Jeanette sipped the drink Jon had made for her. It was sweet and satisfying, and tasted like cherries dipped in blood. “Mmm, not bad, Kitten.” She managed a teasing compliment. Just when she was starting to enjoy herself, in walked the Banes. Being a relatively not-racist vampire, Jeanette just sat idly by for a while as they stated their reasons for being there. She was, of course, a little on edge, given that a killer or two were on the loose with a taste family heads’ blood, and Jeanette was now the sister of such a potential victim.

Threats were exchanged, which bothered Jeanette more than a little. Jonny had asked them nicely to leave, and they were acting like they had every right to stay. Jeanette set her drink down on the bar with a soft clink and turned around on the bar stool. The way that she walked towards them commanded a certain level of authority, despite her pigtails and ridiculous schoolgirl getup.

Jeanette wasn’t aware that she was, in fact, a personality of Therese, developed as a way to cope with sexual abuse as a child, and accentuated by her cursed Malkavian blood. Some of the more clever vampires, like Jonathan, and those closer to Jeanette or Therese, seemed to have some idea that something strange was up… but no one really talked about it, and the other families didn’t have a clue. Truth is, the girls got what needed to be done, done, and so having a bat-shit crazy head of the family wasn’t really a problem for the Capers.

Although dressed like Jeanette, a blending of Therese and Jeanette’s personality (Tourette) was showing up a bit in her words and actions. Jeanette crossed her arms, now that she was directly in front of Ember. Her eyes flicked from Ember, to Einar, and then back to Ember, as she was the one doing most of the talking.

“Dearest Jonny asked you, very kindly, to leave - Much more kindly that I would have, truth be told. And yet, you stay. I must say, who do you think you are? This is his bar, and this is our territory. You are directly breaking our agreement by stepping foot on these grounds… but why? Yes, yes, you say you’re here to figure out who killed your family, blah, blah blah…” Jeanette rolled her eyes waved her hand back and forth as she spoke the last words, indicating dramatic boredom. “You weren’t the only ones who recently lost people, you know. And you idiots think it was us? Hah! And folks say that I’m crazy. Do you honestly think that all of the murders aren’t connected?! All the heads were killed on the same day! This is clearly a hunter problem...” Jeanette got thoughtful a moment, and tapped her lips with a finger while humming and circling the wolves.

“But this... this is an act of war.” She then used her finger two point and gesture at the two Banes. “If you had business to discuss, you should have contacted Therese, preferably in writing, before even thinking to come waltzing into our territory. And my, my… when my sister gets wind of this… Well, let’s just says she isn’t that fond of your kind to begin with, and this little power play just might be enough to order your pelts to be hung and dried out above our fireplace. A pity, are you really looking to decrease the Bane family numbers even further?” she asked with her hands on her hips.

*Vladimir watches the show unfolding in front of him getting more comfortable in his chair his boots still up on the table. Luckily for those in the bar he had gotten his dose of artificial blood before he came here so he wasn't hungry and he wasn't pissed off. Not even near it the threats the small vampire made earlier basically went unnoticed and now he's simply just sitting there watching. He would not interfere unless something made him*

Anya scoffed in surprise and disgust, clearly this woman didn't know who she was dealing with, the...'position' she held. Oooh, this would be fuun. "YOU remove ME?" Anya shouted, laughing loudly. "Just cus I'm the shortest person in the room doesn't mean you can scare me you know!" She walked closer, if at all possible, looking up at Ember. "I can also assure you, I haven't murdered any of your flea ridden kind in at-least a century. Buut if it's humans you're counting..wellll...it's been two hours." Anya shrugged.

"Could you pleaase leave before I have to get violent Ms. Mutt?" Anya spoke, looking up at her with a fake smile. Jeanette then came over, and Anya liked what she was hearing. "Oooooh, a declaration of war? Does this mean I can get all stabby with 'em? Pleeeeaaassee. I'll save some hide for you, I've been wanting a pair of fur boots." She turned, facing Jeanette, bouncing up and down giggling. She then looked over her shoulder towards Jonathan "What about you Jonny! Wanna new hat? I'll cut it perfectly just for you!" She called out before resuming her attention on Ember and Einar.

