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Caius Dubois

"I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself."

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a character in “Blood of the Covenant”, as played by Scarlet Loup


"I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself."

The Basics


Full Name
Caius Aurelius Obscurus

Nicknames and Aliases
Being named the Ancient Roman way certainly stand out in a crowd. Throughout his days, Caius has utilized many aliases. Most have faded into his memory. Nowadays, he uses the name "Caius Dubois".


2114, though he appears to be in his thirties

Caucasian (Roman)

Sexual Orientation



What's on the Outside

Hair Color: His hair has always been a dark ebony color. In fact, he received his cognomen "Obscurus" for this reason.

Eye Color: Once, his eyes were almost black. Now, like every vampire, they change based upon how full he is.

Height: Roughly 6'3"

Weight: One hundred and sixty pounds, give or take. One tends to stop weighing themselves when they die.

Tattoos:The only tattoo he wears is the name of his passed wife, Lydia, on his right shoulder blade.

Piercings: He's never wanted to get a piercing.

Scars: Caius retained a few scars from battles as a young man. His largest one stretches around the back of his left calf. His only other noticeable marks are the bite marks he sports on his neck from his attacker.

Description: Caius stands tall and lanky. His dark hair hangs limply to his shoulders and comes in slightly wavy. He has sharp features and high cheekbones which make his cheeks appear slightly sunken. Despite his overall lack of weight, he in well-muscled. Caius's only really noticeable scar if the bite marks he received while still human. Though his flesh was once a lively, tan color, he suffers from a lack of color like most vampires. Usually, he allows faint stubble to grow in on his cheeks and chin. His fangs, had he not filed them down, would have been three inches at least. They made it difficult to feed, however, so he endured the pain and reduced their size.

What's on the Inside


{Brooding, Conservative, Dramatic, Virtuosic}
An old spirit trapped in an immortal body, Caius Dubois is certainly a damned soul. When his wife still lived, she kept him in line and helped him stay in a more liberal mindset. With her death, however, he fell into a deep depression that is certainly not aided by his mood swings that come from being a creature of the night. He's begun to brood daily in her absence and has been known to shut himself away from the rest of the coven in a fit. It's childish, and he knows it, but he refuses to admit it aloud. His conservative outlook on the world has always been a part of him, but it was subdued by his more liberal wife. His conservatism comes from his childhood as the eldest son of a wealthy patrician in Ancient Rome where he didn't have to worry about the plebeians. Caius is stuck believing that humans are unworthy and rank below vampires, for humans are more wasteful and ungrateful (in his eyes). Really, he just blames them for his wife's death. Caius is known to be over dramatic at times when brooding. He'll brood for hours upon hours in loud voices. Yet, he has managed to retain some of his chivalrous charm from centuries ago. He carries an old-timey charm when not brooding, and he usually speaks without the use of contractions or in bizarre syntaxes since he originally had no use for syntax when he spoke Latin. One of his other few redeeming qualities is his virtuosic abilities. Caius has managed to master most, if not all, instruments. His rooms are filled with instruments and spare parts for all of them. His favorites are the guitar and piano. He's a broken spirit, really, for the only person he ever loved was stolen from him. Caius feels, of course, but he prevents himself from feeling too much or exposing himself least he loses another.

  • Plucking the strings of a guitar, beating out a rhythm on drums, or basically making music by any means
  • Going out to clubs and bars and watching humans
  • Reading and rereading books, especially classic literature, for those are the only books that seem to get history spot-on. He has no tolerance for modern day vampire romance novels.
  • Brooding and criticizing humans
  • Runs his tongue over his fangs (or where his fangs would be) when he thinks
  • Slips into different accents while speaking
  • Reminisces and thinks often about old companions or events he was a part of
  • Finds it difficult to feel remorse for actions committed against a human
  • Hastens past alley ways because he's afraid that, if a hurt human is there who is infected, he won't be able to stop himself from attacking and poisoning himself.
  • Music. Any genre, minus extremely explicit or pointless rap.
  • Solitude
  • Alcohol, though he can't get drunk. Still, it tastes good.
  • Driving aimlessly through the city
  • Visiting museums
  • The modern romanticism of vampirism
  • Careless, ignorant human beings
  • Being disagreed with
  • Being called "old" or "close-minded"
  • When history is inaccurately portrayed

