Adelisa snapped back at the comment. She wasn't expecting such a question. It was odd, but she answered it. "Well, a deep cut like that cannot just be healed alone. It has to be transferred, so I took the scar onto myself." She shrugged as if it really wasn't that big a deal. It wasn't to her. She's had more scars on her body than she could count at this point. Her mind went to the couple, the mates, that she saw. It was going to be so hard to explain to her mate, if he didn't instantly find her disgusting, about her past. The difficulty to even trust a man would set her mate running.

She came back to reality and looked at Morven. "Their love, Maria's and her mate's, it's quite beautiful. They balance eachother quite well. Her peaceful innocence and his reckless violence pair together almost harmoniously." She wasn't being sarcastic or immature, but just trying to put things into prospective.

Theo drank the blood with vigor, feeling his life come back to him. A slight smirk came to his lips as he chugged. Nothing could kill him. Not some whore slave, not some unruly family. Nothing could stop him. He was Theo after all. He looked at Jareth and said hoarsily "thank you, my companion. I am forever greatful." He gave him and tender pat on the shoulder before trying, somewhat failing, to sit up.

Praetor nodded. "Yes, another clans runs a night club near here. However if your looking for booze you'll need something rather strong. Vampire are almost immune to the stuff so it takes hard alcohol to get us even taste it." He spoke with near disdain. "If you'd like some I have a few bottles back at my flat, I need to go home and get changed soon anyway. Classes start in a few hours." He said standing up brushing himself off as took strides towards the door. "Care to join me for a little walk? It's not far and I can answer anymore questions you have. Don't worry about the sun, you'll feel weak but you won't die. stings a little and yours powers will more than likely be useless but you won't turn to dust." He said calmly opening the door and stepping out for emphasis.

Béatrix:

Trixy thought she had managed to pass through unnoticed. Clearly she was no longer necessary to the situation, so why stay? And then his voice practically whipped her, leaving bloody gashes down her back. She froze, not him, not now. It was time to be the actress, act normal, make a few witty jokes, laugh, flirt, move on. Just keep pretending everything was okay, pretending she was okay…

Pretending that she wasn’t in love with him.

She was foul and undeserving of attention or time; Not his, not anyone’s. But alas, she turned, and she smiled a grin that rivaled the moon in its ability to shed light on darkness. She paused and waited for him to catch up. His uneven foot falls caused her to raise a brow and turn. Concern marred her porcelain features.

“You’re hurt.” She said, it was a statement more than it was a question.

Jareth:

“Your forever a bloody idiot, is what you are.” Jar said jokingly before pulling his hand from his own chest. His fingers were slick with dark vampiric blood and the pain made him wince. But it was more than that; the expression on his face was one unfamiliar to him or Theo. He felt like a child backed into a corner, staring up at a great, unspeakable evil. Jareth just stared at his own bloody hand, silent and completely still, as if in a trance. It was like the realization of what had happened previously was just now falling like bricks upon his consciousness.

Adrian was half awake and he could here Alistair talking next to him as if he were speaking through water, "A plus two you mean..." He smile up at Trixy and Alistair revealing he was still awake, "Can't have you walking the line in the dark now can we..." He looked longingly at Beatrix, the type of look a long lost lover might give then he asked her, "Trixy...In my suit pocket...My cigar...And someone may want to call off my boys sitting around outside with wooden round tips."

The blonde vampire was sick, something was very wrong but as he heard Maria calling to him he continued to walk away stiffening his back to her cries, he had to be stronger for her. Lucian left the building and took off into the air knowing he could fly now by manipulating sound to move him was pretty cool, and any other time he would have enjoyed himself, but now he was terrified, if this was a trap...If they tried to kill him...He wasn't going to be strong enough to take on Praetor. After a few minutes he crashed into the back garden of his home...and the home of all Kingston's. Lucian looked dreadful covered from head to toe in blood and giving off a sickly aura. He knew he wasn't welcome anymore...He wouldn't simply walk inside...No this time he knocked on the door.

Praetor stopped looking at her a moment. "Ask Mira later, it's more of a night club so it's shut right now. The Blackmoore's are all out on business at the moment anyway. However if you really need the drink there's a bar I frequent, tell them the professor sent you and all your drinks go on my tab. You get top shelf access and good treatment by the staff, almost all of them are my students. Vampire fee part of town as well, it's my stomping grounds." He looked at her a moment then realized she wouldn't know what that meant. Sighing he started to walk towards it motioning her to follow.

