wondered what Valerian was thinking as she crossed her legs under her skirt, smiling slightly at him.

Why did she feel such a connection to this man? Why was he so irresistable? Was he attracted to her? Did he feel a connection? All these questions swam through her mind as she waited for Valerian to make his move. She was utterly entranced.

Breaking herself from her trance, she brushed a long strand of raven hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She coyly looked around the tiny room, studying it as she waited for Valerian.

Milo + Vevila : Streets
 

((Hmm, since no one has interacted with Vevila, I'm going to post again! Hope it's okay for me to interact with Milo even though there's a bloodhunt called on him. I'm going to assume Vevila has no knowledge of the Blood hunt that was called since she hasn't spoken to any other vampires.))

There was a whisper in the air, a soft, hissing murmur. The hushed tones were almost words that Vevila could decipher, but they were just beyond her comprehension. A foreign language or dialect, but it was desperate, as if trying to convey an urgent message. She strained her ears, but the understanding wouldn't come.

"It's cold..." She spoke softly, drawing her sleeves more tightly to her milky white skin. Her eyes scanned the thinning streets around her; the crowds of people had begun to dissipate, and now only a few solitary figures dotted each side of the street. Rushing toward her in an erratic stride was a young man (Milo) with raven hair and slate eyes, from which poured an all-too familiar stream of blood-red tears.

"What the--" Vevila rushed forward and placed a gentle, reassuring hand on the man's forearm before drawing away. Only a Neonate would be so foolish as to allow themself to cry in public, unconcealed. "Come, fledgling. No such tears should be shed in plain sight." Her piercing blue-purply-red eyes bore into him with an unwavering intensity, as if searching his very insides for the source of the blood-tears. From the inside of her sweater came a handkerchief, pure white as a fresh blanket of snow. With an extended ivory hand she offered the square of fabric to the childe, a calming smile settling over her sultry features. There was suddenly a maternal air about her, and her mere presence was that of total calm and reassurance. "Come now, it pains me to see one of my kind so." Her melodious voice was soothing, and she gave a nod to the handkerchief.

Kira at Club Brujah
 

"Hey you ready to get out of here?" Sam asked Kira.
"Yeah."

They left and was walking down the street in silence until they came to another club.

"Lets try this one" Sam told Kira.
"So we are are clubbing? you know I dont do this, Lets just head home." Kira moaned.
"No. You are going to get out wether you like it or not. Now come."

Once again Kira went into a club she didnt want to go in. She saw a devishly handsome man in the front.Why do I keep seeing good looking men tonight? Kira thought. Sam pulled her a little to ruff and made her bump into him.
"Sam! Will you stop pulling me. You are making me bump into every bloody person there is!" Kira yelled. Her irish accent had a way of making Sam squeam.

Kira turned to the man, "I'm sorry. I didnt mean to bump into you. The stupid friend I have seems to want me to either fall on my arse or bump into every bloody person there is."

Giving Sam a look that she knew tore into her soul. She turned back to the man. Her eyes were sworming with anger. It made it look like smoke was actuall in her grey eyes. Her temper had a way fo getting to her. She had a hard time contolling it.

((ooc: the man is Cade. ))

Andre DeLucian - The Prince's Office/ Lobby
 

Andre nodded his head slowly in time to the thrumming beat. All around him humans danced and twirled, swaying drunkenly when they stopped. The heavy smells of sweat, alcohol and smoke swirled around him. It was nthing like the Haven, this shoddy human club, but it was good for some entertainment. His cellphone buzzed and Andre reached down and flipped it open. It was a text from Damian's secretary, telling him to come to the office. Damn, always when he was busy. Andre sighed and pushed past the moving bodies out into the cool night air.

Andre pushed past the doorguard into the austere building, his head still swimming with the smells and sounds of the club. It would have been too easy to find a meal there. Andre walked into the cozy lobby, lowering himself onto one of the plush sofas. A darkhaired Ventrue beaty already waite there. "Why are we here?" Andre inquired, turning to face her.

Bee at the princes office- in lobby
 

While waiting and thinking what the hell the meets were for, a dark haired man came in. He looked to be a Ventrue.
"Why are we here?" The man asked
"I am not sure. It must be important though for him to call us here imedately."She turned to him, " And as seeing that I was just here last night for bad news , I hope it is good news tonight." She woundered who this ventrue was She had been in the city for many years and had not yet met this Ventrue. It made her curious as to who he was. He defanitely wasnt a young kindred.

"And you are?" Bee asked with a warm smile.

((ooc:srry so short. I am at a loss for words.))

Cade - Club Diebuk, Kira & Sam
 

Cade watched as Ben disappeared out into the night, his giant form mellowing to a shadow just around the corner. Cade stood and looked around at the crowd inside his club after his leaving. Though the term crowd would be a slight understatement. The dance floor itself was scarcely visible underneath the sea of shadowed bodies, which danced beneath the strobe light; a great mixture of humans and vampires, of several clans and dispositions, all fusing together in the heat of the lights and loud music. Cade watched closer, surveying the bar and dark corners of the room. His eyes thinned and pierced through the darkness of the doorway. He watched like a predator stalking prey, as he rarely did, for most of the time he was in his private room entertaining guests. But tonight it was different. Cade discontinued his surveying and slowly moved down the steps leading to the dance floor. But just as he reached an opening through the crowd, somebody had bumped into his back, causing his head to spin around in their direction, the corner of his mouth raised in a scowl. He saw the red headed woman shout at her friend.
"Sam! Will you stop pulling me. You are making me bump into every bloody person there is!" Cade watched them, his scowl slowly fading, though his eyes remained in a deathly stare. The young woman turned to him, heated.
"I'm sorry. I didnt mean to bump into you. The stupid friend I have seems to want me to either fall on my arse or bump into every bloody person there is." Cade said nothing. But the more he looked at her, the more he began to notice her beauty. Radiant red hair. Ghostly grey eyes. He slowly began to recognise her face. Still half turned around, he spoke loudly over the music.
"Just watch yourself in here." He said sternly, indicating that there were scarier vampires than him lurking in his club. He said nothing more and gave a hint of a smile, brushing past in between bodies, making his way over to the bar to talk with his bartender.

Kira
 

"Just watch yourself in here." the man said
"Aye." Kira said in return.
to her and walked off wiht a slight grin. Not much of a talker she presumed. That is okay. She didnt want to be here.
Sam came up to her.
" Kira.."
"Dún do chlab! (shut up)" Kira cut her off." Have your fun now. It will be tha last I come with you."
And she turned away to go to the bar. Sam knew very little of her native language, but she did know them when Kira was mad. She had a tendancy to curse in it.

She got to the bar and found that man once again. She sat down and said nothing to him,
óinseach (idiot) she mumbled to herself thinking of Sam.
"Give me a water." She told the bartender. He looked at her like she was crazy. Which was not a good thing to do at the time.
"Do you not know what water is? Or are you not good at your job of getting what people ask?" She growled at him. He looked shocked and walked off and returned with water.
"It wasnt that hard, now was it? Thankyou." She took a sip. She could use some scotch now. Rarely did she ever drink. It had been years since she drank. But she was so highly pissed she could drink one.

((ooc: i am getting the irish language word from here , so if anyone is irish and it is wrong, im sorry, but that is what it said.))

"And you are?" Bee asked with a warm smile.

Andre smiled at the woman. She was very beautiful, with raven hair and ruby lips. " How rude of me, I am Andre DeLucian." He said, Giving a theatrical deep bow from the waist. Andre was normally very aloof, but he could also be a horrible flirt. "I have been gone for quite a few years and it seems you came here in my absence. What is your name?"

" How rude of me, I am Andre DeLucian." He said, Giving a theatrical deep bow from the waist.
It made Bee grin slightly seeing the bow. She ran her fingers threw her hair trying to get it out of her face.
"I have been gone for quite a few years and it seems you came here in my absence. What is your name?"

He anwered Bees question without her even asking.

"I am Beyonca, know more as Bee." She grinned at him. "It seems I have came in your absence. " He looked like a Ventrue from head to toe. His presence and the way he talked.
" How long where you gone?"

Valerian & Gemma - VIP lounge at The Haven
 

Again there was shyness visible on Gemma's pretty features. Valerian marveled at how someone could seem so assertive one minute, and so timid the next. And so genuine. He'd seen people pretend to be shy when really they were anything but, just as a way of flirting. But that was not what Gemma was doing. And Valerian was very much intrigued by it, even by his standards.

Before making her way over to one of the sofas, she paused a while to let her hand brush against his, giving it a gentle caress. Valerian resisted the urge to grip it firmly and pull her to him.
Instead, he simply watched as she moved over to the sofa, each step she took a small act of temptation and enticement. He got the distinct impression she was seducing him. But he didn't know if it was purely in the Kindred sense of the word, or the human one as well. There were Kindred that since their Embrace didn't enjoy the thrills of a mortal kiss shared any more than they did lovemaking. But then there were those like Valerian, who still treasured the mortal kind of intimacy, although few enjoyed it to the point he did. While they did appreciate kissing and sometimes cuddling, they saw no point in the act of lovemaking itself, as it no longer brought them the same pleasure it had when they were still human. Thus, the only sweet ecstacy they yearned for was that of taking the blood from a mortal. Or, in this case, a fellow Kindred.
Valerian didn't yet know what category Gemma fit into, but realized her intentions would soon reveal themselves. And whatever they were, Valerian felt he would have no objections.

Sitting down on the sofa Gemma shot a glance and the hint of a smile his way, before starting to look around the room, almost like she was trying to find something to comment on in order to break the silence. And at the same time, she didn't seem to mind it. It wasn't an uncomfortable one, but rather one filled with... anticipation.
Slowly he started moving towards her. The look she had given him had made him feel like there were tiny invisible strings pulling him closer, and he soon sat himself down next to her.
The only sounds heard were the faint rustles as either of them moved, and the muffled, suggestive thumping from the music below.

Valerian was the one to make the first move, as she had let him take the lead. The situation was clearly unfamiliar to her. Locking his gaze with hers, Valerian raised his hand and gave her cheek a gentle caress. Then he leaned closer, as if to kiss her, and while doing so he let his fang tear open a small cut in his lower lip. Just enough to draw blood.
He kissed her softly - merely brushed his lips against hers - allowing her the first taste of him; of the rich sweetness with the intoxicating, exhilarating tang that was his blood.
He wanted to let her decide where she wanted to bite him. Most who came to him for warmth and affection tended to choose the neck, as it offered far more intimacy than drawing the blood from his wrist, like those who came to him as connoisseurs, to appreciate him much like they would a fine wine. After all, not all of his rendezvous were about closeness.


(((innoscent & Penny - You can have the secretary tell your characters the Prince is ready to see them, and send them in, whenever you're ready. He'll be sitting at his desk. Also, there are other Ventrue there as well, but they're NPC's.)))

((ooc: Just wanted to let people know I won't be online tomorrow or the next day because I will be away. But when I get back on Friday I'll jump in again Hope that's okay.))

Gemma and Valerian
 

As Valerian sat down next to her on the sofa, Gemma's excitement mounted. She wanted so much to be closer to Valerian, to taste him, to be connected. She stared into Valerian's eyes, as he caressed her soft cheek. Gemma sighed slightly as Valerian's fang bit a small cut in his lip just enough for a drop of blood to shine on the surface. He slowly came forward and softly brushed his lips against hers in a sweet kiss.

As their lips brushed, Gemma leaned into the kiss, tasting more of the blood. The amount of blood from the cut wasn't really enough for her to get a feel of much of anything, but she didn't care. She leaned farther into the kiss, closing her eyes as it became more than just a brushing of the lips. The kiss was slow and soft, but very passionate. Gemma interlaced her fingers into Valerian's once more, imitating their earlier contact.

The little tinge of blood within the kiss was enough to make her ecstatic, but the blood was not her only reason for enjoying the kiss; she genuinely liked Valerian. A lot. She pulled away slowly from Valerian, biting his lip softly in the process. The bite was not in a greedy way with her fangs, but in an affectionate way with her regular teeth.

Gemma's eyes gleamed as she tasted the Toreador's blood on her lush lips. She leaned forward a little and went in for one more soft kiss. Shockwaves were sent through her body as she kissed his soft lips.

She kissed her way down from his lips, along his jawline, and down his cream-colored neck. Her fangs came down, and her eyes gleamed and became crystalline as she felt pure joy and sank her teeth passionately into his neck. Gemma felt amazing as his she tasted him. Inspiration washed over her, and deep love for all things beautiful soon followed. She realized the beauty in everything around her, especially Valerian. It was almost enough to make her weep as she withdrew and licked the bite. The effects of the blood were still apparent in her as she leaned forward and softly kissed Valerian once more.

"That was amazing."

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((OOC: Atropa - If you wanted to add something in before Gemma bit Valerian, I would happily edit my post. =) ))

"I am Beyonca, know more as Bee." She grinned at him. "It seems I have came in your absence. " He looked like a Ventrue from head to toe. His presence and the way he talked.
" How long where you gone?"

Andre nodded. Beyonca. A lovely name, although not one he had heard much. It hadn't been very popular in his time. He flicked a hand to push the wisps of hair that had escaped from his ponytail out of his face. " I was gone for quite a few years. I found that LA became to boisterous for me so I left, followed my roots back to France." Andre was silent for a moment, his pale face as cold and blank as stone. He was just about to tell her about Grace when a short secretary appeared and ushered them into the office.

((Atropa - I'm glad you like it! =) That's fine. You can always take as long as you want to reply to my posts. ))

" I was gone for quite a few years. I found that LA became to boisterous for me so I left, followed my roots back to France."

His face was stern while saying that. There was something more there. It looked like he was about to say something else whenever the secretary came to tell them that the prince was ready for them. She nodded at him and followed went in to the Princes office.

Milo and Vevila - Streets of L.A.
 

#10 [Third Night - Bloodhunt]

Being approached by the beautiful woman, Milo came to a complete standstill, abrupted in his laugh as well as in his cry of anguish. Although she spoke to him, in such a sweet welcoming voice, he didn't reply at first. It was as if she was using a foreign language, it could have been Arameic for all he understood at the moment. But her tone and caring gesture with the handkerchief was speaking a language across any boarder. She had no menacing expression on her face, so Milo didn't feel the need to run from her. But he looked deep into her intense gaze, almost drowning in her eyes of mixed colours. To him, she was a dark luring Galadriel. Since he felt no dread, he began to grasp the concept of a goodness in the dark.

