"I must tell you though," she said as they walked inside, and the servants drew in the long shades. "Damine wants to meet again. In his turf." she told him, but before he could respond. "I'll take Vathu with me this time, and you know I will relay anything to you." she told him quickly before he refused letting her go.
"You must trust me."
~probabley to tell him of the missiontime for Elestry Myresta's debut~
Elestry walked through the Minuo mansion with his large sword clanking at his feat to meet with Otilion as he watched the servant's pull up the shades and other's go to bed. "Servant!" he said adressing a young servant girl who was walking out of the way "Yes milord?" the girl said in an english accent "Where is Otilion?!" asked Elestry as his voice boomed through the mansion hall's. "I beileve he's in the throne room sire." she said intimidated by his booming voice. "Thank you!" he replied walking to the throne room and walkinh the golden stairs' an plopping down in a comfortable throne with Hyrogliphic's engraved into it.
Otilion glanced back into the throne room from the balcony, then turned to watch full night fall outside.
NIGHT TWO COMMENCES
He had recognised the heavy tramp as it entered the throne room. Walking back in as the streetlights began casting their yellow light across the roads. A few cars were still making their rounds, and he could see a large congregation of people deep in Minuo turf. It looked to be a street racing group, and his enhanced ears could faintly hear the booming of sound systems.
Taking his seat on his plain stone throne, he looked at Elestry. Grinning so that his fangs showed, Otilion told his fellow Ancient,
"You missed our plans begin last night, brother. Damien met with his rival, that clever b!tch Spade. We would have been able to crush the renegades tonight, but Raziel stalked Spade and tried to kill our commander. Obviously he escaped that old idiot, and they are meeting tonight. This time it won't be neutral territory, and we'll have guards watching for Raziel. I've even decided the location."
Beckoning to one of his servants, the woman with the crushed hand, he took it in his. The bones were fine, but the woman's frightened eyes tormented him. Kneeling in front of her, he delicately kissed her fingers.
"My apologies, lady," he said. Standing and looking about at the other servants, his face became determined in its choice.
"Which of you would join me and my brother in our nightly vigil, forever? For some of your, it will grant you back your voices and senses. Those who would, stand before me now. Those who would not, stay behind the throne."
Sparing a glance toward the shocked Elestry, he smiled softly,
"They deserve the choice. I will not use them without reward. Will you command Damien here? We need another witness to our nwest rank in the clan. These shall be the Faceless, the Shadows."
Drake still wondering what had happend woke up in his coffin now it was night again. Waking up he yawned and stood up going to the table were his two handguns were and picked them up and holsterd them. He put on his leather black jacket, black hat, gloves, shoes then his black sunglasess. Walking towards the door he picked up his double bladed sword then went outside to the corridor hungry and ready for whatever comes his way.
Raiziel woke up, and with a strike of his hand, the lid of the coffin fell off. He got up and looked back at his coffin. He chuckeled. Somehow, he slept in the same old egyptian coffin for centuries over centuries. Raiziel turned around and began pacing out of his room, he was soon located at the corridor. Trying to find Patrocolus, just to talk with him.
Elestry looked at the aged ancient though he had very little room to call him aged for he was about 40 yera's older he adjusted his head-dress and asked ""So, Should we have the hunt tonight?" He asked his old friend and searched his face for the answer.
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Damien walked by the throne room and saw the ancient's talking "Welcome back Elestry!" he said bowing.
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"Thank you Damien!" the old Vampire had a slight smile that vanished quickly when he saw the corpses on his long sword.
Spade woke, quickly putting her hair in a ponytail, and changing into her black corset and leather pants, with her combat boots and steel sole. She grabbed her pump shot gun and holstered it to her thigh. She walked out into the hallway and called for Vathu.
"Where is that man?" she asked looking around.
Originally posted by Temp3r
[ooc: Hope that was good enough. After reading the 3 huge posts made by midnite, I understand that mine is nothing compared to that masterpiece. bawling lol]
(OOC: Nah, that was lovely...and I wouldn't call mine a masterpiece per se...just a little lengthy is all 😉 Anyways, here's a little sumthing......)
