[IC] Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

[Kidd]

Mirabelle stood in the guest room Klaus chose for himself, her arms crossed as he sat on the large bed, his sketch book tossed aside to make room for her anger. The anger had subsided a bit, but their discussion wasn't going far. "Why do you want this so bad?" she asked. She had already berated him for speaking out of turn to her guest and making a decision for her family. Now she struggled to understand what an alliance with the Blackmoores would mean not only for the Kingstons, but Klaus expected to get out of it. "You'll be safer. Might even learn something from the bunch," Klaus suggested, though his thoughts went back to his first meeting with the Blackmoores in which they struggled to deal with the vampire blood they consumed. "Forget the mortals, Mira. You need to put your family first here. The rogues are dangerous. The Blackmoores are dangerous. But if you're allies, the rogues are less dangerous, yeah?" She rolled her blue eyes, her pale hand dropping to her pocket again. "You know I can't just forget them. You can't either," she pointed out with a glance to her sire. "Just meet them. Discuss it," he repeated and stood up to direct Mira toward the door. He hoped that Morven would be with the Blackmoores when the meeting did finally come. Her diet made him think her morals aligned oddly well with Mira's, which could help seal the deal. "Worse comes to worse, you keep being foolish and miss out on a good alliance." He offered her a toothy, mocking grin. When her scowl didn't budge, he sighed. "Sorry for watching out for you?" he offered lamely. Mira sighed. "Just...Just stay out of Kingston business. Please. I don't want our morals compromised." "Well if you're dead, your lovely ideals won't matter, will they?" he pointed out, opening the door for her. The tone was teasing, but she could see the anxiety flicker across his gaze. So Mira left it at, "Right. Well see you tonight," and left the room. She heard the door close behind her before she returned back downstairs, where she would wait for Praetor to return.

[Wraithblade6]

Mithias would have gasped softly is he had the time, but Trixie had his chin and was looking coldly into his eyes nearly instantly. He bowed slightly and kept his hands to himself. "As you wish." Mithias greeted the lax ex-Roman Kingston with a nod and sat a seat away from him. "Praetor." The icy-eyed Trixie started speaking, making her displeasure with the other guest apparent. Mithias's gaze suddenly switched to where Alister was ranting on the phone. It was clear his conversation was about Maria, the missing Blackmoore. Mithias looked back to Trixie intently and questioningly. He knew Maria's kidnapper was on the line, and he wanted to know as much as possible.

[Apollosarcher]

Praetor shrugged looking back at her simple cool eyes. "I'm here because I'm looking Lucian, also as a bit of good will. My clan leader has accepted a meeting between her and Alistair to discuss and alliance." He spoke cleanly his eyes followed her carefully to the bar. "A drink sounds good but sadly I'm on duty. As for the french whore comment we both know there are worse thing to be then French, you could be English. Then I would dis-like you on principle." He chuckled at his own joke put his feet down looking at Mithias. "As for you, I can take care of my self. I used to hunts rogues and even entire clans. Does Mira know you left? Were supposed to be gathering at the house you know." He talked to him like teacher tells a student whose misbehaved. "You should head back soon. I'm only here long enough to deliver the message and find my missing student."

[LokiLeo789]

Otto clicked his phone off and waited for Lee to finally come over to the Manor. He did not exactly see Lee as a friend, but as an asset. This man either had all the information, or could find the info he needed. Lee was a private investigator/ handy man/ hit man. The man had all kinds of gun in his trunk, making him a very scary man. But with the right price, you could by his services. He was not planning to tell Mira about it though, he did not want to ask her for money he already had. Otto snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a sleek, black BMW sedan pull up to the front of the Manor. He could not see who was inside the car sue to the tinted window, but he could never forget that man's license plate. Otto smiled as an African American man excited the fancy car and strolled up to Otto. Lee was wearing a light blue shirt and black jeans with light blue sneakers. "It's good to see you again." Lee said holding his hand out for Lee to shake. "It's good to see you too." He said with a smile as he grabbed the man's hand. Lee simply stood there and nodded. Things for awkward quickly. Otto simply laughed and used his hand to tell Lee to follow him inside. Otto opened the front door and saw Mira downstairs. "Umm, hey...Mira, this is Lee, a friend of mine." He said nervously. Lee nodoes and walked up to the woman and held his hand out for her to shake. "Nice to meet you ma'am." He said gruffly.