"The older a Vampire is relates to power and experience, there are exceptions to the rule. I myself killed a much older Vampire once. You should understand though that elder Vampire should be respected, many of them kill Vampire your age solely to entertain or cull numbers. Luckily you've join Mira's little flock which means you get my protection unless you decide to leave. I would wait until your at least five hundred or so before that, later I'll send spirits to find your van if you like. Now my dear, we are here." He stops outside a 20's style bar a bookshelf opening to a hidden speakeasy style bar. Expensive drinks and hard liqueurs line the shelves, Praetor definitely knows his bars.

Adelisa sighed and nodded her head in agreement. It was much too fresh to make lifetime decisions, though they did have forever. She bit her bottom lip slightly before saying, "well, it's a very lonely world out there. Filled to the brim with selfish people. Maybe they need that sense of peace that there is one person out there that when they first lay eyes on eachother they could tell they're meant to be."

She glanced at Maria once more and her heart sank. Maria probably disliked her already because of Theo and the blue-eyed Executioner despised her from the very first interaction, Alistair not much better. The only one that Adelisa could truly think of that might care was Morven, so why was Adelisa asked to join them? It was most likely her ability but even that was futile. Her eyes landed on Alistair's back and she made a silent gasp.

His back was bleeding. Though it wasn't all that visible, it was clear to Adelisa. She shook her head and looked down at the ground. The last time she asked to help him, he gave her a verbal lashing as she remembered. She said, deflecting the subject "what… what do I do now?"


Theo coughed slightly, trying to get Jared's attention. "It's not as if you've never seen blood before. It could be worse." He didn't say what could've happened. It was too bothersome to think about dying and besides, it didn't happen. Theo then said to change the subject "so tell me about the girl you swept into your bed."

Béatrix:
"Oh, don't fight now boys, there is more than enough of me to share." she said with a sultry wink. Although going to see Praetor didn't sound like much fun to her, she would do so to keep up appearances. Adrian's lingering look did not go unnoticed by Trixy, but she let it slide "Cigar? I'm more of a cigarette girl myself, a lady has to have style." To this day, she still smoked with a long and elegant cigarette holder when she did indulge. "Let's get this over with, shall we. I'm aching to loosen up from all of this... business."

Jareth:



It was like he was trapped in an eternal fog. The more he tried to travel, the more his feet seemed to get trapped in tar and the air that filled his lungs turned to pudding. In that moment it was as if Nietzsche himself directed his life story - in all his monstrosity he found himself staring into the abyss, he felt the dark judgment. A familiar voice tugged at his subconscious, trying to coax him from this sudden fugue.

Jar blinked a few times and once again found himself back in his apartment, staring at his bloody hand. Theo was there still... what had happened? How long was he out? Did he pass out? And then he finally understood Theo's words. He asked about the woman he got into his bed. But she was more than just that, wasn't she? Could he tell Theo everything? Surely he was his closest friend in this world, but still, unsure of himself, Jareth said the first words that came to his dry, aching lips. "She killed me."

The phrase was melodramatic and colored with poetic depression -- well, it wouldn't be Jareth if he didn't speak in such a way -- yet those particular words held a palpable truth.

Praetor

Praetor let the little fledgling run, she wouldn't get in to much trouble around here. He waved to those working the bar and headed past the bar up to his home. He arrived and began to prepare, his invited guests would arrive soon and they would need proper arrangements. Opening his store room he collected a table cloth, the very same one that he had used when he ate with Winston Churchill and Woodrow Wilson. He laid it over a long ornate German table meant for twenty or more. Next he collected goblets he'd taken from the Catholic church years ago, each gold and jewel encrusted. Lastly he retrieved there drinks for the night, Three bottles of French wine dated in the 17th century. Four bottles of Brandy from Scotland along with some cider he'd had imported. Eight Italian wines as well, while they could not get drunk off of these fines drinks the taste and rarity made them worth drinking.

Praetor then busied himself with changing in to a suit, crimson red with gold trimmings. Eagles decorated the suit embroidered along the sleeves and on the jacket. He fixed his hair and placed his glasses upon his eyes, ghostly servants rushed around cooking and preparing food for his guests. The table would be filled with ancients dishes that all could enjoy. He looked out at the falling sun wondering when his guests would arrive or if they would listen to anything he had to say.