Einar sighed heavily as everyone around him exchanged threats and attempted to throw their weight around. Families this, blood that, mutt this, territory, kill you, blah blah blah blah. It was all rather irritating and beginning to wear away at his carefully constructed calm exterior. He had come here to give the families as much of a respectful warning as he could possible conceive. Not to bicker about who has the biggest pair like a bunch of drunken sailors.

Finally, after he had taken as much as he possibly could, as gently as he possibly could, pushed the small vampire away from Ember and stepped forward. He didn't say anything. He just stood there, large and menacing, while letting out a low reverberating growl. The growl seemed to fill the entire bar like a presence. A very strong, deadly presence, as if the growl could kill everyone hearing it in an instant. Mostly it spoke a message, a very clear one, to be silent.

Once he was sure he had everyone's attention, Einar finally stopped growling and spoke. "As the Banes have no head at the moment. This message is as formal a warning as we can give. Thus we are honoring the agreement between the three families and we are NOT harboring WAR!" Einar spoke loudly, adding a growl to a couple words to make his point clear. "The warning, as Ember has said, is this. I, Einar Erikson Bane, Cleaner of the Bane Family. Am currently, and until further notice, no longer restricted to Bane territory to hunt down, and slaughter those who murdered my family." As he spoke Einar made sure to look everyone in the eye, and by the time he was done he had locked stares with the pig-tailed vampire who had threatened them with hanging their pelts above the fire. "Again, this is a formal, and binding warning. That being said, any attempt on your part to carry out any of the many threats you have just spouted from your filthy mouths. Will violate the agreement between our families, and I'm sure no one here who knows me, wants to do that, now do they?" Einar smiled wolfishly at the end of his little speech.

*Vladimir seems not even fazed by the growl in fact he looks almost impressed... almost he still remains leans back his boots still upon the table his hands now clasped together in front of him. He lightly inhales Einar's scent and a look glimmers through his visible eye. This wolf seems practically as old as I. interesting. You would think the Bane head would mention him to me... then again i wasn't mentioned to them so only fair Vladimir tilts his head and continues watching though it would seem this wolf defused the situation with the growl.*

"If I can pick up her scent, I know we'll find her in no time but then again, she know how to hide it to keep us from finding her but I'm almost certain that she's either in a bar or a back alley somewhere." Aries commented, opening the door for his mother and Octavia took lead walking outside. Her heels clicked in a fast paced rhythm, her head upright and poised, platinum blond hair in a very well kept updo. "Oh dear." Octavia pouted, her soft lips open in a small gape.

"I hate to see her make mistakes as I did, I was so foolish at that age as well." she started, pulling her shrug around herself tighter. "Besides you my love." she added, though it was unnecessary. Climbing into the passenger seat of the car, Octavia crossed her legs letting her hands drop into her lap softly. "Come my love, even if we can't find Theta, I could use something to quench my thirst." she grinned, watching her son slip into the vehicle.

One minute Anya was being threatning in front of Ember and the next Einar simply shoved her across the floor, alebit gently. "I. Wait. Hold on I wasn't done talkin-!" Anya started to speak, scrambling against his arm like a child, in truth she could have made more of an effort, but by this point she was acting childish more than anything. He growled, silencing the room, including herself for a bit. She grr'd right back at him and stuck her tongue out before allowing him to speak with a 'hmph' and crossing her arms.

She walked over and plopped down in her seat pouting, she just wanted to maim Ember a little, no one ever let her have much fun. He arms still crossed she listened intently, wolf or not she still had some small semblance of respect to those that'd walked the Earth even longer than she.

Anya scoffed again after he finished speaking, did he just call her filthy? Well, right now it was partly true, her clothes at least. Lazy, sure. Filthy? Never, that's more the job of a mutt like him than a refined killer such as herself.

"Ooh, the Big Bad Wolf got let off his chain and it's supposed to be threatning." Anya said with a smirk. She should probably stop speaking by now, but she couldn't help herself once she got started, she really couldn't.

"Cleaner shmeaner, you're still a mutt too me. Older or not. You gave us your warning, now shoo like Jonny asked." She continued, then turned towards the halfie mutt that was sitting two stools across from her, "You too weirdo, shoo."