His mind was telling him that she had something in common with the beautiful man at The Haven. Though he could not find what it was, in his haze of thoughts. But he knew she was not like him, and that gave him comfort. He hadn't met anyone from this "Malkavian" that gave any ensurance. So he began to speak.

"I am body of water", he said and his eyes turned to the ground.

It was like he was a addressing a queen of some sort, and had no right to look her in the eyes. She was the embodiment of beauty and elegance, and since Milo had not been fit to be around such creatures when having a heartbeat that feeling stayed with him when dead.



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((( ooc: Trampledsneakers - Sorry for the delay :doh , but here's my reply! )))

Zilla and Aella
 

Aella reached into his jacket and began playing with the crimson straps as he leaned against the door. Zillah's eyebrow raised a little. Here in public well she was a game girl. Not that he was going to protest about a little flirting or anything else she might want to do. His eyes wandered from her own taking in the sight of the exposed pale neck. He was almost tempted to bite it, just to see if she'd scream, but he was distracted by the brush of her words against his ear. "Who's taunting?" And the finger that traced against his stomach setting him on fire.

As she kept her hands upon his waist Zillah covered them with his own, running smooth fingers over her flesh lightly caressing the tender underside of her wrist. His delicate touch tightened to a bruising grip then pushed her backwards, hard and fast, spinning her so she hit the wall. His arms pinning her lightly against it, heatbeat rising into an angry thump. His head moved to within an inch of Aellas, so he could taste her breath, feel the pulse gushing through her veins. Never once removing his jade eyes from her own lime orbs, his lips barely grazed against hers as he spoke. "You are, darlin'".

Then he laughed again, releasing her from his grip. The boyish coy smile blushing across his mouth as he stepped backwards, forcing himself to wait, to enjoy the thrill of temptation that was often so much sweeter than the gratification itself. "Not that I mind."

Zillah's eyes danced with interest as he headed out the door, "So tell me something interesting about yourself. What do you do? What do you like?"

(OOC If anyone saw my earlier post, I've taken it out for now until Penny's read it as it concerns Ada

Atropa I know I'm a pest but are we continuing this night for another week I uhm like to plan a bit...))

Damian w/ Beyonca & Andre - penthouse office / Valerian & Gemma at The Haven
 

There had been mixed feelings about the blood hunt. Even though none of the Primogen had voiced their thoughts, or given them away through their facial expressions, Damian had sensed them. As a Ventrue Elder, he'd developed a knack for sensing people's emotions, human or Kindred alike, even when not displayed in any way. That was partly why he was such an exceptionally talented businessman.
Some of the Primogen hadn't seemed to care much about the blood hunt, others had seemed excited, and others yet had seemed somewhat bothered.
True, a blood hunt was a serious matter, but so was the situation that had brought it about. A Kindred violating the Masquerade in the way Milo had done... The Prince could show no mercy. He couldn't afford to be "nice", and possibly have a fledgling run amok on the streets of Los Angeles. Milo had already lost control once, and not even his Sire had been able to stop him. What guarantees did Damian have it wouldn't happen again?
If they do it to you once, shame on them.
If they do it to you twice, shame on you.


After the council left, he sat back down in his chair, slowly spinning around to face the windows, watching the night sky and loosing himself in deep thoughts. Until once again there was the familiar buzz from the intercom when his secretary informed him that several Ventrue were now waiting in the lobby.
Glancing at his designer gold wrist watch and realizing it was now indeed midnight, he told her to let them in as he was ready to see them. As he heard the doors open he slowly spun the chair back around to face his approaching clan members, and watched in silence as they took their seats.
Once he had everyone's full attention, he let his gaze roam every face before him. Then he spoke.

"Early this evening it was brought to my attention that a crime has been commited, by the Malkavian neonate known as Milo", he started, his voice as firm as ever. "A human was slain. But although a highly detestable abomination, it in itself is not a crime."

He paused only for a moment to let his words, and most of all his opinion, to register in their minds. He didn't think too highly of the lowly humans, but as a Ventrue, and a Camarillan Prince, he saw it as his duty to protect them, in spite of their naïveté.

"However", he soon continued, having decided to refrain from the monologues he was known to hold and instead get to the point. "There were witnesses. Mortal ones. The Masquerade was broken. And that, my kin, is a crime. One I will not forgive, nor tolerate. Thus, I have declared a blood hunt. As your Primogen as well as your Prince, it is my duty to inform you. Milo Burne Nye of the Malkavian has violated Camarillan law. There is no mercy to be given. His life is forfeit. "



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As their lips touched, Valerian was delighted to find that Gemma not only allowed his kiss, but responded to it, passionately. She leaned into it, sank closer to him, her fingers seeking out his and hooking themselves between them. She was hungry for the warmth and closeness that he offered, and seemed to now have thrown all doubts and caution to the wind.
And Valerian was more than happy to give. He had so much love and tenderness to share with everyone, and he never asked for anything in return. Ever. But being given just the tiniest gesture of affection in response only made his adoration grow. More than once people had compared him to a kitten, but without the feline arrogance. The soft purr in his voice, his playful and affectionate nature, his catlike grace, the inherent sensualism in the way he moved, and the air about him that seemed to be calling out for people to cuddle him.

Slowly Gemma broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, coaxing his lips into a smile by nibbling at the lower one, almost as if trying to lure him into yet another one. Her eyes gleamed with relish as she savored the first taste of his blood on her tounge, and her mouth soon returned to brush against his again in another soft but spine-tingling kiss, before tracing it's way along his jaw and down to his neck. Even though he knew there was none, Valerian could almost feel her warm breath caress his neck, and as his eyes closed to better grasp the sensation of her Kiss, he tilted his head slightly to the side to allow her better access. Moments later, her fangs gently grazed his soft skin, before piercing it and causing a soft moan to escape his lips. There was no telling if it was from pleasure or pain. When it came to Valerian, they could even very well be one and the same.

He stayed almost perfectly still the entire time, only his fingertips drifting gently up along her back and into the hair at the nape of her neck, and back again. The familiar blissful daze brought by the Kiss spread it's wings in his mind, and another moan - even softer than the first - emitted from his throat. And this time there was no doubt about it; it was one of the sweetest pleasure.
When her instincts told her she had taken enough, Gemma slowly withdrew, licking the two delicate wounds in the process, before tracing her lips back to his for a final kiss. His mind still foggy, Valerian smiled as he tasted his own blood on hers, and followed slightly in the motion when she pulled back, reluctant for their lips to part.

"That was amazing."

Her voice was soft and composed, but Valerian thought he heard a tiny tremble; the only proof he needed to know that she had indeed recieved what he'd set out to offer. Emotions stronger than any sensible thoughts were coursing through her, imprinting themselves in her mind to only slowly fade over time.

"It was my pleasure", he smiled softly, and the sincerity in his eyes confirmed that had been a most delectable experience for him as well.

Though as the mist slowly lifted from his mind, there came a slightly concerned crease between his eyebrows.

"I hope this will not get you into hot water with your fellow Tremere?" he said, tilting his head inquisitively. "I would hate to have caused you any inconvenience."


(((ooc: veldagia - Yup. I think with the pace we're keeping, another week is appropriate. And hush, you're so not a pest! )))

Mina with Ada - Mina's office
 

Mina stood facing the window silently brewing with cold anger, she was completely motionless as though a statue carved from snow-white marble, yet inside the wheels turned as she formed her decision. Hearing footsteps sharply falling against the wooden floor behind her she turned slowly to encompass Ada with her cold penetrating gaze. Mina stayed silent, the atmosphere pure liquid nitrogen as she scrutinised the woman standing before her. Should she spare her, as Damian had wished? Or make an example to the others in her clan who might threaten the pyramid? But she could not go against his wish, for if he found out her word would become tarnished in his eyes. Already she feared, he was wary of her manipulative Tremere ways. He was not a man to be easily fooled, rather it was best to coax him so he felt he was getting his own way. Still she could not deny that her attraction made it so much easier to fall by his side.

Eventually Mina spoke her voice cutting through the stillness of the air like a shard of ice. "I will not tolerate such disrespect for this clan, for the Masquerade, your actions have brought shame upon us all. You make a mockery of your bloodline. Tonight, I met with the Prince to discuss your actions, I have never been so ashamed to call another, one of my own." She paused allowing the full weight of her word to settle upon Ada like a shower of hail. "But this is your first offence within my term. And the Masquerade was not broken due to a Toredore's thoughtful actions. Indeed you owe Valerian your life, if he had not acted to protect his club, you would not be standing before me."

Mina took a step towards her, cold detirmination in her glassy eyes. She would be listened to, Ada may dismisss Valerian's words but hers had better not be forgotten. Still she held the power inside, a silent threat. Unknown to some, her office was held apart from the Elysium and if she saw the creep of disloyalty flow over Ada's features for even a second, the woman would be reminded of just what Mina was capable of. Mina hadn't risen through the ranks by being nice and delightful, no she'd carefully destroyed every one that dared stand in her way with a single-minded detirmination.

Mina began to speak the thoughtful tones running through her words as her face remained neutrally calm. "I believe we should all have the chance to learn from our mistakes, but mistakes have a price. I cannot turn a blind eye upon you, but no blood-hunt will be called, this time. I see within you the ability to become a noble Tremere once the lessons are fulfilled."

"I have therefore decided that you are to leave the city. A secluded Tremere chantry have agree that you can stay there and participate in their research. Francies is a rather strict teacher, a few Tremere have even disappeared within his domain. But he is one whom you could learn much from. There are no human's for miles around so I expect you will find it rather more difficult to break our rules." Mina informed her the cold emerald eye's baring into Ada's skull as though she might tear it apart, piece by piece until she could firmly grasp and destroy the cells that caused Ada to run astray like a naughty child.

"Be warned, do not return to this city before you feel sufficently reformed." Her voice rose slightly bristling with cold anger betraying the mask of her features. "I do not care if it takes a week, a month or a century, childe. You are to return to see me only once your manners are improved and you can demonstrate true respect. Only then will enterance be gained back into this city."

Her orders spoken Mina turned on her heels and strode out of the room. She did not need to hear any any words from Ada, she knew the woman was not foolish enough to disobey on this. Surely she would see the opportunity within to further the cause of her clan and therefore pay back for the disrespect that had fallen upon their shoulders.


((OOC Just so you all know Ada's punishment was agreed by PennytheCorgi - and she can return whenever Penny wishes ))

Aella and Zillah
 

Aella was surprised that she wasn't scared when Zillah gripped her wrists and handled her roughly. She was surprisingly turned on by this. Was she becoming this character that she was playing? Was she delving too far into the role?

When Zillah's lips grazed hers in response to her 'taunt', Aella wanted to bite his bottom lip. Hard enough to draw blood. She didn't want to do this in a mean way, but in a crazy passionate way. Thankfully, she shook her head silently and came back to her senses. Zillah began out the door into the breezy night, as Aella followed.

"So tell me something interesting about yourself. What do you do? What do you like?" He said to her. She wondered whether she should lie or not.

"I'm a model and actress," She said, deciding on part truth, "I like to have fun, go out, and am up for trying almost anything once. What about you? What do you do and like to do?"

She walked next to Zillah on the sidewalk, her hips swaying a little more than usual as she got into character. She was enjoying this just a little too much, and was surprised that she was going somewhere she had never been, with someone she had just met. Aella realized she was attracted to Zillah in a strange, "I-want-to-rebel" sort of way, as they walked down the sidewalk to this cafe.

Andre - The Prince's Office / Ada - Mina's Office
 

Andre DeLucian
"There were witnesses. Mortal ones. The Masquerade was broken. And that, my kin, is a crime. One I will not forgive, nor tolerate. Thus, I have declared a blood hunt. As your Primogen as well as your Prince, it is my duty to inform you. Milo Burne Nye of the Malkavian has violated Camarillan law. There is no mercy to be given. His life is forfeit. "

Andre shook is head in amused confusion. Were the kindred of LA all drinking tainted blood? First Ada had broken the masquerade and now Milo. He was relieved at least to not have heard Ada's name mentioned. Surely if a blood hunt was to be called for her the prince would have mentioned it along with Milo. He shuddered at the thought of her being punished by her primogen, Mina though. All around Andre the room buzzed with the hushed excitement of the other Ventrue. Few would admit it, but a blood hunt was welcomed sport to the normally aloof and austere Ventrue. Even Andre coudn't help but feel a thrill at thought of a hunt. What a way to be welcomed back.

Ada Von Vita
"Be warned, do not return to this city before you feel sufficently reformed." Her voice rose slightly bristling with cold anger betraying the mask of her features. "I do not care if it takes a week, a month or a century, childe. You are to return to see me only once your manners are improved and you can demonstrate true respect. Only then will enterance be gained back into this city."

With this being said Mina strode briskly out of the room, leaving Ada standing there in shocked humiliation. She stared blankly at the closed door, willing it to open and Mina to walk back in with a teasing smile. Telling her that it was all a lie but that she expected an apology. The door remained closed though and Ada could feel her face grow hot with the sting of Mina's verbal slap and the warmth of bloody tears. The stunned shock was soon replaced by a brief flood of malice in which she cursed the names of Mina, Valerian, Beyonca, The Prince and the human girl who had started this all. It quickly passed though and was replaced by painful, sickening shame. This was exactly as she deserved. She should have controlled her anger better. Even after the incident, both Beyonca and Valerian had given her a free ticket out and she had turned it away. Maybe this banning was just what she needed.

Ada slipped into the hall where Mina's secretary was waiting. He handed her a piece of paper with the information on how to reach the chantry where Francies would be waiting for her. The night was still early as Ada slipped outside and headed for the chantry, never turning once to stare back at the city she so loved.

OOC: Bye guys, I'll try to bring a somewhat reformed Ada back ASAP.

Jessica / Sarah
 

((I know I'm late with this, but better late than never. BTW- It's project time, so I might be later than usual replying. ))

Jess left the Penthouse. Immediatley, her cellphone was out, texting all her clan members in one, refined, consice message.

Blood Hunt --> Milo Burne Nye --> Malkavian --> You know what to do

She knew all of her clan knew what it meant. it wasn't like they've never heard of this before. Jess was still slightly tired, but hungry more. She walked the streets for a little while and found a prime meal. A handsome man, a little older than her (so to speak). Nobody was around. "You want to do something fun? for me?" He looked confused as she dragged him into an abandoned building. She came out, full, but she left the man passed out in the building.

