Charles Victor Loots
He gave a soft sigh, as he rolled his wrist. He had spent most of his day, actually most of his night doing paper work. He'd seen several cases too, include werewolves fighting over territory, vampires ambushing a werewolf, a werewolf trying to eat a vampire and a vampire trying to illegally take blood from a civilian. They were like children immortals, never truely growing up. He signed the final line of the current paper he'd been working on. It delt with supplies moving towards the north.

He had a very nice office even if it were small, it had hardwood furnishings, a nice leather chair he now sat in and two equally nice chairs cross his desk. Even so, he didn't like his current t position often times dreaming of the days he was on the street. In the older days things were less rough. Though he had a few hairy patches so to say. He stood up from his desk, taking with him a neat stack of papers out into the main lobby leaving them on his secretaries desk. He waltzed too the door grabbing his cover and overcoat."I'm going out for dinner, I'll be back to close things up."

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Richard Godfrey
"DAMN THEM TO HELL" he smashed his firsts into the poor desk before him. "What do you mean Lord Godfrey is going out of town and the beta is going with him? I have to work at the RBUC too!" He sat down sinking into the chair, he heard the captain slip out, he thought about joining him but instead decided to deal with the matter at hand. "I want all the pups in line. This current generation seems to have little regard for social educate. If they step out of line let me know. But other than that I want our information gathering to continue. How are the gambling halls? The racketeering?" A man sat across from him, very slim, his face was as most described weasle like. If there was a fourth in command it would be him. He was beyond smart when it came to money and illegal activities. "they're fine gamma, and I shall pass word onto the troops."

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James Wyatt GunHammer
He kept a steady tempo as he walked down his usual rout back to command. But soon stopped, down the road were two large wolves circling one another. He reached Into his jacket removing his service revolver the Enfield. "He gentlemen! Why don't you two calm down! You know changing in the city is illegal, plus the moons not for a week or so." The gave him a look before darting off down the street at incredible speed. "Damned cursed beasts..." He continued to walk his beat taking in his patrol, stopping once to assist a follow officer, who was attempting to detain a vampire who had broken a law a few weeks earlier.

Alexandre stood in front of one of the mansion's large windows overlooking London. The sun was just beginning to set behind the clouds, leaving only a few cruel beams left. Though it wasn't enough to kill a Vampire, especially one of his age; the irritation still sat, like one was walking across sun-baked asphalt. He stood alone in the sitting room, most of the others at the colony's mansion hated or feared him, and typically let him be; the job of Royal Protector was deeply respected in the ancient roots of Vampiric history, and Alexandre performed his duties with diligence and loyalty.

He raised a hand up, dusting off the lapel of his trench coat as he turned away from the wide window. Lord Giles would no doubt be awaking soon and Alexandre would be expected to await his lord.

His pace was moderate, his posture tall, and his strides long: his sword sheath tapped rhythmically against his hip with each step, the silver of the hilt and guard seemed to reflect off, enunciating the sharp steel of the blade, even those in the colony feared it.

Though most, if not all the Vampires of the colony were loyal to the patriarch; ambition leads many to rash action. Rash action that is quickly cut down. Alexandre could not count how many of those were fell by his blade, but he couldn't help but offer a malicious grin, less fools to wear away at his sanity.

It should have been just another day, this vampire probably figured when he cracked that old lady against the hard cobbler streets in the east end. Yea, just another to add to his tally of frenzied hatred against the elderly one can suppose, since this was the third time he had done it. Picking up her wallet rather smugly as if nobody in the world could stop his mightiness, not even the Queen herself. The blood coloured not only the street and the ally walls, but his hands as well, licking them gave him the satisfaction of a kill that a mere mortal killer could never feel. That he was now forever going to carry a part of this dead puny cancer ridden human in his steam forever, forever to remember. He casually walked outside the ally, very self-confident...after all he had checked this place, it was cop free, RBUC was busy in the other districts and the puppies kept to themselves here. It was his home ground, his prey was for him and him alone to devour.
''The RBUC does not take kindly to vampires killing ladies sir.''
''The Rather Bullshit Union of Cowards don't come here to bother me. So here i rule'' This guy was so full of himself that he didn't even turn around until he had finished his grandiose statement..too see a well dressed female vampire officer from the ''Rather Bullshit Union''. It was worse than that...it was the infamous Silver
''Well the union might not be here, but i sure am''
''..Silver? I figured you dead. My sources told me your corpse was buried six feet under!'' He was starting to pull for his heavy cal-revolver while Silver raised an eyebrow
''3 Blood Servants does not a gang make....and if I where you i wouldn't try firing that peashooter of yours.'' Ignoring her warning and pulled it out in one fast motion. In a heartbeat (if they had one) he pulled the trigger aimed right at her head...Nothing happened. He quickly dug through his pockets after his ammo...''
''I stole your bullets when you where getting out of the ally. And carrying a loaded revolver without a proper safety is a unwise move, so you carry it enmity. Witch means sir that your either coming with me or i will be force to incapacitate you'' The vampire got desperate and threw the revolver down on the ground and charge her with a feral rage

Sadly feral rage does not a fighter make. Silver rather insultingly sidestep his attack making him trip forward on his face scraping it against the hard stone streets. Before he was able to get up again she had put her arms right around his neck while sitting on his back.
''Last chance'' She got one growl to repose,
''Wrong move pal''

-A few hours later-
Silver arrived back at HQ with the restrained vampire now identified as James Herrold Dolf . A silly name for a silly gang member to be sure. Sadly he had something that normal thugs did not have, a Title. He was a god-damn Desmodontin hence he would be let out the next day. Silver sighed as she drenched herself in paper work as bloody always, since this was an official arrest on a titled MP it would surely be a pain in the ass just to get the crap done let alone get anything out of it. And she still had to fill in the papers for the god damn death of that werewolf who attacked her on the way home. Silver supposed a name like ''Silver'' kinda came back to bite her in the arse in the end.
''Urg..'' She wished she could drink coffee but for the love of god she could not even stomach that crap. Even her feeding habits had been off track lately since she been overworking. Tired and worn out Silver sighed and went back to her this mountain in front of her.

