[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:opsz@8..60&display=swap][Source+Serif+4 A stark contrast left him bothered. It was so noisy here, and so quiet at castle Nox. A slender hooded figure roamed the neon city streets letting the visages of mayflies pass him by. He held no interest in them. Only keeping to the shadows of a young night. His stomach turned. Just how many did he need to sate his hunger? He could never tell just after waking. But when human blood failed, the blood of his kin would suffice. He turned down a dreary empty alley.  The fresh memories of the king's red eyes still in his mind.

"Kill them all… I don't care how, just that they all meet their end. They all must die…"

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The shadows of the legion spread across the floor of the throne room. Lit with blue flames and draped with intense red tapestry from the archways to the rugs. Then one by one the figures made off with their orders, as did he. He wondered how their awakening went. Some buried in the castle catacombs as he was, some simply awakening from whence they were put to sleep. And others waking as if they left a pleasant dream. How many had been awoken? Not the hundred that roamed the castle halls in a more… Turbulent time. Perhaps a dozen of them were left. The rest had met final death. For better or worse he was one of the few left. The shadow lived on in the dark, his years in service to the king perfecting his pure blood. And now, his multicolored eyes  peered out at what he was looking for. 

A nightclub full of the newbloods. He had been told to seek them out in their nests, their dens, their homes and places of rest and end their lineage. But this place was strange. Not like the cobbled roads and lanterned streets he'd grown so used to. These [i concrete] streets of black roads and vehicles were littered with the unwanted and unfortunate. At Least the smell was better than centuries ago. As young humans wearing barely anything slipped inside via the door a chance arose. Now he simply needed to slip his way inside and-[b [+blue "Ey! Dark n' brooding. Yous gotta pass? Else I'll be seeing your ass."] ]…A pass? He needed a pass? In other words, he wasn't allowed in. He wasn't welcome here and the burley bouncer with the name tag Big Benson stood between him and his quarry.

[Center [+blueviolet "A pass…? Wont you just let me in…?"]]

His voice caught off guard by the sheer notion that he wasn't welcomed. His mind swirling with an unnatural jealousy as two attractive women simply giggled past Big Benson paying them no mind as he stood in front of The Shadow's path.

[Center [+blueviolet "M-my name is Waltz Vanderguizt and I implore you. Let me into this kees-up soirée.. that I might carouse with my fellow youths! "]]

Without being invited inside of course he had no possible way to get inside, then he’d starve. Or worse, fail King Nox. He couldn’t afford such things. What a conundrum to find himself in.

There was a time when the night was peaceful, full of suave gentlemen and proper ladies, she remembered it well. The lanterns were always less harsh than these neon city lights of the present. Cobbled stones formed into grey concrete and part of her was glad she had awoken a little earlier than the ancient one. He wanted the youngsters taken out, understandably. 


They were chaotic, clumsy and threatened the laws of the dark gift and that simply wouldn't stand with the old bloods and ancients. 


Her footsteps made no sound, despite the heeled boots she wore as she moved through the streets in the slitted skirt and fitted blouse. It was only right to look the part, if she wanted to blend in of course, but then, that was only if she wanted to blend in. Every scent was overpowering and took some getting used to, the cigarette smoke, the alcohol and the human sweat mixed with whatever made its way onto the pavement after a night of revalry. The humans weren't her concern right then, she had fed already despite looking immaculate and her sharp blue eyes surveyed the area around her. A club, the throb of the music clued away at the very pulse of the city. 


She could smell the young bloods in all their frenzy. 


Loretta moved forwards, eyeing over the bouncer who was crass and blunt. Another scent took her fancy for a moment and she raised a shaped eyebrow. That wasn't new blood, no, that was older. She observed for some time, in the relative peace of the shadows, seeking a way in. Of course, there were ways to get in but the front door was oh so convenient and she didn't feel like exerting herself. The homeless man earlier had been a rather nice meal, despite his slightly acidic taste, now and then she could taste him on her lips but she had made sure it was clean and quick, on both sides. 


Something caught her attention, a pattern. It seemed men were turned away but pretty girls were welcomed and she smirked some. A way in, all it took was some careful watching. Loretta strode forwards with the confidence of a fox in a chicken pen and flashed an alluring smile to the man guarding the door. He wasn't vampire, just a man who didn't know what he was securing inside. 


[+red "Is there a fee?"] 


Direct eye contact, no prowess needed, Loretta knew this man had likely never seen a woman like her in his life and probably wouldn't again. He was broad, a decent meal but she controlled herself, at least for now. 


[+red "Come now, I rather enjoy a good knees up."] 


A pale leg extended from the slit in the skirt as if to emphasise her point and she watched as his eyes trailed up the form of a slender leg and she smirked, so predictable as he fumbled his words.


[+red "He's with me, at least until someone bigger..."] At this time she moved forward, lips dangerously close to his ear as she listened to the strum of his pulse [+red "And better, takes my attention."] 


Her words were practically purred out and she watched as he fumbled to open the door, excited for even a slither of a chance. The redhead grinned at him and moved forwards, stepping into the establishment with a flourish of black lace skirt.

Sudden breath. Through the murk of the water formed a vessel of dark purpose, trails of ancient blood restoring what had been formless for uncounted centuries. She found herself breathing into unlife again, the scent of blood filled her nostrils. A soundless cackle escaped her twisted face as she became more and more complete until finally she lay upon the bed of the lake she entered her slumber within. What was the cause of her awakening? She heard the call of the Shadowed Regent, but it was faint, and she found it troublesome to move. Then, through the murk of the lake she saw the primary cause for her disturbed rest.

A body, beaten and bloodied drifted down towards her, the sweet scent of it's blood making it's way into her flawless nostrils, her pure form instantly jerking upright and gliding effortlessly towards the wayward corpse. The blood was surprisingly fresh. With the sinking of teeth the drawing of blood had begun and it flew as if possessed down her waiting gullet. The water made way for the source of life to her, each profane gulp giving her more power. With deep pleasure she shuddered as pure, unadulterated power shook down each of her limbs. In what seemed like an instant she ceased her drinking, coming to the blindsiding realization that this woman might live. It would be foolish to drain the only source of food she knew about. She took the body in her freshly rejuvenated embraced and gazed at the top of the lake, seeing the source of this gift. A boat floated atop the water.

With the kind of grace gifted only to the lifeless she swam to the top breaching the water a safe ways away with her gift in tow. Looking out, a single man rode on the decidedly archaic craft. Nicu took a glance around, a city sprawled in the distance, where once lay an idyllic forest. She approached the craft, her movements as silent as the moonlight. With a mighty heave she threw the body aboard. With her own form shortly behind. Another gift of blood on the night of her awakening.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Multumesc pentru băutură."]] The man went white, completely shocked by the reappearance of his dropped cargo. She waited patiently for him to speak, but when it did it was nearly nonsense, but it told her what she needed to know.