Letting out a loud, lazy yawn, Leo opened hazel green eyes out to the caramel ceiling of her room. She dragged her hands across her waist, tiredly rubbing at her face. She smiled at a lingering scent, a faint intoxicating aroma left on her palms. Popping a finger into her mouth, she came to her senses, cinnamon legs swinging over the side of the bed.
“Hmm…” Leo frowned, pulling off her negligee and heading for the shower. She stepped in under a torrent of hot water, finger still in mouth. The events of the prior night were still playing through her head and she was in hopes the shower would tone down the slow feeling of…guilt starting to build.
Leo, as her namesake, was a Leo and with that sign came a sense of loyalty. She may not have known Vlad well…hell, she barely knew him at all, but she did feel that he shouldn’t have gone down alone. And to the Ancient no less… She had intended to follow to see how he fared, perhaps intervene if necessary but she had been spotted shortly after and sent to the medicinal bay for her ‘self-inflicted’ wounds.
She sighed, honeysuckle soap suds swirling down the drain from her skin. “I hate…” Leo scowled, hanging her washcloth neatly over the glass shower stall. “...feeling bad.” She growled, stomping her feet onto the pale green rug in the bathroom.
Drying off, Leo slipped into a pair of extra short black combat shorts, throwing on a long white shirt afterwards. She didn’t go on duty for another two hours so far now it would serve as casual wear around the mansion. Tying up her soaking wet mane into a sloppy pony, she wandered around from door to door, soon finding her destination for the evening.
A devious smile formed as Leo pulled from her sports bra a lock pick, ‘borrowed’ from Genesis the night before. Fiddling around with the little miracle device, she eventually pushed open the door into a neat room, with the exception of the bed, which was in desperate need of being made.
Stepping inside Vlad’s chambers, Leo trailed her fingers along the bureau, bare feet noiseless on the wooden floor. She stared at a few blades in wonder, raising her brow at the sound of the shower being activated. She pouted slightly. And here I wanted to surprise him…damn. Oh well…
Not bothering with a knock, Leo pushed herself into the bathroom, mirrors already foggy with steam. Smirking, she picked up the solitary towel hanging from its rack, tilting her head at its plainness. “Don’t you wish they added keypads to our rooms…gave us keycards, something?” She scoffed, flinging the towel over her shoulders. “I mean, really, it took me under a minute to pick your lock.”
For a minute, from the shadow on the shower curtain, Leo would’ve sworn she saw him falter in washing his skin. Recovering after a second, he asked in a strained tone. “What are you doing…in here?”
Leo flinched, the same evil tone leaving his mouth. Then again, she couldn’t blame him, she did just sneak into his bathroom. She sighed, getting comfy against the counter. “Er…actually, it’s about last night. I was gonna let it be but I’m not as mean as I thought I was…” She rubbed at her chin thoughtfully, towel clinging to her shoulders. She didn’t plan on letting it go without a fight, just to have a little fun.
Smiling at the idea, she explained herself. “No, it’s more like I…thanks. Thanks for last night…you didn’t have to do that and I appreciate it…well, except the owing you part. It’s a b*tch to be in debt but yeah…you get me, right?”
Stopping again for a few seconds, the shocked Vlad silently chuckled under the noise of the shower head.
“Sure, sure…but you know…you could have waited until I was done bathing to thank me”, he said with a smirk on his face. Tilting his head up towards the shower head he added, “But nonetheless, I do enjoy this company.”
Almost done in the shower, Vlad noticed another voice coming from the bathroom door. Both stunned by the giggle, tried to find out who it was. Leo called out, “Who’s there?” A young servant girl had made her way into Vlad’s room. She had in her hands a basket full of clothes.
“Explain yourself, what are you doing here?” asked Leo. The little girl explained that she was bringing Vlad’s clothes when she noticed the room’s door was already open. She heard two voices inside but couldn’t see anyone near the bed, so she had followed the trail of the voices into the bathroom.
With an apologetically face she added, “I heard your little conversation and started to giggle. I apologize for my interruption.” “As long as it doesn’t happen again, you are forgiven.” said the voice from inside the shower. “And…leave the black underwear on the bed.” he added.
Again, he heard laughter, but this time the two females were laughing together, and it was directed towards him. With a sort of embarrassed and serious voice he commanded for the servant to leave.
Now he had only one nuisance left on his hands. 😛