What's Done Is Done


Place Of Origin: Rome, Roman Republic

Birth Date: November 14th, 100 BC

Two thousand years. Two thousand years of pain and suffering and living longer than anything he's known. Two thousand years. Caius was the eldest son of an eldest son, making him next in line for his father's land and wealth when his grandfather died at war. His father, being a patrician of the gens Aurelia was a wealthy man who expected great things of his son. Caius certainly did not disappoint. He was an extremely athletic child, so by the time he was eighteen, he enlisted as a soldier. The combination of political power and skill allowed the young man to climb the ranks swiftly. After ten years in the army, he left to learn the ways of a senator. During his learning, his father had him marry the daughter of a political adversary, hoping to secure the bond between their feuding families. The twenty-eight year old was reluctant, to say the least, for his wife did not care in the slightest for him. Nevertheless, he wed her at the command of his father.

For five years, they lived together in relative happiness. She bore him children and stayed out of his business. Caius's father passed, leaving the young Roman wealthy and in a high place in society. Life was blissful, to say the least. He was appointed to the Roman senate in 72 BC. Of course, it couldn't last. Walking home one night, he was pushed roughly into a wall. Though he fought back valiantly, Caius was no match for his attacker. She dug her teeth into his neck. As he lay on the cobblestone, bleeding, she looked down at the young man with pity. Before he blacked out, he felt a cold chill spread through his body. Then, there was darkness.

He awoke in his bed at home, feeling weak and cold. His wife stood by his bedside, brow furrowed, and brushed some hair from his forehead. The scent of blood, coming from a cut she'd received while sowing, overwhelmed him. Before Caius could react, he'd dried out the body of his wife. It was remarkably easy to pull off as an accident, but Caius was revolted by the experience. When he was not working, he was researching his condition. Unfortunately, there wasn't much literature on vampirism at the time. In fact, he'd later go on to write a few tomes on the condition. Life dragged on. Slowly, he began to realize he would never age. By 44 BC, when he helped murder Caesar, Caius realized he would need to disappear from the public, or risk being hunted. He left his two sons half of his estate and married his daughters off. With his remaining money, he purchased a farm and oversaw it. From here, he watched Rome conquer and plunder...and plummet. After its fall, he left Rome, sold his land, and moved with the Normans to what would inevitably become the next empire: England. Again, he set up a farm. Assited by the feudal system, it expanded and grew larger than most plots of land. Life grew mundane.

By then, he was a highly regarded member of England. In fact, he was the recipient of many titles. Though he was already over nine hundred years old, he still appeared young. When he was offered a bride by a fellow lord, he was reluctant, but as he got to know the woman, he warmed up to her. Her name was Lydia, and she was certainly one of the most beautiful women he'd met. On their wedding night, he announced in a hushed whisper that he was a vampire. Initially, she was revolted and terrified. For a while, she refused to speak to him, and she avoided him at all costs. Half a year into their marriage, she finally approached him with a single request. Lydia asked that he allow her to join him in his eternal damnation. He was conflicted, of course, for he had no want to inflict this punishment on another being. Nevertheless, he turned her that night.

Years flew by. The young couple stayed young forever and fed periodically off of the serfs who worked for them. In the dark castle he had built, they wandered around. At night, they raced through the surrounding woods and reveled in the moonlight. By the 1700s, however, life had grown mundane. Caius suggested, late one night, that they sell their belongings and move to the new colonies in America. Lydia eagerly agreed and, with the equivalent of millions of dollars, they boarded a ship and crossed over the Atlantic. Once there, Caius had a plantation commissioned in South Carolina. Though Lydia was extremely vocal about her hate for slavery, Caius had little problem with it. After all, serfs had been the norm for roughly five hundred years. When they Revolutionary War occurred, he stayed a Loyalist, but Lydia wished to leave their ties to England behind. After the Patriots won, he begrudgingly accepted the idea of a President.

As the 1800s began, Lydia threatened to leave him if he continued keeping slaves. So, reluctantly, he sold their property again and moved North to take part in the Industrial Revolution. They moved into a large home in New York and purchased a large clothing factory. It was here, in 1850, that he met a young Alastair Devlin. The Civil War initially angered Caius greatly, for he felt it imposed upon the inalienable rights. Throughout his life, servitude had never fazed him. When Alastair lost his family, Caius and Lydia took the man in as the child they had never been able to have.

