The night was cold, fog rolled in as a constant sprinkle of rain showered everything. It was certainly appropriate given the current mood of this place; Annabelle thought as she looked around at her new bleak surroundings. Mistvale certainly wasn't the exquisite castle they had come from but in a way it felt more like a home. Here they weren't walking on eggshells every step, weren't fearing for their lives every day just because someone mistepped and broke a rule. This was much better even if it has been abandoned for ages, Mistvale the hideaway of the rebels, had a nice ring to it.

A sound caught her attention and she turned to see Haven entering the room. Her best friend and fellow conspirator, right now it was only them against the entirety of the vampiric race, tough odds. "Haven, I've been thinking if others come...I mean when others come what will be our first move? Not just that but let's just say this isn't a suicide mission and we somehow win our freedom. That means freedom for the humans from slaughter as well, which would mean our societies should mesh together shouldn't they? No more of this hiding all the time but how can we do that? Our kind can't just jump in with the humans..and what if we need supplies from a human settlement, how will we know where to look? We need a source to tell us...we need humans."

Haven walked through the dark hallways silently, running a hand along the wall. Mistvale…it was a place she once visited as a child over 150 years ago and that was for only a short while; but she fell in love with the castle. Even now, with its dark corridors and mist covered land, she felt at home and at peace with this place. It gave a sense of freedom she had never been able to experience before.

Walking into a random room, she spotted Annabelle inside and took a seat. “You’re right. We need a way to live among them successfully, but neither of us knows enough of today’s world to do that. Just like when you were first turned and I took you in, we humans to teach us; and to teach the others who do decide to come. We will win our freedom, this rule of fear cannot continue for either the vampires or the humans. We need to figure out how to get a hold of a few humans, and also think of a plan to fight back once we know if there are more of us. Knowing the Nobles, they will not let us go that easy. We not only broke the laws, but we’re rebelling against everything they stand for. We need humans here, and we need them soon.”

Alex was panting hard as he waited online for the plane. "Thank God I made it..." he said through huffs and puffs. Maybe running wasnt such a good idea.....

"Are we there yet?! There's only like 15 minutes before the plane leaves." Alex complained. His mother rolled her eyes. "If you can see there's traffic. Who told you to come out late?" she snapped back. Alex looked over at his mother before taking off his belt and getting out of the car. "What are you doing?!" his mother yelled through the open window. "I'm going to run.." he answered grabbing his bag from the back seat and swinging it over his shoulders. "Thanks mom. Bye."
With that he took off. The cars beeped as Alex ran between the cars towards the airport. At least it wasnt too far...

Yeah, not a good idea. He finally got into the plane and took a seat. In about a few minutes the plane took off.

"Finally I'm here!" Alex said a bit too loudly as he stretched. People stared at him, but he didnt care. With his bag over his shoulders he got off the plane followed by a bunch of other people. England.. he had always wanted to take a visit. With a small smile, he headed out of the airport and looked around. "Now now.. where to go first.." he muttered to himself.

Calanthe glanced out the window; England. She hadn't ever thought much of visiting before, but the nobles had gone too far. ...Well, they probably had before, but they had only recently gotten on her last nerve. It was an interesting idea these two vampires had, but it was enough for her to come here as soon as possible. She would need to stay to the shadows as much as possibleduring the day. That would only cause problems. Hopefully these two had an idea, at least, of where to stay.

She sighed, and glanced around before getting out. Unless this castle was where they were staying. It seemed a bit...conspicuous to be hiding from the nobles. She would have to ask later on. She glanced around, just to see if anyone was watching her, particularly other vampires, before walking out. She took a look at a map nearby, trying to find the castle she needed to find. Once she had found it, she memorized the way there before looking for the nearest road. She was just going to walk. Hopefully it didn't take all night. Even if it did, though, she would find a place to stop for the day. Odd as that would have sounded to a human.

She smiled a little to herself before shaking her head, and starting to walk down the street she needed. She would also have to get used to this place; she was probably much too used to the states by now.