[b "What are you bitch!?"] English? She had truly been asleep for longer than she'd liked. She'd hazard a guess that there wasn't a native speaker of Romanian for leagues perhaps. She knew a fair bit of English and unfortunately she couldn't feed on this one. Right now she needed him for something else. His blood would be her inspiration.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Nothing for you to worry that pretty little head about."]] In an instant she struck, taking the man by the neck, her nails growing into sharpened claws that dug into his throat and drew his blood. She absorbed what she didn't need for her ancient magics, and  with practiced precision she spilled his blood in a pattern upon the seat of the boat. The runes didn't need to be exact, just close enough to take his memories and use them herself. She needed to know the world before she could follow her Lord's directive. As the runes took shape in blood beneath the man she began to mutter in an alien, harsh language. In a rush, the memories of this man and the people he served ran through her mind. His language, his experiences flooded her mind and gave her a picture of the world she was in now.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Fascinating."]] She knew what she needed to. The time of personal estates, of foreign lords, had passed. She found herself now in England. This place was still an escape for the elite, but it took another form now. With a grin she dropped the man sparing his life, but ravaging his memory of their encounter. Due to her ritual he would remember nothing of this, Nicu sealing his neck up as she dropped him. Like a shadow she vanished from the boat, taking the woman overboard with her. She knew who was wrapped up now. An unfaithful lover, a quarrel for the ages. To fit into this world she would need the skin revealing clothes she was to be abandoned in. Unwrapping her bundle, she found the woman to be strangely pristine. She knew already that she might live, and an impulse left her at a crossroads. She would need a servant in the nights to come, yet she had already fed upon her. Nicu knew however that the twilight of her life would render the old rituals a little more flexible. She'd made ghouls from the nearly dead many times, this one would be different only in immeasurable minutiae. Nicu snaked her hand into the woman's body and molded the flesh into a functioning state, the first step. Then with a completely calm expression she split the flesh of her wrist. The ancient vampiric vitae spilled from her wrist freely, and Nicu opened the woman's mouth, letting the powerful liquid slide into her stomach, ensuring this woman's fate as a servant. She coughed and gained a half lidded consciousness, the shadows of the trees would ensure her anonymity for now. She could feel her bond to the new ghoul and watched carefully as no fangs formed.

[#b50540 [font "Montserrat" "Good evening, from this hour forward you will live by a new name. You shall be my Misty Night, and you will find me, in time."]] The woman sputtered and coughed into her new life, but by the time she looked back around, Nicu was gone. She had found a dark corner to remodel herself. So familiar was she with her own form that she didn't even need a looking glass to change her form. Dragging her hands down her face she made herself shapely and attractive, as she had seen the women of modern nights through the eyes of one who'd like to have them. With her transformation complete and her servant created, she would have to wear her old dress. She could pass as a 'Goth' for the time being.

Looking out at the horizon, it would take some time for her to make it to the city. At least her shoes were comfortable.

[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:opsz@8..60&display=swap][Source+Serif+4 They were always likened to a family of stray Cats he thought, All of his Leigon brethren. It had been so long since he’d seen another of his kind that for a moment he simply stood as a cat himself. Claws and fangs unsheathed beneath his shadowed cowl of the night. Her scent taking his attention more than anything else. When she approached from behind he could immediately feel her presence through that very familiar scent. His home, his hallowed ground the place where his Burial earth lie; came to him in waves of Orange colored Nostalgia. Her hair flowing locks that fell on slender shoulders. Her posture that of a woman of confidence. Castle Nox… The velvet throne and her glowing blue eyes wandering the endless dark in the room along with all the others. He found himself overwhelmed at first. The presence of a female Vampire of her History demanding the respect and attention of whoever she deemed fit. Where he chose to hide his Aura from most, She wore it on her chest. As alluring and smooth as the lace that followed behind her. And soon enough too he found himself accepting his invitation into the beating heart of this place.

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If he internally complained about noise before he underestimated just how loud music could be. Every pulse of the speakers pumped and vibrated through his body as the scent of fresh blood and iron violated and tantalized his senses further. Bodies in here were packed like a school of fish all dancing and waving glowsticks about. The newbloods were here. But who? And where? How exactly did he plan on stalking his quarry? Led by the wrist by the fire haired Leigoness he was pulled into another world momentarily. One of Dance, Lust and sin.

 There were many humans here but… No.. He could sense it immediately in their eyes. In their smell. Newbloods. Deeper within. Humans crowded the front, each one of them caught in the allure of the vampire trance that soaked this place like a potent drug in the air. As they strode forward he spotted what seemed to be a group of them, passing a young man around, drinking from him, taking turns between the four of them. Covered in his own blood from the neck down they pushed and pulled him. Like a group of Orca playing with their prey he was none the wiser under their alluring spell. They all were. These humans.

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Asleep, as if in a trance. Not a one of them realizing the danger they were in, only enjoying the melody of thumping music and sweaty bodies in heat. It was too early to simply strike at first glance. The poor toy of a man was far too gone to save even if he wanted to. And this place reeked of blood. More than just his. There were others with holes in their necks from having been bitten. The veil of Vampirism pulled over their heads just as well. So, How many Newbloods did that make? Ten? Maybe Twenty? He had to lay low and hunt quietly first. Finding a nice side path with less commotion to actually get a word in edgewise while muffled music and deafened voices continued on behind him.

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 [+blueviolet "Doamnă…"] He called to her speaking out in a Calm, cool tone, his voice almost startling him in many ways as he felt they were met with the cold articulation of one of his Kind. Before he could afford not knowing them. But with so few left… He knew he wouldn’t get another chance at this any time soon. Finding a booth off to the side of the main dance floor he stared at the sights and sounds around him. The scent of fresh blood would cover them here, None of the newbloods would be any the wiser to their eldritch presence. His eyes followed a Waitress of unknown origin, but judging by how she hadn’t noticed the shadows swiping the wine from her tray in an instant he felt as if he was safe to talk here.

[Center [+blueviolet "You strode in as if you have a plan. If you do, I would very much like to hear it…"]]

Ah, so this was what the new bloods listened to. It was awful, it reverberated within her uncomfortably and it was quite frankly just noise to her. How she remembered entertaining masses with her own music, piano music and she flexed her fingers, long fingers as if crafted for the creative flare. Even through the haze of thudding music, she could hear the one at her side clearly, honing in on him. She didn't look, keeping her blue eyes fixed ahead. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had met him before, images of the castle coming into her mind, had they met all that time ago? How rude of her to forget. Then again, he was buried under a literal shroud so it wasn't like she could pick him out of a crowd. His scent was familiar if anything. 