Marissa J'Francis Lopez

Long, slender fingers embraced a rounded glass table set in one of the numerous rooms of the London mansion. They left to clasp around the thin waist of Marissa J’Francis Lopez, one of the mortals chosen to serve at the HQ. They must have been very eager, to gain blood and power, because she, was one of a kind- while vampires had their own agenda, so did she. Marissa was known for having a mind of her own. Marissa marveled at the rather magnificent architecture of the building, she had a taste for places such as this. The decor was a bit dark for his tastes, but given the rest of the creatures living here were the enemies of light, and light was enemies of them. A lengthy black gown ceased at the top of her knees, pinned to her sides by 5 rows of thin chains that ran across her abdomen, fashioned into a belt. Raven hair dyed from her natural blonde was set into a high ponytail that fell to shoulder blade level, a set of bangs would cover most of her forehead, almost touching her pair of light green eyes.

She grinned at the spot less table, her index finger would extend to it, leaving a smudge upon it before the 5’9 women stride into the hallway. Her black boots would cause pronounced echos with each step, making her presence known to the Royal protector. They both served the higher ups- he just happened to be higher on the totem pole with his feared, silver blade. Her swift steps quickened until she was walking side-by-side with the greying vampire, her hands clasped together at her back.

“Alexandre”, She murmured her greeting between her rosy-red lips, keeping her eyes forward save the flick that they gave him which fumed vibes of darkness and outright authority- she always called people by their first name. In between the hiatus of her sentence, two fingers stretched out to touch the sheath of his sword. While most creatures will flee at the sight of his sword, the servant had the nerves to touch it.. “You know that basking in the sun for too often will eventually cause a detrimental effect on you. How do you do?”

"You've picked up a bit of an attitude." Alexandre responded curtly, not bothering to look at her. His voice held the slight hint of an English accent and the words practically dripped off his tongue. He was eloquent and soft-spoken in both tone and demeanor, both courtesy and condescension at his disposal.

"I await the patriarch. Something you should be doing as well, Mortal." He added, finally stopping to look down at her. "He shall awaken soon and no doubt be in dire...need of your services." He said cooly, crossing his arms behind his back as he spoke, his bright blue eyes seeming to pierce through her entire being.

"I've received a telephone call that Mr. Herrold Dolf was...taken by the RBUC just tonight. His release is scheduled for tomorrow. Undoubtedly the patriarch will wish to discipline him severely. By chance he might let me inflict the punishment. It would warm my heart to do so." He said, placing a single hand where his unbeating, cold heart would be in his chest.

His voice had not changed in tone or volume, keeping the casual, cold, slow pace with every word. There was something worst about him that not a single Lycan had: his brutality was shared with deadly, cool precision, befitting a viper over a wolf.

Marissa heard out the vampire’s slow, steady words. If only that vampire had a fast forward button to his mouth , her thoughts urged as his “lecture” finally came to an end. Her way of responding was almost a carbon copy of his, only she took the liberties of quickening her words in a velvety, thick tone.

“Well, vampire , it appears as if i have not only picked up an attitude, but have had the strength to maintain it all 19 years of a measly mortal life. And it appears…” Marissa’ words come to a pause with a side glance filled with some playful disgust , “You’ve been able to maintain yours for however long you’ve came to be. 30, going on 1000? Put it to good use during your disciplinary trial.” She mused as they turned down the final hallway.

The mortal quieted her voice in means of not disturbing their leader. “I must remind you that this is a rather new job- They haven’t asked for my services yet. Nonetheless.” She added sharply as they were but a few steps from the tall, wooden doors they would wait by. “I know at least one of us will do our job well.” Marissa fumed with a subtle smile, standing in the shadows casted by a curtain that let through a line of blazing sunlight. Her eyes would pierce through his dead soul with a wave of amusement as she leaned all of her weight into one leg, swaying slightly as her smooth arms crossed beneath her chest., finding someone who matched up with a fraction of her personality interesting. “Perhaps I shall go for a lengthy walk in the sunlight as you attend to his needs.”

-RBUC HQ-

''You made the call?'' Silvers assistant nodded. Great not only could they not detain him for more then 24 hours but now the god-damn colony knew about it. Sliver had been working for moths on a bigger chase then granny beating. Her old colony of Noctilio had been making moves on the East End trying to expand their criminal rings. Here if Silver only could hold this ''gentlemen'' for long enough to get a Barrister she could start pumping this little thug for all he knew. But no...no he could sit their behind the reinforced bars just mocking her with his eyes. Sure he was not the head of any of this rings but Silver was betting pounds to hounds that he had been a regular visitor to the whorehouses that Noctilio was running. She nods towards the guard and lets herself in to his cell where he was smoking a cig. His neck was looking better and he had politely requested that he had been moved to a far better the cell then the rest of the inmates as to ''Clear his head''

''Your not allowed to smoke in her Dolf.'' She kicked her legs up across each other. He just smugly rose up from his bed witch Silver noted, had gotten a fancy new sheet and pillow
''With my name baby i can do what the fuck i want'' He tosses the cig on the ground right in front of her as to taunt her more
''Tell me, what is the Noctilio's goals in expanding in to the worst district of London?'' He shrug it off
''Little girl wants to go home? Perhaps you should go and sign up to one of those wore houses'' He looked across her top and her legs with those disgusting eyes.
''I bet...3 pound and you could suck my dick off'' Silver rolled her eyes in frustration...and then proceeded to get up and get out of his cell.
''Tell the guard i want my dinner. One bag of fresh blood!''

