Adrian started walking with his hands grasping slightly at his suit jacket and when they were finally walking he turned to Alistair, "I have good reason to believe these vamps want to make a name for themselves." His tone darkened, "I got a letter from Morgan..." He pulled Trixy and Alistair closer with his massive arms, "All that was in the letter was a crow feather...but we all know Morgan's gift is divination... And the crow represents death..." Adrian released his grasp and his cheer suddenly returned as they started making their way to the docks.

“When it comes to dresses, I much prefer purple. It shows the world just how royal I am.” Trixy responded to Alistair with a playful smile that lit up her eyes, giving a nod to the noble heritage she was forced to leave behind. She linked her arm in his in propriety as they headed out the door. Suddenly Adrian piped up and spoke to them of foreboding news from his sire. “There will be death, and a lot of it, as I cross off every name on my list” Trixy said with a sly smile, masking her true emotions. Truth be told, she knew that divination was a powerful gift, one that often spoke volumes of the future. Morgan would only send a message that dark if she was confident in its accuracy. Béatrix felt a stab of fear, and the realization that she had made a mistake gripped her throat like an iron vice. She should have never settled down, she should have never made the choice to care for these people. A Blackmoore was going to die… but who?

Emilia decided to go back to the tortuga since nothing was really happening outside. She saw a few people already leaving the bar but that didn't stop her from going over there. As she made it to the bar she noticed the blackmoores sitting down. "Alright...so...what are we doing?" Emilia asked grabbing a chair and sitting down sighing as she rose a leg ontop of the other and crossing her arms. "What is this about death? And what?" She looked at Alistair and looked around trying to see who was watching them. Emilia wasn't really in the mood, so if they or anyone wants yo fight. Lets get it. She was in the mood for kicking butt.

"No!" Ches exclaimed in a near shrike of terror as Morven brought up the idea of going to the Blackmore manor. "Ches no want to go to Mo Mo's house, her babies don't like Ches. No no no, they don't, they think Ches bad." He said as he nervously played with a strand of his crimson hair. "...The T lady scares Ches too." He said as he pulled the strand of hair slightly, Ches was of course referring to Trixy.

The time had come to finally parley with the Kingston family. Heidrich had tried his best to track down whomever was responsible for the destruction of his clan; even if he never found his master's body he assumed that he had perished along with the others in one way or another. The money he was able to scrounge up had dried up a few years ago and only his private security operation helped him fund his fruitless search. Heidrich had realized it was no longer safe to remain a clanless vampire in this city, even if he kept his nose to the ground and stuck to the shadows he could not assume that no one knew he was still alive; especially with the Blackmoore family around. Slowly the armored SUV pulled up with its engine rumbling before the large Kingston Manor. Heidrich removed the key and stepped from the vehicle standing upright a head or two higher than his car. No one could identify him in his tactical gear, nor could anyone mock his appearance in it either. Standing silently Heidrich let his eyes scan over the architectural features of the building before him, but a small thorn stuck out in his mind. Was is that they had no real security that he could notice? Or did they lack fear or possibly posses a great deal of arrogance in their strength? Three loud knocks rung out as Heidrich tapped on the door. He found himself feeling uncomfortable and slightly nervous, an old alien feeling he had almost forgotten existed. Mathias clenched his fist for a few seconds and let go as he released a sigh regaing his composure and prepared himself for whatever reception he might receive, friendly or otherwise.