@Shikaru
*Vladimir realizes that he is being addressed and with a smirk as if knowing just what to do to push multiple buttons he slowly lowers the chair to all fours his boots still on the table. He ever so slowly and elegantly raises up his hand. With a flourish almost he not only flips off Anya he also does the shakespearian version and slides his hand under his chin and flicks it forward. A double flip off in two different forms. Honestly he was a bit insulted by the weirdo term... clearly he is not.... okay maybe but still he isn't going to just sit there and ignore that from a tiny vampire*

That tore it. First, they wouldn't respect Jonny, then they wouldn't respect Jeanette, then they wouldn't even respect HER when she was trying to be nice. She'd been threatened, stabbed, trampled, shoved, and all around generally abused the entire day, and it'd only been a few hours!

"That's IT!" She shouted, jumping from her chair, this time emitting an actual somewhat threatning and beliveable growl. "The Banes have at-least SOME reason to be here, but you DON'T! Dirtying up the counter with your boots, smelling up the nice clean air, AND being a total asshole."

She quickly drew the dagger from the sheathe on her chest, turning it sideways and poising to strike. "You can leave with your various appendages attached to you or in a body bag, either way, YOU'RE GETTING THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE!" She practically roared. The Banes she could tolerate without murdering them, to a degree. This asshole pissed her off just by being in the room.@BlackPanther

It took all Ember had in her to not lunge and rip out the throats of the two women. She had... well, she wouldn't necessarily consider it communicating threats as much so as stating what the hell she would do, but, oh well."All of you hush, and hush now. You, little Miss Ass On Your Shoulders, I know about the agreements, the territories, how I should have contacted Therese by means of writing, emailing or text, because believe me, the stench coming out of this bar is enough to kill any-goddamn-body. The point is, we have a serious matter going on right now and so help me I will not hesitate to kill you all, werewolf, vampire or hybrid, whatever you may be. I came here in a way to give the most formal warning that I thought possible. Einar will be undergoing the investigation. We did not accuse you of anything, simply said that you were not cleared from our list of questioning. Now, unless you want me to spill blood all over your pretty little fucking mahogany tables, I suggest you get out of my face and go call your sister in order to let her know what's going on. As stated earlier this was meant to be peaceful, so as soon as I know you've understood the point that I am trying to make here, Me and mine will move out of your territory.

@Shikaru
*Vladimir's eyes have a hint of ruby red flash through the normally pale grey. Then he smiles and stands with a fluid movement. Now standing he walks over to Anya and stands directly in front of her. His arm raises and with an elegant flourish he boops her nose. He seems to be completely ignoring everything else going on completly focused on the tiny angry one that he probably just pushed over the edge*

@BlackPanther Annnd that was the last straw, this man further treated Anya like a child which she didn't appreciate. At all. "Option two it is!" Anya growled, "My faaavorite option too~"

She lunged at him, making a small cut on his arm. Quickly she drew her other knife and assumed a dual wield stance. "Sorry Jonny, but, this guy asked for it!" Anya called back to Jonathan before resuming her attention at Vladimir.

"You coulda just left in-tact ya kno'" Anya told him, smiling. "Buuut, no chance of that now." She grinned maliciously and lunged at him again, this time aiming to kill rather than wound and distract. One knife aimed for the throat, the other for the gut.

She gave him every opportunity to leave, really, but he just didn't listen. She liked when people didn't listen.

@Shikaru
*Vladimir gets this smirk when the cut sizzles and then the smirk goes away as a knife ends up in his throat and the other in his gut. It was like stabbing wax really. Since there is iron in her knives sizzling is heard and a small trail of what looks like old blood oozes out of the wounds. With a grumble he grabs the knives and pulls them out the sound of sizzling accompanied by the sound of the knives being pulled out were not pleasant to say the least. With a small push he pushes he back her knives most likely still in her hands with barely any evidence that they were previously inside of anything. Vladimir coughs as the large wound in his throat heals then looks at his shirt and the tear now on it* "Okay.... I will admit i deserved that..." *Sighs at the tear in the shirt then looks at the tiny girl with an anger problem... okay maybe he has the problem* "Guessing those knives have iron in them because that actually hurt" *He then smirks walks to her again and pats her on the head... he's probably going to get stabbed again*

When Jeanette introduced herself, Theta thought for a moment, where she heard that name from before. Ah!, she thought to herself. She was one of the sisters that were running things now for the Capers. Didn't remember which one was which but either way, this girl would be considered a prominent member of the family whether if she was the one running things of the support. Theta smiled knowing now that she was making a potential play date and totally agreed with the saucy pun she spoke of.