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Bee left the apartment. I wonder what happened. Sarah searched the apartment for a blanket. Under the bed. In drawers. She didn't mean to be a snoop. All she wanted was a blanket. A light blue one was in her closet on a high shelf. But Sarah stopped for a moment to look at her clothes. Beautiful colors and fabrics filled the closet. They looked very expensive. She quickly breezed thorugh them incase Bee came back. These are goregous. She can afford these from being a photographer. Maybe I should take up Photography. Sarah got the blanket, but only after pulling a chair inside the bedroom from the kitchen. The chair was put back, closet closed, and drawers shut. sarah laid down on the couch and fell into a peaceful sleep.

((#2- I have a question. if all vampires can eat/drink is blood, can they do relatively humane things like drink water or use the bathroom?))

Zillah and Aella
 

"I'm a model and actress," Allella said, "I like to have fun, go out, and am up for trying almost anything once. What about you? What do you do and like to do?"

"Really." Zillah smirked as he translated 'model and actress' into 'waitress'. The response girls always gave when they wanted to sound beautiful and interesting. When they were truley either they were often too dedicated to be both, few women transitioned the boundaries between the artforms at the higher levels. Still, he decided to humour her, waitresses were more likely to do anything to please. And trying anything once, well that he might just have to push to the limits.

"I'm a Buisness and Finance Representative." Zillah smiled his voice drawling like dark melted chocolate. "I like to push things to their limit" He slipped his arm around her, guiding her gently and pulling her in closer to him with delicate crushing force. Pushing through the glass doors of the cafe, his voice dropping lower. "I love the rush of the wind and the curve of the road as I speed through the night on my Fireblade, I love to watch the colour drain from someone's face when I hold a gun to their head, I love the raw burn of a woman's nails scraping down my back. I love unpredictability, lack of stability, the contrast of red and black, the smokey taste of bourbon, anticipation, desire, hate and fear,"

"Oh, I almost forgot, the buzz of expressso." Zillah added with a teasing smile. He'd told the truth, but only that which was expected of him. The conclusions everyone drew when they took in the sweep of black leather, black rimmed eyes and hippy-streaks through his pale hair. The danger that simmered through his eyes always seemed to attract certain types, those that thought he'd bring some novelty to their lives, those that hoped to tame him or those that ran on the same adrenaline rush he did. But he couldn't quite pinpoint which box Allela belonged to she seemed to flit so easily between them. She appeared enticed by him yet some restraint held her back, stopped her from completely breaking free and relaxing. And the sheer intreque and guessing game drew him in.

He stopped abrubtly releasing her from his grip and pulled out a chair, holding it courtiously for her to sit down. One hand waved lazily through the air signalling for service whilst the other brushed a stray snow-bleeched strand from his face.

"So you been in any films or mags I might have seen?" Zillah asked Allella his voice attempting sincerity.

Gemma and Valerian : The Haven | Aella and Zillah
 

"I hope this will not get you into hot water with your fellow Tremere?" Valerian said, tilting his head inquisitively. "I would hate to have caused you any inconvenience."

Gemma couldn't believe how amazing he looked sitting there. She leaned forward and planted her lips on his, kissing him deeply and passionately.

"That's a chance I'm willing to take," Gemma sighed, as she pulled about an inch away from his lips. She collapsed down next to Valerian on the sofa, her nose nuzzled up in his neck, taking in his scent. She placed light kisses on his neck, with her hand just resting on his stomach. She liked being cuddled up to him like this; it was nice and felt safe.

However, what would Mina think? Would she be angry? Gemma could really care less at that very moment, the only thing that mattered was Valerian, but she couldn't help but feel nervous; as if Mina would some how find out and be angry.

"Not to sound like the typical female," Gemma purred into Valerian's ear, "but, how do you really feel about me?"

Her hand was idly stroking his stomach slowly, a lot of the effects of the Toreador blood still with her. She felt so much love for the beauty in the world still. She placed tiny kisses along his jaw-line while waiting for his answer.

Gemma did not know what she expected to hear from Valerian, but she was hoping for something. She didn't know how she would take it if he skirted around the question or decided not to answer. She put her arm across Valerian's stomach as she nuzzled up to his neck once more, hoping for the best.

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Aella

"I'm a Buisness and Finance Representative." Zillah smiled his voice drawling like dark melted chocolate. "I like to push things to their limit" He slipped his arm around her, guiding her gently and pulling her in closer to him with delicate crushing force. Pushing through the glass doors of the cafe, his voice dropping lower. "I love the rush of the wind and the curve of the road as I speed through the night on my Fireblade, I love to watch the colour drain from someone's face when I hold a gun to their head, I love the raw burn of a woman's nails scraping down my back. I love unpredictability, lack of stability, the contrast of red and black, the smokey taste of bourbon, anticipation, desire, hate and fear,"

What was Aella thinking, being here with him. What was she doing liking it? Liking his arm around her waist? She layed her hand upon his as they walked towards the table. When they got to the table, Zillah removed his hand from her waist and held out her chair.

Aella gracefully sat down as Zillah asked, "So you been in any films or mags I might have seen?"

"I was an extra in "War of the Worlds", but honestly, most tend to pass on me," Aella answered truthfully. "But, let's not talk about that now. I was just getting in a good mood, and I think you were about to 'push me to my limit'?"

She smiled at Zillah across the table as her leg touched his. This was really getting good. The more she heard from Zillah, the more she realized that he would be perfect for her story. She had to keep up the act now! Or was this even an act anymore? Aella contemplated this while she shamelessy flirted across the table. Grandma's money was running out, and the rent wouldn't pay itself; she needed this novel to be a success. . . .

The awkward movements, the stance, the flickering eyes. The young man's whole presence screamed out his clanship in a piercing, shrieking cry.

"I am body of water."

Vevila's thick black eyelashes fluttered open and closed several times in confusion. He was Malkavian; there was no doubt. His words were a riddle, or perhaps devoid of meaning entirely. Either way, she wasn't certain what the twist of words meant. Her multi-tonal gaze softened on him, and she brushed the bloody tears from his eyes. There was something about him, about many of the Malkavians, that sent a shiver creeping through her. What was it? Pity? Sympathy? Empathy? She felt a part of her weeping out in unison with the Malkavian's murmurings. Vevila had felt the insanity perforating her mind throughout the trying years of vampirism.

She pried herself from her thoughts and offered the man a kind and soothing smile.

"I am a body of water," Vevila spoke softly, as if trying to reassure him that whatever being a body of water meant, he wasn't alone in being it.

A humming, buzzing sound was soon vibrating her pocket. It startled her with it's abrupt ringing, for she had become entirely entranced by the young man standing before her. She reached down and drew it out quickly, her eyes skimming over the text quickly. It was from Jess. Her eyes narrowed. What?

"Blood hunt. Milo Byrne Nye. Malkavian. You know what to do."

The words swirled restlessly in her mind, a tumult of thoughts and emotions. A blood hunt? A great rarity. In her entire vampiric life, there had only been three that she had been made aware of. And one had been for her own Sire. Malkavian, she thought silently, her eyes flickering to the fidgety boy of the same clan standing before her. It couldn't be possible.

"One of your clan..." her voice was uncertain, as if unsure of whether or not the seemingly-fragile man could handle the concept of one of his clansmen being killed. "They're supposed to be killed. A blood hunt has been called."

((You're fine psyche!! Glad you've responded! I thought Vevila would never get a chance to RP with someone, even if they are a person condemned to death.))

Bee at the Princes office.
 

Bee listen carefully to what he was saying.

"However", he soon continued, having decided to refrain from the monologues he was known to hold and instead get to the point. "There were witnesses. Mortal ones. The Masquerade was broken. And that, my kin, is a crime. One I will not forgive, nor tolerate. Thus, I have declared a blood hunt. As your Primogen as well as your Prince, it is my duty to inform you. Milo Burne Nye of the Malkavian has violated Camarillan law. There is no mercy to be given. His life is forfeit. "

She couldnt believe what she heard. It was highly unexceptable. She agreed to what the Prince decitied. Bee was disgusted with what happened. She wasnt surprised that it was a malkavian that broke the law.

She nodded at the Prince in acceptance. Infuriated was all she felt. How dare a sire be so stupid. He should have had a blood hunt for him as well.

((I have no idea what to do with Edward...at all...gah.))

Zillah and Aella
 

"I was an extra in "War of the Worlds", but honestly, most tend to pass on me," Aella answered truthfully. "But, let's not talk about that now. I was just getting in a good mood, and I think you were about to 'push me to my limit'?"

Zillah grinned, so he'd pinned her correctly as the waitress type. Which probably also meant she lived a boring life and was just chasing after him for the excitement. Girl's like that were two a penny but it didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with this one. Desperation meant a girl would do anything for him. To claw their way into a guy with looks and cash. He almost wished he'd skipped the whole small talk routine and took her straight back home. The way her leg brushed seductively against his so he could feel the burning warmth of her thigh told him all he needed to know. She wasn't some demure princess he needed to woe. Rather a little minx who'd cut straight to the chase.

"OK Well, we'll start by pushing you to the limit on caffine." Zillah grinned with a cheeky wink. Then turned to the casually slouching waiter with a charming smile. "The usual jug of your rich italian, two expresso cups, and some of that grated bitter chocolate that's just marvelous." Sliding a note out of his wallet with an expression that informed he wasn't joking. "We might be here a while, I'm on a late shift."

Zillah rested his elbow upon the table, his black laquer tipped fingers supporting his ivory chin as he gazed at her intently. He'd lost track of the amount of time's he'd done this. Bumped into some girl then turned on the charms to seduce her over a drink, only to cast her away the next day once his lusts were spent. Allela was intoxicatingly pretty but there was jut something missing, something that didn't ring true with the eagerness. Like she would spend the whole night throwing herself at him but in the end claim a headache and leave him stranded.

"So," he smiled smoothly his eyes hardening into a penetrative gaze that caressed over Alella's pale face taking in the tropical eyes and invitingly plush lips. "Tell me about the first and the last men you f**ked."

The Prince meeting with the Ventrue clan
 

Damian allowed a few moments of excited whispering among the Ventrue before him. It had been a long time since he'd declared a blood hunt, mostly because most Kindred in the city had learned to either respect him, or at least fear him. It was widely known that breaking the Kindred laws within his domain would bring swift and harsh punishment. He had not made a name for himself by being a push over. Some would even say he bordered on being overzealous. But few had had a reason to accuse him of being unjust. Most of the decisions he made were clearly based on Camarillan law, and those that weren't as easy to trace, he could often explain in a way that made it sound like they too had sprung from the laws of Kindred society. Should anyone ever dare to question his decisions, that is.

"Silence!" he snapped firmly when the hushed chatter had gone on long enough.

Immediately the voices faded and the room was once again cloaked in silence. The Ventrue all knew he would never tell anyone twice. Either you obeyed, or you were back out in the streets so fast you didn't even know what had happened. The Prince had little patience with rudeness.
His gaze drifted across each face, locking with the eyes of each and everyone there. He was once again making sure he had everyone's attention.

"I'll speak frankly", he said. "It would make us look good, if this matter was fully dealt with by Ventrue hands."

By 'us', he mostly meant 'me', but as the general opinion of him had a tendency to reflect on the entire clan and vice versa, in reality it didn't really matter all that much. And 'us' sounded so much better, not to mention
less egocentric.

"Because we have the brains and the means to do what needs to be done without resorting to barbaric methods of violence, there seems to be a misconception among the simple-minded and less sophisticated clans, that we are afraid to get our hands dirty. You know as well as I that this is a most ridiculous fallacy, but nevertheless it is in our best interest to set those bumpkins straight."

He leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands over his stomach. He would quite enjoy to prove the other clans wrong, to ram it down their throats that Ventrue ability and resourcefulness was not to be trifled with.

"Now," he started wrapping things up. "If there are no questions, you are all excused."



(((ooc: sapphire - Carissa is in The Haven. He could run into her?)))

"I'll speak frankly", he said. "It would make us look good, if this matter was fully dealt with by Ventrue hands."

"Because we have the brains and the means to do what needs to be done without resorting to barbaric methods of violence, there seems to be a misconception among the simple-minded and less sophisticated clans, that we are afraid to get our hands dirty. You know as well as I that this is a most ridiculous fallacy, but nevertheless it is in our best interest to set those bumpkins straight."

He was right. The other clan think of them as to high classed. Scared to get dirty. Hope fully one of the Ventrues would find him and show all other clans that we can do all. We might have brains, but we have strenth too. Bee wouldnt mind getting her hands dirty. Sarah was probably sleeping at the house. She would have to call her and tell her she would be later than exspected.

Anger fumed in her eyes.
Nodded at the Prince and smiled, so he would know that she would do her best to find him.

((Question; what are the repercussions of defending a vampire that is the subject of a Blood Hunt? Like, if Vevila should, oh, I don't know...temporarily disobey the order and look after him?))

((ooc: I think atropa said that if someone tries to keep him safe, then they would kill her too. post 601. ))

Mina - ending up anywhere!
 

After dealing with Ada, Mina strode through into her private quarters. Sparsely decorated in luxurious antique elegance, each piece had its own meaning a little reminder of the past, from the oak carved chais lounge with its deadly serphants which wound around in their temptation of the apple to the snow leopard fur rug that stretched its soft pattern over to the heavy wooden floor. In the privacy she sank down onto the lounge, long elegant legs folding like a puppet collapsing on limp strings. The energy draining away with the cold fury to replaced with tenuous desolution. A sigh emited from between her unguarded lips as she contemplated just what she had done.

Had she made the right choice, to ban Ada from the city? Would Ada be better staying, and elegantly presenting words of apology to all those involved? She knew she had banned Ada from her sight for fear what such malice and insolence would do to her, the bitter anger that threatened to expolde inside. For Mina knew if she had stayed a moment longer she would have done something she might eventually regret, her anger at Ada ran so deep for the humiliation she had caused her. But it wouldn' t be a regret for Ada's sake, but for her own and the jepody it would place on her association with Damian.

Mina's eyes closed, weary with the night, she could not, would not doubt herself. Such doubts laid her bare before her critizisers. Gave them a path by which they might themselves question her judgement. She had followed all laws of the Carmarilla, of the Tremere and excercised her right as an elder. Her decision was based on the facts and was fair. Still she had sent the woman away from the city she loved. A punishment Mina had experienced after the death of her sire, to be miles away from familiar faces, every reminder of home a splinter in her cold heart.