With the discovery of steel and the early manufacturing of cars, Caius decided to pick up and move to Detroit where he could take part in some part of the Gilded Age. Instead of purchasing a corporation this time, Caius and Lydia bought a house and settled down. Other vampires flocked to Detroit with them. It was here that Caius formed the Detroit coven. Lydia was originally his Regent, and he made Alastair a Prelate. Again, life was relatively normal (how normal could a bloodsucking man be?) Slowly, as America grew more liberal, so did he. The revelry of the 1920s reminded him of his care-free racing through the woods in England. When the Depression hit, he and Lydia were hardly affected, for they had never really trusted banks.

His life picked up again when, in the 60s, he embraced rock. Caius eagerly taught himself the ins and outs of the guitar. He grew his hair out and embraced the gritty sounds of modern music. He was neither for, nor against activity in Vietnam. He merely followed Lydia to anti-war rallies. In fact, she was the one who introduced him to the new music he so readily embraced.

The discovery of the AIDS virus took its toll not only on humans, but on vampires. Caius was certainly aware of the idea of blood poisoning. He had already consumed some blood during the Black Plague that nearly killed him. Lydia was too young to remember that. Carelessly, she fed on a woman she found walking down the alley. In the end, Lydia emptied the woman of her plasma. Everything afterwards happened too quickly. Before Caius knew it, Lydia was lying in her death bed, tears streaming down her face as she clutched his hand. With her dying breath, she made him promise that this wouldn't happen to another vampire.

He became far darker after her death. Caius blamed mankind for his wife's death. Where she had seen innocence, he saw corruption. Mankind were disgusting, horrific creatures. He thought back to his years as a slave holder. In a vote, blood slavery was approved, and the industry within the American (and international) covens slowly took shape. To organize the trade more effectively, clubs began to form around the world where vampires could come freely to drink and hire on new blood slaves. Caius knew, however, that he would need to keep a tight leash on any potential blood slave of his. While out on the town at night, he met Annelise, and she shared her story with him. Seizing the opportunity, he told her his own story and took the lonely girl in. He believes existence is pointless now, yet he has done nothing to end it, showing he may still have some faith in humanity.

Happiest Memory: Marrying Lydia and living in England with her
Saddest Memory: Losing Lydia after she was poisoned

Face Claim: Tom Hiddleston

So begins...

Caius Dubois's Story

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The moon hangs over Detroit and casts elongated and warped shadows on the streets and the gaggles of pedestrians. What was once the automobile capital of the nation now stands as a monument to the old ways of America. It failed to keep up with the changing world, and now it has been left as a bleak reminder of what once was. Sirens cry in the distance, and a few dogs bark here and there. If one bothers to wander about on the edge of town, they will come across the run down Victorians of years past. They house the vagrants of the city, those who lost their former glory as the city did. Very few look the way they did in years past, but this one, the one with a charcoal exterior and hints of various, out of place architectural styles, has more secrets behind its doors than many would care to find out. But that building isn't where we begin.

Instead, we begin in a warehouse that once spat car after car out on to the roads. Like the city, it has changed, but it remained lively, bustling not with life, but perhaps with the absence of it. It depends on whether one believes a vampire is actually a living creature still. From the outside, one would not give it much credit, for it certainly appears lifeless. Within, however, vampires move about fluidly, sharing stories of what once was. They come from various, innumerable time periods and locations. Some claim they were some of the first vampires, but very few these days can even recall the Dark Ages or the Renaissance. Fewer still can remember moving beside mankind as the first uneasy steps were taken toward innovation and discovery.

Regardless, Caius took care in the design of Blood Bath. The warehouse had been divided into three floors, and from there, it had been divided into spacious rooms. Caius had decided, however, that mere rooms were not enough. And so, each room had been designed with the architecture and art of certain time periods in mind. The bottom floor houses rooms from the 1900s and on. As one climbs higher up, they move further back in time until they reach the ancients. The accuracy startles many and evokes nostalgia for what once was.

Caius never stays in one place during the night. He tends to wander about, playing music in the various rooms. The room dedicated to the seventies pulses with the sounds of Caius's progressive rock night. There are very few genres that have made their impact on him, yet he keeps a special place in whatever remains of his heart for the genre. Lydia had not been alive long enough to truly appreciate the genre, yet she still adored it. And, therefore, Caius adores it.