Bruce's eyes suddenly shot open, and began to register the night sky above him, then he felt the dampness of grass under him, it probably rained recently. As he rose he felt a most unpleasant sensation: a splitting headache. Just what happened? The last thing he remembered was taking an offer for a ride back to his hotel after an amazing Iron Maiden concert. He knew he was too drunk to find his own way back, so naturally he took their word for it.

One of the few decisions he would soon regret.

He checked himself; no passport, no wallet, no ID. "Fuck!" In his inability to judge character while intoxicated, he flushed chances of survival and returning home down the pooper. Now he has been left for dead in the English countryside, with only the moonlight preventing complete blindness. Bruce rose to his feet, and trudged forward. Sure chances of surviving were low, but this was the UK, a populated island country, surely he would find someplace to stay, or more importantly eat.

He trudged for hours, daybreak still hours more away, and was now on the verge of collapse, he was fortunate to have had such stamina, otherwise he would have fallen apart much earlier. Bruce dropped to his knees, his head was splitting in two and his abdomen was on fire, but before he kissed the ground, he managed to take note of a large structure not fifty feet away. A castle?, perhaps his mind was playing tricks, then again this was England, however the structure looked as if it had been abandoned for at least a century or more, so he simply gave up on moving any longer.

As he laid there in the mud, he decided that he would rest for a bit before continuing his quest for survival. Just for a minute, he wasn't going to close his eyes or anything...well maybe he should rest his eyes too... just for a little while...or an hour...or all night...or forever.

Maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea...nah Iron Maiden was worth it.

"All of them should have red X's over their pictures. Traitor, that's all they are...It's sad that your little lord actually wants some of them back…alive. If I were to ever look at the man oddly I'd be on that list." James said as he took another swig of his drink.

Victor only half listened to his drunken human associate. He had only come for information regarding current news. He needed someone to talk to, maybe get some advice. Sadly though, he had chosen the wrong person. He had chosen James, the most twisted human being he had ever encountered. James didn't fit in with society, he was an outcast just like Victor, and so they had something in common. Both of them had much different reasons, but it didn't matter. They both were the same in some ways. Both of them killed, one for money, the other for life. They both were just alike no matter how it was sugarcoated.

"Shit man...Look, just follow what the paper says...You can't please everyone. You got your orders...Don't stay in the middle; you'll only die in the crossfire of the conflict. If it were up to me, I would suggest for you to stay on the stronger side."

James paused for a moment as he took another sip of which was believed by Victor to be strong vodka.

"They probably wouldn't do the same for you, they-"

"That's enough James..." Victor said darkly as he got out of his bar seat, as he clearly seemed to have heard enough. "Have a good night...I need to get back to work."

Snatching his coat off the back of the chair, he quickly pulled it over himself and walked in the direction away from the vacant bar stools. As he reached the doors, he stopped and looked back one last time. Through his dark eyes he could only see James waiting for his next drink. The pub was always ghostly, but that was a good thing for men like James and Victor. When they rarely met, the old friends could talk about anything. Usually though, they never had to. However, with the recent events he needed someone neutral to ask advice from. From this he learned to never again speak to the old killer James about anything regarding advice.

Turning his head away from James, he shook his head stressfully and walked out into the sidewalk, and into night.

Anna listened to Haven as she spoke, and nodded in agreement. "Yes, we can capture humans, force them to teach us. It should be easy enough as long as they'll cooperate." She was cut short though as she heard a rustling outside the castle walls. Whipping around, she let out an airy hiss, terrifying enough to switch her from seemingly normal human to monster. "Someone is outside." With that said, she hurried out a back door, keeping to the trees and shrubs for cover. Gracefully, she made her way through the twisting branches and leaves until a body came into her vision. Who was that and what were they doing all the way out here? His scent screamed human but it was probably a trap, no human strayed this far away from their settlements. With that thought on her mind, she carefully crept closer to him and poked him in the shoulder. She retreated quickly into the brush again, watching for the trap to be sprung but nothing happened. Then again, the scent from this man also screamed alcohol, a substance that dulls the senses. Perhaps he was just not in his right mind when he made his way out here. Very well, she would take this oh so convenient human back into the castle. A new teacher for them, hopefully he would snap out of his stupor soon enough.