A plan, was it? Loretta hadn't gotten that far but she supposed cutting off the snake's head seemed the best place to start and she ran her tongue over her sharp canines, the lingering sweetness of the meal earlier was drying up. 

[+red "Nip this in the bud, use your eyes."] She remarked to him casually and smirked in his direction. 

[+red "Find a ringleader, getting in here was just observation, these places like women. Use your strengths."] 

She enticed him with a smile, she hated how the lights messed with her eyes, bouncing off of her skin but the makeup she wore concealed her porcelain skin. Lorette glanced to him, looking him up and down quite deliberately. 

[+red "Loretta, you can call me Lottie. Just act like you belong."] 

Lorette said and firmly believed as long as you acted like you belong, then you simply would. Their scent would be enough to trigger off a few warnings no doubt but the rancid smell of everything else in here was enough to mask them, at least for a little while. Silken legs found a spot to stop, leaning absently on the nearby bar top, watching the front of the club where women danced. 

Loretta tipped her chin in that direction subtly. They weren't women, they were vampires. She could tell, the makeup wasn't concealing anything and only vampires could move like that. 

[+red "I'll bet all my jewels whoever hired those girls is the one in charge of this place. Watch for someone surrounded by beautiful women, human or otherwise."] 

She murmured and grinned at him, rather enjoying the game of hide and seek right then. Her talents lay in charm, years had taught her to be ruthless but she knew full well to be cautious, not every fight needed to be fought. 

Just like sheet music, information was key and knowing what notes to play was the truest form of success, they needed to play the key notes here, otherwise it would be their folly.

A stroll through the countryside by moonlight rarely carried much excitement, but Nicu's blood was boiling. Awakened after so much time she was as giddy as a schoolgirl, easily one of the most exciting things to happen for the past millennium. Though, she hadn't been awake for very long, she knew what she needed to about this wondrous new world she'd been introduced to. Technological advancements abound in the world that pathetic man spawn had come from, and each passing day introduced more. She couldn't wait to dig her hands into some of these things. Something was amiss however.

For some reason she could hear the Shadow Regent's command. Cull the thin bloods. Those words all made sense alone, but her mind couldn't accept their intent. Thin bloods had long been the source of experimentation among the blood alchemists. Were there none left? She still didn't know enough, so for the moment it would be instruction enough. She knew there was little to this culling for one such as her who would meld with the earth in times of danger, but if Jester had been keeping watching this whole time, perhaps there were too many. That had to be it, so many thoughts raged as a wild torrent through her mind. She was finally entering the thick of the city as her mind cleared these thoughts and she could smell it hanging thick in the air.

The blood of the ungrateful. Those who hunted not for sustenance, but because of [b [#94150c thirst]]. The fact that she smelled it not on the streets wasn't what tipped her off to this fact, but the raw smell of it. Someone hadn't been fed on, they'd been cut open, left open to feed. There were several of these poor wretches.

Several thin bloods.

Several of the damned.

The new moon hung lightlessly above her hunting ground, and she felt the wrong shiver of bloodlust shake across her form. She would make of them a fine diablerie. She tracked them by the scent of their prey to the source, a split open something, blood staining the pavement beneath them. There were four or five, their pale blooded eyes aglow in the darkness. Her eyes became decidedly less human as she approached, color peeling from them like a sunburn.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "What damned caravanserai is this?"]] At her words the thin bloods, all dressed in a more modern style looked up to greet their better. The sides of her arms were forming into sharp, bone crafted blades, splitting the sleeves of her classical dress as her body became more monstrous with each step.

[b "Who's this bitch?"] Nicu chuckled at his response.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Is this how you all speak now? How vulgar."]] With a swing of her arm, a razor thin blade of bone shot forth, striking the insolent new blood in the throat, his speech hindered for the incredibly short remainder of his unlife.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "You are all abominable half mortals, and I am your guide to final death."]] Nicu rolled her shoulders as the half bloods stirred, the one who had spoken ripped the bone from his throat and cried for his compatriots to attack. The first rushed her, hoping his strength would be enough. With a move she'd learned from her first human contact, she stepped to the side and a bony blade protruded from her bicep, which she slammed into the neck of her would be attacker, decapitating him in one quick motion. The Nicu in an artful pirouette caught his head and smiled derisively.

She cackled in near ecstasy. The exercise made her feel like a new blooded spawn again. With another crazed giggle she used the vampires own vitae to set his head aflame before throwing the alchemical time bomb at the rest of this pathetic pack.

[b "What the hell are you?!"] The rest rose to attack, thinking their compatriots final death to be a fluke perhaps. Nicu saw no reason to answer.

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[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:opsz@8..60&display=swap][Source+Serif+4 After she revealed her intent he found himself searching the nearby crowd for such a man. Though before he knew it he was watching her flaunt her way into the crowd with confidence in every heel clicking stride. His form morphed beneath his shaded Cloak. But as the shade stood to follow her he found himself sluggish. The flickering lights here… They bent the shadows making his abilities all the more difficult to use. His blackened hand reached out to grasp her shoulder only to stop inches above it. As if to remember how it felt to touch another of his kind. He realized it wasn't something he was ready for, especially given that he was so hungry… Stopping, the Vampire watched her head turn to shoot a cold look at him.

 [+blueviolet "But Doamnă… Zis place is enemy territory… Splitting iz a bad idea. There's easily 50 thin bloods here amongst the crowd.."] 

His questions and warnings went unheard as a man from across the dance floor caught her attention. She'd found her quarry and before long the crowd separated the two of them. Getting pulled around with the dancing he was forced into the center. Newbloods lurked here everywhere around him but through the pungent scent of blood they couldn't tell his intent or origin. No, to them he was just another clubbing vampire,  a wounded girl was tossed his way, stumbling. She hit him, skin nearly as pale and ethereal as her dress. He pressed the girl to him and looked at bite wound on her neck. Standing with the girl in his arms he examined her face for a moment. It was a smooth face, particularly for one so young, with blonde hair that fell over her eyes. Her black dress had a plunging neckline. He stopped her from crashing to the crimson speckled floor and gazed into her eyes. Dulled and without luster he could tell she was under a trance as most if not all of the humans here were. So many people couldn't be afflicted with the same pacifying thoughts unless they were under the same spell. Meaning that whoever was behind this place had been strong. Possibly just as strong as any of the legion.