Sliver got back to her desk, double checked her map and proceeded to start making a phone call, calling up the same number her assistant did. She wanted to get in to contact with some of Dolfs mates. Just as she was, her assistant (a fine mortal by the name of Maria) pushed her on the shoulder
''He didn't get to you did he?'' She had just been at this job for a week or two and yet already she had easily become Silvers favourite. She was fast, efficient and both good at initiative and taking orders. Sliver let down the phone and pooped a blood bag and poured it in to a coup so she had something to drink
''No no....but he didn't give me anything either. He is a swine however...sometimes makes me regret not going solo.'' Maria took a chunk of the finished papers on the desk
''Well...perhaps his old colony will bite him in the arse. Didn't your mates do that back in the day Auide?'' The only lady who got away with calling her by her real name..and last name for that mater
''Yea..kinda..'' Maria knew when to stop and took the last few papers from the desk as Silver finally got the call in

Senna Berglund

A tanned hand came up and tugged at the flaps of the black trench coat, The other pressed the hat over her head down, the tips of her ears hidden in the brown wool news boy cap. The figure walking across the the cobbled streets would have never been thought to be a female, not with trousers and under the trench coat a blue Buckingham vest over a white button down. She was never one for dresses, she preferred a suit since it allowed her to move and attack when needed, and a corset with heels weren't going to do the trick.
With her head tilted down toward the ground, she reached the RBUC HQ with out any interruption, or pups making a fuss over something. Taking 2 steps at a time she entered the main entrance of the office and took her fat off, holding the cap between long slender fingers that ended with a sharpened tip of the nails. Her inhumanly vibrant eyes scanned the area as her ears twitched, enjoying the air after being stuffed under a hat. Passing by some late workers, paper sprawled or towering their desk, she reached a room where she leaned against the desk. Senna watched as the female, named Silver talked on the phone. Senna smirked at how easily the female could get frustrated, and took a pen from her desk.
'need help?' she wrote on the back of a card.
Sometimes, when hard headed people don't speak, you just need to punch them in the right direction.

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Alexandre's eyes narrowed dangerously as she not-so-subtly insulted him. "Well then, as you are new; I'll let you off with a warning: We can pluck humans from anywhere as our servants...you're nothing special to the colony. And if you are deemed unworthy by the patriarch, you will be...removed." He said threateningly, his voice turning into little more than a hushed whisper, filled with malice.

Marissa’s lips parted with slight awe as he bled his advice to her. However, she wouldn’t give him the enjoyment of seeing him move her, so she started at the wall, twirling her black locks around her finger once, as if she was without a care in the word. She did this silently even after he had finished, letting the silence carrying long enough for him to even question if he was going to gain her acknowledgement. If anything, he had gained an odd breed of respect from her.
“Sir.” Marissa mused, abruptly facing his direction and moving towards him, close enough for it to socially be unacceptable. She raised her chin, breathing softly as she stared the vampire in his eyes, building slight tension. “Your trench coat. One of your buckles is not fastened.” Without wasting time, she lowered her eyes to it as her deft fingers began fastening the straps. With the first word of her hushed sentence, she pulled the strap through the buckle roughly ( and gently enough so it wouldn’t damage the coat. ) “Anyone can stab someone one. Living or dead. But the dead cannot give blood.” She finished, looking at him beneath her mascara coated eyelashes. She stood on her toes, to vilely whisper her poison into his ears. “And without blood, a vampire is nothing. Special, so special, you are.”

Alexandre could do little but tilt his head slowly to the side at her, his eyes betraying the calm demeanor he still upheld; as rage seemed to boil in the bright blue orbs. But benig over 400 years old had its advantages, and Alexandre learned how to keep his emotions in check.

"Mark my words, girl." He began, spitting the last word out like it were poison. "I am more merciful than the others around here. Were I not feeling especially benevolent, I'd carve your tongue from your maw right here. But I quite like this rug." He added, looking down as if to emphasize his point.

“Oh, girl now, huh?!” She exclaimed, stepping back and raising her arms up like someone would do in the movies when they were surprised or frightened. She placed one hand over her heart- Her expression, surprised, but her voice, filled with sarcasm., “Now that’s one step up from being called a mortal!” Marissa’s eyes danced with amusement, toying with his as she was catching onto his rage. “I’m quite confident that there are messier things you can partake in with me than carving out my tongue, are there not? Other wise, you’d make a sorry excuse as the ‘All-knowing protector’,” She said, emphasizing the nickname dramatically to give it a sarcastic edge. “Why would you want to mess up a rug ? There’s no fun in that.”

"You are not the first one who chose not to take my threats seriously, my dear...but there is a reason the choosing for Royal Protector is very...sensitive." He said coldly, his mouth curved into a deep frown; lines already setting on his face, though this did little to offset his youthful, if not sickly, appearance.

Alexandre’s response threw Marissa a curveball, he no longer fed her fire, rather kept it where it was. “Uh…” She blinked at him in deep confusion once as a hand accompanied by green fingernails went to smooth down her skirt. Her ridiculing expressions were no more, revealing her innocent features beneath them. “ What happened to the ones who didn’t take your threats seriously? And…. How exactly do blood servants work? Do they end up choosing one person or they are shared or…whatever that case is? Are vampires allowed to kill them freely?”

Alexandre couldn't help but chuckle haughtily, no genuine amusement in his tone; more like one was laughing at a foolish animal that had trapped itself. "You treat me as though I'm a reckless and young boy. That will not do at all. Your...flirtatious whims do not work on me, and quite frankly I'm offended at the notion that you thought they would. I was born in 1406." He finished, though this time his tone lacked anything but harshness.