Taking him by wrists she began dragging him back with relative ease. Although she wasn't gifted with the ungodly strength some vampires had she was strong for a "human" woman. Soon enough she drug the man inside and dropped him with an unceremonious plop to the floor. "It seems the fates are on our side. A human has literally been delivered to our doorstep."

Haven walked over to the human and bent down, poking him in the side. “Indeed the fates have. Our plan is already starting off great apparently. Though if humans are like vampires with alcohol, we need to get him sobered up.” Standing up, she couldn’t help but laugh at the triumphant grin on Annabelle’s face. “You look like you just caught a prize! Do you think we should get him off the floor though? That couldn’t possibly be comfortable…not that he’d be complaining right now.” Going over to a nearby couch, she yanked the dust cover off of it and sneezed at the cloud that followed. “This should do for now, he can walk somewhere else later; I’m not dragging him up those stairs.” With help from Annabelle, the two females managed to get the human placed on the couch…which they soon realized was meant to be a settee for two instead of a couch to sleep on. “Like I said, it’s not like he’s going to be complaining right now. So what shall we do with him when he does wake up?” Thinking over their plan more, she realized that the humans may not be very cooperative on staying inside the castle.

Delacroix LaPointe stood before a pair of towering double pane glass windows. Hands tied behind his back, clasping lightly in a very dignified manner as he stared past his own reflection, and unto the sprawling city of London. He was dressed casually; a five-thousand dollar Armani three-piece suit, black, and very well pressed- legs show casing the crisp 'edge' down the front. His ghastly facade held a disastrous grin upon its noble features. High risen cheekbones fully pronounced as his lips, blush colored as they were, were drawn back revealing two sets of ivory colored teeth--fangs lengthened like Lucifer's horns and reaching past the top of his lower lip.

He persisted in smiling so broadly, while one of his hands leisurely reached out grasping a simple wine glass of crystal filled with a sanguinary liquid. Lifting long, slender stemmed glass from the silver platter. Humans were so...breakable. They were ignorant creatures, easily exchangeable and easier still to kill. But that was not the reason he smiled. The reason for his jovial expression, was the idea of his beloved Annabell. She was free now and in no small thanks partially to himself. He had kept the others at bay, with his...intervention. Still, if he didn't lay claim to her himself his argument of her would be forfeit and they WOULD execute her for sure. Nevertheless, he had stalled them for the time being.

The lack of time didn't seem to bother the 600 year old vampire. He was a very patient predator. A very dangerous predator. While his voice was weapon enough to turn the police and even judges head's in even the most serious of crimes--he could fight as well. He didn't live for half a millennium and not learn to use the strength garnered. That would be wasteful. He lifted the clear glass to his lips; sweet was the liquid as it passed over them. Swallowing he placed the now quarter empty glass back down and waved off the butler that seemed hypnotized and in stupor.

Nothing really had changed after leaving the pub. The streets were just as ghostly as the inside of the pub. Victor couldn't remember how long he wasted his time with James. The time had flown by during their conversation, for Victor still remembered the crowd at the start when he came inside. Being surrounded by so many humans actually bothered him a little. He didn't like the temptation of having meals all around him. It had left him feeling sick until the crowd started to clear out the later it got. Thankfully, the crowd started to leave early that night and with them they took the temptation away.

Finding himself near a bench, Victor slowly sat down and peered about for a bit. The empty factor of the streets gave him a little paranoia as he had the feeling that he was going to be attacked. Knowing something might happen; Victor reached into his right pocket and held onto his straight razor.

Victor waited a moment as he waited for something to lash out at him. Nothing did. He then shook his head as he knew it was now just paranoia.