[Kidd]

Mira's eyes flickered to the door as Otto came in with a stranger. A hundred years ago, she would've asked a Black man to leave, even as a vampire. However, as New York grew more diverse, she became reluctantly tolerant of colored people. Still, there was a stiffness to her as she stood up to greet the man. Old prejudices were hard to break. "Hello, Lee," she said, taking his dark hand in her pale one. She pulled away a bit too quickly and looked between the newcomer and Otto. "What brings you here?" She found herself growing more cautious with each guest. There were so many strangers about recently and, in addition to the tension between the Blackmoores and rogues, she wasn't terribly thrilled about it.

[LokiLeo789]

Lee felt no animosity to Mira's reaction to his presence. He understood that after living for hundreds of years, old habits would have resurfaced. It was amazing that she was able to shake his hand and introduce herself without being rude. Lee was about to speak but Otto cute in. "Ohhh, he is here to help me out with something, I just wanted to discuss something, of importance with you." He said with lightly. Lee still had no idea what was going on here, but he took that as his que to leave. He greeted Mira once again and walked out of the home and sat on his car hood. Otto walked up to Mira and sighed, he did not know how to break this to her without he freaking out. "Look, this man is Private Investigator. He has and could have information on the Rouges. I'm skeptical about the treaty or agreement of yours. I don't think it's going to work." He explained calmly. "That's why I think me and Lee should do our own investigation along with the Blackmoores in secret. All I want, is your stamp of approval.

[Kidd]

Mira watched as Lee left the house and she allowed herself to finally roll her eyes. Though when Otto started talking again, she smoothed her skirt and listened politely. "I don't think it'll work either. That's why there won't be a treaty," she assured Otto. "I really don't want us working with the Blackmoores either, but now is not a good time to get tied up in their business." She was clearly not thrilled with his proposition. She thought for a moment before adding, "Though any information that man already has on the rogues would be appreciated." The rogues were clearly growing more bold, and she knew her own family was at risk if and when the Blackmoores couldn't clean up their mess. She'd be stupid not to pry for some information.

[LokiLeo789]

Otto was clearly not happy with Mira's response. He understood her concern for the family but that did not stop he I'm from being defiant. He could not stand to say around and let things go by. He had to do something about the situation, he had to contribute in some way, shape or form. And unfortubatly, staying at home was far from an acceptable alternative for him. "Look, we don't have to work with the Blackmoores. But what if the Blackmoores plan to get get rid of all vampires in the city besides there own. Do you kno how vital that information would be to saving out family." He said angrily, his hands balling into fists. "If I have a chance to completely erase all of this, bring us all back into a from of peace, I will do it. Blessing of not." he huffed, breathing hard after he finished. This was unusually important to Otto. He walked out the front door and slammed it in his way out. Otto walked up to Lee and sighed. "Look man, she won't give us a blessing, but we are gonna go through with it anyway. I'm going to need you to give me any of the information you have not before we start and pay you." He said gruffly. Lee was skeptical. If the Kingston head did not allow it, would he not get into trouble if he did so anyway. But as long as he got payed, he had no complaints. "Alright, umm, want me to speak to her directly, or you want to do it. Otto was to angered to even see Mira right now. He had not idea why, he knew his outburst was petty at most. "Look man, I don't want to see her right now." He said as he leaned onto the hood of Lee's car. Lee sighed, this was turning out to be a bad job already.

[makarov]

When things first went down both Adrian and Lucian had taken off into the night. Adrian. Adrian had taken off without a word, now wasn't a time for words, it was time for actions. After taking his leave he had went to all of his connections about the rogues and slowly but surely he had gathered information on everything that was happening in the city. After he found what he could and also he had scrounged up his allies and told them the family might call should war be declared. Adrian was now in the back of a black town car with a large Cuban Cigar in his mouth and a dark scowl on his face even his eyes reflected his disdain. After a few minutes the car pulled up to the Tortuga and Adrian got out and walked right through the doors. "Well as long as you're offering drinks..." Lucian. Lucian was taking things much much worse. After the reality ha set in that he might never see her...hear her voice...smell her sweet scent again...an almost deathly stillness had taken hold of the blue eyed knight, now here he was in the worst part of New York, The ghetto was filled with drug addicts and gangbangers...all killers. Lucian was shaking as he walked, not with fear, no he was shaking now with undeniable need to drink and slaughter to let out everything that was building in him. Lucian took the last of his sanity and used it to call his sire and oldest friend. it rang and when Preator picked up Lucian spoke plainly but quietly the oncoming madness trickling through his voice,"I'm in the ghetto...And I can't hold him back anymore..."he didn't let him say anything back as he hung up the phone. The vampire hunted till he found a house he could smell the drugs and guns, Lucian knocked softly and the moment the door cracked open he kicked it in so hard it shattered the gang members ribs. Lucian was on him before he coul even utter a scream and for the first time in well over 60 years Lucian drank fresh human blood. After a few seconds that seemed like hours Lucian dropped a corpse. He then started making his way through the house using his powers and strength to slaughter everyone in the home one by one until the entire house was a bloodbath and Lucian himself stood in the livingroom dripping with their blood as he started laughing, that kind of laughter only one who was truly evil could laugh, slowly but surely his laughter picked up until it filled the house. War had returned.