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A distorted voice came into his mind, a slight shock to him at first but he was familiar with this manifestation. On the ceiling above him he spotted it, a shade, a living echo of his shadows. Speaking to him in his mind as he clutched the dazed girl. Blood streaming from the bite wound on her neck, golden locks gave way to her dazed composure

[Center [I "EaT hEr. Sate YouR appEtiTe! GatHer yoUr strengTH! FEED!"]]

As a snake in his ear his shadow spoke to him from within. A voice that was not his own, he found himself repulsed at the idea of the serpentine appendage that had grown from beneath his cloak. His multi hued eyes looked down in disgust at the supple black head near his shoulder.

[Center [+blueviolet "Ah you alvays manage to show your ugly heads when im least expecting it. Zis one.. i feel she could be of use.. Do not vorry.  We will have our fill before the nights end. "]]

The shadowed creature on the ceiling melded into darkness, likely to return if needed. It was his uncertainty that manifested these beasts of darkness he knew it. Ling gone his confidence of a proper leigon. Finding himself splintered, fragmented in both body and mind. His humanoid form morphing beneath his Cloak he was unsure if his body even looked human at the moment sometimes feeling his arms and legs as if he were a spider or giant bat. He felt as if ever since waking up, part of him was still in his coffin. Sleeping that ever so sweet slumber he longed for. He left the girl dazed and alone at an empty booth leaving her under his own little sleeping trance before doing so.

Then he spotted him. The one she spoke of, surrounded by women and sitting as one danced for him in the far back of the club. A toothy grin on his face revealed his fingers as he spoke. Bald, rotund, fat and happy with a pair of… what were those on his face? Darkened reading glasses? But why at night? It made no difference,  now he just needed to find Lottie.

[Center [I "KILL him, MaKe him sUffeR! In ThE namE of ouR kiNg!]]

It whispered to him again. A nuisance that he always half agreed with. But not him,  never him. These shadows were echoes of the many dead souls he'd drank in his time, conglomerating into shadowed beasts that spoke to him out of turn. He ignored their hungry maws and started shifting through the dance floor once again. Where'd she go…?

The accent was familiar to her, it was a resounding relic from the past and Loretta grinned at the frightened little crow. 

[+red "Act like you belong."] 

She dodged out of the way of the poor tranced girl, more so because she didn't want this outfit ruined and she wouldn't drink tainted blood like that, who knew who's filthy lips had been on her neck? She had been sensible enough to eat before coming here and she plucked absently at a bracelet on her wrist, too blue eyes finding her quarry. Target acquired and Lottie smirked a little as she sidled over, more sway to her hips and confidence in her stride. 

This could be an all out fight, or it could be amicably done if he just came quietly. A perfectly painted nail rested on a set of ruby lips as she settled down on the chair beside him. The smell of blood in the air disguised her and she eyed the man over, he was new for sure but he held himself with the same confidence to match Loretta's, brave thin that he was. 

[b "You're a pretty thing."] 

His voice was low, gravelly almost and Loretta could see why someone had turned him, he was beautiful with fine features and a cool expression. Perhaps in his mortal days he had been a model of some sort, but he gave off an air of intelligence so perhaps a professional at something. He kept his mind guarded and she narrowed her eyes, unable to read him. How concerning. 

Loretta set her gaze to the crowd and saw her earlier companion, casting him a wink. This was about to go south quickly no doubt and she scouted around. A few men lingered close, guards no doubt but the others, they were human. He liked to keep pets and she supposed that suited his demeanour quite well. 

[b "What is it you seek? Riches?"] With that, he flicked one of her bracelets but got no response and he grinned, a flash of his fangs and Loretta chuckled some. 
[b "Pleasure, then?"] A cold hand came to rest on her exposed thigh and Loretta supposed that one was right because nothing would give her more pleasure than watching his demise and to take the filth from the streets. Her hand closed over his and she leaned in close to his ear. 

[+red "The King sends his regards."] 

In one fell swoop, her free hand found her other thigh and exposed a knife strapped to a thin black piece of leather as she jutted it through his chest and drove it upwards. 

Panic spread and with it came fury as Loretta found her feet once more and tasted some of the blood that had glided down the blade onto her fingers. Some ran, some swarmed to attack and Lottie was not a fool, she knew they were outnumbered and her strike may well have not killed him. He was one of many big fish after all, there was always more. 

[+red "Time to go."] 

Her voice was flat, suddenly unfeeling without any warmth in it but the self-sure attitude she had was still there. They had not made it this far with their ancient blood to be felled at some cesspit. There was too much panic and Loretta kept the blade in her grasp, most were panicking and leaving and Loretta supposed they had no idea how many Ancients were actually among them.

In the aftermath of the slaughter Nicu could scarcely bring herself to drink of these thinbloods. Yet drink she did, for she needed whatever strength she could bring to bear in these nights of the far future. So drink she did, a chant escaping a second mouth that she had constructed on her neck while she drank with what most would be considered her 'normal' mouth. It contained her flesh piercing fangs, those sacred implements necessary for her sustenance. From the vitae of the fallen she learned much, but mostly that these wretches had been created with neither care nor intent.

She coughed and sputtered, banishing her second mouth. She'd tasted enough of this bitter reverie. Whoever sired these poor, damned few wasn't nearby or worth trying to hunt down at this hour. The trip from the lake had taken much of her valuable first night, and with a bitter grunt she searched the bodies for more time appropriate attire, collecting what she needed from these former mortals. The clothing was covered in the stains of battle, but she could cleanse them of their stench later, setting them to one side she began the arduous process of ensuring final death for all of them, using leftover vitae from their fight to draw upon the ground the symbols of the damned alchemy. An unholy heat rose with each profane symbol she inscribed until all at once her ritual culminated in the corpses, and anything upon them, combusted into specks of ash, quickly blown away by a rogue wind.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Not a bit of relevant information between them. Animals."]] Their belongings had been appropriated of course, wallets, what little money they carried, and identification. While their identification told her little, one of the women looked like her with just a few differences. She'd found her lodging for the night. Her home address was listed, and while she did not know if it was close, she saw no need to rush. She ran her hands down the sides of her face, her eyes becoming more like the woman she was going to be. Angela Mars. Her new moniker for a time. She had been employed as some sort of information transfer agent before her turning, something Nicu was glad she needn't heed. She continued her hands down her neck, trailing her sides until she met her hips. She was significantly shorter than she was used to, but this form would be fine. Angela's wallet contained a surprising amount of information about her, added with what her vitae told Nicu, she would easily assume this identity and come up with what she was doing for income after a day's rest.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Well Angela, let's see what you were."]]