The bass causes the amps to thump, and the drums keep the rhythm while Caius grips the microphone on its stand. A slightly distorted guitar slides slightly, opening Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb". His voice comes as something between a rasp and a croon, and it is impossible to describe besides that. It is a trained voice, one he has perfected over the years. His electric guitar dangles before him on its strap, for it won't be used until the refrain. Caius's body moves with the music, and he looks about as if searching for someone...but he knows he won't find her.

Suddenly, the music grows lighter as it slides into the refrain. His face twists, contorting slightly in a pained expression, yet it is not too dramatic to appear comical. Rather, the audience can tell that he truly feels these lyrics. He hits the higher notes with ease, hair falling in front of one eye as he hunches passionately over the microphone. Without looking down, his hands find their way on the strings and neck of the guitar, and they solo with ease, Caius plucking with his fingers.

They repeat, moving on to a new verse and a varied refrain, but Caius maintains his enthusiasm throughout his performance, keeping the audience hooked. Perhaps they too can feel his obvious pain. His guitar finally fades out, and he holds it there for a moment, fingers still gripping the last note as a deafening silence grips the room. Caius does not relish in the applause, however. He merely nods and waves before walking off of the stage with his guitar still in his hands. The albums begin to play again after he departs, filling the silence that consumed the room. There are a few bursts of applause, as if some feel he needs to be praised, but the reoccurring guests know that Caius does not play for the crowds to adore him.

He plays to remember, to try to cling on to those last few reminders of her. Of Lydia.

It is times like these when he suddenly remembers that she is no longer here, and he craves solitude. Guitar still held in his hands, he stalks off toward the back of the club, into a room he set aside for himself. The walls have been covered in layers of posters, ticket stubs, and photos. In one, he stands beside Kurt Cobain. In another, he and Lydia pose with John Lennon. Caius leaves the door open a crack, his way of leaving it open for guests and for Annelise. He sets the guitar, one of the closest things he has to a child, on its stand before sprawling out on the blood red chaise. His feet rest on the back of it, and his head dangles over the edge so that his hair brushes against the thick carpet. On one of the cluttered tables, a radio warbles at a low volume that even Caius can not understand.

A sigh brushes past his lips and his fangs, which have slowly descended as his eyes grow a bit bloodshot. Sometimes, he wonders if it would just be best to allow himself to starve and perish. He is stopped each time, however, by the irrational worry that death will not, in fact, reunite him with Lydia. Religion states, of course, that a vampire has no place in Heaven nor Hell. If so, then why does this existence feel like the latter?

A quick expression of some sort flashes across his face. That would certainly make a wonderful line to a song.

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Blood Bath.

How original of a name.

In the shadows of those who danced, drank, and made merry was one particular female whose eyes scanned the crowd while she slinked from room to room with disinterest expressed. Different genres of music floated to her ears and pounded in her skull as she glided through the various ages of rooms but she didn't seem to find one to be pleased with. However, she eventually came to a stop as she reached the room paying homage to the seventies. Icy blue contacts that covered her glittering ruby irises mimicked the color her orbs once were but still shone with some form of enjoyment as plush lips coated in blue lipstick dotted with small black beads curved into a light smile. Her possible new, brooding employer didn't stay long and neither did she.

At least, she didn't intend to.

Her hand was grabbed by a suave and beautiful man as Oye Como Va started up from the speakers. Apparently the live music was taking a break. She didn't mind, smirking as she detached the train of her dress and followed him to the floor. There was a hunger in his red eyes that she recognized immediately as lust. She gave an inward scoff but was happy to give him at least a dance. He certainly knew his way around salsa. Their movements were graceful and precise, oozing hedonism as the crowd cheered. And she loved it. Most of her work was done in the shadows and she couldn't help but to enjoy the attention received from her more public displays of talent. She had always been that way, a patron of the arts seeking to entertain the unwashed masses.