"I need to rest more often..." Victor said quietly to himself as his mind drifted off to James's words.

Shaking his head quickly, it was as if Victor was trying to shake the words of James from his mind. Feeling the words die down, Victor let out a long drawn out sigh and gazed about one more time before resting his eyes for a bit.

The Scarlett sisters were on the move again, this time looking for a specific target. No, they wouldn't kill him or even harm him, just wanted to make sure he was on track. Inessa Novikov could smell him, the only vampire scent near this filthy settlement. It stunk of humans but it was all the better to track him down. There he was, just sitting on a bench unwary of their presence. Tsk, he must be losing his touch, she thought with a sinister smirk. It seemed all at once she was behind him and bent down, whispering softly in his ear in her thick Russian accent. "Viiiiictoooor, you should be on a hunt should you not?" Taunting him was oh so fun and the knowledge that he had known the rebels previously made this all the more enjoyable. Her dear sister couldn't be to far behind, she never was.

Stalina stepped from the shadows not far from her sister, and then came to join her sister in her fun. “Indeed, we were hoping for a bit of new entertainment; yet instead we are traversing amongst this… filth.” Leaning casually against the bar beside Victor, she spotted the list, but decided not to take a peek at it. “I honestly don’t see why they bother wasting red ink on those fools. The green ones shall be the real entertainment. And waiting to see who they are shall be the most fun surprise. ‘Tiss sad the others shall go to waste in a silent death…well, silent depending on who executes it.” Smirking, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Yes, these rebels shall provide both entertainment and upheaval. The Scarlett Sisters were ready for the oncoming bloodshed.

Alex found himself wnader around. Ok, so he didnt have any plans for himself, so what? "Come to think about it... where am I going to stay.." he mumbled looking around the houses there. He thought about going to his aunts.. she was a bit freaky but at least he had some place to be. The only problem was, he had no idea where she lived.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed the number to his mother. "Oh hey mom. Yes I got here safetly. No I didnt misst the plane. Yes.... yes... what? No! Ok, can you just..... yeah... ok." he said waiting for his mother to finally finish talking. "I called to ask you for aunt Helen's number..." he said taking a seat on a bench. "Well, I didnt think about buying a house here in England. Not like I'm going to live here forever." he continued.
After a few minutes on the phone, he finally hung up. "I hate it when she never knows how to shut up."
Alex looked at the piece of paper, which he had written his aunt's number on. He rubbed the back of his neck, and decided to call her later. Right now he just wanted to take a look around.

Victor mildly flinched as he heard the words come into his left ear. Turning back to see the Inessa the noble vampirette, he gave a small smile to her. She was someone he knew as a sister. Of course, she wasn't his sister, but Victor considered all Vampires of closely related clans to be bothers and sisters. Even if they weren't the kindest or the most accepting people he didn’t care. As long as they were in one of the fellow clans it really didn't matter to him. Giving his attention to Inessa he said to her in a whisper.

"I should be on a hunt, but as you probably assumed I’m losing it...I even talked to a drunken human. I usually can tell when you both are trying to sneak up on me... Say, where is your-"

Victor stopped in mid sentence, as he caught from the corner of his eyes Stalina walking out of the shadows. She was dressed a lot like her sister, but there was something about her which made left his eyes lingering for a moment before glancing back at Inessa. Both of them looked similar in many ways, but something of which Victor couldn't tell made Stalina stand out a bit. How odd.

"I've still got to get myself back together if I have any hope of getting to this list...I can't even focus my strength, and my reaction timing and my speed are off. My eyes won't even activate..." Victor finished as he closed his eyes and sighed quietly.

Calanthe sighed as she looked over the castle. She was glad that it hadn't taken all night...but then, her speed had helped. Before actually walking anywhere near the front door, though, she walked slowly around the place, examining it. She needed to know and find every way in and out, just in case. She took not of any windows, or other doors, and everything else there. Once she reached the front again, she nodded to herself, satisfied. She started towards the door, sniffing to make sure there were only two vampires on the other side, so she wouldn't be caught off guard.