Auria

Awoke with a yawn, a letter lay folded beside her bed. She carefully picked up it up as she dressed herself and groomed her silver hair. She opened it and humming then smiled, of course she would be there. She had to see this, after all the city and it's Clan were bound to be interesting as some were quite infamous. She pulled on white dress shirt, black pants, and long thick boots. She quietly headed over to Mira's room and knocked on the door. "Miss Mira, it's Auria. You should get up, important news for your family and you." She said in a soft voice.

Adelisa laughed at Morven's statement. She said "you're quite the jester, aren't you?" She smirked at Morven, but she knew her after-life goal, killing Theo, was over. Everything she had tried to reach for was, in fact, over. She looked over at the three in the front and and smiled softly. "I think I'll just try and… I guess adjust to staying in one place…" She looked down at her thigh and winced. The scar must've been deeper than she thought because it was still stinging her.

She looked at Maria and said to Morven "do you think she dispises me? If it weren't for me, no one would have to have been kidnapped and she wouldn't have had to endure it." She looked back at Morven and held back her emotions as much as she could. She wasn't a crying adolescent, but knowing what would have happened to someone because of her… the guilt was overwhelming. She smiled and shook her head, as if that would get rid of her guilt, and said "I'm having multiple conversations at once, I apologize."


Theo chuckled breathlessly and said "seems you've met your match, Jar." He noticed the tone and gave him a questioning look. "Though it seems she did much more than that." He knew something was being hidden. Jar wasn't the type of guy to let a girl get away with killing him and not have something come out of it. Though, Jar surprised Theo all the time.

Adrian looked between the two of his closest friends and laughed loudly, "I meant...Grab my cigar in my pocket i feel like drunk horse shit...And by god it aint gonna smoke itself." He laughed a bit as he tried to use his same arm to retrieve the cigar but his ribs were killing him and even that simply movement of his arm sent pain twisting into his chest. "Fuck! That hurts about as bad as falling down a ravine..." Adrian looked up almost shocked, "And miss a chance to give that Roman shit about his shotty training of that boy??? Not a chance."

Morgan the ever spiderlike vampire simply dropped from the rafters into the conversation, she had disappeared into the fray of battle earlier and simply faded away until her name had been called. In all truth she had taken off and started hunting other vampires like the spider she truly was, her smile was a dangerous one, filled to the brim with kindness while hiding an undertone of eminent death, "Adrian my dear...He is right...While I can agree with your sentiment love...I will go...My presence will garner respect...Or in the very least fear."

Adrian looked between them all and sighed, "Alright...You lot win...Drop my arse on a couch in the Tortuga."

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Lucian breathed in, maybe they hadn't answered to let him know to get out, Lucian looked hurt but if that was the case it was truly deserved, He had allowed this monster within him to cloud his already fractured mind, "Forgive me teacher..." the whisper escaped his lips, He knew what to do, he would walk in right past everyone, straight up to his room, gather all his things and leave...Find a place far from normal life to think things through. After fighting himself he slowly opened the door to the Kingston estate an walked inside, He was covered head to toe in blood and dirt and smelled familiarly of the garden out back he had landed in...Lucian started in not saying a word trying to get upstairs without drawing any attention to himself.

Auria turned leaving the letter by Mira's door as she turned and advanced towards Lucian. She could smell blood on him, blood, Praetor, and sorrow. She stopped in front of him looking him over. "You... You smell like Praetor are you... Lucian the one carrying Dracula inside you?" Asked the strange silver haired beauty who had stepped before him, she seemed nothing like hit teacher composed, elegant, calm, and happy. Yet she radiated power like Praetor did, she wasn't psychically imposing but she had a sharp look in her eye, like that of a cat planning to trap a rat.

"You do know Praetor expects you at the meeting, it is about Dracula and you hold him. He plans to try and save you know. I'd have just killed you but he seems fond of you, are you his apprentice? I'm his old partner from his Legion days, Auria." She gave a small bow then sighed. "So I'll be keeping an eye on you to keep you from scampering off before our meeting."