As soon as the song ended she spun out of his hold and rehitched her train with a flourish, flitting away from the pining dancer to escape the sweet nothings he had streamed into her ear. She was used to such advances -- She had to admit that she was a bombshell and the total package. Plus crazy! With her platinum locks, she had especially been a prize in her own time among the men she encountered. She had not been so perceptive of their desires until she had been Made, capitalizing on them nearly every moment since. Considering a vampire's frozen state of being, she was quite glad that she had taken care of her body even if she never meant to. Her muscle tone wasn't quite as defined as other female vampires whom she had met -- Amazons and Gladiatrices were built like modern body builders. She thought it was gross and cherished her feminine curves.

She had attention now, a new face among many familiars. Her head was held high as she gave a coy smile on her way to the bar, sliding onto a stool and adjusting her choker. The scarred and tattooed viking glanced at her silver ring, pursing her lips. Before she could order, the vampire from the dance floor was beside her, leaning against the bar and facing her with a smile. “Never seen you around here before.” Classic icebreaker. The blonde didn't reply, instead she inspected her polished blue and black nails as though they were the most fascinating things in the room. When she sensed that he wasn't going away, she turned her head and observed him. Delighted with the attention, he slid out a pair of fangs and smirked. “Let me be up front; I'm hot. You're so foine that it's crazy. You're a vamp, I'm a vamp. Let's get outta here. Let's fuck.”

Wow. He certainly was bold. And arrogant. She didn't like him. A polite, amused smile graced her features as she threw her head back in a laugh. As her head came back down, she put her face close to his and her own fangs slid out, his face falling. Hers were much longer and much sharper than his. “Put the baby fangs away, boy.” At her display of age, dominance, and disinterest, he quickly flitted away. Still smiling politely, she glanced down the bar to observe the others. There were quite a few, including a mouthy blood slave and a bartender who was also a liaison specialist. She hadn't cared to pick up their names, having still not decided whether or not she'd take the job. She knew how to find her own clean blood but the idea of some form of companionship was a bit enticing. Interaction would seal her decision later. “Four Horsemen with O neg would be nice,” she called out innocently in a thick Russian accent with arched brows as she put her fangs away.

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Another hour passed

And another.

And another.

Annelise was always supportive of Caius and obeyed what orders he gave, but that often left her in situations where she was alone or uncomfortable. Right now she was in her bunker, or at least that's what she thought of it as. Most nights at the club Caius didn't want her out in the open and interacting with others. He felt she was too vulnerable to attacks or unwanted advances, even though many of the vampires in attendance knew she was his personal property. So to keep her protected she had her own room in the club, not unlike the room Caius had for himself. When she really thought about it, it wasn't all that bad being cooped up in her room. She had the internet, she could still hear the music from inside, and sometimes if she was lucky Caius would visit. It was always nice when he visited on his own accord and not because he needed blood, they would talk like when the pair had first met. And really anything was better than being stuffed into a room with the other blood slaves. They were all so unhappy, and if they weren't they got off on vampires and waited to be magically whisked away by one that fell for them.

Her eyes darted down to the clock and she heaved a small sigh, it would still be at least a couple hours before they might go home. She looked to the door, thinking over the options in her mind. It felt like someone had passed by, and it sounded like the door had opened...

It couldn't hurt to go see. She hadn't really eaten much tonight, but she always had time for her master.

Annelise pushed her laptop to the side and shut it gently as she strode to the door. The door pushed open and she smiled brightly upon seeing the invitation, moving over silently as she leaned around the corner and met his eyes. Her cheeks lit up as she moved into the room slowly, "Hungry..?" She murmured simply, taking notice of his eyes and fangs.

Before getting a response, she walked forward and sat before him on the ground, smiling down into his face as her hair fell forward and made a curtain around her head. She was almost tempted to reach out and touch him, pull his head into her lap. but it was always best to be granted permission first, especially since the other option was anger.

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“Je vois que ni la classe, ni les mœurs sont les critères d'embauche ici. Caius vraiment ne s'attend pas à moi de travailler autour d'un manque de respect t-il?”

A playful smile teased on her lips as she lifted her chin, Russian accent disappearing as the French words took over with flawless timbre that suggested some time spent in Western France. Ada's antics did not go unnoticed though Lyndi hadn't even needed to turn her head. The human was loud, violent, rude, and obnoxious. The pretty face soon became ugly in the viking's eyes and she decided that the two wouldn't get along so well. She was all for a bit of disrespect here and there, more than capable of having a good time -- often at the expense of others -- but only when it was appropriate. However, she found the human's gaudy plea for attention irritating.

