The muffled bass of electronic music ebbed through the floorboards of the studio apartment above The Asylum. Therese was taking this relatively quiet moment to gather her thoughts and freshen up before a video chat meeting with a potential business partner from LA.

Pale, graceful fingers swept her bangs to the side in a swoop and secured them with a spritz of hairspray. Therese wore the rest of her hair in a tight bun, and she saw to it that not a single strand was out of place. “Perfect.” She said quietly to herself as she sat before the mirrored vanity. A reflection with mismatched blue and green eyes stared back at Therese and, ironically enough, this imperfection never really bothered her. Jeanette had the same condition since becoming a vampire, and Therese assumed it was just some supernatural genetic thing.

“Wow, look at that!” Jeanette’s chirpy voice cut through the tranquility. Therese turned to see her sister in bed, staring intently at a laptop screen, laying on her stomach with her ankles crossed and swinging up above her.

“Must you always be so intrusive.” Therese practically hissed. Jeanette rolled her eyes and replied: “Must you always be such a stiff?” Her voice was mocking, but she wasn’t really irritated, and thus she continued with the explanation of her exciting discovery. “It’s this movie that’s coming out… there’s a character named Harley Quinn. She totally jacked my style, but I guess she wears it well.”

It was Therese’s turn to roll her eyes. She stood up from the seat in front of the vanity and smoothed down her freshly pressed charcoal grey skirt suit before slipping her feet into a pair of Christian Louboutin ruby red pumps. Feminine, professional, powerful.

“I have an important meeting in 10 minutes. I know that you won’t behave yourself, but I insist that you do so elsewhere.” Therese's words held an edge sharper than the finest of blades.

“Whatever you say, Queen Victoria.” Jeanette muttered under her breath as she clicked the laptop shut and hopped off of her bed. Therese’s eyes followed after Jeanette as her dangerously short plaid skirt fluffed out in time her ridiculous pigtails whilst she waltzed out of the apartment. Only once Therese was certain that Jeanette was really gone did she login to her own computer to await the business call.

It was darker on this side of town. Half of the street lamps had burned out decades ago, but the city didn't see the need to fix them. Theta had a woman pressed against and alley wall, her slightly-sharper-than-normal teeth were buried in the woman's wrist. Before she had started her snack, Theta had convinced the woman that she was safe. Once she felt satisfied, Theta let go of the woman's wrist and the woman just wondered aimlessly down the street.
This fucking down is so boring!! Theta thought as she walked. She rounded corner after corner. Many men and women stopped her for offers, but she rejected them all. At last she found herself outside of a familiar bar. "AH! Now we can have some fun!" She thought as she pushed open the doors to The Kingdom. Theta adjusted her short dress so that she showed more cleavage and leg. She strode over to the bar and tapped the counter loudly.
"One rum and coke sir and hold the coke!!" Theta laughed a little too loud at her own joke as she sat on a stool. She looked around and noticed no one else was there but them. "Hey handsome. Who was the sickly lay that just left. Don't tell me that pickings for you vamps have gotten so slim you have to use the sick ones? I myself just had a nice snack on a wonderful woman by the name of... well I can't remember her name to be honest." Theta giggled and pounded on the counter again. "Where is my drink? Oh! Speaking of women. How is your daughter doing? She's growing up to be a pretty young thing. " A smirk played across Theta's lips as she tried to push Jonathan's buttons.

"THOSE DAMNED OSKILGETINN!" Einar bellowed as he stormed through the Bane family house. His voice echoing loudly through the halls as he made his way to his private rooms up the stairs. The guests and family members who were present stood in silence as he raged past them all. They all knew about Einar's rage and it was best to stay away from him when he was in such a state. Especially when he started cursing in old nordic. "THOSE HRAFNASUELTIR! WHERE DO THEY GET THE BALLS TO KILL MY FAMILY!" Einar continued, knocking over one of the guests who didn't move out of his way fast enough.