Theta was about to respond but when Jonathan spoke, her head darted over about about not needing to go to a brothel to get a woman..but....in Theta's eyes....yes he did. She was only trying to help. Theta of coarse still didn't care whether Anya was being racist or if Jonathan was taking up for her but she was still amused by the girl as she checked out her chest size.

Now things started to take a turn when this guy came into the bar, and both Jonathan and Anya responded to the guy's presence negatively. Just from the whiff of this guy, the first thought that came to her mind was Aries...since he indeed has both Werewolf and Vampire in his genes. Obviously she's never seen him before so he was unaffiliated but to have a lone hybrid out there, there's no telling what he'd do without having someone to enforce the rules on him. she sat there and continued sipping on her drink watching to see what was about to unfold.

To top it off, Theta gave a joker grin the moment the Banes came in. Things were getting out of hand quickly when Jon, Anya, and Jeanette were going back and forth with the two members of the Bane family who were basically not taking any shit from the Capers. Theta again, showed no need to show representation of the Blackwood family just to stir things up but if she was to get into any tussle, it would be from self defense....thanks god, her cousin and aunt was not here...then it would officially be a triple threat family match.

She spoke too soon when the tension reached an all new high and this lone hybrid pushed Anya's buttons enough to attack him. Theta looked on quietly laughing now someone have cast the first stone. She leaned against the counter and spoke to Jonathan "Johnny boy, I think it's too late for trying to calm this, might as well let them let some steam out....I'm pretty sure your insurance can cover the damages." She said giggling in a playful tone. " It's become quite lively all of a sudden..." watching the hybrid and Anya go at it but darted her eyes towards the wolves wondering what their next action would be.

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Hearing his mother speak about Theta and having concern about the girl making mistakes like she did when she was you, Aries looked at his mother out the corner of his eyes when she added that he was not one of those mistakes. With a straight face and starting the car, pulling off Well Ma, if I was considered a mistake, I'm the best mistake you've ever made. Or you could say I'm your favorite accident... retorting to her statements. With the notion that his mother would like quench her thirst, Aries pulled out of the drive way and headed into town Perhaps...just let me know where you'd like to go. I need to make a few calls to see if anyone have seen Theta. Pulling out the phone to call a contact or two to find out if Theta was still in their territory.

After a couple of minutes driving and Coming up empty when confirming that no one have seen her in The Blackwood turf, thanks to the two contacts that have eyes and ears everywhere in their territory, Aries was going to have to rule out either the Capers or Banes borders. If there was anyone from the Caper who would know anything and at the same time not give Aries any difficulty, it would Jonathan Ok Ma, Theta is not in our turf...I'm going to call Jonathan and find out if he's seen her or heard anything about her being in their territory. If she's not in the Caper's turf, I'm going to have to call some of the guys to meet us in the Bane's territory.

Aries speed dialed The Kingdom to hopefully get an answer from Jonathan on the whereabouts of his cousin.

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@BlackPanther
Anya stared, shocked at the fact that the knives had met their targets and yet, no blood sprayed from his throat or came from his stomach. She was further shocked by the unnatural resistance his skin produced against her knives, as well as the sizzling that came after.

He simply casually removed the knives, which both pissed her off and made her slightly curious. He didn't move moreso he oozed liquid. Just what the hell was he? She stepped back a bit to re-gain her footing, staring up at him.

And then he walked over and patted her on the head like a dog getting praised for good effort at doing something. She growled lowly, she didn't need nor want his pity, it was't her fault that his skin was squishy.