The door creaked open hesitently, Bo's footsteps fell soft aginst the floor, his voice gentle and enquirying. "Mina?"

"I'm fine." She snapped her head bolting upright, her rejection of Bo burning upon the smooth mask that fell across her features.

Mina stood up abrubtly, wrapping her coat around her, detirmined to to be alone and away from those slanted wanting eyes. She stalked out into the night, following no set path until twist after turn, she began vaguley outmanovering him as she sunk into the murky shadows, instinct guiding her smoothly along. Eventually she strolled through a doorway, head held graceful high. Bo lost to the darkness of the night. She did not want the bitter comfort of his blood. She wanted to block it all out, until she no longer felt a thing. No doubts, no pain, no loneliness, just the cold numbness of the walking dead.

((OOC If anyone wants to interact Mina could have walked in anywhere, I just felt like throwing her in blind somewhere ))

((Right, but by 'target' does that mean she'll be killed, or that she'll be punished? I suppose it depends upon her degree of involvement... it's just that knowing Vevvie's personality, she's still too much of a softy to just stand by and watch him get killed. We'll see then.))

Yes please do sapphire. Or anyone else....I desperate for interaction.

Also Id like for Carissa to somehow learn about the blood hunt, seeing as noone knows she there yet...lol, I dont see how she can know at this moment so...yeah. Anyone?

Milo and Vevila - Streets of L.A.
 

#11 [Third Night - Blood hunt]

When she was about to touch him, he looked at her as if he was preparing for a slap across the face. And when she just wiped away his tears, his strained spirit hushed, and he closed his eyes. Only to open them again when she spoke.

"I am body of water", she said soft as the night sky, as if they were one and the same.

This made Milo back away, a few steps. Was she like him, and hid it so well nothing about her revealed it at all? He was sizing her, up and down, in slow motion. Her cell phone hummed, but that had no affect on Milo what so ever. Nothing broke his focus on her. Maybe she was hell's baite, reeling him in with false beauty. Where was her monster hiding... Maybe in her feet, as he had his leviathan between his toes at the moment.

And when Milo was about to squat, taking a closer look at her feet, she began to speak again.

"One of your clan... They're supposed to be killed. A blood hunt has been called."

He looked at her, still standing. Her tone of voice was unclear, like she didn't believe her own words. That made no difference to Milo. He didn't understand, since all the fright really messed with his attention span.

"Blood hunt", he said, as if it were all new words to him and he tried to pronounce them.

Another look at her, consumed by confusion, had him take a step closer. He was torn between what he suspected and what he felt. Her gracious features had him shiver, as if he was mortal, and that only made his already heavy heart into adamantine. The turmoil of words, feelings and suspicion added fuel to Milo's Malkavian fire.

What was shall be, what is shall be no more.

Oh. Did she speak? Or could he hear her thoughts... Milo tilted his head, slightly parting his lips, as if he was about to answer her. What was really only half a minute in real time, seemed like aeons to him. Her dark Galadriel was absorbing his dying Icarus. Why was she talking to him? He cleansed dead people for a living, listened to obscure music that would be an insult to such a pure being and had compulsive behavior to boot. As if that was not enough, he also had a real thirst for fish.

"Music box", he said.





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((( ooc: Trampledsneakers - Great. Well, Vevila is most welcome. )))

Valerian & Gemma
 

Instead of answering Valerian's question straight away, Gemma drew closer to kiss him anew, and the slightly worried frown on his softly chiseled features dissipated into a delighted smile. The effects of his blood was indeed evident in her, his own tendency to listen to his heart instead of his head infecting her analytical mind, like delicate tentacles wrapping themselves around her thoughts, locking them away from her awareness.
And it left something new to this kiss. Although still soft and enticing, it now held a hunger, a passion that hadn't been there before. Something had awakened in her, her desire for warmth and tenderness blossoming without the interference of her sensible Tremere nature.

"That's a chance I'm willing to take," she breathed, not surprisingly sounding as though her mind was elsewhere.

With that she was done with the clan issue, and was instead fully embracing this new experience and everything it brought.
Maybe Mina wouldn't be so displeased, Valerian thought. She valued knowledge, and what Gemma was gaining from her involvement with Valerian was not only intimacy and affection from someone she seemed quite comfortable with, but knowledge as well. Wether or not she realized it right now, when she was back to her usual self she would've gathered a whole new understanding for the Toreador, and the effects of their blood; something most Tremere would appreciate in their everlasting indulgence in anything having to do with the crimson vitae of sustenance.
And Mina had no reason to think Valerian would take some kind of advantage of the situation, or that he was after anything other than what he was always seeking. He cared too little about Kindred politics, feuds and shady personal agendas to have ulterior motives.
So maybe Mina wouldn't dissaprove so much after all?
Ah well, time would tell. Right now, Valerian found it hard to focus on anything but the beauty curling up close to him, seeking comfort, and reassurance. The way her fingers were trailing over his chest and abdomen like tiny, teasing paws, and her lips running fluttering kisses across the alabaster skin of his neck... It was impossible not to surrender to the sensation.
And it wasn't like he wanted to, anyway.

"Not to sound like the typical female", Gemma murmured in his ear "... but, how do you really feel about me?"

At that, Valerian smiled softly. It was indeed the typical female question. But not one he minded answering.
Before he spoke, however, he wrapped both arms around her and pulled her even closer to him.

"You intrigue me", he said in a low voice, with his lips brushing against her ear. "You're like morning dew on a rose's thorn. You make my heart wish it had a beat, so that it might skip when your gentle touch is upon my skin."



(((ooc: trampled - "Additional target" means she risks having the Prince declare a blood hunt for her as well. It does indeed depend on the extent of her involvement, but... The Prince is in a bad mood already. However, if you really want her to help Milo, I'm sure we can possibly work something out.
XsnowdropX - Jessica sent everyone in her clan a message, and as it it customary for any Kindred who enters the Prince's domain to present themselves at his office (unless they want to p*ss him off royally), I take it that Carissa has indeed been to see him, and thus Jessica will have been informed of her presence in L.A.)))

((OK...makes since lol))

Somehow, the look of curiosity that swelled in her own gaze was mirrored in the dim eyes of the Malkavian. Vevila let a cool breath seep through her lips and she ruffled her loose tendrils of ebony. Malkavians. They were something else entirely. Although, this one seemed unusually lost within his own mind. He puzzled her. She watched him watching her, and she felt the hairs at the nape of her neck prickling. The intensity of his wayward gaze made her oddly unsettled; she wasn't unaccustomed to having men stare at her, but this was different. Very different.

"Blood hunt."

The word was ominous, heavy. It seemed to sink through the very air as it came forth from his lips. Vevila gave a nod, as if trying to assure him of the meaning. It was a finite as her nod. He didn't seem to quite comprehend the word's meaning. Had he not heard of one? If he was as young as he seemed, it could be quite possible.

"Yes," she spoke in a near-whisper, letting her fingers trace along her full ruby lips. "Yes. Final death." A deep sigh escaped and she watched him with curious eyes. There was a child-like, animalistic air about him that intrigued her.

"Music box."

Vevila arched a finely sculpted brow. What did it mean? She hugged her arms closer to her body and offered him a faint smile. She couldn't be sure. But her interpretation would have to suffice. Slowly, a soft, melodious humming buzzed at her lips. She began to sing in a barely audible tone an ancient mariner's song; one of warning and mourning. It was beautiful, haunting, ethereal. Soft. Vevila concluded and aimed a slender finger at herself, trying to gauge the reaction on the young man's face.

"Music box." She smiled, gave a nod, and lowered her finger to rest at her side.

Aella and Zillah
 

Aella

"So," Zillah smiled smoothly his eyes hardening into a penetrative gaze that caressed over Aella's pale face taking in the tropical eyes and invitingly plush lips. "Tell me about the first and the last men you f**ked."

"Well, the first. . . When I was sixteen and worked as a pool-girl, I found one of my newer clients irresistable. He was mature, smart. . . . affluent. It was wonderful. Most of the guys after him fit that mold, including my last," Aella said, making it all up on the spot.

The directness of the question surprised her at first, but she didn't let it show on her face as she kept up with her facade. Perhaps, she was playing this too trampy. What if she got down too far into this lie, and maybe Zillah got angry. She may just have to follow through until he lost interest, which would probably be the morning after. . . Would she really let it come to that?

If she just excused herself now, maybe she could leave without him really noticing. Is that what she wanted? Or did she want to stay here? This was too intriguing to pass up, but she was going to have to tone the "hoe" down a bit. She slowly stopped rubbing her leg against, Zillah's and moved it back to her side of the table.

"And you?"

((OOC: Sorry for the shortness. I am really tired, so Gemma and Valerian will come sometime tomorrow!))

Cade: Club Diebuk, Kira
 

Cade walked into the ‘employee lounge’ off to the right side of the bar. Once opened it revealed a room of shelves, lines with stolen blood bags from the local hospital. Each type O negative. The room stretched for six feet with a dim red light buzzing above dissonantly. Cade closed the door quickly behind him. He knew that if Tiger were to show up, she would not befriend him lightly, and it would take some bribing to entice her to the task at hand. He ran his finger along the course wood of one of the shelves and selected a bag half empty from his last visit to the room. Swiftly he took it from the shelf, lifted the left side of his jacket and nestled the bag safely in a large pocket. After which he opened the door again and closed it, careful that no human eyes would see the forbidden contents of the room. Cade briefly looked at his bartender, then saw the same woman who had bumped into his back on the dance floor. Her face glowed under the green lights of the bar.
“Thank you." The woman said taking a sip of water. Cade couldn’t help but let out a guttural laugh, which slowly became a low cackle. He stood in front of the woman behind the counter and lean his elbows on the surface.
“You’re the first person I know to order water from my bar.” He said loudly, trying to be heard over the music.
“Don’t you drink?”

Milo and Vevila - Streets of L.A.
 

#12 [Third Night - Blood hunt]

When dark Galadriel before him began to sing, ever so fragile and sweet, a hint of a innocent smile came across Milo's lips. She really was a music box. That was such a surprise to him, although he was the one making the comment. Her voice brought with it an aura of heavenly delight, a scent of intoxicating aroma that buried itself in his nostrils and made his mind sail thorugh the air.
As a pure automatic reaction, Milo stood up straight and layed his arms across his chest, while one of his eye's became smaller than the other. The dread that held him captive had eased since she had joined him on his path, and that arouse him from his deep predatory gaze and thought.

But when he backtracked, his smile took it's last breath and died right there on his pale lips. Final death... The death after this one, or what did it mean?

"Blood hunt?" he said again, this time with certainty and carried on as if he had forgot where his blood came from. "Why and for whom?"

Maybe this music box held wisdom, for him to unlock. All he needed was to find the key.

Zillah and Aella
 

"Well, the first. . . When I was sixteen and worked as a pool-girl, I found one of my newer clients irresistable. He was mature, smart. . . . affluent. It was wonderful. Most of the guys after him fit that mold, including my last," Aella said.

Zillah nodded as he listened. Noticing that her expression never changed. Most girls at least raised an eyebrow in suprise at his vulgar phrasing and the directness he used. She was either a good actress or perhaps f*cking had lost all its shock value for her too. Perhaps she'd become blunted by too many "auditions" for bit parts in films. A slow smile crept over his face at the thought. Mature, smart and affluent seemed miles away from his world. He guessed she was older than him, possibly even in her mid twenties. But that could just be because she somehow lacked the vibrancy and nievity of teenagers. And the "most" within her words implyied she'd been with more than a couple of guys in her time. A modern woman.

"Me, I'm a gentleman, I don't kiss and tell." Zillah replied with a cheeky smirk. The last was some girl from the other night he couldn't remember her name, coud barely recall her face, he had a feeling she had long blonde hair but beyond that she was lost in a wave of alcohol and disinterest. As for the first time, it depended when he started counting, either way that was not something he ever discussed.

The waiter brought over the jug of coffee balancing their order on his arm like an acrobat. Zillah leaned back in his chair, as he noticed how Allela's leg had moved away from him, and she distanced herself across the table, pehaps realising where her actions would take her. His eyes wandered around the room as the waiter busied himself at the table. Zillah's orbs lazily taking in the occupants of the room until they settled over one of the girls. He flashed her a seductive smile, holding the exquisite tiny dark girls eyes for a second too long before they languidly trailed over the expanse of exposed ebony skin. He normaly didn't mix buisness and pleasure but occassionally he had made an exception and that was one he'd never regreted. He drew his attention back to the table as the waiter poured them both a cup then sprinkled the chocolate granules finely over the top like he was dusting pure safron into their drinks.

His hands wrapped around his cup, raising it up to his mouth. Red cherry lips pursed then blew a light shot of air over the hot liquid, cooling it slightly. Before he tipped it into his mouth, the heat burning his throat raw as caffine plunged into his system followed by the sweet lull of whisky and the bitter chocolate finish. He refilled his cup, expertly pouring the shot of caffine with a twist of his wrist, and finishing with a generous spoonful of the fine dark powder.

Zillah's attention then finaly returned back to Allela as his eyes settled upon her a relaxed expression on his face. What should he ask her about next, books, films, music. Could he hold a pretence of caring what she was interested in when all he really gave a damn about was her body and what he could do to it. One slender finger idly trailed over the rim of the cup, "Do you live nearby?"

It was a loaded question. He never took one night stands back to his where they could track him down and he'd loaned the keys to the pad to a friend for the night.

((OOC yeah Zillah''s being a :swear:......))

((Atropa- That sounds funny. xD 'Sign up to kill him!' And thanks for the heads up about how it will affect Vevila. Just might spice things up if she gets involved.))

For a fleeting moment, the young vampire seemed pleased, which in turn sent a wave of amusement fluttering over her own delicate features. That look of pleasure etched upon his features abruptly dwindled as he processed her earlier words. Yes, she could see the proverbial cogs and metalwork within his mind beginning to rotate, whir, fire off in succession as he drew on comprehension.

"Blood hunt?" there was a new calm assurance latent in his tone. Although phrased as a question, it was more of an 'oh really?' than an inquiry. Vevila gave a nod of confirmation, letting her eyes gaze upward at the night sky. It was abnormally clear--hardly a cloud dotting the horizon from end to end. The stars twinkled impishly, as if winking at some secret only they knew.

"Why and for whom?"