“I asked questions.” She mumbled dryly, her eyes lifeless of character ,”I didn’t ask to suck it.” As her words progressed onwards, they were rich of the sense of irritation. “I believe it should be the other way around. Now please, attend to my questions about my job. If you wanted to get to know each other, or any human for that matter, I suggest you start with another fact that doesn’t include you being 500 years older.”

"I have found in my experience that an expression can tell more than any amount of words." Alexandre replied, his tone turning thoughful for a moment.

"Your job is to act as a servant of the colony. An extension of our will into the...mortal world. You will tell no one of your work, you will not tell anyone *anything* about us. You are our...sleeper agent." He decided on with a small grin, one of dark contempt.

"An aware and...fully subservient sleeper agent. Let's keep it that way."

“Come again.” Her reply was threatening, as if she was daring him to repeat the last thing he has said. “Yes, I know how to stay silent believe it or not, so don’t let that be a concern of yours. As far as I know, blood servant literally means a person who gives blood and only that.” She bit her bottom lip during a spike of anger that begun to slowly simmer inside the young, thin girl. “Would it be against the rules to choose one person only, that I become a ‘subservient sleeper agent’, whilst blood is free game? “

"You serve the colony. Not one member. You are...shared." He said, searching for the proper word. "The Patriarch is the head of the colony, his word is law. And you're there as a mobile blood source and slave. Best remember your place." He hissed

He was interrupted, however, by the harrowing ring of the wall-mounted telephone a few rooms down. To most humans, it would have only been a small, unnoticeable ring; but his ehanced senses made it impossible to ignore.

He strode away from Marissa without another word, lifting the receiver from its mount and putting it to his ear. "What is it?" Was all he said, his smooth, courteous tone still prevalent, however.

As the the voice echoed on the other side, Silver suddenly shuddered as if a icey wind had passed straight through her very body. Had she had a beating heart, his voice would surely had skipped a beat. And normally she was the intimidating force of a conversation.
¨This is the RBUC Peacekeeper Silver. My assistant called a moment ago about your fellow colony mate Dolf...i believe she said that you where..the lord protector?¨ She quickly snatched a cup of the blood from her coffee mug standing next to her. The bloods fresh taste cleared her somewhat sore throat and she gave away a litte ¨¨Athem¨¨ as it ran down.

"You are correct." Alexandre curtly responded, acknowledging her claiming him as the 'Lord Protector'. "Your reputation precedes you, Silver. They call you one of the RBUC's most...useful agents. I do hope your conversation with Mr. Herrold Dolf was pleasurable." He said, sarcasm practically dripping in his voice. He knew what an absolute pain the narcissistic Vampire could be, and frankly couldn't wait for whatever punishment Lord Giles would inflict on him.

Silver sighed
¨Dolf has commited several crimes that are of major concern. First he commited....you know what...i will be skipping protocol and give you the straight talk. Dolf is a menace and take it from me i know how us vampires deal with menaces. Its brutal and well fitting for the type of...for the lack of a better word man he is. But if you take him away from me you'd be shooting yourself in the knee. You see...¨¨ She paused....gather her mind...thought carefuly about her next move...She pulled out a small map with marked dots on them. Dots that pointed out several of the Noctilio ativites in the East End. Several of those dots, including today, had been a regular spot for Dolf to visit.
¨As we both know...perhaps even i more then you, Noctilio is a glorified mafia. Now that would not matter to you so much unless i perhaps shoud share the fact that Dolf has been a regular paton of several...lets say unsavory bussniesses that Noctilio is owning.¨ She paused waiting for a response. To see if he was interested or if he already knew what was going on....

Alexandre offered little but a soft growl, keeping his composure. "I see...no doubt the Patriarch will be...most interested in hearing this news. We are a colony, not a prison. It would be against our purpose to keep one such as him chained...like a dog." His use of the word 'dog' practically screamed his reference to Lycans.

"Keep him in your headquarters for now. When Lord Giles decides what to do with him, you will receive a messenger carrying or clan's sigil." He informed coldly.

Perfect...Silver had just what she needed. This Lord Protector gentlemen had indeed the same gut reaction she had. Now Dolf was ripe for the picking. Silver made a quick gesture to Maria who had moved next to her. Putting her hand on the phone so if Mr. Protector would not be hearing them
¨Get me a Barrister...and fast. Dolf will be staying for a while.¨ Smiling, Maria quickly shutterd off as Silver returned to the phone with a far more less frustrated voice.
¨That is indeed good news. The only good news i heard all day coming from vampires such as ourselves. I think this rather puts a good ending to our conversation. I will bid you good day.¨ She puts down the telephone and drinks up the last of the blood with a smile on her face. That asshole in the cell was now hers to do brutally get out all the info she would ever need. A good day .

"Yes, quite." Alexandre bluntly replied, hanging up the receiver just as she did. "That organization of...toy soldiers never fails in raising an issue." He snarled under his breath. If there was one thing important to Clan Desmodontinae it was their reputation, their power. The last thing they needed was a scandal that one of their members was not only a regular visitor of brothels, but that they were owned by the *other* Vampire clan in London.

"Part of me feels sorry for the whelp." Alexandre commented, thinking of Dolf as he walked away from the phone, a small flicker of a smile on his lips.

When Alexandre was returning to his original spot, the fancy green lace ends of Marissa’s gown had swept around the corner of the hall they had come from.

Lord Giles

He awoke slightly later than usual, those such things were expected for one of his age. He swung his feet out of bed and was upon his feet, moving like fluid. He donned his fancy robe, from the far east. He clapped his hands loudly and soon several servants rushed in, Several holding different sets of clothes, another one coming in with a large stack of papers. "My lord, there are a few matters of the colony that need to be taken care of. A single vampire of our colony has been taken into RBUC" Giles stopped, paused and looked to him as the servants compared clothing styles holding them against his pale flesh. "Why is he still there?" His voice was cold. His eyes screamed of controlled rage and anger. "I want him out before I'm done dressing, and I want him brought before me. Things are running too smoothly for these things to happen. " He turned his attention back to the men who were now in a heated debate over his attire in which he was to wear for the evening. "Call in Alexander, I would like a word."