[McHaggis]

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[Kidd]

Mira stood stunned as Otto walked out of the home, her eyebrows furrowing together. She hadn't expected such an outburst from him. He was gone for five years. What right did he have to insist he knew the situation better than she? Or was she being too passive about the situation? She brushed her hair from her face and looked around the empty home, her other hand tapping anxiously at her skirt. Her gaze lifted to the stairs--she could ask Klaus for advice. But she had already dismissed his concerns and he was more than likely asleep anyway. With an exhausted sigh, she sat the the table again, scratching at her scalp. She needed Praetor. She needed Lucian. She needed Otto. She needed her family-- But they were all doing something about the mess outside when she just wanted them to mind their business. Her lips pursed together and she squinted her eyes against the sun that broke through the kitchen window. She hid her face from the light by burying it in her arms, struggling to come up with a solution. Soon, however, she was asleep at the table.

[LokiLeo789]

Lee started to feel a bit awkward due to the heavy silence and the tense air. He felt as if he could chop the air in half with how heavy and tense it felt. He knew that Otto was not the brooding type, but man when the man wanted to brood he could surely do it. Lee sighed and pushed off the hood, they were getting no were being all depressed in the shade. Lee walked over to the front door and pushed it inward slightly. Before he could move any farther he could hear snoring coming from inside. Lee signed once again and silently closed the door. "Get in the car we are leaving." He said sternly as he opened up the car door and got inside. Otto sighed and got into the passenger side, but kept silent. Lee started up the car and screeched out of the drive way and onto the main road. "You have a plan." Otto asked solemly. Lee could feel Otto's pain, but he choose not to dwell on that. "First things first, we need information, not only on the rouges, not on who we are looking for." He said gruffly as he turned a corner. "So were would we find that." Otto asked with a hint of confusion I'm his voice. Lee smiled. "To the place were all Blackmoore family members hang out. The Tortuga!!" He said exuberantly as they pulled up infront of it. Otto muttered something that Lee did not catch and got out of the car and into the shade. Lee popped the trunk and exited the car. He grabbed a pistol and a knife from his collection and closed the trunk of the car. "Follow my lead say nothing." He said sternly as walked over to the two vampires guarding the door. Otto simple held hands up in and followed Lee. Lee muttered something and the vampire scurried inside and informed him that there was a man with valuable information on the rouges and there warabouts.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Béatrix: Trixy raised an eyebrow at his mention of the English, sure he must know how much she would detest them – given her nationality and age. “Was that an attempt at an apology?” she asked in a surprisingly serious tone, showing that he obviously hit a nerve. “Don’t come here hoping for peace and ‘good will’ when you are willing to speak of such filth.” she said in a growl. When Béatrix heard someone else enter the door, her blood was just about ready to boil. Her face softened when the suave brunette strutted in like he owned the place. “Adriannn” she purred “Where did you run off to? You missed quite a bit. Come, sit, sit.” She said as she tapped the stool next to her. Trixy begrudgingly brought her eyes back to Praetor – he had to be dealt with if the Blackmoore’s ever wanted to get him out of the bar. “Lucian isn’t here. He found out about Maria and took off.” Her voice trailed off a bit and her eyes became a bit more distant and callous. “I told them it was foolish. Love is too dangerous for us immortals, the loss of a promised forever can break a vampire.” She said as she took a huge swig of the potent green liquour, inwardly reflecting on her own descent into madness. Once she swallowed, she spoke up again, her expression unreadable. "Where ever he went, I suggest you tread carefully. I know it my seem odd for one such as yourself feel afraid, but if he really did love Maria... he will be a force of terror that you have yet to know." Alistair emerged from the back room and was obviously more agitated by their guests than she was. “Ali, dear, would you like me to simply shoot the next vampire who walks through that door and isn’t our family?” she asked with a small smirk, both joking and completely willing to do so at the same time.