At the docks, the coastal scents gave Beatrix a salty kiss on the nose. She had long loved the Atlantic, in all its cerulean beauty, though she was more accustomed to its eastern side. Even after over six centuries of life, one could get caught up in moments of nature’s grace and grandeur – maybe even more so than those of a human lifespan do. The purity of the moment was tainted, however. Centuries of sneaking around, acting, lying, killing… it could change a person. Correction, it did change a person. Béatrix has eyes like a hawk, always watching, sensitive to the slightest change in surroundings, body prepped for fight or flight – but with Trixy it was normally fight. Fighting is all she knows, and she’s damn good at it. Maybe that’s good thing, like a warrior’s survival instincts, but with Trixy it was more likely paranoia. Alistair’s whisper pierced the silence, so he felt it too. The way the winds shifted, the static in the air, the feeling of tiny spiders crawling up one’s back. It was like that moment when the clouds have stitched together all the raindrops, and they are hanging from the precipice just milliseconds before the storm. For a time, there was peaceful stillness. And then the lightning struck. Rogues surrounded the Blackmoore clan like a flood. Holy shit, how many of them were there? Enough to surround and separate them, apparently. These weren’t just any rogues, this was a group… this was organized. “Fuck.” Was the last word Béatrix spoke before crouching down. Battle made her a different person, fighting with werewolves for so long had made her instincts feral and animalistic. Her icy blue eyes shifted to a dark crimson as she bared her elongated fangs and reached back for her glocks. The decision was made, as it always was… Fight. Trixy focused on those immediately surrounding her, of which there were four. They were quick, closing in on her and blocking off her sight of the others. She raised both her arms and poised them for a clean head shot on the two nearest rogues. Her bullets were special issue, able to take out vampire, human and werewolf alike. They were a mixture of titanium, silver, fireproofed wood, and they blessed with holy water - for good measure. The shots made their marks, as they always did from Trixy’s hand. The two rogues sunk down like deflated balloons; she’d fully decapitate them later and let their dust scatter to the shore. Béatrix let out a short burst of maniacal laughter at the excitement of the kill. Blood was now splattered across her face due to the proximity of the rogues when she shot them. Much better… she thought, with a delighted shimmer in her eyes. Trixy turned her attention to the third nearest rogue and twirled one of her guns on her finger before taking aim once more. The shot went off, but not before the fourth rogue reached Trixy with inhuman speed. He was faster than most vamps, which was what really caught her off guard… the next thing she felt was a sharp pain, and then blackness. The kick met the back of her head with all the force of a freight train, causing her vision to falter. First the color faded to grey, and then the grey fizzled into darkness. She wasn’t gone for long, though. Trixy’s head cracked the pavement like a bowling ball, jolting her back into alertness. She felt the moisture forming on her forehead as blood pooled to the surface. She opened her eyes to that she managed to kill the third rogue, as his paralyzed eyes stared back into hers just inches away, but the fourth that did this to her seemed to have run off…

Praetor opened the door, giving a yawn as the snipers he had summoned walked forwards and saluted before fading into the darkness of night. "Lucian is a big boy Mira, we have a long standing pact. So if does leave us, well there will a very violent coming together of blades." Praetor walked in looking around. "Klaus if your home insult me, I know it's your favorite pass time. Miss Mira and I are back." He said calmly resting a hand on his blade, more for comfort rather than need. With that he walked back towards the kitchen, the arguments made him thirsty. "Mira, would you like some as well?" He asked before walking into the kitchen, spotting the book as he ignored the other presence's he gently picked it up. "You could at least respect that classic Klaus, it gave me my alias after all." he chuckled then turned his attention to the new vampire. "Now who are you? Oh and fair warning I've had a bad night so far and personal past time is killing vampires, so don't say something stupid."

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Klaus nodded in response to Mithias' thanks, though remained quiet. Anyone who knew him would know falling into such silence was unusual, though, again, it wasn't his home nor place and he didn't want to say the wrong things to the wrong person. Luckily, it wasn't too much longer when the front door opened and Mira and her bodyguard entered. His red gaze dropped to where Praetor's hand rested on his hilt, then up to Mira, whom he greeted with a rare and genuine grin. Mira stopped and blinked, taking in the guests in her kitchen. "Uh-- Yes, who are you?" she repeated Praetor's question to the stranger, pulling her eyes away from her sire. "Talk down to me for critiquing your 'book' and then address a guest like that?" Klaus challenged, his smile bitter as he watched Praetor. "Can't say I'm surprised, but perhaps the Romans should've stolen manners from Greeks since you helped yourselves to the rest of the culture." If Mira didn't look exhausted before, she certainly appeared to be now. "I've spent my night lecturing children, Klaus, so please don't add yourself to the bloody list," she said, speaking quickly toward the end as three heavy knocks were laid upon the door. She looked too Praetor, and then to Mithias as a signal to deal with him. Then she turned away from the kitchen, stepping to the door. She took a moment to sigh and mentally compose herself. Then, she opened the door to greet the stranger with a smile that faltered in light of the strange attire he wore. "Um-- Yes. Hello. Can I help you?"

Heidrich reached up and unfastened the chin strap of his gas mask and slowly pulled it from his face and clipped it to a small hook on his belt, "I have come to parley with the Kingston family." Mathias paused briefly to remove his helmet, he knew his facial features were sharp and his head looked skeletal due to the implants but he had little time to feel any sense of embarrassment, "My name is Mathias Heidrich, I have long operated on my own..." Heidrich paused before running a gloved hand over his bald head as he studied her features, "To be plain I seek asylum, and offer myself to your clan in the hopes I may shelter under your wing and the protection it can provide."