[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:opsz@8..60&display=swap][Source+Serif+4 Act like he belonged? Exactly how would he do that? Join the mass of moving bodies like a school of fish? Go around drinking the dazed humans at his own leisure? His eyes caught a white haired woman slinking off with one of the entranced. Taking one final glance at the human woman that had crashed into him before, he vanished into the crowd. Her glassy eyes following as he did. 

He felt as if he were being guided to the white haired woman. Her hair short and cut in a fashionable style that flowed with her dress, as much confidence in her steps as Loretta, only. She tugged an Entranced by the wrist as she went along giggling into the backrooms of the club. Sinking into the darkness Waltz’s visage became a trick of the light. He moved in the cast shadow, gaining distance becoming ever closer to his quarry until he'd replaced her very own shadow. Now they were isolated. As she began to play with her food he rose from the ground behind her. Leaning closer his face got closer to the nape of her neck, his icy breath sending shivers up her spine.

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 [+blueviolet "Be still… I have use for you."]

His vampiric aura heavily laced in the poisonous words that hung in the air. She shuddered her pale skin growing goosebumps as she turned to him, a fearful look on her face. His eyes met hers and her look soon turned to stark fear. Interesting to see just how effective his persuasion worked on lesser vampires. She froze, and in turn he sunk his teeth into her neck.

Memories of her life and unlife flowed into his mind he bit harder, her warm blood sating him more with every passing moment, the outside world growing into a haze of dulled lights and sounds. He focused on tuning the memory of her blood. Where she came from… The face of the man who turned her.  And where he held his hive. The north ward, near the docks that kissed the sea, they lived just beneath the city… It was where they operated from. His drinking continued as she grasped him tightly. Her nails digging into his back he became lost in her all at once. 

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He drained her dry, his hunger for his own kin taking the better of his judgment. The shadows always lusted for vampiric blood but never so intensely as its been since waking. Lost in the rhythm of the night, by the time he came to his senses she'd been drank dry. Her dazed plaything seemed to have been affected by the gaze as well. Silently frozen as if he'd seen a ghost. Then too did he see the ghost vanish before his eyes. 

Blood on her clawed fingers shined as she approached him. The look on her face was devilish as if she'd set fire to a house soaked with kerosene. All at once he began to hear the chatter of panic around them. Then, screaming followed. It was clear to him only one thing could gave happened. Loretta had found the one who projected the lull. As people rushed out in a panic the two of them were caught up in the steam of bodies. Through the rush he caught a glance of vampire in question. Pulling the knife by the handle from the back of his skull he shouted out.

 [+cobalt [b "Find her! Bring her to me!"] 

If they were going to escape into the streets, this was there only chance.

Panic, how fragrant it was in the air and of course it spread like wildfire and she grinned to herself at the mere sight of it. She was cool as a cucumber, wading through it all and nimbly darting and ducking out of the way so she wouldn't trip, she looked far too good to end up on the floor of this filthy establishment. The first shot had been fired over the bow and these young bloods knew their days were marked. The male vampire she had assaulted earlier screeched behind her, writhing in pain and it had not been a killing blow, she knew that much. No, his heart would have to be destroyed for that to work and she lazily looked over her shoulder, red hair following her fluid motions as she did so. A shame, he was ever so pretty. 


[b "We will hunt you down, we are the new and the old must be cast out."] 


His words rasped and Loretta watched him, eyes shimmering with the idea of a hunt. How coy this one was, it was exciting and she desperately wanted him to make a move. Cast the old out? The old had made them, the old had survived the Salem trials and the pitchforks with their farmers attached. This was nothing more than a new game and she flashed her fangs at him, almost flirtatiously before the crowds drowned him out. 


Loretta moved towards the entrance, deftly stepping on some poor soul who had been trampled and she tutted. 


[+red "These are Versace, you know?"] She said as she took her time, finding a hanker chief and wiping the heel clean. The entrance was within sight and she stepped out onto the street, people were flooding to the shadows and she stood under a lamplight, no one cared enough to take notice in their panic and sirens were beginning to wail in the distance, it was interesting how much chaos only two people could cause and she gazed at the entrance. A price was laid on her head now, there as little she could do about it but when hadn't their been a price set atop any of her kind. She enjoyed it, it thrilled her almost to know she was do desperately craved. 


Crystalline blue eyes scanned the crowd for her merry little companion, he was a quiet one, far different from the males she knew that continually tried to show off and puff out their chests, one would think immortality would show them how pointless it was in such regards. Apparently not. 


A hand snatched her wrist and threatened to pull her to the shadows of the alleyway and Loretta turned her gaze to see a seething face, a new blood. How quaint and he had a little band of companions, all for her. 


[b "You'll pay for this."] 


Loretta wasn't stupid, nor would she risk chipping a perfect nail over something so dull. Black lined eyes with full lashes conveyed her smart mind ticking over and she smirked. 


[b "What seems to be the problem here?"] 


A man in uniform appeared, a radio buzzing on his shoulder and yellow print indicating his affiliation with the local police. 


[+red "These men, officer, you should hear how they spoke to me. Such vile things to say to a lady petrified out of her wits."]


Loretta caught the mans eye and it didn't take much, not with how she looked and how she was dressed, no he just needed a little nudge and he was all hers. 


His gun fired, the new bloods shrieking and crumbling, a vampire was not immune to pain and they were so horribly young. Loretta snatched her wrist back, checking for any dents in her polish before smiling to the man and fluttering her eyelashes and then she was gone, letting him deal with the fallout as she waited by the door of the club.

Navigating hadn't changed in all the time she'd been asleep. With little trouble 'Angela' had found where 'she' lived. With a macabre grin she turned the knob to her new flat. She had been unmolested by the neighbors, a blessing among the damned. She made her way inside and found more than she'd expected to see. There were occult symbols, an acolytes shrine and a ward upon the door. Owing to her diablerie, she was more Angela than anyone in this world, no invitation necessary. This was her lair now. It was rudimentary, but it seemed Angela had some idea of what she was doing. The fact that vampire knowledge was found in such a small place amid the living was shocking, but it could be put to good use now. She had a ghoul on her way, and perhaps she would make a good initiate, in time.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Well, well. What a nice surprise. Almost an initiate's laboratory." ]] Vials of thin vitae, bones for casting, minor symbols of daemonology. Those were useless to her. There were other strains who would truck with demons. She would need to rewrite these into symbols of the elements. The seven that mattered anyways. She would also need to draw up the alchemical diagram. Several even, as there were wards that needed to be drawn up to protect this new, if disappointing lair.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Well, it's home for now."]] It had a window. She would need to cover that. From outside the window she could see the flashing of what was called the 'emergency services'. She strut across the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind herself. She peered past the blinds, catching view of their vehicles blasting past to a location a few 'blocks' away. Pulling the blinds up she opened the window, taking a deep whiff of the air outside. She continued with several smaller smells, and one thing was certain. There was blood on the wind, much more than the minor cabal she'd routed earlier. With an artful turn she snatched one of the thin vials of vitae from the one of the shelves. Popping the cork she smelled it for contents. Seemed to be... thin blood vitae, likely Angela's, and pig fat? This was surprisingly competent. A low level spell component.