So she was surprised to find a third scent; a human. She paused, trying to figure what it would mean, then shook her head. She would find out soon enough. She did not stop to knock on the door, more to keep herself from beign spotted by humans. Wouldn't it seem strange to them, someone knocking on the door of a castle they thought abandoned? She glanced around, following the scents to where the three were.

Delacroix sat in a plush, 16th century sitting chair. The back side broadened out like a blossoming flower in full bloom; the oaken wood was stained with a cherry finish and garnished in a popular glossy finish of those days. Indeed, the room he was now in, the study, projected the quality of workmanship. The detail of every hand-carved surface--every corner, and every facet that the wood could be shaped or molded to fit. Wall to wall were books, stacked on shelves that reached, almost preposterous heights. Tomes that hadn't hardly been published in centuries merely awaited an eager mind and a still hand to reach out-in their silent lament to breach their hand written pages.

The sheer opulence of Delacroix's estate raised many questions, but few would deny its grandeur. Fewer still have lived to say otherwise.

Yet, alone in this chair next to a phonograph; a machine of ill complexity, much less quality if compared to today's standards of recording a sound. Its sound as crisp as though the piano were playing the broody, melancholic requiem of its original author right in the very room. The slow, deliberate piano keys being struck in a brilliant cadence with one another to produce a sound that was one of Mozart's masterpieces dubbed "Moonlight Sonata". This song sent a cascade of human feelings through Delacroix often, and often, he would ponder his existence and what its point. More times than not, he would agree with whatever God or Gods were at hand, that he were a simple pawn in their game--but an unwilling and non-negotiable one at that.

However, as he sat; one arm bent at the elbow, directed parallel with his body and his fingers along his temple. A mess and tangle of silvery blond hair spilled over his face and collectively over his hand as well, obscuring his thoughtful and iconic glowing expression that he was known for even through execution and endearment. It meant usually only two things; Either he had come to move a piece to get further to his Annabelle, or, he was about to commit a act of violence. In this case, however, it was both.

Inessa circled around to stand by her sister, a smirk on her face. "Need to pull yourself together do you? Why in the world are you scattered in the first place hm? It couldn't be that you're bothered by the fact you know these rebels could it? Perhaps you weren't the best choice to send on this mission after all?" With a smirk on her face, she looked to her sister catching her eyes. Nodding towards her, understanding she wanted to be left alone with this one, Inessa turned to leave. "I bid you farewell Victor. Perhaps you can give your answers to my questions to my dear sister." Now, she needed to find something to entertain herself with. Walking through the streets she spotted a human male that looked quite lost. How fun this would be, just lure him into the woods where no one would hear. She approached Alex with a flirtatious smile. "You seem to be turned around. You couldn't possibly be new here could you?"

Annabelle cocked an eyebrow as they took a step back to look at the squished human. He certainly would be stiff when he finally woke up. "When he wakes up we'll just inform him of his new job. I doubt anyone would be understanding of our situation, especially if they're finding out monsters that use to be stuff of fiction turn out to be real." Anna snapped her head around in an instant hearing someone in the house. She could see their silhouette in the doorframe and she hissed. "Who are you?"

Calanthe paused when she heard someone hissing; asking who was there. She tried to keep herself from making any sudden movements. She was only trying to make herself look less like a threat. She walked out of the doorway and into the room, glancing around, then between the two vampires. "I'm Calanthe, of the Windstar clan. I'm only here because I heard about some sort of rebellion...and was looking to help. The nobles have...gone too far recently, as far as I'm concerned." She hesitated, glancing at the human, then back at the two. "May I ask what the human is here for, if this is a rebellion against nobles?" She didn't see how much use a human would do against the others. It made no sense to her. Especially unconscious as he was.