[makarov]

Adrian. Adrian smiled as he always did at Trixy, even now when they were in a horrible situation he could brighten a room with that smile, "Don't tell me...You missed me?" Adrian laughed and the room seemed to lighten greatly, it was like in his voice there was hope. "And yes...I would love a drink." The vampire walked across the Tortuga exactly as if he owned the place, stopping only for a moment to nod to Preator who he knew as Abraham, the two had previously met at a lecture on history. Adrian crossed the floor and took a seat close to Trixy, "I'm sure...I was busy looking for clues on Maria...and prepping a small army." To anyone else it might have sounded like a joke but Trixy would know better, if Adrian said he had an army...an army he had.

[Savi]

Adelisa glanced up at the word English and gritted her teeth. Her mother was a gypsy, seeing as a female apothecary was quite uncommon amoung the english. Her father was english and her mother loved him. He was shunned from society as was her mother, but Adelisa was pitied and shunned. She remembered her mother and her having to stay out of the streets at night. How terrifying the thought of the night was to two women, let alone to a gypsy and her bastard daughter. Her father tried to make up for his societal suicide by marrying her off... to an Englishman. She despised Englishmen, beside her father. He was the only decent one. The only one nice enough to care about the well being of everyone, even a "lowly" gypsy. Adelisa sighed at the memory of her parents. They were beautiful people, but the world made them ugly. She glanced at the men that entered and her eyes widened. She wasn't comfortable around men, especially in bars. She inches away from them in her seat, but it was of no use. Adelisa shifted in her seat again.

[Apollosarcher]

Praetor sighed. "Listen I have little time for you Bea-" His phone rang and he picked up, He heard the words tumble from the boys mouth and he cursed. The boy had always fancied himself a tough warrior, called himself War when he really went mad with it. Placing the phone back in his pocket. He summoned three riders, French Calvary Napoleonic. He began to issue order in perfect French. He turned back to Trixy. "Love drives us and can kill us. Seems he's broken just like you thought, but I'll tell you one thing, I've seen a lot immortals who can't find anything to cling to... They go mad. Hell I'm halfway there myself, now can I get a drink? I'm going to have to after Lucian." He cracked his neck and stood up, he might hae seemed tense earlier but this was a new level, his teeth were sharper, he dripped anger and rage. Like every years worth of hate he had been alive had been bottled up. Anything that stood between him Lucian well... Unless it as old as him it had little chance of survival.

[Myst]

Pain. It was all she had known for hours. How long had it been since she had been taken? She didn't know anymore. Pain, fear and anger coursed through her. Fear at what her captors were going to do to her, anger at them for doing this to her, using her as a pawn to get to her sire and her family. But the pain... the pain was constant. And the pain made the fear worse, so much so that she could taste it along with the blood in her mouth. To hear her sire's voice was almost as painful as the torture. She wanted to call out to him, but the bastards had gagged her, taking away even her voice from her. She had hoped that if she could sing perhaps she could convince them to let her go. But now she had screamed so much that even if they ungagged her she wouldn't be able to sing to her full power. Lucian... his face filled her mind, making her eyes well with tears. How she longed for him, for the safety of his embrace, for the comfort of his beautiful voice and to gaze into the endless pools of his eyes. Her heart yearned for him as much as for Alistair, her sire. Then, as if the torture was not enough, the creature, the Goblin, put his hands on her. She flinched under his touch, screaming through the leather strap in protest as his vile lips molested hers. If she could have spit at him she would have, but she had to settle with giving him a look that could have wilted flowers. To be demeaned in this way, laying naked and bloodied and brusied, to be touched in this way. She thought she had left all of that behind when Alistair had turned her. He had always protected her from things such as this. He was her sire in every sense of the word. He had not only given her life but had become her father, her older brother, her family. She glared at both of the males. There was fear in her eyes, because of the pain they had wrought on her body, but also anger. The fire, though dampened a little, had not left Maria completely. If they thought to take her by force, they would have a fight on their hands. But even as she glared at them with murder in her eyes, she shook with fear and tears fell down her cheeks from the pain, the salt only adding to the sting.