James Gunhammer
He too was waking up, though on a whole different part of town. His body was stiff from the long patrol from the previous night. He quickly dressed, checking his attire to make sure his collar, and vest were properly fitted. He wrapped his holster around his waist, before shrugging on his other holster at rib cage. Holstering his weapons he trotted down stairs to see a pleasent looking woman setting plates about the table. One, for his eggs, and ham, another for his toast and the final one for his tea, though he usually didn't drink it. English and their obsession with tea.

"Good morning Mrs. To liver, how are you this evening?" He asked her while taking a seat. He immediately began to slather some butter on the bread. "Anyone stop by for me today?" She was in the middle of cleaning a small cabinet, which looked to be very dusty. He wasn't usually home all that often. So she generally didn't clean ublesst he was due home for a visit, or at home. "I'm well Mr. GunHammer, and a message was delivered for you. Something bout a girl named silver bringing in a vampire of sorts. Though it seemed he belonged to that lord Giles fellow. " With a sigh he took a single bite of the toast and got up, he walked towards the door slipping on his shoes and grabbing his over coat and bowler "Sorry but seems I have to leave, have a good day and thank you for the food." And he was gone. His feet carrying him to RBUC HQ where he navigated its halls to quickly find silver only moments after her previous call. "What in the hell is going on?"

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Alexandre looked down subtly as a single servant approached him, beckoning that the Patriarch wished to speak with him. Alexadre offered a curt nod before following the servant into Lord Giles' bedchambers.

Alexandre crouched down into a kneeling position. "What would you have of me, my lord?" He asked, humbled before the much older Vampire.

Clouds of blood servants bussed inside and outside of the room of the Lord Giles, some fitting him with clothes as others attended to the colony’s numerous needs. The room barked with many voices, the Lord’s soaring over all. Most of them looked minds, troubled, and so busy over the smallest manners in life to Marissa J'Francis Lopez. How could they fall into this regime every morning without a little need for fun or more disturbances ?

Outside of the room, Marissa roughly pulled aside a passing blood servant about to enter the grand room, to the corner where herself and Alexandre had awaited the Lord’s awakening. She whispered into the girl’s ear harshly, with a tiny lie of some sort. “Hey…”

Around 30 seconds later, a blood curdling shriek sounded from the entrance as that same slave skittered over to the feet of Alexandre and Lord Giles. She would collapse onto her knees with a sickening thud until she was positioned in a bow; her dark red hair would stick to her pale cheeks, slick with tears. This was a sore sight for all in the room, slowing down the processes of everything, as this scene would catch many eyes. “I’m sorry for intruding, Lords!! But it was reported to me that werewolfves are entering the manor!”

It was in one swift, fluid motion that Alexandre swept himself in front of the Patriarch defensively; drawing his sword, the sharp sound of the silver blade on the scabbard announcing its presence. The blade glinted in the soft moonlight, the edges seeming to glow an unnatural light.

Alexandre's posture was poised and ready, his feet spread apart, leather buckled shoes ground into the floor as he stood, staunch and indomitable. His pupils dilated not dissimilar to a cat as he looked about, his fangs elongating behind his lips as he hissed threateningly.

He stopped, appearing to sniff the air subtly; his eyes darting to look out of one of the windows. He tensed up tightly, stiffening up like a statue would as he turned sharply towards the young slave girl, still sobbing on the ground.

"Do you take me for a fool?" He growled out, the blade still being helf in his left hand, albeit in a passive manner.

The middle aged girl’s eyes shut upon a glint of moonlight from the heavy sword entering her eye, a trembling hand fleeing to protect her face. From the crease of the elbow, she swallowed the sight of the knightly vampire highly annoyed with her news. “N-No sir! Of course not!” She squeaked, her back hunching up into a girl as she shied away from the sword in her stationary crouch. “T-This women told me report these news without delay! I-I don’t want an act of idiocy and laziness become the reason for the downfall of the colony!” She ended with a shrill note that stung among the ears of all occupying the room, the cold, silent room. “Please accept my apology!”

For just a second, Marissa lingers among a crowd of blood servants at the door, standing in the shadows.

She smiled, letting it erase itself with a wave of tension.

"*What* woman?" He demanded, the silver blade of the sword inching dangerously close to her throat.

A few, nameless women in the still crowd shrieked, cueing the presence of a quiet murmur amongst them all. Another begun sobbing, which was likely to be one of the girl’s friends or family.

“Please.” The girl on the floor rasped and pleaded as tears flooded her eyelids, one single tear would fall onto the tip of the sword’s blade. Her elbows shook, struggling to hold the women up. “I have a child and I’m about to be blessed with another….please, please… I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my life.”

"Then. Tell. Me. Who. Told. You. There. Were. Werewolves." He seethed, teeth clenched together as the blade just grazed over her throat.

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The servant’s chin neared her neck, serving as a reflex as a single line of blood would dot the sketch his sword would provide her. The women looked up, once, with her pair of brown eyes blazing in the moonlight. Her pupils would widen, the fear her face shredded would be unforgettable.
“I don’t know sir. S-she had hair darker than blonde.”

Alexandre only scoffed, wordless. "Is that *all* you can offer me?" He hissed in disbelief. "I want her sent to the dungeons, she can meet the blade on the 'morrow." He said coldly, as if discussing a business deal rather than someone's life.

Two Vampires quietly took the girl, one on each arm and began dragging her away, where she would be subsequently executed the following morning.

Alexandre watched, his cold, dead eyes filled with a harsh fury; like the bitter-chill of winter.