"Just what the hell are you.." she spoke lowly, she circled him, much like a predator would circle its prey. "And why didn't you bleed.." It didn't make sense, by all rights he should be on the ground grasping one of his wounds and bleeding profusely.

"And yes..yes they do..iron and silver actually, the perfect combination to stab the supernatural, wouldn't you agree?" She said with a smile.

In all her years of killing, it simply didn't add up how he lived, and it pissed her off just as much as him patting or poking her. If she couldn't kill someone, she was practically useless to her family.

She suddenly lunged at him from behind, both knives poised to stab him in the shoulder blades. If the direct approach wouldn't work, she'd weaken and dis-able him until it was possible to kill him.

Dark red anger crept into the Bane girl’s face as she said her next piece. The wolves were always so quick to anger, it must be a side effect of their curse. While Jeanette didn’t really care to fight, this girl didn’t scare her either.

“Oh, Puppy~” Jeanette began with a teasing coo. “I’m afraid you’ve got me all wrong. I don’t want to paint Jonny’s tables with anyone’s blood, mine or yours. Fighting doesn’t interest me too much, my skills are better off suited for other arts. I was just giving you a warning of my own. When Therese does find out about this, and she will find out, you better keep your eyes open. My sister might look picture perfect, but she’s always been the violent one…” Jeanette’s eyes drifted off into the distance “ever since she sent daddy’s brains spattering against the silly clown wallpaper…” she said in a mumbled, sing-song tone - and then promptly burst into a fit of giggles.

“I’m sorry-” another chortle followed before she achieved some semblance of professionalism. “You and yours may do your little investigation; I guarantee that we Capers have nothing to hide, when it comes to these matters, that is. I will inform my sister of your intentions, but I can’t make any guarantees about her response, Duckling.” After having said her piece, Jeanette turned her back to the wolves and walked back to the bar. Skirt-clad Jeanette had one of those swaggers that made you sad to see her go, but love to watch her leave.

Anya and the mysterious hybrid were in a good ol’ fashion tiff. Jeanette watched on and clapped giddily. She might not like to fight herself, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy watching others do so. Jon wanted Anya to leave too, but what fun would that be.? “Oh, c’mon, Kitten. Let her stay, you know this is the most excitement your bar has seen in weeks.” She teased Jonathan, lighting biting her stuck out tongue after doing so. Jeanette hopped back onto her bar stool beside Theta and sipped on the drink she had abandoned. “But if you insist on taking away all the fun, we can always bring the party to my place.” She suggested and used a finger to slide one of the flyers along the bar to Theta. “I’d love to have you.” the double entendre slid smooth as silk off her tongue.

@Shikaru
*With a chuckle Vladimir spins so that instead of the knives going into his back they thud into his chest. He looks down and the girl attached to the knives and sighs his skin sizzling again a small wince accompanied with it. He reaches up and slowly pulls out the knives and this time he holds them up in the air looking down at her* "You are interesting Dyvol.... must admit you almost got my back... almost *He almost looks.. impressed probably not the reaction she is looking for as he continues holding her knives up in the air. He half expects her to crawl her way up his arm and bite him or something.*

@BlackPanther Anya's grip was forced off of her knives that missed their target with an expert dodge. She slowly slid down his shirt plopping to the ground. "Gimmie my knives back!" She shouted like a child who had just gotten it's toys taken away while bouncing up and down trying to reach them. "C'moooon! No fair!" She shouted.

With a huff she crossed her arms, pouting. First the guy wouldn't bleed now he took away her knives, what did he expect her to do, bite him? And then she got a thought in her mind and grinned evilly. "Welllll if you won't play fair....neither will I." She said, giggling. She drew her leg back and launched a kick straight for his manhood. Supernatural or not, he still felt some semblance of pain, or so she hoped.

@Shikaru
*Vladimir had a look of confusion on his face until a leg made contact with his manhood. Both knives drops hitting the floor with a clang and he crumples to the floor. To his credit he doesn't make any noises just has a wounded expression on his face as he holds up a hand and flips her off the other hand holding to the now wounded area. A string of curses in multiple languages going through his head as he remains on the floor with one hand flipping off the tiny vampire that he was sure would've just taken away his ability to have kids if he could've had them in the first place. The flipping off intensifies*