“La boisson est fabuleux, par la manière. Vous avez certainement un moyen avec vos mains, oui?” She remained polite throughout as she complimented the drink as it burned her throat with a shot of pleasure. She threw a flirty smile his way with a crystal blue winsome gaze. He certainly wasn't lacking in charm, appearance, or talent. And she liked that.

James grinned, recognizing his native tongue. It'd been a long time since he'd heard someone so fluent, but it was quite welcome. It was also a plus that it came from someone so...experienced in life. "Merci, j'ai pratiqué mon art pour un bon bout de temps maintenant, et je suis heureux de savoir que vous avez apprécié."

"Les gens d'ici sont en fait pas si mal. Il n'y a que quelques-uns, comme le monsieur qui, franchement, a suggéré qu'il obtiendrait dans votre pantalon. Les autres habitués sont généralement bonnes personnes, comme elle." James looked down the bar to Ada and grinned. He cared greatly for her and couldn't allow her to be insulted. He knew her attitude was frowned upon by most but she was a great person. When she and James became friends he gave her all his respect and loyalty.

Gazing at the face of the woman before him now, he wondered what job Caius could have possibly given her. James could barely imagine someone of her stature working here. "J'ai entendu qu'il y aurait quelques nouvelles personnes à se faire embaucher ici. Je ne m'attendais pas quelqu'un comme vous, bien, magnifique."

While she didn't know his name she did know James well enough from passing word and personal recon from the past month, the ongoing interaction with him confirmed it. He was gentle and a bit of an old soul, having a classic charm to him. She estimated that he was around a century and a half in age, obviously from France. Ah, France. Terrible military but amazing sights and fashion. The men could be a bit grimy but she could see James was one of the good ones. His mellow personality and gentle, personal smile made him easy to talk to. She could see why he was a liaison.

Finishing her drink, she slid the glass across the counter with a nod indicating a desire for another. “Voyons voir si vous pouvez faire une Bombe Pop décent. Avec O positif.” She placed one elbow on the counter and rested her chin in a hand covered lightly with a thin glove of lace bearing intricate design. “I'm still not quite sure if I'll take up his offer -- But I'll take that compliment. I might just work here to spend more time with you.” Her flirting was bolder now as she gave a wink that was more playful than it was a sexual advance. She made sure to keep her tone light, indicating that she was merely teasing.

Her interest in him was genuine but she had no intentions of letting him part her legs. “I'm simply used to working with more... Traditional folk. A higher class of clientele, you might say. This sort of place isn't usually my scene.” She turned her head towards a vampire in a nearby corner ravaging a blood slave, seeming two seconds away from ripping her clothes off as he fed, indicating to the beautiful bartender what she meant. Her expression contorted to one of mild disgust, her nose crinkling. The way her face was designed made the expression a bit more... Adorable than it was meant to be.

James grinned at her request and her advances. He could tell she was just teasing him...and he kinda liked it. Going down the bar to grab the alcohols needed, he brushed Ada's cheek. "I'll be with you again soon ehough, ma chere. Be patient with me, and I promise I'll walk you home tonight." As he made his way back down the bar, he pulled a tall glass out and slid it as he mixed and poured the liquors. By the time he made it back to the woman, the drink was prepared. Slipping a tiny staw into the drink, he handed it to her. Noticing the couple that she'd been referring to, James sighed. "Sadly, not everyone knows what's appropriate for public and what should be done in private. Sometimes we ge more interesting and classic minded people as well."

Directing his attention back to her, he saw the face she made at them and lightly chuckled. It looked as if she were pouting with an expression that was not unlike a disgruntled seven year old's. I have to know now. It's too much not knowing what glorious name someone like her must call themselves. James leaned on the counter with his head in his right hand. "I simply must know now -- What does a belle like you call yourself?"

The drink looked well enough and she sipped it as she listened to him defend the honor of the club, assuring her once more that not all of its patrons were complete morons without tact. She would give him the benefit of the doubt. She hadn't much scouted the patrons over the month, paying more attention to Caius and his employees, human and vampire alike. The vampires impressed her but the humans... They weren't exactly top tier. Then again, they were living in the age of Twilight so it wasn't a shock. The majority of the humans were despicable and she hated the idea of working with them. She hated to sound pompous, but it was just so beneath her. Still -- They were prey and she was predator. A girl's gotta eat and a lion didn't choose a gazelle based on their personality.