She glanced around the room, examining the place. Obviously they did intend on staying here. She probably would, too. It wasn't all that bad...if a little stuffy compared to what she was used to. She kept her distance from all three, still to keep herself less of a threat to them. After all, physical strength wasn't exactly her strong point, and she didn't know about these two. However, despite keeping her distance to look more harmless, she was already analyzing for weak points in the two. It would come in handy if somethign were to happen; if they did not approve of her being here, or if she needed to cover them, she would know what to do. Either way, knowing would do her a good deal; she wanted to keep herself prepared for anything.

"It could just be that I'm losing it, but something’s different about you Stalina." Victor said as he looked into her eyes in a puzzled fashion.


Shaking his head, his eyes glazed off into the distance past the both of them. They seemed to survey the area for a moment before Victor grabbed a hold of the list and moved his eyes over it. Trying not to openly sigh, he only looked over the sheet for a moment before placing it back down at his side. He didn't want to kill them, but if it had to be done he would do it. He knew better, he knew the nobles would take their time in the killing. The least he could do for them was killing off their lower ranking members quickly without causing too much pain. Sadly however, the ones he cherished most had the green marking upon their pictures.

Looking back at Stalina, Victor could have sworn something about her was different again. Choosing to not say anything, he simply looked at Stalina quietly.

Delacroix held his eyes shut lightly, he didn't force them to remain shut. It wasn't as though he were having a nightmare, his mere existence was enough to be so. His dream had him drifting over the English vista; floating and weightless as time slowed. He could see the hands of a clock reverse and begin to take him, in leaps and bounds backwards. He was 'torn' from the pages of history, merely once a blip in the ink of the true despots that claimed they were fighting for freedom at the time.

Being transported to a far away place, that he would rather have forgotten and let lie dead. Taken back to one of the loneliest, most devastating days of his lifetime. As the years were counted backwards instead of forward, the year was 1799 it was during a virulent upheaval of unrest against the French monarchy. The French Revolution. Eighteen-thousand people-excluding the King- were beheaded by the guillotine in the years 1793 to 1794. An image immortalized by Charles Dickens in his Tale of Two Cities, the picture of open tumbrils carrying innocent people to kneel before the guillotine as it falls to strike off their heads is the most common image of the Revolution.

The streets seemed to run red with blood, shimmering and taunting Delacroix who was himself at the time, a revolutionary himself. But word had gotten out that he was suspected--and already judged of treason, because of his former duty as a messenger of Louis XVI. Indeed, it was his true friends that gave him warning- and gave him up. He was now on his own and in this particular memory he was desperate to get home ahead of the mob that ramapaged through the streets killing all known and suspected loyalists.

Twas nightfall before he made it to the steps of his home. Already the appearance of the house looked in disarray. Panting heavily, Delacroix's still human heart began to lose control as his human fear wrapped him in its dreary cloak. The gate was open, the door as well. Making his way to the unlit sanctuary, he stepped up the small amount of stairs pushing the door open slowly. A knot found its way into his throat, and as his mangled and matted hair stuck out at odd end angles it dripped with the falling rain that he had failed to feel once the apprehension gripped him.

The door creaked and groaned, like it always had but this time it seemed to carry an ominous tone. Stepping inside, no light offered just the moon's cold rays shining through the door. Delacroix's eyes caught sight of a trail of blood; Désirée, a woman remarkably and eerily reminiscent of Annabelle countenance and resemblance lie on her back. Her clothes torn from rape and a single puncture mark through her mid section from a knife. Delacroix was shivering inside. It wasn't because of the environment--it was much deeper than that.He had become near numb to the chill of the night air but this was something much different. This felt like his soul were dipped in the antarctic seas. His heart was beating faster and faster while he just stood dumbfounded.

Gradually, Delacroix made his way towards Désirée. Kneeling down slowly. He slid a hand beneath her neck and lifted her head slowly. He was silent, so silent through his grief. He lifted his wife from her resting place and turned to walk out into the dark with her. He would eventually bury her in their favorite place; an orchard of grapes and apples beneath a lone apple tree. By the time he was finished, he had stripped himself of his dirty gloves and his loose fit shirt. Sweat was glistening on his back and brow.