Nooo, nooo A few wails gobbled up by the violent conversations among the crowd: She didn’t do anything!, How Harsh, Best to seem them wolves yonder with yer’ own eyes, said a few among them all.

Marissa was one among the few. “You fool!” The words rolled off of her tongue in a harsh whisper, deserving the glances of the few servants surrounding her before she too, shoved her way through the crowd towards the front lines. She didn’t stare at Alexandre with question but mountains of fury, yet her own conscience would not yet settle in.

These sounds faded into not one sound at all, nor a muscle left to move. They all stared at Alexandre with fear In their eyes as they made a path for the two vampires and the screaming women. But no one dared to question him and quickly resumed Lord Giles’s morning preparations. No one besides Marissa’s lingering stare.

"Your little 'games' cost lives." Alexandre rebuked Marissa, that calm, smooth tone back in his voice as quickly as it had left. "When the time comes, just remember when to deal." He hissed, a small, slightly amused glint in his eyes.

Marissa gave the vampire a once-over, dealing out her cards of disbelief and a pokerface, attempting hide that he actually got to her. The collective murmurs that surrounded her irritated her and she made a swatting motion with her hand, as if to swat away flies. It was useless, combined with Mr. Protector whom had just sentenced a death, really. Lord giles was close, so the raven haired women stood next to him casually, placing her hands at her sides as if they were having a friendly, casual conversation. Of course, this was far from the truth, as she spoke in a low hushed tone. “ Don’t go pointing fingers already, Alexandre, I cannot be the only fun one out of all the blood servants. However, I wonder when my games will cost yours. “ Her eyes touched his, dry of emotion. One question hung off the tip of her tongue that he restrained with a bite. It haunted her. Why hadn’t he sent her?

"Observe. Learn. And react." Was all he said, a small, cruel smile on his lips. "Let this be a lesson. I do not toy or play around." He hissed, bending down slightly to look her dead in the eyes.

Lord Giles

He cocked an eyebrow at the secene that had unfolded in front of him. By now he had trousers, and a shirt on. A woman was helping him get a nice vest to go with the outfit around his shoulders. "Out, everyone. Except you two." His eyes went from Alexander, to this upstart bloodservent. Though he spoke softly soon everyone was leaving, he took a seat to slip on his shoes, which were polished so that one could see their own reflection.

"Your petty bickering children has caused me some disturbance. To cry wolf, in such a household is in no way a game child. I've been here longer than your your combined age with all the other servents. And I'll let you know now. I'm not one to trifle with. I'll, have you, your family, and your families, family in the dungeons and no one will bat an eyelash."

He paused and shifted his gaze to Alexander, a smoldering rage hidden within his eyes. "Why is a member of my colony in an RBUC prison? And why are you rising to the bait of a mere child? Are you so old that you've some how gorwn incompetent?" His words were like swords, piercing and wounding. He stood up and dusted his trousers some.

"I want Dolf out of prison immediately, I want you, welp to stop with these games. If its thrills you seek then maybe you can find them in the bottom of the Thames. If you're ready to continue to be a blood servent, then I would like a cup of tea, no lemon. A little cream."

He moved from the room leaving the two standing there. Though looks deceive he is the most powerful being in all of London. His strength unmatched, his speed unheard of, and his ability to weild a sword, top notch. He walked down the corridor, his anger boiling below the surface. Few could see it though. He was quite good at hiding his feelings. He sat down in his drawing room, sitting upon a large leather couch, across from him his advisor sat with another stack of papers.

"My lord, what shall we do about the werewolves? They're growing restless and there has been some
.. Problems of late." Giles sat back thinking for a moment. "We need to get rid of the RBUC first..."

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Marissa’s internal fire faced a downpour of rain by being told to stay among the numerous people of the room. The company of so many others was so comfort, so sweet, as if she had someone to hide behind if Lord Giles had suddenly combusted in flames. She appeared to be listening to the Lord’s bland tone and acknowledging him with a frown upon his request for tea, however, for half of it she was staring through the reflection of his shoes at Alexandre, oh how she!....She didn’t know how she felt about that boy!
She waited for some time to fly by after the lord departed- suddenly, now the atmosphere was tense as she fumed to him
“Oh course you don’t toy and play around, especially when I have not made you the player of the game. They…come in levels. That was the first.” She paused, opening her mouth to say something before it closed silently. In the spur of the moment, she rolled her green eyes as she pushed her bangs to the side, the look on her face would make it clear that this would be painful for her to say. “Thank you.”

Alexandre kept his head bent down humbly as the Patriarch fumed at him. The Protector was nearly silent, letting the older Vampire have his moment to vent before offering a quiet, "Yes, my lord" at his command to release Dolf.

He turned sharply to look at Marissa as she began her own little roasting turn. "I've no longer the time, nor the patience to deal with you today." He said, completely ignoring her thank-you, though whether it was intentional or simply unheard was not specified.

He turned to look out the window, feeling the cool chill of night permeate his very being. This would be a good night.

He moved into one of the mansion's numerous studies, sitting down at one of the ornate desks to write a letter. Though the hour was late and darkness had fallen, Alexandre's enhanced senses allowed him to see the parchment with ease without the need for a candle or lantern.

He had gone through writing the normal formal protocol, establishing this as a formal document for the release of Mr. James Herrold Dolf from the RBUC headquarters upon receiving the letter.

Alexandre signed his name at the bottom of the page before reaching to stamp on the formal Clan Desmodontinae seal of approval.

Feeling his work was done, he closed the letter; keeping it held with a wax seal that also bore the Colony's sigil.

He rose from the desk and stepped out into the main room, motioning for one of the numerous Blood Servants to come to him. He handed the young man the letter and gave him his instructions before sending him off in a hurry.

“Don’t worry, I presume your ego will be back to normal by tomorrow.” Marissa calls out after him as if she wore a doctor curing him of his horrible disease, her fingernails would tap against her palms and eventually dig into the tender skin with a feeling she could not describe.