It was just a few days ago that the head of the Bane family had been murdered, and now his successors were dead too. Einar had just returned from a failed attempt at hunting down the bastards who had done this. He was more than a little angry and it would be a while before he calmed down enough to be talked to. Most of the family couldn't even remember the last time Einar had been so furious. For a long time now he had been kept inside the house so as to avoid any problems with the Capers. So he had been in relatively good moods for most of the time. To see him so infuriated was enough to scare even fellow werewolves out of their skin.

Finally Einar reached his room where proceeded to kick the doors off the hinges, shattering them into thousands of shards and splinters. He then went about destroying most of his furniture, including his bed, while screaming rage induced nordic profanity. Only calming down a bit after a couple of hours when he realized that he had no more furniture left in his room. So, with a panting breath he stomped over to a cabinet that he had left untouched and grabbed a large bottle of liquor. Drinking half of the bottle in one go before collapsing to his knees, in the center of all the wreckage, and let out a loud tortured scream like a wounded wolf.

Ember Bane

Ember had a decent day over all. Walking around the city, she would make sure all of the paperwork was in order. And, of course, it was. Flashing a smile at the receptionist on her way out of the door, she would begin her walk towards the family house in her usual jeans, leather jacket and black t-shirt. Opening the doors to the house she would hear a howl. Einar, she thought. Hands shaking, she made her way through the house, talking to a few of the guests. He was pissed, that much was evident. They would end up replacing the furniture, that was apparent. Walking to the main room where her fellow werewolf was at she would stop at the entrance to the room, a sympathetic smirk on her face. Seeing him like this, she simply shook her head. "Einar... why are you doing this? The best way to mourn our family is not through means of drunkenness. Now get up off the floor."

The man would most likely rip Ember's head off due to her commentary, but oh well. She supposed it was more than worth it.

Sable Arabella Santiago

Sable had just got done fixing her father's dinner. "How was work, Papa," the girl asked, handing the man his food.

"The usual, dear."

Sable just nodded her head. "Well, I'm off to study," she responded, starting her way up the stairs. Once in her room, Sable did in no way touch her school books, but instead grabbed her sketch book and climbed out of her second story window with her pencils and book in hand to sit on the roof. Opening to the page of her work in progress she would continue to draw until she could hear the faint sound of her father's bedroom door shutting. Climbing back inside to lay her art supplies on the bed, she would do her best to wipe her hands clean on her skinny jeans before pulling her hair back into a high-set ponytail. Great, now she was practically covered in charcoal streaks from head to toe. Oh well.

Closing her bedroom window she would walk back down the stair before opening up the front door and beginning her walk down the street.

Einar was still in the center of his self made disaster when he heard someone say his name. He would have thought that everyone in the house knew better than to try and talk to him while he was in such a state. His mind didn't register the voice with one he knew and upon being bothered in his anger he shot to feet and lunged at the source of the voice. His big hand stopping less than an inch from strangling the person. It was Ember, one of the younger family members, but she was still family. Einar's enraged, bloodshot stare locked onto her eyes as his hand shook in front of her. His breaths came in ragged, short bursts. He forced himself to breath more, to control himself. Finally he was able to close his eyes and lower his hand away from Ember's throat. He took one long breath.

"I am not grieving for the loss of my family, not yet. I am angered by the cowardice of these oskilgetinn, bastards," Einar explained, forcing his voice into a calmer state, despite the rage still inside him. He opened his eyes again and looked down at Ember as he stood a good head and a half taller than her. "They kill my family and then run to the shadows in a way where my nose cannot follow! I have scoured every inch of this city since the night of the first murder and have yet to find a single damned thing!" He yelled, throwing the half empty bottle of liquor into a wall, shattering it.

Einar ran his hand through his hair before turning back to look at Ember. "Until I find the one responsible for the deaths of our family I will not grieve for our loss. Not until I have their blood upon my claws." He pointed a finger at Ember in a threatening manner. "And until vengeance has been delivered the family will not tether me to this house! I need you to give a warning to the Capers and Blackwalls. Tell them that the Banes have released me from my leash to hunt down these murderers! And if they get in my way I will tear them apart," Einar said, his eyes once again showing the full furry of his rage.