Nicu smiled. With a mutter and a cackle she released the scent of blood over the windowsill, the vial burning like incense to the damned. This would be an unknown scent to the thin blooded, invisible almost. But to the initiated it was a beacon. A sign of safe haven. If the shadow regent had raised her, then there were others before her. They would need somewhere to be, and she, as a noble host, would keep them this day. Days to follow would need some reorganizing however.

[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:opsz@8..60&display=swap][Source+Serif+4 They poured out into the night. A crowd of civilians hiding their figure. Screaming bloody murder and terror at the blood sucking creatures that followed out into the night streets. 

Here he could feel the night, the heartbeats of passers by and the wretched noise of those metal chariots that went screeching and rattling around every corner. The vampire winced with a twitching eye as one of the chariots slowed to a halt. Some contraption inside causing it to squeal as it did. With a deep breath he stopped in his tracks. Turning to reach out and embed his claws into an oncoming youngling. With a twist and a pull his assailant met final death. His eyes narrowed as his own bloodied hand. They had no ability to regenerate, no shifting of pure vampiric essence to speak of. No death defying traits aside from their endless lifespan, super human strength and speed. Something about this felt almost… wrong. They knew not of their Sin. Simply having to die for being reborn. Most of them turned by some neurotic root of ignorance. 

More came at them amongst the screaming masses knocking him out of his almost trancelike state as he was tackled to the ground by a man three times his size who began to hold The shadow against the pavement. Now the odds were against them, out in the streets it was 30 to 2 as most of them raised firearms, Aiming at himself, and at Loretta as well… Poised to fire on command. He could see her standing beneath the light not far off from himself. Well at least he thought he had, until he lost sight of her amongst the screaming crowd. The Vampire turned his attention towards the enormous vampire on top of him. His claws reaching up to dig into the tendons of the younglings wrist. Then, His shaded visage melted into the shadow itself. Pulling the brute down with him. Pulling him into the Shadow’s shadow...

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 [+blueviolet "Your more slippery zhan i’ve heard doamnă. Vhe vould make a great pair. Don't you think? "]

Silently his visage came up from the ground. Pitch black in it’s form at first, but then slowly features revealed themselves. The vampire arose from Loretta’s Shadow itself. Not hard to do in the darkened streets where the shade was cast for miles. But an apt shadowdance nevertheless he knew the moves enough to repeat them now. A millennia since he’d first come to know them. One connected to another, and all; Paths for the Shadowmancer to take.

 [+blueviolet "Vhe’ve done enough scouting for one night have vhe not? A street full of humans unknowing of our existence isn't zhe ideal place to have a showdown. Lest we not bring unneeded attention to our beloved forest when the humans come looking."]

He looked her up and down as his form came to a steady halt. 5 foot 11 and just barely above the head of the heeled demon in front of him. A scent caught his attention. A familiar ritual that brought him back to the cobbled streets of london during spring… There was another legion Nearby. 

[+blueviolet “I believe Zhat is our que to move on. Shall we?”]

Loretta seemed unmoved by the panic swirling around her, like some Greek statuette, she watched the goings on and turned her gaze to her companion. Such things were rare in the realm of forever, companions never did last long and she supposed that it was some small mercy she had found another. It was impossible to tell just how many of their kind were left, and it made little difference to her in such times. They were born into the eternal night, never to watch sun rise again and Loretta had long since forgotten what it looked like. She had been a quaint twenty year old when the gift had been bestowed upon her, selected for nothing more than her look of beauty and good graces. It had been greed that had led to her demise, taken without her consent and thrust into the darkness. 

[+red "Quite."] Was all she let escape her painted lips at his words, this was not the place to exact any sort of punishment upon the lowlier forms. 

Her nostrils flared and she tipped her head up, as though she were drinking the finest glass of wine to dance on her taste buds. That was no ordinary scent and Loretta lowered her head after a moment, that was a summoning. 

[+red "It seems we are in for a treat."] She remarked to Waltz and grinned a little, elongated canines flashing for a moment. They ought to proceed with caution, they had no idea what they were waltzing into, pun intended. 

[+red "Stay close, rabbit, not all of us feel the same."] The legion would be hungry and ready for blood, she had seen diplomatic measures descend into complete chaos before and all it took was a flame to the match. They were predators, after all, no different from a leopard or eagle in their ways and despite their humanity, she had come to understand so many of them had differing levels of humanity left within them. For some, it had dwindled to nothing and for others they had held onto it as though it would breathe a heartbeat back to their chests. 

Loretta moved down an alley way and for a moment, a blink of an eye, she seemed to contort and in her place was a small amber coated fox. It did not move from the path as it trotted onwards, ears perked and ready for any sound as it followed the scent. It took a while, following the scent, away from busy streets and rambling humans. 

The scent grew intoxicating almost and Loretta stood as her true form once more outside a building, the scent drifting from a window above and the window was blotted out, obscured. A safe-haven, was it? And who had set up a safe-haven in such a place?

Loretta pushed open the door and stepped inside, she would need better clothing at some point for travelling but the dress she wore right then, made a statement so she was unperturbed. 

[+red "Lovely set up you have here, a safe haven for the Legion. I should like to know who to thank."]