[McHaggis]

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[Savi]

Adelisa nodded at Alistair's response. "I promise you my knowledge to find Maria and return her." She stood up from her seat, feeling extremely uncomfortable at the other vampires' appearance. She started to pace, thinking about what she needed to do. She knew that Theo was going to get Adelisa back one way or another. She knew exactly what Maria was going through, exactly what Theo was doing to her. She knew. Adelisa stopped and looked around. There had to be a clue of some sort. She spotted something under one of the tables and walked over to it, kneeling down and picking it up. It was a note. How she didn't see it before was beyond her. She unfolded it and caught the scent of blood, her blood. It was an old scent, meaning he wrote this while she was still under his control. It said, My Dear Adelisa, It seems you've escaped, as I predicted. You now have to look for my... special trail. Good luck. The first clue: your first outing with me. Of course, it's not going to be the exact place, seeing as you probably escaped to a different place; but an equivalent. I found you. Theo Adelisa shoved the note in her pocket and looked up at Alistair with a grimace. "I'll be leaving now" she said softly, walking toward the exit.

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Theo grinned at the woman tied up. "You, miss, are quite a loved woman. Or we'll see." He bent down to be face to face with her. "Though I doubt they love you. You're just a pair of legs aren't you? That's too bad." He thought for a moment, thinking about his current situation. He removed her gag and said "if you even try, I'll slit your throat and you'll never see your little lover ever again." He leaned away from her and paused. He had to word this properly. "So, what do you think? A big or small wedding?" A grin spread across his lips. "You see, my little Adelisa will be coming to switch with you. She feels bad you were kidnapped, of course; and I miss my little pet. When she gets back, we'll be getting married, so I need a girl's opinion on a few things. Unless you want to have more blood drawn?"

[Grimoire Gaming]

Béatrix: Trixy studied Praetor as he talked on the phone, given her vampiric hearing; she caught every word Lucian said. Instead of childishly mouthing ‘I told you so’, which she was perfectly entitled to do, she just simply nodded in understanding. Praetor looked about as unsettled as he probably could get in that moment, and asked her for a drink. Béatrix did him one better than a simple drink, she topped of her glass of chartreuse, and then offered him the rest of the bottle. That particular brand cost a pretty penny and was her favorite, so it was quite the gift. “Here’s to a solution that involves the least amount of death, at least among your friends and mine, may the rest turn to ashes in the wind.” She said with a cool smile and leaned back before taking another calming gulp of the green liquour. As much as she disliked the Kingston’s and their ideals, they weren’t her enemy. There was a greater enemy out there, beyond this concrete jungle, an enemy to all vampires, human sympathetics or not. And now, there was a greater enemy in the city, rogue vampires willing to capture and destroy established foundations that kept vampires safely hidden from human eyes. When Alistair gave her the okay to brandish her weapon, she immediately took one of her glocks out and placed it on the bar. Her eyes caressed it much like it were her lover. She drew her finger along the cool metal, her breath catching at the sight of dirt and blood smudges, it needed polishing. Hell, she probably could use a good polishing after tonight’s battle - but a bath could wait until Maria was safe and sound in Skye Manor. Trixy pouted slightly when Ali sent the guard to tell them to kindly piss off instead of her, maybe he wasn’t actually serious about letting her shoot the next passerby. Adelisa had promised to help them find Maria, and in her next breath she was pacing around the bar and then telling them she was leaving. The click of Béatrix cocking her gun silenced the room. Trixy held the weapon, poised perfectly at the back of Adelisa’s head. Trixy didn’t even like this girl, and she sure as hell didn’t trust her, she doubted that Ali fully did either. Adelisa would not be leaving their sight until Maria was back in their grasp. “You aren’t going anywhere, darling.” Not until I’m bathing in their blood. The last part she merely thought in her head instead voicing aloud. Jareth: “Married?!” Jar said as he flung his hands out to his sides in theatrical disgust. “You can’t be serious!” The idea of marriage was the farthest thing from Jareth’s mind, he couldn’t fathom why someone would even consider something so… stupid. “Well, this place is a real snooze now.” His voice had a petulant whine to it, much like a spoiled child. “I think I’m going to stir up some trouble in the town. Ya know? Find myself a good bite to eat, and an even better whore.” Jareth said before winking at Maria and turning to leave. “And then I think I’ll eat her too...” he said out loud to himself as he walked away.