"Who does my niece think she is? She's running around going to bars while I'm stuck here doing," she paused, getting emotional, "p-p-paperwork!" a stream of crocodile tears erupted from grey eyes on to Octavia's porcelain face as she sat in an office chair facing a large cherry wood desk. She stopped her loud fake sobbing, to see if the door to the office was open so that someone could intentionally hear her. Turning in the swivel chair her eyes met with the door.

It was closed.

"Damn."

Getting up quickly, Octavia shuffled over in her small grey cocktail dress and black pumps to the door and opened it wide. Perhaps she was all alone at the estate and her desperate attempts at some pity we're just a waste of energy. "Is anyone home?" she called out, with no response. Walking promptly down a few corridors she found herself out of breath and briefly frustrated that the place was so large.

Knocking on the door of her son's room she called, "Aries, are you home?". Octavia placed her head to the door to see if she could hear any movement within the room. She usually had impeccable hearing, but her son had found a way to trick her quite often.

Ember Bane

The anger in Einar's eyes was apparent. His hand just barely an inch from her throat, well, it scared her, to say the least. However, taking a deep breath and keeping her eyes fixed on him. When Einar threw the liquor bottle, the sudden noise made Ember jump. Enraged he was, and, despite her natural instinct to be a smart ass, Ember had to be careful with her words.

"Einar, calm yourself. I understand where you are coming from. I've been out looking for the people who took our dear ones lives as well. Don't go thinking you're the only one, mister. If need be I'll put your ass on lockdown so fast it will make your head spin, to you understand me? Our enemies may have caused this, but blood will not be spilt in this city without good cause. Now, clean up the bottle, please? No one else needs to be hurt." she would reply in a calm, even voice to all of his ramblings.

Sable Arabella Santiago

Sable continued to walk down the street, getting further and further into town. Coming across a familiar face, she would take a moment to remember the name of the person.

"Makki? What are you doing out," she would ask.

@MissCapnCrunch

After a night of roaming around the different corners along with keeping an eye on the "social club house" aka: whore houses, Aries went to check on the revenue for the night since business have become a little rough after the death of his uncle. There were a few he had to muscle for lack of payment or who was trying to hustle a hustler, which was not tolerated.

What's really been going through his mind was, who could possibly be responsible for his uncle's death, which was still under investigation. Either way, business had to continue and it would run much smoother if his cousin was more involved with handling business like her father. After a night of supervision, Aries headed home, needing to check on his mother to make sure she was in good spirits.

Aries was a true mama's boy, really only giving a damn about her and helped run this family for mostly her benefit as if she was really the one in charge. She indeed is the most precious person in his life. He, walking into Blackwood Mansion, hearing nothing at all but the echo of his mother wondering where he was, Aries, silently closed the door behind him and silently motioned his way to his room. He was quite sneaky....he had to be to get pass his mother when he was younger so to do as he pleased as to not get caught but...sometimes successful.

Aries silently hovered over his mother from behind and swiftly placed his hand on her shoulder Usually you just walk in, Ma!

The elevator rattled its way down to the first floor of the club. Jeanette stood with her hands behind her back as she swayed her hips back and forth, waiting for the doors to open. “Ding!” Jeanette mimicked the sound the elevator made as the doors slid open. The music was louder now that she was in the thick of it, and it made her want to dance. The burly bartender, Doug, looked up from his task of wiping a glass with a white linen cloth, and smiled brightly at Jeanette. No one could ever be sure which sister would come down from that elevator after one had gone up, but the bartender liked Jeanette. Sure, Therese wrote out his paychecks, but Jeanette… well, she owned this place in her own way.

“Good evening, Miss Voerman.” Doug said in a gravelly voice once Jeanette made her way to the bar. “Ah-ah!” she promptly corrected him, “It’s Miss Caper now that sissy dearest is the official baroness of the kindred in these parts.” Jeanette made a dramatic show of fluttering her eyelashes and faking a curtsy, “All hail Queen of the Capers!” she exclaimed with a sarcastic giggle.