Suddenly, she was reminded of the cup of tea she had to collect for Lord Giles. Did he plan to scold her more than he already had? Maybe the dungeon didn’t look so bad after all…

About five minutes after Lord Giles had left, Marissa knocked at the door frame gently, waiting for a pause to come along his conversation with his adviser. Before her first step inside, the blood servant swallowed, forgetting to breathe as she carried a two empty cups of tea with a tea pot upon a fancy plate with red decorations. She found a table separating him and his company, placing the set upon that as she proceeded to pour them both steaming cups of tea- English black tea, without lemon, and a touch of cream. I hope he isn’t that one picky person who only takes perfected works. She thought as she wordlessly handed tea to his adviser. As she poured his cup, her eyes darted to him a couple times; the green, vibrant orbs carried a sense of pride. “ Giles …Lord Giles (she added this quickly)….crying wolf worked twice for the boy.” As she said this, she rose from her posture and neared the elder vampire swiftly; her boat would echo a noise similar to heels. She offered him the cup.

He paused a moment listening to her words, she was daring if not foolish. He accepted the tea gratefully taking a small sip. "And upon the third time, the wolf had come. And he ate up all of the sheep, though some versions theboy gets eaten too." He said this not as a matter of fact but as a warning for the girl not to test him further. "What is your name, girl?" His voice very casual, he leaned back some. His advisor watching with interest.

Lord Giles, plucked up a small golden case popping it open he plucked out a rolled cigarette, he struck a flame puffing on the small tobacco product. He gave her a puff of smoke with a small smile he relaxed some cigarette in one hand tea in the other. "What do you think of the RBUC? And why do you wish to serve this colony?" If his eyes could burn some one, she would be simply crispy. His orbs were highly unusual he had darkens whites (though not black) and redishbrown iris. Giving him a very monster like look.

His advisor too was sipping in the tea though he winced slightly, obviously the girl could not make tea very well. He watched lord giles with built anticipation, but also a feeling of relief. His eyes always made his flesh crawl, very few people would meet and hold his gaze. And those who did were usually in some way shape or form close persons of his. He being a human, was also an operative of the RBUC. He'd spent years climbing the ladder to become an advisor. Though in recent times his loyalty faltered frequently.

Marissa Lopez

Dungeon, Dungeon, Dungeon! One side of Marissa’s mind pleaded, cluttering her thoughts with fragments of running or being anywhere, but at the feet of Lord Giles. However, the other side, and very differing, craved for challenge, trouble, and much of the sorts that wasn’t great for a servant who wanted to live. She merely smiled as he carried on the fairy tale, appeased with his sense of humor that actually wasn’t there (Not picking up the signs that he was politely warning her). Marissa knew she would crumble into pieces looking into the vampire’s eyes with one glance, so the crafty girl made a habit out of glancing at numerous spots on his face: The bridge of his nose, his forehead, temples, even the corner of his eyes.

“This name’s Marissa,” She announced in the sweetest tone she could muster as he left her with a waft of smoke. Oh god. My lung are dying. She kept a steady rhythm of breath, save a huff or two, thanks to the fact that she wasn’t really breathing. The girl narrowed her eyes, shifting forwards, and puckered her lips gently to blow a gentle stream of air out of them, pushing smoke into the vampire’s eyes.

“Marissa J’Francis Lopez.” A heavy Spanish accent accented her name before she returned to her proper English accent.

“I believe the R.B.U.C’s works are wonderful with the regulation of all species of beings that is why I feel the need to work” She inserts the last couple of words hesitantly, she begun to sway with tension yet insisted with a confident tone. She didn’t necessarily lie but didn’t tell the whole truth of how she’d grown weary of her family’s mansion and arranged marriages. None of that had ever flown over well for the girl

.”…. Unless all vampires become imprisoned.”

Send Alexandre first!

“Then it is a matter of fact ,useless, if there is no one in the governing body. But I fear, you have wolves among the sheep, or ones who are secretly plotting a downfall.” Marissa departed from her place, quickly refilling the advisor’s cup to the brim with tea with a small, dark chuckle directed at him, swiftly returning to her spot.

” Unfortunately they do not only get two tries, but an infinite times until you, M’lad-…Lord Giles, put an end to them. Take it from me that you should trust no one but yourself. Or me. I'm pretty dependable when i feel a clear motive to be.”

Lord Giles

He studied her closely. His hues drilling into hers, he knew they all did those little traits, refused to meet his gaze. But he enjoyed seeing them squirm. "Marissa." He let out another puff of smoke, leaning back he allowed her to finish her statement. Obviously indicating his closest advisor, even someone he would.. Maybe consider a friend was apart of the RBUC. Lord Giles was well aware of the clandestine actions his friend has taken, ever since he first heard his name. Though it was his mission now to break him. Both men knew the other knew, yet they still acted as if they didn't. In all honesty it was a battle of will, and lord Giles was winning by a landslide. He fed the advisor false information, and some real. And the advisor would take some back, yet never told the incriminating information. He was most certainly a curious human.

"What... Would you have me do Miss Lopez? Should I let the RBUC keep operating, or should I attempt to use my political power to snuff them out? What is the best choice of action?" He looked to her now his expression quizzical. He took another sip and a long drag blowing the smoke away from her now. "What about the girl who is to be punished because of your games?" He spoke calmly and In a cool manner. "Should she be punished because of you?"

Else where in the manor several bloodservent were being lined up. They had either served the minimum five years, or done something of merit. They were getting ready for the change, or attempt. Its not really known how a patriarch changes a mortal most don't have memories of the ordeal but are left weakend and wasted for weeks. They all gathered in a back room which was locked except for such occasion. Five people were lined up ready to take the leap four male and a female.