Brenna

The cab pulled up in front of the manor. A young woman, or what looked like a young woman, exited and paid the man. He was middle-aged and working to care for his family. She smiled and gave him a generous tip, enjoying his surprise and excitement at what the extra money would buy his kids. He didn't need to tell her any of this. That was what was handy about being able to read minds.

Brenna headed inside, relieved that her key still worked. She called out when she stepped into the foyer. Even though she was deaf she could still make sounds. No distinguishable words, but sounds all the same.
She reached out with her mind, trying to feel anothers, but there was no one in the house. The feeling of apprehension, the feeling that had pulled her from school to come home, the feeling that her family needed her, grew stronger. Where was everyone?

Hoping they, or at least Alistair, would be back soon, the deaf vampire went into the living room and curled up on the large couch, waiting for her family to return.
Blood called to blood. Brenna reached out with her mind and the call of her blood to the leader of the family and her sire : Alistair.

I am home

Lucian jumped a bit when the woman's voice washed across him, Her words only made his sense of unwelcome stronger, "Yes...He's been with me since Abraham and I slayed he and his general..." Lucian's eyes scanned the stairs, all he wanted was to run now, to run far away from the man who had been a father to him when he had never truly had one. And then she said it, Abraham wanted him at this meeting...wanted to save him from the thing burning stronger within him every moment, She said she was his partner from the Legion, "He's my...Teacher...Yeah..." Lucian froze, he wasn't sure what he was to Abraham anymore...A problem that needed solving perhaps? Lucian shook his head slightly as Dracula screamed into his ears like a madman, For a moment the demon lashed out at the woman, "Your soldiers were devoid of flavor..." Lucian steeled himself and turned from her whispering to himself like a madman, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He turned back around, "We would be better off if he simply slaughtered me...I had contained him without fail for years...I only lost control a couple of times...But when I did..." Lucian looked at her his eyes slightly purple, "I threw myself into every battle that would have me...It was my way of letting him have his freedom...I didn't know what he was at the time...Only that he thrived on violence."

Auria sighed looking over the boy. "Get cleaned up, your clan head is worried about you. Your coming to Praetor's little party. If you try to run I'll drag you there." She said in an icy voice then smiled sweetly. "Now get some rest your probably tired dear. I'm waiting for Mira to get up so I can alert her to the dinner and let her know your home. She was quite upset when Praetor didn't return with you." She said having a seat at the bar, her eyes fixed on him. "Now get cleaned up and make yourself presentable, he's still your teacher. You should know he won't give up on you." She said a smile small now held her face as she thought back on her friend. She blushed then looked back at Lucian. "So do as teacher told you and prepare for the meeting. Your the guest of honor boy."

Béatrix:

Trixy reached for Adrian’s lusted after cigar and cut the tip of it off with her dagger. She stuck it in his mouth before lighting it. “It looks like you could use a break anyway, friend. You’ll have to have a drink or five for me.” She said with a wink and patted his back before turning to Morgan. “A delight that you will be coming, dear. Perhaps we should all take a moment to wash the battle off of ourselves before going to Praetor and his crew. They already think us savages, I suggest we not look the part. Save face, or something like that.” Trixy worded it as if it was an option, but turned and walked towards Skye Manor as if it were a demand. They would follow, they always did.

Jareth:

“Indeed I have.” Jar said to Theo with a rather stupid smile. He had resolved to keep her identity a secret, even from Theo, because that was the promise they made to each other. Jareth had never been a man of honor, but maybe, just maybe, he could start… Even so, Theo was his best friend, he couldn’t hide everything from him. After all, his change in demeanor was pretty impossible to hide. Jareth leaned back, and with a thoughtful gaze, recited: “This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property foredoes itself, and leads the will to desperate undertakings.” He jumped up from the bed, forgetting his injury for the time being, and grasped Theo by the shoulders “I think it’s love!” he shouted, a bit like a madman, although he never really was sane.

Lucian nodded softly, she was right he needed to get washed up and cleaned from everything that had happened...He needed to get dressed in some new clothes and be presentable, If what this woman spoke was true then Lucian had been wrong about his teacher...Maybe he really did intend to save Lucian from the beast inside him. Lucian's eyes filled with regret at the realization that he might have hurt Lady Mira by abandoning everyone when they had always looked out for him, "When you wake her...Will you tell her I have made it home safely...And that I'm sorry..." His words were like needles in his own skin as he realized that in one night he had undone years upon years of trust between he and his family.