Her head turned towards him, expression settling back into a smile as she gave a nod of approval at the drink. He was now resting in the same fashion she was, his smile winning her over. She wondered just how long of a string of broken hearts he left trailing behind him, inwardly chuckling at the thought. At the request of her name, she leaned forward some, the side of her face pressing against his as she slid out her fangs and brushed them against his earlobe. “Just call me Lyndi, mon amour.” She drew back with another wink and a lifted brow, indicating that it was now his move in this game they played.

James smiled broadly, shaking his head. This woman did know how to use her charm to get what she liked. She had to be a new liaison specialist, there was no doubt about it. Her looks, charm, and skill with languages pointed to that being the ideal duty for her. James put his hand on his chin, rubbing his facial hair. He felt he needed to be sure. "You're a beautiful woman with enough charm to sway a nation; you absolutely have to work with me." James smirked as he was taking up her hand. "Or are you going to leave me here by my lonesome, ma ange?" It was his turn to pout now.

“Comment pourrais-je oser même penser de vous quitter tous seul quand tu me traites si bien, ma lune et les étoiles?” His hands were as gentle as she imagined and she quickly replied with dramatic flair in the style of the French actresses of old, women who truly knew drama and theatre. Her gaze became one of adoration as she pouted, the full lips so perfect for the expression, enjoying the flirtatious game she had begun. She knew what he was getting at and was content to keep him guessing at what position she had been offered, though his assumptions were right on the money.

James smiled while sighing. This woman was something else, and she'd impressed him thoroughly. "We shall see, Lyndi. We'll see." James raised her hands to his lips kissing them lightly. James released them as he began to walk back to Ada at the other end of the bar. "Come back and see me soon, ma chere! Don't forget about me."

Lyndi issued the lightest of laughs with her head tossed back as she blew him a kiss before collecting her drink. Fan in one hand, beverage in the other, she was soon disappearing. The seventies were getting boring now and she needed someone new to chat with. Like Caius. She certainly needed to discuss her terms with the man if he was going to be hiring her. She held high hopes for the older vampire simply because he was older. She didn't cross many that were her age, far fewer were old than her. This would be the third time in her life that she had met vampires older than her since her Making.

Caius, she knew, had been some Roman soldier and Senate in his former life among many other things after the fangs came. Roman -- That explained his excessive brooding. Still, she retained a polite expression as she found his room and gave the door a light push to reveal herself. “Before I agree to anything, we've got some terms to set. Rule number one is that I absolutely do not take orders from babies.”

“Je vois que ni la classe, ni les mœurs sont les critères d'embauche ici. Caius vraiment ne s'attend pas à moi de travailler autour d'un manque de respect t-il?” - I see that neither class nor manners are hiring criteria around here. Caius really doesn't expect me to work around disrespect does he?

“La boisson est fabuleux, par la manière. Vous avez certainement un moyen avec vos mains, oui?” - The drink is fabulous, by the way. You certainly have a way with your hands, yes?

"Merci, j'ai pratiqué mon art pour un bon bout de temps maintenant, et je suis heureux de savoir que vous avez apprécié." - Thank you, I practiced my art for a long time now, and I am pleased that you enjoyed it.

"Les gens d'ici sont en fait pas si mal. Il n'y a que quelques-uns, comme le monsieur qui, franchement, a suggéré qu'il obtiendrait dans votre pantalon. Les autres habitués sont généralement bonnes personnes, comme elle." - The people here are not that bad. There are a few, like the gentleman who, frankly, has suggested that he would get in your pants. Other regulars are generally good people, like her.

"J'ai entendu qu'il y aurait quelques nouvelles personnes à se faire embaucher ici. Je ne m'attendais pas quelqu'un comme vous, bien, magnifique." - I heard there would be some new people to get hired here. I did not expect someone like you, well, beautiful.

“Voyons voir si vous pouvez faire une Bombe Pop décent. Avec O positif.” - Let's see if you can make a decent Bomb Pop. With O positive.

“Comment pourrais-je oser même penser de vous quitter tous seul quand tu me traites si bien, ma lune et les étoiles?” - How could I dare to even think of leaving you all alone when you treat me so well, my moon and stars?