Vevila's piercing multitonal eyes snapped from the celestial body that hung above them, the blanket of dark sapphire disappeared from her vision and all she could see was the young Malkavian. He had made sense. She had fully and completely understood him; at least, she thought she did. Her mouth gaped into a slightly open, surprised smile. Her eyes were alight with mild enjoyment; the pleasure she received from finally feeling as if she could accurately assess his words was something akin to teaching a child how to walk and watching them stumble along uneasily. How could her own clansmen say that the Malkavian's were absurd fools? They were unusual treasures.

"The condemned violated the Masquerade; he killed a human while feasting, in the presence of humans." She paused and drew in a breath. Her voice had been mechanical, as if reading off a death-warrant scrawled upon a piece of paper that had been handed to her, or reciting a speech she had spoken her entire life. The name, however, was different. Her melodious voice swelled with what could only be deemed near-human compassion. It was, after all, a life being taken. Undead or not.

"The condemned is Milo Byrne Nye."

There was an eerie lilt to her speech, as if merely saying the name aloud would make the man himself appear before them from out of thin air. "Do you know him? He is of your clan." Empathy laced her every word. Blood hunts were nothing she found amusing or thrilling, like some of the other vampires did.

Gemma and Valerian : The Haven
 

Gemma

At that, Valerian smiled softly. It was indeed the typical female question. But not one he minded answering.
Before he spoke, however, he wrapped both arms around her and pulled her even closer to him.

"You intrigue me", he said in a low voice, with his lips brushing against her ear. "You're like morning dew on a rose's thorn. You make my heart wish it had a beat, so that it might skip when your gentle touch is upon my skin."

Being pulled closer by Valerian made her feel special. It felt like he wanted her as near as possible, as he whispered into her ear. His words sounded like a sonet, they were beautiful, with power and meaning behind them. If Gemma had breath, she was sure that they would take it away. Everytime his lovely lips touched her ear, she leaned back into him.

This was the most romantic thing she had ever experienced. She loved Valerian for this. For bringing something to her life like this! She turned her head and kissed Valerian once more. This kiss had all of her passion behind it; it had all of her behind it. This was the most she felt in a long time.

"I feel so close to you now, Valerian," she whispered as she finally broke the kiss.

"I think this was meant to be. I can learn so much from you, and I feel so much for you already," Gemma's cold hand was halfway under Valerian's shirt as it contrasted with his warm flesh, and she lightly traced circles on his skin.

She nuzzled back into his neck, placing kisses on it as she waited for him to speak. She longed to hear what he would say, in that poetic voice. His words were so beautiful, that Gemma could feel the passion behind them.

Kira was drinking he water and was seriously thinking about ordering a drink. SHe was in such a foul mood she idint care. She knew she would just work herself even harder tomorrow morning for it.

“You’re the first person I know to order water from my bar.” He said loudly, trying to be heard over the music.
“Don’t you drink?”

She turned to see the man she had bumped into talking to her. He was laughing at her for drinking water.

"Aye, I drink. Just not very often. More for special occasions. Although these thats few days have been a catastrophe, I was pondering wether to have one or not." She looked him up and down. Again her mind remindeder her he was a handsome man.

" I didnt catch your name." It was more of a question than a statment.

Milo and Vevila - Streets of L.A.
 

#13 [Third Night - Blood hunt]

When Milo heard her explanation he looked at her with an almost blue-blooded expression on his face, holding his head high and some what leaning back. His clothes alone gave him away, they announced to the world that he was in fact a down to earth kind of guy. He wasn't devoid of his kine self, but he struggled between that and his new nature. And the remains of the blood on his face reminisced to his dirty deed in the dark of the past night. It wasn't all tears.

When she spoke, he took in every word, as if he needed to weigh and measure them all. "Feasting"...? That discription didn't sit well with him, since there had been nothing festive about the kine killing yesterday. Yet, he couldn't dilly-dally, since there were more important information in her words. It was all confirmed when she spoke the name of the condemned... Milo Burne Nye. At first, he couldn't make out the meaning. He recognized it, but it was as if his mind didn't register. Until she asked if he knew him.

"Why?" he said with a uncanny look in his eyes. "Are you a blood hunter?"

He wasn't about to point any of his fingers his own direction. Fingers... He looked down on his hands, preoccupied with counting the pointy parts of them. He had to start over a couple of times, but when he was satisfied with the number he looked up.

"Ten", he said quite content. "Give or take a few."

The fact that the bewitching woman didn't seem pleased with the information she had given him escaped Milo. From time to time, he had the observations skills of a three year old.




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((( ooc: Trampledsneakers - Sorry, but I just want to clarify that his name is Milo Burne Nye. So Milo isn't thinking it wrong or anything... )))

((Oh! Heavens. My mistake! xD I just read over things too quickly sometimes and make silly mistakes. And I even was careful to read over his name since there were three parts, haha. Sorry!! *facepalm* ))

"Why? Are you a blood hunter?"

Vevila couldn't help but giggle softly, despite raising a slender hand to her lips as if to forcibly stop it before it could escape. The idea of her actually pursuing someone for a crime with the aim of acting as an executioner was laughable. To begin with, the idea of her dirtying her hands unnecessarily was not appealing to her her Toreador sense of aesthetic. But furthermore, she hadn't acquired the zeal for killing that some of their kindred had. The murder disgusted her remaining mortal ideas of morality, and she simply held too much empathy in her dead soul to kill a kindred especially.

"Me?" she shook her head with a subtle, genuine smile. "No. I don't enjoy that sort of thing. I actually find it somewhat despicable..." her voice trailed off into a near whisper. "I've seen too many die. I certainly don't want to contribute to another. I'm not even certain exactly how this Milo broke the Masquerade entirely; I heard rumors earlier about it, but still. He sounded quite young, confused. Hardly sounds fair..." A heaving sigh eased through her lips and she focused her gaze on the young Malkavian who had now preoccupied himself with counting his fingers. Once he seemed to have gotten the right number, he glanced up to her and affirmed his count.

"Ten. Give or take a few."

Her lips parted into a delicate, indulgent smile, and she raised her own hands, her fingers waggling through the air as if taking part in some strange dance.

"Ten. Likewise." Her congratulatory grin spoke volumes; she possessed a little of the innocence he seemed to bare. Most likely attributable to her own youth.

Milo and Vevila - Streets of L.A.
 

#14 [Third Night - Blood hunt]

Milo smiled. He didn't understand himself, but she seemed to. Yet, he could not linger with the joy of her sweetness. They were actually talking about matters of life and death. His life, in fact. And his death. Or his second one, it appeared. Though it gave his heart peace, to learn that she wasn't out to get him. But that only meant that others were in her place. Since she didn't know him, he felt confident it would be a hard task for someone else to find him.

Or not... He heard a giggle. It was not soft like hers, it was menacing. Milo turned about, watching the directions of the sidewalk, the street and even the buildings around them.

Is this the hill of Laura?

The words were disheartening. Milo could feel his body arch, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders all of a sudden. A frosty, deafening sound blasted through the street behind dark Galadriel, but she did not react. Another one of the little things no one but Milo seemed to experience. He heard a rotten bouquet of questions, of which one stood out - illuminated with a foreboding glow that was almost apocalpytic to the essence. Dangerous, sinister. Malefic, even.

Yet simple.

The grim voice, neither a man's nor a woman's, wanted to know if his neck was clean. Clean enough for a new rope. Milo immediatly put his hand on the back of his head, as if he wanted to see if he actually had a rope around his neck. Then his eyes sought their way back to Galadriel. He didn't want to leave her. He closed his eyes, as if he was making a mental picture of her. All the details of her beauty, in her conduct as well as her surface, were carved into his mind.

He would take it with him, in his demise.

His mind kept on speaking, as if someone addressed him like she had. Of course not with the same endearing tone and meaning.

"I need to go", he said with a faint smile - captivated by her and struck with terror at the same time. "You should not walk these streets alone. It is ill-fated until the hunt is over."

He spoke with almost a esthetic taste to it, using his words carefully, as if he tried to mirror her as she did him. He did not know her, but he knew she shouldn't be in his company if what she communicated was true in every sense.

"You might not be Laura, or even Galadriel", he said. "But I am Milo. And I have done something terrible..."




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((( ooc: Trampledsneakers - Don't worry about it! And I love how Vevila tries to mimic his behavior. So sweet.


:skull: EVERYONE - The randomly chosen party of the blood hunt has been informed. :twisted: )))

Valerian & Gemma - VIP lounge at The Haven
 

The feelings raging within Gemma were intense. Valerian could read it on her face; the glowing embers in her eyes, spilling with life and vigor, and that warmth that had been there since first he saw her. Only now there was nothing concealing it, no veils of restraint, no mist of hesitation. She was allowing herself to feel what he had intended to share with her. She wasn't fighting it, despite the unfamiliarity of it all. She was braving the unknown, on her own, throwing herself head first into the perils of trusting someone for no tangible reason other than the desire to do so.
Valerian so admired her for it, and was determined to bring her back safely. He would let no harm come to her. He wouldn't take advantage of her emotional nakedness, nor would he lead her down a path he wasn't sure she'd want to have traveled, once the effects of his Toreador blood wore off. He had put her in this state, and it was his responsibility to see to it that she came out of it unscathed.
And his honor. She had granted him one of the things he treasured the most, and he was deeply humbled by it.

"I feel so close to you now, Valerian," she breathed, after kissing him yet again.

Much like the last, this kiss had been different. Every time their lips touched, there seemed to be a new spark of passion within her, a feeling so pure he could taste it on her lips, urging her to gradually entrust him with more and more of the desire she felt, weaving it's fragile strings in her mind.

"I think this was meant to be. I can learn so much from you, and I feel so much for you already."

It would be a lie to imply that he didn't feel close to her as well. It was part of the point with this ritual, after all, was it not? To share an intimacy few Kindred ever experienced, as there were not many of Valerian's kind, offering themselves up as blood dolls. To most Kindred, the thought of giving their blood for any other reason than to Embrace or create a blood bond, was preposterous. On their own part. Most, however, had no problem with drinking Kindred blood, as it was far more potent than that of the humans. And Valerian's was considered an exotic rarity, due to all the humanity still in him. His blood offered a breath of fresh air into the memories of those who had forgotten what it was like to be human, and that was what had put him in vogue.

Though he had now reached a point with Gemma that called for a great deal of caution. He wasn't sure just how much she realized about him and his nature, and thus didn't know quite what her words entailed. He so didn't want to hurt her feelings. He was undoubtedly infatuated with her, but the thing with him was that he was infatuated with a number of people - all in their own special way - and that was a number that kept increasing as he made new acquantainces. It all left him unable to commit to anyone. He belonged to no one, and everyone. The closest he'd come to a "real" relationship was him liaison with Claudia, and that had more to do with the blood bond between them, than love. Granted, he adored her, even though she could be a real viper, but she on the other hand treated him mostly as a possession, a toy to keep her entertained and cure her loneliness.

"It would be my honor to share with you any knowledge you might deem worthy of acquiring from me", he said, a relaxed smile padding across his lips as he pulled her even closer and leaned back against the arm rest, into a half-sitting position, keeping Gemma cradled in his embrace and her fingertips still grazing the skin underneath his shirt. "I do indeed sense a unique connection between us. One that goes far beyond the blood. I can only hope it will bring you back, once the effects have fully worn off, and I do not risk influencing your thoughts and actions by the power of my blood alone?"

It was another way of saying that even though he cared for her, he did not take for granted that they would share any more intimate moments than this one. As was it a way of saying he did wish they would do this again, once they no longer ran the risk of forming a proper blood bond. It wouldn't be right for him to put her under his will, nor did he want to.

Tracing a finger along her jawline, he stopped at her chin and tilted her head back slightly, just enough so that he could brush his lips against hers again. This was, not surprisingly, his favorite kind of conversation; mixing affectionate yet meaningful words with slow, lazy kisses. So much so that even when he felt his cell phone vibrate in his back pocket, he pretended not to notice it. The vibrations hadn't lasted long, telling him it was only a text message and not an actual phone call. And so it could wait. Had it been anything important, whoever it was would have called him up. And right now, he had more pleasant things to do than bother with the novelties of modern life.

Aella and Zillah
 

"Me, I'm a gentleman, I don't kiss and tell." Zillah replied with a cheeky smirk.

This pissed Aella off in a way. She had told him hers, however made up they may be, yet he could not answer the question. Yet, this was the perfect character to fit into her novel. A cocky jack-ass who can charm almost anyone.

She saw him check out another woman and she made another mental note about his personality. . .

Aella was pleased when the waiter arrived with the jug and he served their drinks. She held the mug to her full lips and took in the smell. She definitely needed this.

She gazed over at Zillah, who seemed to be doing the same thing. He abruptly said, "Do you live nearby?"

Oh great, it's came to this already. What should I do? Aella thought frantically as she sipped her espresso.

"I thought you'd never ask. Yeah, I do. Let me use the restroom really quick, and then we can head over there," Aella said, smiling. Before she got up, she rubbed his thigh with her leg one more time and headed towards the Ladies Room.

She pushed open the door and dashed over to the mirror, looking herself over quickly. She looked like a tramp, and felt like one too. This had gone far enough. What was she thinking? She overacted her character, as so many casting directors had told her before. She had enough information on Zillah to make a deep character; she needn't go any farther.

Gazing into the mirror, Aella saw a small window behind her on the far side of the restroom. Perfect. As long as she was able to fit out of it, she was golden. She quickly turned over the trash can, dumping garbage everywhere, and climbed atop it, struggling to keep her balance. She threw open the tiny window and boosted herself through it headfirst. Her butt was the hardest part to get through, but eventually it cooperated and she fell out into an alley where a homeless man was sleeping.

She struggled up onto weak legs and dusted off her jeans and shirt. That was a narrow scrape. She never would have been able to forgive herself if she slept with that disgusting man. She slowly walked out of the alley as she hoped she'd never see him again. How embarassing that would be. . . . .

((Psyche- Hee, she's trying to make him feel comfortable! And I'm gonna miss him. ))

There was a sudden change in the Malkavian's demeanor; he became eerily calm, somber, at ease and yet somehow apprehensive. Vevila felt some part of her shudder with concern. The air felt thick with foreboding. Vevila felt as though the night's temperature had actually fallen several degrees, leaving her somewhat chilled and numb. The only thing that warmed her was the sight of the young man before her, gazing softly back.

"I need to go. You should not walk these streets alone. It is ill-fated until the hunt is over."