Just as Silver was done with her phone call, she noticed the car that had been slide to her. She looked up from her desk at the werewolf's standing next to her. Good old Senna, sure they hadn't been working together for more then a few good months but those moths had indeed been productive. She puts down the phone and smugly look up at her friend
¨Not anymore...Good To see you¨ She gets up and hugs her in a rather hastily matter. Since now they both had work to do.
¨Let me fill you in, A few hours ago that guy... She pointed in to the cell where Mr.Dolf was sitting humming something to himself. He failed to notice the fact that he was being pointed out
¨..Bashed A old ladies head after being in on the brothels of the East end. I, caught him after he failed to kill me with a gun. Sadly we shout not be able to hold him for more then 24 hours thanks to the fact that he is a Desmodontin.¨ Seems Dolf heard their last statement and he responded with a wink towards the two ladies standing on the other side of the bars. Silver smugly smiled back before she continued
¨Seems however he picked the wrong whore-house to get his willy on. Since, it happens to be owned my old colon-mates Noctilio. I got on the phone with their Lord Protector a rather chilly talking guy...he Got me the permission to hold dolf in for the time being.¨
As she said the last statement she looked straight in the cage at Dolf, who suddenly looked a heck of a lot less happy or content.

After Alexandre had finished sending the letter off with the blood servant, he beelined his way towards where the Patriarch was - the drawing room. He made no effort to hide himself, and his presence was announced by the sound of his bronze buckles rattling against the leather of his coat, the sound of his scabbard rapping against his hip every so often, and his leather shoes grinding into the floors with each stride as he stepped in.

His appearance was not a surprise, as it was extremely rare that the Patriarch would be awake and busy and his guard were not there like a loyal hound. Alexandre accepted these notions as he moved to stay behind the couch his master sat upon, crossing his arms behind his back and acting little more than a statue.

He waited for a pause in the conversation before offering his own bit of information: "I sent one of the servants to the RBUC headquarters containing the seal for Dolf's release, along with our seal of approval to prove its legitimacy. He should be released presently." He said before turning silent once more.

Over the years, Alexandre had become quite well-versed in political and court intrigue, but preferred to watch from the sidelines and observe the proceedings and discussion. The court was no place for a Royal Protector - his job was to guard the Patriarch and remain silent, speaking only when information was necessary or when he was directly spoken to. And he had done that job well for the last few centuries; he wasn't going to allow some rebellious bitch ruin his reputation, his years of service.

Marissa Lopez

The final puff a smoke he blew at Marissa for the time being begun to slowly widdle away her nerves and the calm composure with a fit of coughs to the crease of her elbow. Although the girl had a rebellious twinge to her, she did have enough manners to keep from coughing on Lord Giles. Somehow, this infuriated her, as sung by the pinpoint of her sharp pupils angled directly at his, or the subtle glare. Despite her windpipes feeling swollen and the sting of her eyes after the coughs were over, she jumped to answer his questions- right after the first word of Alexandre’s statement. Whether her interruption was accidental or intentional was unclear, the raise of her irritation spewed out a wave of careless confidence; she was meeting Lord Giles’s eyes.

“Using your political power to collapse the whole RBUC? No no, eventually that will cause disturbances places where you don’t want to raise a finger against. That will slowly sap your power. However….if you do wish to take down a majority of it, relate your actions using movements similar to the Spanish rebellion against the French in 1808, utilizing the Guerrilla warfare tactics . One small area skillfully at a time will all make it but a game of chest to you.”
The women seemed to be deep in thought, occasional looking down as if she were to be gathering them, when it was actually sneaking a break from his stare. “Something needs to be done if you feel like they cannot be kept at bay.” Marissa shook her head at the final question, her ponytail would swirl around to touch the side of her neck once.

“No. Blood servants can be kept at bay. “ Her tone had fallen to a soft mummer, swelling up into a convicting tone. “I haven’t fessed up to anything because I know my ability to cry innocent is poor and a waste of energy. Why try if I know my strengths lay elsewhere? . He should practice working with people. His small grudges would destine him to kill the wrong person for you, Lord Giles. If anything, it has made blood servants loose respect for alexander with his such rash actions, for killing someone for doing .their. job. “ Marissa’s head turned to Alexandre with a sly, intelligent smile, one that would make him wish he could wipe it away for her- she knew he was there the whole time. “ Oh, you’re back.”

The doors squeaked and clattered behind Davina upon her entry to the ‘Vampire Crimes’ department of the RBUC headquarters. An absolute masterpiece of architectural warfare against Super Natural beings, the stone brick walls laced with garlic and wolfs bane, and even some traces of the more potent but ever more expensive options such as silver and holy water, in such a way that on the surface the bricks would not either beings but if they dug a little deeper. She smiled at the thought of this building’s ability to be used as a stronghold as well as a prison against the Supernatural, she very much liked assets with multiple uses.

Continuing her stroll down the aisles of many desks and mountains of paper Davina looked down at the newly acquired letter in her hand. It was simply addressed by the name of the leader of RBUC and had been handed to her by a rather pasty looking individual as she was about to enter the building stating that it was of the upmost importance. Turning over the envelope she examined the wax seal bearing the Desmodontinae mark, while she didn’t hate Vampires she certainly didn’t find them appealing.

Slipping the letter onto a desk, currently empty apart from a number of files the owner of the desk had left till they next had the strength to confront them, Davina walked a little taller with triumph. She knew that letters from the more prestigious clans were to be handed directly to the leaders of departments but that rarely stopped her from at least trying to postpone the release of a murdering Vampire, if they didn’t like being held captive then they shouldn’t have committed a crime.

Adjusting the other files in her arms Davina rounded a corner and nearly walked into, who would’ve guessed it, the back of James Gunhammer.

“Oh my!” Davina exclaimed keeping a firm grip on the files, she had already made a fool of herself and did not wish to continue. “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there.”