Shoving the spades head into the ground he leaned against the handle with a foot still on the spade. In quiet contemplation he was thinking of her, begging her forgiveness for not being there. Pleading for mercy for being apart of this...this massacre. He didn't envision it would be like this. He finally swallowed the knot in his throat, but he heard the shuffling of an encroaching crowd.

It was a mob that was out to apprehend him. Yet, oddly, he wasn't afraid to face them. Even as they accused him of false charges all he could was simply- smile faintly. They would lead him away, ironically, to Bastille. Although the Bastille was a hated prison, there were only seven prisoners within its walls on the day it was attacked and two of those were noblemen. The revolutionaries were actually more interested in the large quantity of weapons and ammunition stored there.

As he sat in the despondency, he whispered out into the dark. Sooner or later, they would come for him and he too would be met with the same brutal acts that had rid them of King Louis. Anarchy it seemed, would rule in the place of a monarchy. Were they wrong? Were they too ignorant to instill order once the governing powers were stripped or did they merely exchange one terrible power for another- more terrible power?

"Are you afraid?" A voice asked him, but Delacroix was much too involved to really look at who it was, but he responded nonetheless.

“Courage. I have shown it for years; think you, that I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?” He responded, looking up finally.

Approaching, the shadows cast on the near wall seemed to irrefutably shift and move at their convenience. A a man then approached from the darkness, his hands held in a nonchalant, courtly manner. He wore mostly black, the only break was the gold shoulder tassels of his royal appearing attire. His face was as though it were etched from white marble complete with black veins. His eye lids had dark circles like eye shadow had been applied as well as lipstick.

"What if I were to tell you-your life didn't have to end in such...ill repute." The voice, handsome in quality spoke to him.

"What would it matter? Désirée is dead-I am a convicted traitor." Delacroix would respond.

"You won't be convicted in a hundred years time. As for your precious Désirée, yes she is gone--but her ideals, her passion was to the people. With my help, you could become a ruler of sorts...You could watch over the people the way you envisioned a king should." The voice was tempting his willpower and it was winning.

Delacroix bit his his lip, pondering the if's and the countless possibilities.

"Very well, but this has to come at some cost. What is your price?" Delacroix asked.

"You are correct, there is some...disbursement. But rest assured, it is a mild thing. I am a creature of the night, I have certain...tastes."

Stalina tilted her head to the side as she examined Viktor. “An odd thing to say. Perhaps you have been among these humans to long. Traversing around mindlessness can cause one to lose themselves.” Sliding to sit on top of the bar, Stalina crossed her legs then continued. “Especially with foul liquor in their blood. It completely ruins the taste, no telling what else it does to the weaklings.” As she spoke, she ran a finger along the edge of a glass, slowly turning the moisture on it to frost before completely freezing the contents. “And what do we have to look forward to after your little escapade after these rebels. Though it would be a surprise to find out what our entertainment shall be when they show up, I bore easily while waiting; unlike my sister who easily bids her time elsewhere.” Curiosity wasn’t in her nature, but the look on Viktor’s face as he went over the list was too much to pass up. If looking at them caused pain, then perhaps speaking of them would keep her busy ‘till her sister’s return. “My sister would be displeased if she does not have answers when she returns. And I must say, she’s quiet ruffled when displeased.” Ruffled was probably an understatement considering the last town which was slaughtered due to her displeasure. So much wasted blood only to be covered up by a ‘broken’ dam; such a waste.