In the short time since she'd let out her little 'flare', Angela had made herself back into her home, stripped down to her smallclothes she reached back into her soul. She was looking for the essence of the woman she was impersonating. She'd have to take on her mannerisms, her likes, dislikes and loves. In short order she found that Angela was into some new strange type of music, a kind of reverberating trancelike music of low notes on some kind of 'electronic' equipment. Nicu grabbed her head. There was a music player in the room, and with an unwelcomed muscle's memory she pressed one of the buttons. A moment of silence, followed by the low rumbling of the speakers. It was ambient, unintrusive. This was perfect.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Minunat." ]] She could feel the rhythm work it's way through her ears and down her spine, her shoulders shaking as she got down to business. Rummaging through her new possessions she found some fresh clothing, unsullied by the night's encounters. Something Angela definitely thought was hip. It was dark, skimpy, and absolutely adorable to Nicu. Slipping quickly into it, the next several minutes were a blur of reorganization, vitae being moved into order of potency and spell components organized into order of magnitude. Daemonic artifacts were tossed into a haphazard pile for rewriting. It wasn't so different from elemental communion after all. With a little giggle she bit open her hand, her own vitae would serve as the basis for the new wards. With glee she drew elemental symbology upon each wall.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Upon the north wall water... Upon the west Metal..."]] Nicu trailed off as she drew each emblem in it's respective position. It was as she drew the emblem of wood upon the door did it open. She would have been surprised, had she not been expecting Legion visitors.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Ah, welcome to my humble abode. I have nothing to offer, so I expect no gifts in return. Make yourselves welcome Legionaries."]] With a short bow she bid them enter. Normally she would offer a gift upon the receipt of an honored visitor, but she had nothing to give, having only just fed herself.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Ah, but I am Angela in the new nights. Once upon a time I was Fleshmistress Superior, and by your gait you are a muse."]] Her eyes shot up from her bow, the pooling black in her sockets gazed through the muse and towards her companion. [#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "And... one of the formless."]] A hint of disgust was just narrowly disguised by her courteosness as a host. She stood and returned to finally draw the symbol of earth in the center of the room, finishing with the symbol of fire to the south.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "I suggest neither of you touch the demonic artifacts, I haven't inspected them closely to see if they've been discharged. Should you require Vitae or spell components I have gathered them upon the boudoir. Help yourself to what strength you need, but drink not of the thinblood Vitae or the blue blood Vitae. Those I must examine."]] With a cackle she muffled with her palm she continued. [#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "They will provide clues to what the political climate is like these nights."]] She sat down in a recliner across the room from the door, urging the two to come in, and to shut the door behind themselves.

[i Some] company wasn't expected so quickly.

[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:opsz@8..60&display=swap][Source+Serif+4 The scent led them before a black domicile, as if covered in a thickened layer of ash almost he felt the brick wall beside the entrance. He looked closely inspecting it before Loretta knocked politely. Soot smeared the walls here were fresh, recent and nearly invisible aside from the keen eye. As an innocent voice called out giving them permission to enter he watched vivid shadows slide away from the entrance giving them room to proceed. Waltz could feel death in the air. As if entering the lair of some black abyss presence. He'd never met this legionnaire. Though seldom did they ever meet before now. Operating by themselves in the past led to only scarcely meeting his brethren, though things were different now. Firearms and bent lightning replaced pitchforks and torches. Surrounded by an ignorant enemy and even worse. An unknown power in the city sitting atop it all as if they themselves were ignorant of the wasps nest that was the Night Legion. The entire thing was a bit daunting. Leauges of the shallow spawn littered the streets, terrorizing humans and destroying the biggest advantage the Undead had against them. How long would they be able to carry this on. Eventually stories lead to those willing to investigate them. And should the whole of the human race take the legends seriously again

 Upon entering he kept to the windows of her abode. There was no way of telling if they'd been followed. The scent of the ritual too strong here to remain completely lucid, his weakness for such calming things a vice among many. Thus he remained a bit spaced out. His consciousness partially feeling out amongst the shadows around the building. Searching for movement. A couple next door, children below in their beds, A lone man sweeping the halls just beyond the corridor. He felt not entirely himself. Maybe he drank too much thinblood. Maybe he hadn't drank enough… regardless. The shroud covering the vampires face dropped as he peered at the woman in black in front of them.

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[+blueviolet "Vhat a vonderful abode Doamna Angela. Zhis is Loretta,  I am Waltz."]

Over a haphazard mug of tea he recounted the events of the night. The club, the boss vamp who lorded over the club likely still out looking for them, and their daring escape from the booming loudhouse that was their domain.


[+blueviolet "And thus vhe have been led here. Though the night now grows old. I fear traveling back to Castle Noxx is a bit out of our reach with the city such a buzz. I believe our next course of action iz to find some place vhe may rest during the night. Coffins. By chance, have you located a Graveyard? Or are we to go snooping around the Cathedral's Catacombs?"]

No gifts were expected and that was a relief because Loretta didn't have much herself. This other Legionnaire had just fed, she could smell it and frankly, the age only tradition of gifts upon welcoming was tiresome. Loretta returned the woman's bow with a polite smile, it was a relief to see others had made it this far and she was grateful more had made their way to the surface. She looked to Waltz when he did their introductions as she eyed the area. Angela really did have a wonderful set up here and she figured it was a place to lay low for a while, rest and rejuvenate. Waltz mirrored her thoughts with his words but Loretta was curious after their host. 


Tea was served and Loretta listened to the conversing before the idea of sleep was brought forwards. Coffins? How vintage! 


[+red "It's been years since I slept in a coffin."] She mused away at the thought, dusty things. The one she had resided in hadn't been hers though, it had been a gift from some poor soul who had been taken with her. She was unsure of what had happened to him truthfully, likely dead. He had been a decrepit old thing, struggling to hunt. 


[+red "A bed will work fine so long as the curtains are drawn."] She didn't truly feel tired, the whole night had been exhilarating for her and she was still buzzed from the fight, wine and blood. Her sharp eyes looked around, Angela had the right idea of drawing in any legion members like this, there was a safety in numbers for sure and their strength alone was something to marvel at but a trio of them was enough to shake a city to its core. The young bloods ought to be scared, they ought to be terrified and dive into their underground tombs. 


Loretta eased back in the chair, Angela was quite the site, dripping with elegance from a long gone age and it was admirable to see such a creature still alive technically speaking. Loretta was incredibly curious but there were things to be done and she had to wonder what tomorrow would bring, she would need to get some new clothes and she plucked at the dress, beautiful but not practical for what she needed to do. No, she would need some shoes and some jeans and maybe a nice jumper to keep the cold off her back. Perhaps tomorrow night she could take a stroll and Loretta stifled a yawn, fangs exposed for just a moment beneath ruby red lips. 


[+red "Well, then. We are at your disposal. I'm sure we can sleep anywhere."] Loretta didn't mean to put this charming woman out of place as she got to her feet, a sleep would be nice especially after the tea and such. She had exerted herself for the first time in many years and a lie down certainly didn't seem like a terrible idea to her right then. Besides, they would be quite safe. The young bloods wouldn't come searching in daylight and even if they did, they wouldn't win against three older vampires, grouchy from being roused.