Jeanette scanned the club for a moment. There was a decent turnout, but she preferred her weekends to be a little crazier than this. “Hey, you got any of our flyers back there? I might go drum up some more business for us.” Doug nodded and slapped a stack on the bar’s surface. “Thanks, Dougy. You think my honey’s properly displayed for fly catching?” she asked as she posed with her hands on her bare hip bones. “You’ll catch more than you can handle.” Doug said with a wink and then went off to fill a drink order.

“There’s no such thing!” Jeanette playfully called over her shoulder as she grabbed the stack of cardstock advertisements and sashayed out the front entrance of The Asylum. Jeanette flirtatiously greeted some college students, regardless of gender, making small chat and handing out flyers as she walked the streets. Some passersby looked at her like the freak show that she was, but she never paid negative nellies like that any mind. Eventually, Jeanette was standing outside a familiar bar, The Kingdom. Jonathon Caper fancied himself a bar owner, in fact, a lot of New York’s finest nightclub were owned by Capers. 'Finest' was not how Jeanette would describe this drab hipster hole, though. Still, taunting Jonny might be fun for a minute or two, so Jeanette sauntered in.

Jonathan was sitting at the bar alongside Theta, the newly appointed head of the mixed bloods. Therese hated their kind, mostly because they were sometimes a result of kindred procreation. How ghastly! Jeanette had no problem with the other races, though. Well, the dogs smelled kind of funny, but she could get over that if they were cute enough.

“Ducklings!” Jeanette chirped as she confidently strode up to the pair. “Whatever ever are you doing in this drab bar?” her eyes scanned the fairly empty room, “What a real snooze!” she said, her eyes widened when she said the last word, then she laughed.

This was the first time Jeanette had gotten a good look at Theta, of course she’d seen pictures and heard the rumors of the lifestyle that she lead – the kind of lifestyle that Jeanette could really get behind. “My-my, aren’t you the sweetest looking piece of candy I’ve seen in a while.” He eyes flicked from ogling Theta to Jonathon, “No offense, Kitten.” She said to him with an apologetic smile.

"Usually you just walk in, Ma!"

Aries voice and hand on her shoulder caused Octavia to jump, her head hitting the door with a clunk. "Ah!" she exclaimed, placing her hand on her son's hand. "Oh my love, you scared me. I thought you were in your room this entire time." her grey eyes darted as she turned around and looked up and down her son. "Wait, why were you NOT in your room?" she scolded, her eyebrows furrowed looking concerned and worried.

Her face relaxed a bit before, "I suppose you're old enough now though to do as you please and leave your poor, old, helpless mother here..alone" she admitted, playing the guilt card.

@HaleyTheRandom



Einar looked at the young pup before him right now. So young, yet she had the mind of his elder. She spoke cool council when he would be bathed in blood. Sweat was glistening off of his face as he stared at Ember in wide eyed rage. A rage not for her, but for those as of yet unseen. "AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Einar howled once again, turning quickly away from Ember. His hands gripping his hair as he forced himself to calm. Not only because he knew Ember was right, but because his anger would only bring harm to his family right now and there was already enough of that. After a few minutes Einar turned back around to look at Ember. He was still very angry, but the wild, rage induced look in his eyes had faded.

"You are not even half my age and yet you speak true," Einar said, forcing his voice to be calm, despite the anger still within him. "But there is still the fact of the matter. We need to find these cowards before they bring harm to anymore of our family. So my ultimatum still stands, and I need your help. The other families know I am not allowed to wander the streets without the permission of the head of our house, but I cannot stay locked away."

As he spoke Einar was becoming less angry and more frustrated with the situation. The last time he took off without the approval of the family's head he killed a member of the Capers. Not on purpose, but because the young vampire thought he was tough enough to sneak up on Einar while he was hunting for someone. The repercussions of that action were that if Einar was seen outside of Bane territory without the head's permission then it was to be considered an act of open war between the families.

"So, seeing as we don't have a head of the house right now I need you to make an emergency decision." Einar continued as he looked down into Ember's eyes. He was doing his best to remain calm, but it would be a few hours still before he was completely returned to normal.