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Haven stepped a bit in front of the human as Calanthe examined the room, with Haven in turn examining her. The vampire didn’t seem to mean any harm, and they did send for help to joining the rebellion; she had to let go of court life and start trusting other’s more. “Yes, this is the hideout for the rebellion against the nobles. We are glad you came to help, please make yourself more comfortable; this will be probably be our home for quite a while I hope.” Glancing over her shoulder at the human laying oddly on the settee, she sighed. “I know the human may be confusing, but we needed help…human help. If we are to win our freedom and live among humans, we need to know how to be one with them. To not live by the life bred into us. And who better to teach us than humans!” Trying to appear on her guard and hostile, she just couldn’t hold the charade without the other threatening them. With a smile, she stepped forward with a slight bounce in her step. “We found him unconscious actually. It was like it was meant to be for our plan. And now another rebel from a foreign clan has shown in the same day! For this to be day one of our plan, we are off to a wonderful start. Don’t you think Annabelle?”

Victor made himself chuckle forcefully at Stalina's words. He did his best to make it seem real, and most would buy it, but he still wasn't sure if Stalina would buy it.

"I have heard through the grape vine of her wraith."

The small paper made a faint sound as Victor folded it up into a small square. With its reduced size, Victor gently stuffed it into his right coat pocket. He wasn't going to focus on it directly for now; he was just going to try to enjoy a small conversation with one of the Scarlet sisters. Even if all they wanted to know about was how he was going to kill his bothers and sisters. Even with no care for the other former members of the court, they still talked to him when they needed entertainment which was sort of strangely kind.


"You spoke of questions? If I know you the way I think I do, I know you know I have answers." Victor finished with a little beat to his voice.


Running his hands through his mid-length hair, Victor leaned back on his bench as a bit of night air rolled by the both of them. The night air felt good, but it also made him actually feel a bit drowsier. He had been on the move for the past week with actual relaxing stops. Hearing out James in the bar for several hours wasn't exactly relaxing. He had to force out more fake laughs than ever in his life before, and That would be around 400 years worth of it.

"Um..wah?" When Bruce's body felt warmpth once again, prompting him to reawaken, the last thing he expected was to be on a couch, and to be inside in general. He heard voices as he became more coherent, he didn't make out what they were saying at first, but heard every word that this last person said, not that they made the slightest bit of sense. He groggily turned his body to face those conversing with incredulousness evident on his face, its true he had been drunk, but thats the thing, he had been drunk. He knew when he was sober, so he also knew that what he had oveheard wasn't effected by any filtration to his subcounsious. "Okay, normally I wouldn't mind waking to three modrately attractive women amoung my age group, but what the fuck are you talking about? This revolution or whatever, more importantly what do mean by 'the human' and 'humans'. I've been through some rough shit lately, and I appreciate you taking me in...apparently...but I think I deserve some answers."

Bruce was apprehensive of anyone who looked human not refering to themselves as such, not only was it strange, it was worrysome. From the sound of things, these were either elaborate Role Players, (though that could be ruled out due to the nature of their location, being as remote as it was,) or more frighteningly members of a cult or people creating something amoung the lines of a Forth Reich. This person closest to him, whom spoke so optimisticly about these strange endevours sure wasn't acting, not one of her manurisms suggested that. This could only mean whatever was happening was closer to the latter.

Bruce hoped to God that it was the former.

Incedently his stomach protested audibly, Bruce cocked an eyebrow and said, "Maybe you should answer his questions too."

(( Double post D:))

Calanthe shook her head as the human woke up. "Maybe you can get your answers after I get mine, hmm?" she suggested. "I was awake well before you were." Not that it mattered, but she had her own questions. What had happened to manners these days? She paused, but she had actually forgotten the questions she had wanted to ask by then. She leaned back, slightly pouting. "...Okay...maybe your questions can be answered first; I've lost my train of thought..." She trailed off, trying to remember, but at the same time listening to them. She wouldn't miss anything. He was supposed to be helping them, anyway.

Out of habit, she watched the human, looking for his weak points. It was a habit now; to look over everyone she didn't know for a weakness. A human, though, was hardly worth her time. Even if she wasn't as strong as most vampires, she was certainly stronger than a human. A waste of her time to bother, really. But she did, more to make sure of what was going on. "...I'll let you two answer his questions; I only just got here, after all..." She backed herself close enough to the wall to lean against it, and turned her attention to the floor to think, and to listen.