A surge of panic washed over her. What? They'd only just started talking, and for some reason, she wasn't prepared to stop. He had gotten under her skin as so few truly did now. She felt oddly overprotective, as if he should remain by her side until the night had ended.

"Why? If I shouldn't walk them alone, why must you leave?" Her delicately arched brows knit together in disappointment. There was an unfamiliar desperation in her voice; as if she knew somewhere in her subconscious that if he were to leave now, she would never see him again. And it was that thought that gnawed at her, producing the sense of unsettling illness in her gut.

"You might not be Laura, or even Galadriel. But I am Milo. And I have done something terrible..."

A shockwave rippled through her, reverberating to her inhuman core. Milo. Could he and the hunted truly be one and the same? Her eyes were wide with shock, terror, sorrow. He was Milo. The Malkavian who had broken the Masquerade. Who was wanted dead--dead after death.

"You're....Milo." She struggled to verbalize her thoughts. Simply being in his company and not turning him in was a violation of the Blood Hunt, to a degree. But at that moment, her own involvement was the last thing on her mind. This man that stood before her, one that she felt immediately connected to, was to die. And there was nothing she could feasibly do to stop it.

"Please." She didn't know what she was asking him for in her pleading tone. "There's nothing I can do?" Her eyes were pained, and welling in them was the same ruby liquid that had caught her gaze when she had seen him. Ultimate, final death. Just as it had been for her sire. The old memories swelled within her, drawing long suppressed pain to the surface. "Here, you can take the keys to my car if you'd like. It's parked over in that lot," she made a sweeping gesture to the spaces where her black sedan was parked. "If you try to go on foot, it'll be too easy for them." From her bag she drew out the set of keys and offered them to him. "They might not immediately recognize you if you're in my car. If you need somewhere...to rest, my apartment key is there too." Her breathing was irregular. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. What could Milo have done that would deem him worthy of a Blood Hunt? And now, her involvement was undeniable. She knew of his location, and she had no intention of providing any of their kindred with his whereabouts.

Vevila forced her lips into a pained smile. "I'm Vevila, by the way. Milo," she spoke in a soft tone, the softest she had managed in a while. "Try to stay alive, please."

Gemma and Valerian : VIP room at The Haven
 

"It would be my honor to share with you any knowledge you might deem worthy of acquiring from me", Valerian said, a relaxed smile padding across his lips as he pulled her even closer and leaned back against the arm rest, into a half-sitting position, keeping Gemma cradled in his embrace and her fingertips still grazing the skin underneath his shirt. "I do indeed sense a unique connection between us. One that goes far beyond the blood. I can only hope it will bring you back, once the effects have fully worn off, and I do not risk influencing your thoughts and actions by the power of my blood alone?"

"Yes, I will definitely be coming back then," Gemma said, resting her head back, "Thank you so much for this experience. It's been enlightening, and I'm lucky to have experienced it!"

"If you have anything you should need in the future, you can always feel free to ask me. Anything at all, and I'll do my best," Gemma said, smiling. She knew it was unlikely that Valerian would think her able to accomplish something he needed, but the offer was always there.

This was something she would never regret; she knew it. She lay there, silently lost in thought as she idly played with a strand of hair. She felt surreal, lying there.

Zillah in the cafe
 

((OOC Aw Zillah's been ditched! -Isley- I love it. :evilnod: ))



"I thought you'd never ask. Yeah, I do. Let me use the restroom really quick, and then we can head over there," Aella said, smiling. Before she got up, she rubbed his thigh with her leg one more time and headed towards the Ladies Room.

The smile spread across Zillah's face languidly with an easy charm. But this was all far too easy, and any ounce of respect he might have had for her disapaited into thin air. He prefered the thrill of the chase over the actual conquest and this one was won far too quickly. One slender finger curled around a purple streak of hair coiling it around irratably as he looked at his watch. Still if she lived close enough he could give her a quick thrill then be back here within the hour.

The moment the bathroom door closed behind Allela his hand reached into the dark leather drawing out his phone. "Si, Yeah, any news." He listened intently his lips forming into the first wholly genuine smile of the night, as Si informed him the little scraps of information he had learned that day. Carmilla was so near yet so far away. With the millions of bodies that plagued the night would he ever see her again? He knew he should just forget her. That it was a hopeless dream, that she'd give the time of day to a guy like him again. But he could not vanguish those crystoline eyes, the connection he had felt in the moments of silence between them, the sweet tingle of brushing fingers that taunted through his dreams like a demon summoning him.

"Z, Are you still there?"

Zillah blinked long golden lashes startled by the voice on the other end of the phone. Pulling himself back together his eyes refocusing on the table in front of him. "Yeah"

"Look this obsession, it just isn't like you. It's not normal. Really, man you should drop it. I've not seen you like this about anything since...Oh, hell just get you're act together. OK?" Si rambled.

"I'm fine." Zillah snapped, the f*ck you attitude vibrating though his words as he hung up the phone. He got the meaning behind them, but how dare Si even begin to compare this to the search for his child. It was atrocious. That time he'd really gone off the rails, stoppped eating, washing, driven purely on the rage as he followed the trail across states. Until finaly he'd accepted it was hopeless, each lead bringing another dead end, the anger drowning to a raw ache that detroyed all meaning within his life.

He tipped another shot of cafine down his neck. Glancing towards the ladies room. Allela was taking her time, even for a woman. It always baffled him how such a simple thing as taking a slash, could turn into a session of gossip, a total face repaint and ultimatley take them an eon to do what took him a few minutes.

Milo and Vevila - Streets of L.A.
 

#15 [Third Night - Blood Hunt]

The minutes with Galadriel felt like a lifetime achievement. No matter what, it was as if it was all worth it. He might not have lived for very long, neither as a human nor as a vampire, but he had seen true beauty to the core. The fact that she seemed to care for him, was such sweet sorrow, and might make it easier for him to accept the curtains that were about to close in on him. He had heard about kindred spirits, connecting in the wink of an eye, but that was all shakepearian nonsens to him when kine. Ironic though, that being indeed Kindred and having a blood craving spirit, was what it took to see what dreams were made of.

Milo knew he would walk away, not fully understanding her concern for him. That was the most painful thing in this whole deal. As if he wasn't confused as it was, she offered him her keys. Milo took a step back. If they were indeed to slay him for his mistake, there was no telling what they were capable of. He shook is head, holding up his hand in a gesture to reject her suggestion. They could both make him undead and then erase him for not being up for the challenge - but he would turn this city blood red before they would harm her.

Her beauty held such artistic attraction, it was like staring right into the sun. He would waste away like a miscreated Icarus befor her, had it been possible from merly standing in her gaze. It would have been a most cherished death, than what layed ahead.

"This is not the hill of Laura", Milo said onto her words of keys to her car and apartment. "I am a mere obstacle on your way to eternity."

His latent madness was almost refined, as if his Malkavian bottom line tried to jester her. He wanted to keep poking dead bodies for a living, rather than have this glanze of heaven only to be condemned to hell.

"I have killed", Milo said, fresh vitae streaming from his eyes, yet he didn't seem sad. "I drank that blood until there was none left... You do not want this abomination, nor can you save it."

After his words, Milo remained infront of her, but he turned his face away. It was as if he shut down his mind. His eyes almost didn't express anything, they were empty with unforseen haste.



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((( ooc: Trampledsneakers - Me too! )))

Cade and Tiger, Club Diebuk
 

Tiger reached the club entrance with Ben, who stood aside and allowed her to pass by him and into the room. As the door opened Tiger was blasted by noise and lights, as if alarmingly unwelcoming, which instantly reminded her of her violent exit the last time she was there. Pressing forward Tiger brushed aggressively past lingering drunkards and donors, slobbering over each other like wounded sores. Tiger growled and shoved a heavy set man aside on the dance floor, causing him to react angrily, but her disappearance into the crowd was quick and stopped any conflict from occurring between them. She scanned across the bar quickly and saw Cade.
" I didn’t catch your name." Tiger saw him interacting, oddly enough, with what appeared to be a human sitting in front of him. With a look of contempt she stormed over, her leather jeans and jacket illuminated by the strobe light as she arrived at the mouth of the bar and slammed her hands on the surface.
“What the h.ell do you want that is so urgent, sire?” Echoed her shrill sarcastic voice from behind the bar. Cade’s eyes flashed over in her direction and he smiled, as if to laugh, but his mouth was unmoved and fairly straight.
“Always bitter, never late.” He replied, his voice booming over top the volume of the music. Tiger neither flinched nor responded in voice, but simply looked at him coldly with hatred filled eyes, ready to pounce on him and rip him apart piece by piece for his betrayal. Cade sensed that she was wavering from her patience, and so he swiftly leaped over the bar, barely missing her head by a few inches, and flashed his coat open to reveal the blood he had collected from the ‘employee lounge’. Tiger briefly glanced at it, and stared into his eyes.
“Come with me and this is yours.” A few seconds of silence broke out between them, until Tiger nodded slowly. The two of them moved together towards Cade’s private room, and closed the black door behind them, blocking out the many distractions of the club. Once inside Tiger was quick to retrieve her prize and clutched the bag tightly in her grasp.
“What is it then?” she asked, somewhat in demand rather than in question. She was however, beneath her tough demeanour, pleased that he had taken the time to reconcile. Cade turned around to face her.
“The Prince called a meeting tonight and he’s declared a blood hunt.” Eagerly, Tiger’s eyes shot wide open, her mouth slightly parted.
“Who for?”
“Milo Burne Nye. A Malkavian.” Tiger listened intently.
“Drained a human’s blood in public.” She delayed drinking from the bag, which she was so ready to do, and instead took interest.
“And that’s why you called for me? What… you want my help?” Her tone was slightly sarcastic, but she seemed pleased with herself. Cade stalked across the length of the room and came to the opposing wall, leaning his back against it gently. He took a pause.
“You want in?” Tiger thought quickly, but she was not one to dwell and rationalize, and sank her teeth into the bag. After draining the blood completely she threw the empty plastic onto the floor and stepped forward. She looked at him, remembering the night that he had offered her immortality. She looked at him, unsure of what to think. He had been acting very strange lately. Either he was being sincere… or this was some sort of trap. Either way, she couldn’t resist.
“Sure. I’m in.”
“Good.” Cade strode forward and stood inches from her, reaching an arm past to open the door.

Vevila's wrist went limp, like the stem of a dying flower, as Milo rejected her offer of the keys. She wasn't certain of why; certainly they could have helped? Perhaps the resignation had set in--the feeling of acceptance, of knowing that your fate was sealed, and there was little you could say or do to alter it. It was all for the best, she thought with a grimace. If they had found him with her car or hiding in her apartment, certainly she would have been considered an accomplice. Which, in reality, she was already. And yet even knowing this didn't deter her. She would offer her keys to him again if she felt he would take them, even at the risk to her own safety. Either way she would betray one of her kindred--the others, by aiding him; him, by aiding the others. She watched the gentle shake of his head. Resignation. Without a word, Vevila nodded in her own quiet acceptance and tucked the keys back into her bag.

"This is not the hill of Laura. I am a mere obstacle on your way to eternity."

Vevila's brows furrowed into a contortion of frustration, remorse, and what could only be distinguished as fear.

"What is the hill of Laura?" Her voice was unsteady. Milo had referred to it once before, she thought. Or maybe she was beginning to lose her mind? None of it made sense. "You are not an obstacle, Milo. I've felt more alive--" she paused. Perhaps that's what he meant? In feeling that stream of life coursing through her undead veins, he was drawing her away from her kindred and their eternal lives. In meeting him, she was suddenly willing to sacrifice the rules of her clan and their way of life to protect him and the desire she felt for his life. Life brought death, death brought life.

"I have killed. I drank that blood until there was none left... You do not want this abomination, nor can you save it."

Her neck twisted from side to side so that she could shake her head in firm disagreement. The vitae swelled in his two perfect gem-like orbs, and it sent her stomach turning. He didn't look sad; maybe there was regret. But there was acceptance, above all else.

"Many vampires have, Milo. You are not the abomination. We are abominations."

With gritted teeth, she aimed a hand at herself, coming to rest upon her chest. The Children of Caine; they were cursed with the false-blessing of eternal life. Vevila did not desire such a blessing. But now that it was hers to bear, she couldn't release it. Final death both terrified and enticed her.

"And though I cannot save you myself, know this," her words hung in the air momentarily as she took a step toward him. Milo had turned away from her, but she wouldn't relent. If he were to die this night--she wouldn't let him be alone, even if she wasn't there to defend him. Her slender hand gingerly touched his shoulder in a comforting gesture before she let it brush away the stream of ruby liquid trailing along her cheek.

"I wish I could."

Blood-tears built in her eyes as they did in his. Her mind skirted along the periphery of the strange emotion--acceptance.

Valerian & Gemma - VIP lounge at The Haven
 

"Yes, I will definitely be coming back then," Gemma said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you so much for this experience. It's been enlightening, and I'm lucky to have experienced it!"

At that, Valerian's brows furrowed slightly and he glanced down at the soft raven curls caressing his chin and jaw. Was it just his imagination, or was she withdrawing ever so slightly, retreating after leaving herself open and not getting the response she sought?
Surely he hadn't made her feel rejected? His words had been carefully chosen to indicate that while he wasn't thinking of this little rendevouz as the start of a 'real' relationship, he wasn't opposed to forming some other kind of relationship with her. One of giving and taking, with no strings attached. He'd been sure his words had carried a sincerity clear enough for her to believe him and his intentions.
It wasn't that he was afraid of commitment itself. He would love to delve into the world of monogamy and give all his love and affection to one person and one person alone. But he was simply too much in love with too many things, people included, to feel that it would be fair, to him or to whoever would be his partner. He would run the risk of ending up cheating. Or worse; feeling like a caged animal. The prospect of growing to resent his partner for tying him down was a pure nightmare. Even though he doubted that he was capable of developing such feelings of loathing, he really didn't want to find out. He'd seen it happen to far too many couples in his day, and he in no way thought himself to be better than them.

"If you have anything you should need in the future..." Gemma continued, and even though he didn't see it, he sensed her smile. "... you can always feel free to ask me. Anything at all, and I'll do my best."