Angela, or Nicu, one of the two bloodlings within this form took stock of her fellow legionnaire's accounts of the night. She shook her head as she heard the poor state of affairs that had become of the city. She had come a long way from home in the olden days of the Sumerians. Times had changed so much that philosophy was back in style. That wasn't something she saw coming the last time she was forced to sleep. She was ordered directly to go to the lake and become one with the waters. Some part of her deeply believed this was in spite of her heresy, and not because of it.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "You two have had quite the night. I scarcely had time to engage with thinbloods before taking my pleasure. What I can say is I have no coffins, nor slabs, nor elaborate base of operations. I hadn't such long lived plans in a city of lowborns and humans."]] Angela did not partake of the tea, giving the demonic effigies haphazardly piled on the floor a nasty look. [#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Filthy fucking acolytes..." ]]

With a snap of her fingers the pathetic offerings to power began to disintegrate. For what felt like an eternity she watched the perfectly wasted materials become an innocent pile of dust on her new floor. She was considerably less dressed than her counterparts, and yet did not display discomfort or unease for her less elegant repose.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "Well, my night hasn't been anything so special. I had to make my way into the city after awakening. I did so on foot, taking much of the night. I took this... humble lair from a slain thinblood. It is the right of the victor after all."]] She sighed as she leaned further back into the recliner when an unwelcome thought arose from her current soul companion. That device, the television could show recent events told by some pathetic local celebrity. With a glance about she found what was now recognized as a 'Remote Controller'. She'd made one of these for a thrall before. With a few alien button presses the device switched on, and image and picture began to appear on the square device.

[b [i "A local nightclub has been attacked by what is believed to be local gangs, no suspects have been identified but there are several dead."]] Angela stared in fascination. How could this work? The technology of the modern night demanded further study. Recreation of the bloodwerks would have to be postponed.

[#bf0238 [font "Montserrat" "How arcane..." ]]

[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:opsz@8..60&display=swap][Source+Serif+4  Right. Of course there wasn't a single coffin in sight. Waltz’s mind was still stuck in the Era of pestilence and plague. Always enough to drink back then. No human sickness affected him afterall. Plague blood proved to be just as sweet as any other. There were always coffins about to stay in. No one even looked for their missing and dead. Simply opting to drag them out onto carts to save what little health they had. Darker times for humans, though a proverbial golden age for his free roaming brethren and himself. He felt for them of course, the humans. The same way you'd care for livestock. Adorable things. He pondered while keeping his eyes locked on the screen in the living room. Alas, he'd have to stay a dawn in the shadow. 

[+blueviolet [i "Always feels like i'm in a well if i stay too long. But one daylight shouldn't hurt… hate to ask, but i feel more safe in a vampires shadow. Would one of you mind if i spent the day in one of yours?"]]

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He wondered if they had any idea of what he was talking about. Receding onto the ceiling as watched the almost magical talk box, fixated on its blue light that drowned out the natural colors of the night. How curiously fixated he became with it in such a short amount of time. The two femme Vamps played a small game of which would be the guinea pig for the weird blue haired enigma. He wasn't able to keep his attention on them long though, quickly becoming  engrossed on the news, then, a show about strange aliens on a green hill.

[+blueviolet "Vhy is… zhat sun a baby? Is zhat vhat it looks like now? [I what zhe hell have zhe humans been up too…?] "]

Utterly confused he remained entranced until the point of yawning himself to sleep. When he awoke he was well rested aside from the slight claustrophobic nature of his small black pocket. A room of solace and meditation he floated there as if suspended underwater. He felt as if he were floating here. No sense of wind or warmth or hunger. A simple dark without matter or body. Just mind and scattered thoughts. Some memories, some ideas, and not all of them his own. As he shared the shadow of another, he shared the thoughts of another. But, Waltz concentrated his mind on his senses. Feeling, taste, smell then sight and sounds. As he pulled himself from the shadow cast in dimmed sunset light. His body rose like a black fog from the shadows, with a yawn he ruffled a hand through bedheaded lochs. The boy’s form becoming that of color and flesh. Peering out the vampire thanked his donor for their shade, before stretching and walking about the domain of their new friend. It was a new night but their problems remained. Toiling on it as he observed the world through the glass he spoke quietly in almost a hushed tone. Though their hearing was acute enough to hear his soft spoken words clearly.

[+blueviolet "Zhe night king demands a toll from us yet again… before vhe had hundreds at our side. Zhe legion always found strength in numbers. So how does a pact sound..?"]

A blood pact between pureblooded undead was as binding a word as any. Leaning over the window seal he watched the pinks and purples of the sky vanish slowly but surely. Returning to that bluish purple of night that he found himself so fond of. 

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[center [+blueviolet "Yes! Like ze pacts of old! A vonderful idea! We should paint the town red!"]]

 With a devilish grin in excitement and a glow in his eyes waltz whipped around to his legionaries. His shadow cloak wafting in the dim lighting of the room. He reached his hand out to the others; Gesturing a physical touch only to notice his tattered clothing of old England.

[center [+blueviolet "...Maybe we work on appearances first?"]]

Loretta found a spot to settle down and listened to the T.V drawling on, senseless nonsense as always and she wanted to point out that the images would rot his brain but they were immortal, so it didn't much matter. Loretta stretched out like a cat and took some time to figure out their predicament. It seemed safety worked better in numbers and whilst one old blood was formidable, three would need a war to take down. Time slid by and Loretta didn't do much to fight it as she rested and regathered her strength, it seemed they would need it. She looked up and stretched her arms over her head when Walt spoke up. A blood pact? Well, he did want to party like it was 1876. She raised a shaped eyebrow and looked to their most gracious host, certainly she would rather want to work on her appearance first, despite being able she didn't want to run around in heels. Loretta mused over the idea, inspecting her nails and figuring they would make a rather pretty crew if they scrubbed up and looked more like they belonged. Part of her was actually curious on what their styles would be, she had spent a small amount of time in this modern world, enough to know that Waltz and their host would look slightly out of place and the clothes she was wearing would turn heads and although that was a terrible thing for the most part, it was when they were trying to gather some sort of information. 

Loretta took a moment to figure out where she was, retracing the steps from the night before and humming a little as she got to her feet. If she was right and they were on the outskirts then she supposed there was a neat little shopping mall nearby. It wouldn't be difficult for their kind to get in and take what they needed. 

[+red "I know of a little place close by here, it has some lovely places to get some more appropriate attire, something that will draw less attention and help us belong a bit more. No guards at night they just lock the place up,, that's where I found this."] She brandished to her dress and grinned at them. Loretta wouldn't be caught dead, our undead rather, in anything cheap and given they wouldn't be paying, the world was their oyster and there would be no excuses for looking scrappy.