@Demon Grave


Ember took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind. The head of the house had been killed along with the rest of the family, that was true. But, Ember was one of the youngest members of the family, just joining four-ish years ago. Having been propped up against the frame to the entrance of the room the whole time, Ember now stood straight up, the color draining from her face as she crossed her arms across her chest. "Einar... you can't... you can't ask me to do this. I'm not the head of the house. Due to the rules you would be, considering that you're the eldest."

But Ember knew what would happen if Einar was made head of the house: Bloodshed everywhere. The man was family, so the girl trusted him to an extent. But in just four short years, Ember did have enough information to know that when he was angry, his judgement tended to be very clouded. She licked her lips before speaking again, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.

"If you want my decision, then here it is. I'll give you free range of our enemies. BUT, there is a few exceptions. You do not come within a fucking inch of threatening their lives or the ones around them, understood. You so much as leave a mark on them and you will remain in this house until this blows over or you die, whichever comes first. You can socialize with them, but do not go to their houses. Do not threaten their businesses, Einar. Be on your very best behavior, or so help me I will go full out pup rage on you. Fair enough?"

@MissCapnCrunch

Aries eyebrow raised when his mother jumped, hitting her head on the door. I could chuckle but hey this was not the first time doing this to her. When thinking that he was in his room and then wondering why he was not in his room, he averted his eyes almost guilty of leaving his mother and not letting her know. Well Ma, we have a business to run and someone has to keep their eyes on the operations to make sure everyone's doing what they're suppose to do. besides, I have not seen Theta at all...more than likely bullshitting around. I would not have to do an all nighter if she was handling business. Aries claimed while looking his mother in her gray eyes.

But no need to worry. I'm simply out there supervising. Now when the guilt trip came, Aries looked on, seeing that she's pulling this again but he knew he could not deny his mother. Giving a sigh Is there anything you'd like to do Me? Just me and you?

@HaleyTheRandom



Einar threw his head back and let loose a loud barking laugh after Ember had finished talking. This continued for a few minutes before he brought himself back again. The girl had fire in her, he couldn't even remember the last time anyone in the family had threatened him. Most were too afraid he'd kill them on the spot. "I believe you would try, Young Ember," He said with a bit of a laugh still in his words. "But alright, your terms are acceptable. I won't go near their homes or businesses unless I need to. Though you still need to let them know that this isn't an act of aggression on our part. To do so would invite war between the families, and without a head to the house we would be hard pressed to survive." Einar added, and trying not to think of anymore of his family dying.

"If you want me too I can accompany you as you deliver the message," he paused here for moment as he thought. "On second thought, I insist upon it. I'll be damned to allow a pup such as yourself to wander alone with these cowardly bastards on the loose. Maybe even help the other families realize that you're serious if they see me as well." Einar said with wolfish grin on his face. His presence among the other families was always a story to tell. Plus he enjoyed seeing the fear on the faces of vampires and hybrids as they whispered about what he has done in the past.

@Demon Grave

Ember Bane

Ember scoffed slightly. Try? She was likely to gouge his eyes out. Lose a limb or two herself yes, but he wouldn't go without some injuries of his own, rest assured. "I agree with every word. But surely, you aren't appointing me to be the head of the family?" Didn't Einar know that the girl had a schedule of her own? After all, she was still hunting down the boy that had turned her into what she currently was. Sure, it had been a couple of years but werewolves... they tended to be classified as monsters. Besides, she wanted answers. She deserved those answers. Her family had been murdered then, and they had been murdered know. She quietly noted that her hand had been balled up into a tight fist, her nails digging into the palm of her hand. Releasing her grip, her fingers would be bleeding, four crescent mooned shapes slightly bleeding now. Ember took a deep breath while continuing to listen to what Einar had to say.

She took a moment to think. Must he insist to keep calling her pup? Well in that case, she would call him something along the lines of old man. Well, at least when the time came, that was. "Fine," she said, pursing her lips. "If it'll keep you from breaking more of the families things... then feel free to accompany me." Ember did her best to get past him, however her shoulder managed to bump him ever so slightly before coming to as stop at the door to grab the car keys.

Sable Arabella Santiago

No worries! I'll post with Sable later.