At first, Valerian simply blinked, thinking he'd heard her wrong. Then he blinked again, as her words really did register in his mind, and his eyes widened slightly.
Never before had he recieved such an offer, simply because he wasn't someone one would usually ask something of, that he wouldn't give willingly. And within Kindred society, few ever offered anything without getting something in return. If you did someone a favor, you expected one in return. But never did you offer one up like this.
My, he really must've read her previous words wrong. She would've never said something like this, had she been hurt by what he'd said.
Although... He couldn't shake the feeling that she really had withdrawn, just a little. She didn't seem quite as affectionate and touchy-feely anymore.

"I can think of nothing more to ask than for you to return", he said softly, kissing her temple. "Though I'll keep your words in mind, and in my heart. They mean more to me than I think you know."

Just then, before Gemma could even part her lips to reply, a key turned in the lock, and the door swung open, revealing an elegant brunette dressed in a dark gray, fitted business suit, and the hair in a classy up-do that left a few soft strands framing her beautiful but firm face. Claudia.
She eyed Gemma suspiciously with orbs of dark sapphire, before turning to her 'business associate'.

"Valerian, would you be a dear and let me have the office to myself for a little while?"

The fleeting shadow of a frown stole across the young Toreador's face. He didn't appreciate being interrupted, and have his and a client's privacy invaded. Though he knew Claudia wouldn't walk in for just any reason, as he was one of the things that kept people coming back to The Haven, but that didn't mean he liked it any better.

"I've got a guest", he objected, though his velvety voice took all the disgruntlement from the statement.

Claudia gave Gemma another glance, and this time there was something far more inscrutable in her eyes. The fact was, whenever Valerian was romancing a Kindred, she felt a tinge of jealousy, almost as if she feared they would make her loose her grip and her power over him. And judging by their relaxed position, they seemed quite attached to one another already.

"I'm sorry", she said, sounding much like she was anything but. "The Prince has declared a blood hunt, and I need to organize a hunting party. I really think that is more of a priority than your... avocation."

Now that statement caused a real frown on Valerian's pretty face, for two reasons. He didn't appreciate the tone in her voice when speaking those last couple of words, nor did he like hearing there was a blood hunt in progress. It seemed so unnecessary, to kill one's own kind simply because they made a mistake. Not to mention it was barbaric.
Valerian would have nothing to do with it.

But as for Claudia's 'request'... He couldn't help but let her have her wish. The blood bond between them left him unable to oppose her, unless he desperately wanted to.
Sighing, he sat back up, and by doing so brought Gemma with him. Together they stood, and Valerian slid his arm around Gemma's waist as they started for the door. Claudia took a small step to the side to allow them to exit, and be able to close the door behind them. But as Gemma walked past her, Claudia put a hand gently on her arm.

"Don't let him make you fall in love with him", she said, a sweet smile laced with rancor on her rose red lips, and a firm look in her eyes. "Valerian belongs to me."

Beside them, Valerian let out a slight snort, but instead of replying he simply pulled Gemma with him out of theroom, leaving Claudia to close the door behind them. There was no point in arguing with her, especially since she would use her power over him to make him submit, one way or another. And he wouldn't set himself up to desert Gemma like that.
However, with the door firmly closed, he looked at Gemma, and smiled vaguely.

"Ventrue", he said with a shrug, as it that explained it all.

Milo and Vevila - Streets of L.A.
 

#16 [Third Night - Blood Hunt]

Milo felt as if the world played him for a fool. He had to die, drain his flesh from all mortal signs and have his veins polluted with here-have-a-cow crazy blood, before he could be able to meet a creature like this one. Why did she care? His body were numb from frustration. Someone like her could not care for someone like him. It was not the way things worked. If hell had indeed fozen, he would find out soon enough.

He heard her words... "You are not the abomination. We are abominations." He barely registered it. It was his misfortune to have this catch 22 haunting him. He wanted to stay, as long as he could. But if he did, he would risk her life too. Although he didn't know her, he knew she didn't deserve that. She had taken the time to comfort him, to wipe his tears away. Even though he was bound to die, he couldn't repay her by endanger her aswell. She could just have passed him by, be on her merry way, and let him disappear with his tears. But she hadn't. Her Galadriel soothed his melting Icarus.

Then she came closer...

"And though I cannot save you myself, know this," she said and touched his shoulder. "I wish I could."

Milo closed his eyes. This sweetness pierced through him, like a dozen little stabs. So bittersweet, like the fall of rotten fruit. He leaned towards her, brushing his cheek against hers. Their blood mixed, and that thought alone demolished his words as he answered her.

"I wish you were my Galadriel...", he said with so much hurt in his voice it could have made angels cry.

And then he walked away. He had to do it abrupt, like tearing a bandage off a open wound. Another whiff of her scent, and he would have stayed, he would have caved in. And when a woman like that opened her heart, men were seperated from boys. This man was seperated from her.


Milo tried to walk up right like a normal human, but found himself lowering his shoulders, having an evil grin on his face. He resembled that of a little goblin, a bogeyman out to snatch small children from the cradle.

The neon lights entwined with the moonlight in the puddles on the streets, people walking by had atrocious looks on ther faces and whispered cruel notions it seemed, his feet looked like the head's of serpents, as if he was turning into a kraken. The fright became apparent again, eating him from inside, and Milo felt as if he was loosing himself to something unspeakable.

Come...

Milo turned around, stumbling into the street when he wanted to know where the voice was coming from. It was not hers... Cars came to a stop with shrieking wheels, and Milo found himself running between them. Until a large four wheeler hit him like a thousand hammers coming together as one. Milo's body catapulted into the air, and he landed on the windscreen of another car. The glass broke, and poured over the petrified driver. Milo flaped about like a fish on dry land, hitting the scared driver as he tried to break free. Finally he sat up on the hood of the car, looking at the people that had gotten out of their cars, or pedestrians stoping to watch the commotion. Even though he could have survived an accident like that, he was not likely to sit up as if a huge vehicle hadn't slammed into him just seconds before. His clothes were torn with smeared blood, and he had blood on his face and hands, though he felt the wounds closing. He remained still, with his hands on the sheet metal, carefully watching every move made by the humans around him. He was like a wounded animal, caught in the headlights. Had he been a Gangrel, newborn and deserted, he most likely would have shapeshifted by now. But the core of him wasn't predatory to that extent, although he sensed the beast lurking. Trapped, fresh of the Malkavian boat and scared beyond madness - Milo's fate was sealed.

He then realized the amount of damage he had sustain, lifting his hand to his face he felt that the right part of his skull had been chrushed into his head. All the blood held this fact from the bystanders, and Milo alone was aware he would have been a roadkill if he had been kine. When the bone started to heal, he began to notice the pain he was in, and had been since the crash. Instinctively he knew he had to flee. If the killed kine yesterday hadn't done the trick, this surely would seal the deal. Even though Milo wasn't completley aware of the Masquerade, he felt this was so very wrong. Although abandoned, some lessons had been learned.

Milo managed to slide of the car, and when his feet touched the ground he started to run. The pain seared through his flesh, as he was still healing, but he kept moving. He could hear sirens from a far. To a kine it would have been a salvation, but to a Kindred it was alarming.

He held his hand over his mouth, muffling the scream as the chock of the accident started to wear of, and the pain became the center of his attention. His head was healing, the skull growing back into place. It would take some time, and til it was done, Milo would feel human again. Some comfort, the pain caused by his Kindred unlife wasn't all bad.

In all of this, a children's riddle came to mind. Out of nowhere.

One, two, they're coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, grab a crucifix
Seven, eight, better stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep again

Milo wished he'd been back with the dead bodies. He would take a room full of burned victims over this any day.

Gemma and Valerian
 

Gemma felt slightly demeaned as Claudia stared at her. She tried to keep her distance from people who thought themselves better than others, and Claudia seemed like one of those people.

"Don't let him make you fall in love with him", she said, a sweet smile laced with rancor on her rose red lips, and a firm look in her eyes. "Valerian belongs to me."

Gemma did not answer, or show any expression at all for that matter. What Claudia had said to her was very true, and Gemma knew it. Valerian "belonged" to too many people. Too many people wanted to be around him, to talk to him. She couldn't let herself get too attached because she didn't want to compete for time with him. She was above that.

Valerian pulled Gemma out of the room and offered "Ventrue" as an explanation.

"Yeah. Figures. She seemed a little uppity," Gemma said, a slight sneer on her delicate features as she looked at the door.

She frowned slightly as she looked up at Valerian, remembering what Claudia said. Tonight would always be a great night though, no matter what happened in the future.

"Well, I'm sure you have a lot of host duties to attend to, thanks again," Gemma said, she felt bittersweet. She leaned forward and kissed Valerian on his cream-colored cheek before turning around and carefully descending the stairs.

Valerian & Gemma - The Haven
 

Valerian couldn't help but feel a small tinge of glee when Claudia failed to get a reaction from Gemma. The gorgeous Tremere didn't even allow her the satisfaction of seeing the trace of a feeling, any feeling, in her steely eyes. Just a blank mask, devoid of emotion.
He was proud of her, and grateful in a way. By her not giving Claudia the hurt or apprahensive reaction she had been seeking, Valerian found an outlet for his own frustration with his Ventrue dominatrix. When around her, she often took him for granted, or treated him like a plaything she could just dismiss when it no longer amused her to play with it. But when he took pleasure in the company of another Kindred, she got jealous and venomous, highly possessive, and made sure to mark her territory. Like just now.

And even though Gemma hadn't shown any visible reaction, as soon as the door closed, Valerian could see that Claudia had indeed gotten to her.

"Yeah", she said, sneering slightly. "Figures. She seemed a little uppity."

A soft chuckle emitted from Valerian. That was one way of putting it. Like most Ventrue, Claudia had a side to her that was arrogant, belittling and condescending. But she could also be very sweet and gentle.
However, not when she felt threatened.

"Well," Gemma continued. "I'm sure you have a lot of host duties to attend to, thanks again."

It sounded much like an excuse to leave. But if that was what she wanted to do, Valerian wouldn't keep her.
And sure enough. She then leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, before turning away and starting down the stairs.
There it was again. The feeling that she had withdrawn from him, and this time it was more than just a vague notion. Had she lost interest in him, when he'd indicated that there could be no monogamous relationship between them? Was that what she'd wanted? Or had she simply toyed with him, until she had gotten what she wanted? Not that he would mind, not at all. He was more than happy to give. There just was no need to act a part when around him. Even if she'd been cold and standoffish, he still would offered himself to her.
His chest heaved with a slightly disappointed sigh. The closeness that had been so intense, now felt like a dying rose; the petals of intimacy shrivelling, threatening to drop and leave the stem naked at even the lighest touch or attempt of revival.

"Gemma."

His voice was soft, and had she been human, she wouldn't have heard it over the music. He didn't want to let her leave without knowing where he stood.

"She claims me as her possession," he said. "But she owns me not."

He leaned his hip against the railing and folded his arms lightly over his chest.

"And I really do want you to come back."

There were a thousand more words he could say, to explain why. But instead of watering down his sincerity with too many words, he let his tone of voice speak all the ones he left unspoken.


(((ooc: -Isley-: If you don't want her to respond, it's fine. Just let me know what she does do (turn around, just keep walking, etc), and I'll edit it into this post. )))

Attention!
 

((That is kinda sad. There would only be 18 or so characters, which means around 9 or 10 people left if everyone you listed has to go. ))

Carmilla (Tremere) - a Tremere mansion
 

# 16 [Third Night]

Oh, the anguish. For every hour that had passed since Carmilla had given the message to the young Tremere her concern grew. Seath hadn't said anything out of the ordinary, so she knew her secret was safe. And she had been asking for a lot. She could only hope that her words reached the Tremere Primogen, and that she would grant her her wish. Carmilla had only briefly caught a glimpse of the Prince at vampire gatherings, never really met him in person. She had heard that he was strict but fair, as long as you respected his authority - and the Masquerade of course.

Carmilla spent most of her time by various windows of the manor, mostly in her own bedroom. Although it had bars, this was her own little corner of the world. Seath respected that, although he used it for confinement. She had heard that her Nosferatu alleid had been namned Primogen, so she understood why she had not seen her kind eyes lately. And Carmilla could not expect anyone to adapt to her situation, always come to her, even though they felt for her. They had their own lives, and since she was a Tremere, she really should handle this herself. But Carmilla was afraid, of her own ability. If she really opened up, and fought back, there was no telling where it would end. Years and years of harbored anger and pain could amount to oceans of uncontrolable Thaumaturgy...

If she really had her wish fulfilled, she had to start to live again. On her own. She had a feeling it was 'all or nothing' with Seath. Despite his behavior, she did want to have him in her life. But she didn't know if that was at all possible. Seath's mind was twisted. And she could not twist it back for him.

Carmilla took out the memories of the man she met at The Haven - often enough for anyone to suspect infatuation on her behalf, had they known - but she had yet to think it over clearly herself. She didn't even realize she sometimes said his name, soft like a whisper. He was not a man after her own heart, but he intrigued her, and that was dangerous enough. She had never loved, except the love she had felt for Seath in the past. Right now, she didn't know if wrath was all she had towards him.

So she would stand by the windows, smiling as if she was waiting for someone... Everytime she heard someone coming, she wished for it to be a message from the Prince. Sending for her... That was the first step. If that didn't happen, she could forget all about Zillah... Thoughts like that brought tears to her eyes, even though she knew she didn't know him. A man she had talked to for mere minutes...

...how could he captivate her so?




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((( ooc: Atropa - Thanks for the heads up! I didn't realize Carmilla had been inactive for so long... )))

((*puts down paper bag* phew. okay. panic attack. ))

Bee walked out of the Princes office and into the street. She leaned against the wall and tried to figure out what to do. She thought of Sarah at her house. She would be sleeping. Then it sudenly hit her that humans need to eat and Bee had abdolutely no human food at her haven. Damn! bee said to herself. She needed to get food.

She walked to the grocery store and grabbed a cart. There was so much to choice from. She decided just to get somethign for her to eat in the morning. Bee had no idea when the girl was leaving. Seeing some cereal she grabbed it and then got milk. The she decided to get somethign to drink for her. She picked out some pop and juice. Bee hoped that Sarah like it all.

She bought it and headed home. The cool nights wind blew on her skin and made her hair fly in her face. It was a pain in the butt for Bee to take the stuff home. She finally got to her apartment and unlocked the door. When she walked she could see Sarah was sleeping. Putting all the grociers away she tried to to wake her.

((ooc: if you want Sarah to wake up and see her its fine. ))

((Ahhh, I forgot! I posted Alric heading out and playing pinball, but no one ever approached him so I focused on Vevila instead. I'll have to pull him in again somehow...))

The approach of Milo's face both startled and comforted her. His cheek grazed her own ever so gently, a soft whisper of flesh against flesh. The blood that had stained both their perfect faces so ignominiously was now intermingled, a blood bond between life and death. She could have lingered there for the rest of her eternity, her blood swirling with his in a crimson tide.

"I wish you were my Galadriel..."

Vevila felt as though she were choking; she couldn't breathe because she felt suffocated by the rush of emotions swelling in her, threatening to explode. She felt like a helpless baby bird, writhing in anticipation. She knew the impending events--she knew what would become of Milo, she knew. His words were so pained, so true, so pure. They cut through the years of sorrow and hatred, they warmed her frozen heart. She couldn't tell if she wanted to smile or weep.

Milo pulled away abruptly, out of reach before she could even extend her hand. A tiny gasp strangled her lungs and her eyes fluttered open, wide with shock. Her fingers tingled, writhing in an autonomous desire for his touch. Perhaps if she could just touch him for a moment, he could be saved. She knew the absurdity of the thought, but her mind willed it to be true. At her eyes pooled more blood, seeping down her pearl cheeks and pooling at her elegant jawline. Milo's shrunken form trailed out of her vision and she let out a meek, miniscule sound--something resonant, striking, pained. Like a wounded animal. Of all the vampires she had met, Milo had been a rare treasure. Pirate's gold. Her need of him was immediate, unreasonable, and her grief over his loss was irreparable.

Pressing her hands to her dewy face, Vevila attempted to smother the emotions she felt seeped from her eyes. The window to her soul had been irreverently flung open; it terrified her. Suddenly she felt as though any passerby would see through the gaps in the purply-red. Certainly with the humanity that pulsed in her, the blue in her eyes had overpowered the vampiric colors. Someone would look into the blue, into her soul. She was defenestrated. Her hands pressed desperately to her eyes in an attempt to close off the veritable pandora's box of emotions she had pried open.

The screaming of tires upon asphalt and crushed metal drew her hands away from her face. In a panic, Vevila whipped her head around to the road where Milo had disappeared to. In his place was the mass of twisted man-made materials, and blood. In the distance, a dark figure limped into the night. She suppressed a sob of angered sorrow.

"I would have been, if I could have."

Vevila spoke the words to no one in particular, though she knew they were directed at her lost Malkavian. In that moment, she came to the proverbial fork in the road. She could return home, force away the memories of the evening that she knew she would never feasibly forget. Or...

Her long legs carried her forward at a remarkable pace. Though she looked as if she were walking with poise and grace, her stride moved her at a sprinter's speed. She had already crossed the road of chaos and shattered glass and blood. No. She couldn't return home. Not feeling how she felt, knowing what she knew. An innocent, divine creature was going to be murdered. You can't save him. A cruel, jeering voice hissed at her from the depths of her mind. Vevila grimaced and pushed forward, eyes scanning the distance for any sign of Milo.

"I don't intend to." Her voice was resolute and her jaw was clenched--she spoke through gritted teeth. She understood that Milo's fate had been sealed the moment the Prince had ordered the Blood Hunt, and she could do nothing to prevent his murder. Her legs propelled her forward with purpose, with unshakable cause.

She wanted to be there.
To see the face of Milo's executioner. To be with Milo to the last. Even if he couldn't see her, she would be there; she would be his Galadriel.
Vevila felt the presence of the others, breathing smoky breath upon her exposed neck. They whispered warnings in her ears, sultry puffs of air that rustled her hair. Careful. There was a resolve in her gaze that deterred them; there was no reasoning with her. She would be there, hidden, death's unspeaking paramour and confidant.

Gemma and Valerian: The Haven (stairs outside VIP room)
 

Gemma frowned slightly as she slowly walked down the stairs, trying to make herself cheer up.

"Gemma."

Her vampiric hearing picked up the lightest trace of her name upon Valerian's lips. She could tell he was going to speak again as she kept her back to him.

"She claims me as her possession," he said. "But she owns me not."

"And I really do want you to come back."

He had came closer. . . Gemma slowly turned around. She didn't want to see Valerian so soon because she knew it would make not having him all to herself harder.

"I will come back, I promise," Gemma said in a sweet voice, stepping up a step and extending her hand to caress Valerian's cheek.

"But, I cannot surrender myself to passion like this time. I'll get to attached to you, and I'm not one to compete for one's love, affection, and time," she continued.

This time she smiled, although the smile was a little bittersweet, as she said, "Don't worry though. I feel worlds for you! I'm sure we'll have a very interesting relationship."

Everything she was saying was true. She really cared for Valerian. She just couldn't bear to get too attached when he was so attached to so many people. She wanted to see where their "relationship" took them though. It may be interesting.

Gemma stepped onto the last step, so close to Valerian that she could smell his sweet scent. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, then leaned in for a deeper, more affectionate kiss. When the kiss broke she silently embraced Valerian.

Valerian & Gemma - The Haven
 

Hearing his voice, Gemma had only stopped at first, without turning around, making Valerian fear that she was indeed struggling to put a distance between them. Not just physically, but emotionally as well.
But then she slowly spun around to face him, and his somber eyes came to life, hope and relief dancing in the pools of azure blue as they came to rest on her sculpted features once again. He'd seen them only seconds ago, and still they managed to take his breath away.
He so didn't want her to walk away from the experience, having it partially tainted by Claudia's words, nor the grain of truth in them. He wanted it to be something for her to think back on with fondness, and joy, without the shadow Claudia had tried to cast.

"I will come back, I promise", Gemma said softly, taking a step back up as he greedily drank in her appearance, as if trying to memorize even the smallest detail.

She reached out and let her fingertips brush against his cheek in a caress as light as a feather, and ever hungry for affection, Valerian closed his eyes briefly and leaned into it. His hand placed itself gently upon hers, and guided it to his lips for a gentle kiss to be planted on her palm, savoring the fragrance of her perfume, and her own scent underneath.

"But, I cannot surrender myself to passion like this time", she continued, and his eyes slowly drifted open again to look at her. "I'll get to attached to you, and I'm not one to compete for one's love, affection, and time".

Valerian wanted to protest. He didn't want people to compete. Why should they? The feelings he had for each of them had nothing to do with his feelings for the others. He adored them all in their own seperate ways. No one was the same, and never did he compare any of them. There was nothing to compete about. His heart was big enough for everyone.
Though he knew few saw it the way he did.
However, Gemma silenced him before even a single word came over his lips.

"Don't worry though", she said, offering a slight smile with a hint of melancholy. "I feel worlds for you! I'm sure we'll have a very interesting relationship."

With that she ascended the final step, coming directly face to face with him, and leaned in to give him one last parting kiss. It started out just as soft as the first kisses they had shared, but then slowly turned more and more passionate. Valerian's arms slid around her delicate frame, wrapping themselves around her body, almost by instinct it seemed. He pulled her closer, and let the unveiled desire in his kiss speak of how much he really did care for her.
Then their lips slowly parted, and Gemma's arms found their way around him as well in a silent embrace. Valerian let his lips graze the skin along her jaw and up to her ear, and eventually broke the silence by breathing in her ear;

"One love does not exclude the other."

He pulled back slightly to look at her, and smiled softly as his thumb brushed against her silken lower lip and then cupped her chin along with his index finger.

"There is no competition", he added, just for clarity. "Though I've learned my views on the matter seem to differ from those of other people, and so I won't force them on you."

Having said that, he reluctantly let go of her, allowing her the freedom to leave, if that was what she wanted to do.

Gemma and Valerian
 

"One love does not exclude the other."

"There is no competition", Valerian added, just for clarity. "Though I've learned my views on the matter seem to differ from those of other people, and so I won't force them on you."

"It's good to hear you say that, but there are some who would prefer you to themselves," Gemma sighed, her mind on Claudia.

She wished Valerian would not have let her go so soon. She wanted to feel his warmth longer.

"However, I do not mind sharing you. You're worth it," she said, smiling up at Valerian.

Gemma stopped for a moment to examine Valerian. His dark hair cascading around his face, his ivory skin, and his beautiful eyes. She could almost see his caring and innocent personality underneath all of the beauty. Yes. He was definitely worth it.

Gemma had so wanted a friend and companion that she would have let her mind convince her of anything. How could she think that Valerian would have wanted a "normal" relationship with her? She leaned silently against the railing, wishing that she had friends whom she could talk to about stuff like this.

She looked to Valerian, waiting for him to say something or leave. She didn't want to be the first one to leave, because she felt that would make it seem like she was walking away from him, which she was not. She scanned the club from where she was standing, it was a tad less busy than usual, but that wasn't saying much as throngs of people danced away on the dance floor.

Edward
 

"Boo," Ed murmured into Ciara's ear, creeping up behind her. She barely jumped. "Aww, I was expecting hysterics and my head to be chopped off. Did you recognise my voice?"

Ciara and Ed
 

"Boo," Ed murmured into Ciara's ear, creeping up behind her. She barely jumped.

She did, however, turn around. Her stance subtly shifting as muscles imperceptibly flexed and readied in case they were needed. But as she turned around, Ciara saw who it was who had whispered in her ear and the tension seeped away somewhat.

Somewhat playfully he commented, "Aww, I was expecting hysterics and my head to be chopped off. Did you recognise my voice?"

Ciara grinned as she responded, "No, I didn't. And you are damn lucky you're not eating asphalt right now, if you had grabbed me, well..." She shruged slightly. You didn't just run around throwing people down in the middle ofthe street unless they gave you a reason to - the urge to respond without "neccesary" provocation was quickly trained out of you or you would end up in court for assault. That was how it worked these days.

"I didn't think I'd run into you again. What are you doing around here?"

Valerian & Gemma - The Haven
 

"It's good to hear you say that", Gemma said, sighing lightly. "But there are some who would prefer you to themselves."

A soft smile came and went on Valerian's lips. She was thinking of Claudia, no doubt. And she was right. Claudia did act possessive of him, but only when it came to other Kindred. Kine didn't bother her all that much, though she would often frown at his intermezzon with them, claiming that kind of lovemaking was distasteful and vulgar, beneath the Kindred nature.
But whenever he shared an intimacy with a fellow Kindred, an intimacy that went beyond simply giving his blood, her jealousy would rear it's ugly head,
as though she feared they, unlike the lowly mortals, had the power needed to take Valerian away from her.
And the funny thing was, Valerian didn't think loosing him would be what would bother her the most. It would be the loss itself. Claudia was a Ventrue to the core - greedy and competitive - and thus couldn't stand loosing.

"However", Gemma added with a smile of her own. "I do not mind sharing you. You're worth it."

Ah. Generous and humble. Claudia's exact opposite, and, quite frankly, the opposite of so many other people, Kindred especially. And so much like Valerian, seen from certain aspects. For a brief moments, he had to wonder what kind of couple they would've made, had he felt he was able to commit to one person alone. Would they have been perfect together, or would they have been too similar? Would they have complemented eachother, or weakened eachother with the lack of a firm hand in their relationship?
Or would it be nothing like that at all?
Because, when it came right down to it, Valerian didn't know if she was always this open and affectionate, or if there was a stricter, more rational side to her. All Tremere seemed to have one, and most of them even seemed to have only that side.
But, it was silly of him to think of such things. He simply couldn't risk it. The chances of him ending up hurting her, due to his uncontrollably flirtatious nature, were too big. Maybe if they formed a blood bond, if she bound him to her so that she might affect his feelings, then maybe it would work. But it wouldn't be fair. It would make him something he was not, and it would leave her knowing the only reason why he was faithful, was because she held that power over him.
Plus, he really did need Claudia. Not because he adored her like he did, but because she was the one who kept The Haven making a big profit, the one who knew how to handle the suppliers, and stay cool when making deals. If he backed out of their personal partnership, she might end up backing out of their business one.

His thoughtful gaze met hers, and he came to realize that she seemed to be waiting for him to say something. Apparently, he'd lost himself in his deep thoughts, and he offered a slightly sheepish grin.

"Your words bring a warmth to my unbeating heart", he said softly, and scooped up her hand in his to plant on it a gentle kiss. "Please, do know you hold a special place there."

He then dropped her hand from his lips, but did not let go. Instead, the fingertips of his other hand grazed her cheek, and his smile softened a bit.

"You said to feel free to ask you, should I ever need something", he said, his eyes gaining a hint of mirth. "I have just come to realize that there in one thing I simply must know. One of the uttermost importance; how, or where, pray tell, might I find you?"

Kira was astonsished to be interupted from her conversation. He had walked about like he didnt care. How amusing. Kira thought. She looked at the bar tender. "I think I might have a drink. Give me a scotch." She looked over at Sam. Of flirting with someother guy. "Sraoilleog" She said to herself. Kira would never understand how she could be wiht so amyn men. But Kira hadnt been with any men. Not a one. No one knewe she was still a virgin. Kira had been so involved wiht her work, she never made the time for play. It seems as though Sam was making time for her to play. Against Kiras will.
The bartender gave her the drink. SHe took a sip and turned in her chair to face the crowd of people.

((she is approachable.))

Gemma and Valerian : The Haven
 

"You said to feel free to ask you, should I ever need something", he said, his eyes gaining a hint of mirth. "I have just come to realize that there in one thing I simply must know. One of the uttermost importance; how, or where, pray tell, might I find you?"

Gemma pulled a small piece of paper out of the small clutch that she was surprised to see she still had with her. On the paper she wrote the address of her apartments, should Valerian ever want to stop by. She finished off by writing her apartment number and putting a tiny star next to her name, just because she felt like it.

She folded the small paper up and handed it to Valerian.

"You can come by any time you want to. I am usually there," she said smiling.

She hadn't had visitors in a long time. . . . She did not really consider Delia a guest; she was more of a necessity. Her apartment wasn't really much to look at though. It was small, but not run-down.

"Of course, only come by if Claudia doesn't mind. We wouldn't want you to get into trouble, now would we?" Gemma giggled, poking fun at Valerian.

She stifled her giggle slightly with her hand; she never liked people who laughed at themselves. It had been a while since she laughed though. It felt nice, to be here and be open with someone. It was a pleasant experience, which Gemma wished came around more often.

The music blasted behind her, distracting her only briefly from Valerian's beautiful face.

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((OOC: Sorry for the shortness and lack of really anything, I'm really tired. >.< It's still pretty early here too. ))

Brujah