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The night's crowds had already begun to gather. It came as no surprise. The wind which blew through her hair would have felt cold against her neck had she been able to feel its temperature at all. She was late, though if one were being completely honest, tardy would have been a more appropriate term.

Her tongue snuck out to lick the remnants of blood from her top and bottom lips. Most of the vampires that knew Jayne Adler knew that she was easily aggravated when she was hungry, and on one occasion that the girl had worked on an empty stomach, heads had rolled. Thus, she had made it a habit of hers to never come in to the Blood Bath to work the bar until she had fed.
It would appear odd to some that a woman such as Jayne, with what were at times slightly poor social skills (she harbors little patience for unnecessary blabber and even less for bad manners) would find work as a bartender, a position that would put her in direct contact with fair numbers of patrons each night. However, the fact was that she was fast on her feet, good with her hands, and working behind the bar meant she was only a few feet away in the event any of the merry-making get out of hand and she was required to step in.

Moving past the preliminary introductions, tonight it seemed would be just as busy as any other, or so was the thought passing through the dark-haired woman's mind as she maneuvered her way through the crowds to the bar. She had stepped inside just in time to hear the last echoing verses of Caius’s song, the final notes of the melody, before the man retreated back to the comfort of his solitude. She had stood as she’d listened, waiting until he had disappeared before slowly stepping through the gathering multitude of patrons.

As Jayne reached the bar she could see that James had already begun his work. In front of him sitting at the bar were two women, only one of whom Jayne recognized, Ada. She nodded to the man in greeting and gave the two in front of her a simple look, enough to acknowledge their presence, though she had spared a second glance at the unfamiliar of the two faces, merely out of curiosity. As it went, there were times that Jayne indulged herself in conversations, and then there were times that she worked quietly, only speaking when she was required to. Tonight, however, she did not yet know which it would be.

From the corner of her eye she observed the conversations and goings on of both James and the two women he was entertaining, catching bits and pieces of their words and barely hiding her smirk. James was a flirt. It had been one of the first things she’d taken notice of when she’d first met him, and there had been many nights where her sole entertainment had been taken from watching the girls and women, both mortal and immortal, flock to him like moths to a flame. She simply didn’t have the time to catch the full length of their conversation, as men and women up and down the bar were calling for her services.

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In the time between his own entrance and the entrance of Annelise, Caius moved only to pick up his lute so that he could pluck at it whilst the radio garbled on. This time, however, he sprawled across the chaise in the correct manner, his head resting on one arm of it while his legs dangled over the opposite arm. He quickly resumed his former position. His lute was an old instrument, the wood worn smooth from centuries of playing. The strings had been strung and snapped and strummed over and over again. He hummed gently as the folky music rang from the instrument and filled the room with a melody that was oddly light for Caius.

His fingers came to a sudden stop above the strings of his lute as the door began to creak the rest of the way open. To him, humans had a particular smell about them. Something too sweet to be called a stench, but it still seemed to cling to them like one. This aroma reached him before he bothered to look over. His pinkish eyes met her hazel ones, and he blinked lethargically before slowly sitting up. The blood rushed into her cheeks, and he could feel his fangs push themselves further through his gums as he grew more excited.

"Yes, of course," he replied, though he knew her question had been meant rhetorically. From upside down, he craned his neck slightly to look at her, displaying the bite marks on his neck from his own transformation. Caius eased himself upright, first by laying normally on the chaise again and then by sitting up before sliding on to his knees on the floor beside her. Wordlessly, he pushed her hair over one shoulder to leave a side of her neck bare. The exchanged another glance before he turned his head and sunk his fangs into her alabaster flesh. They slid through with ease, and the blood began to well. He sucked at the puncture wounds in a hurried manner while he gripped the other side of her neck for support.

He could have drained the poor girl if he were unable to get a grip on himself. Suddenly, he pulled back and let his shoulders drop a bit as the blood began to move through his system, subsequently darkening his eyes so that the pupil and iris appeared to become one. Caius's tongue glided along his lips, which were scarlet with the blood, as he began to stand. Instinctively, he reached for a slightly bloodied towel he'd kept here to staunch the bleeding. He certainly knew how impulsive these vampires could be.

As she recovered, Caius sat down again whilst riding the waves of pleasure. In the midst of it, the door opened once more, and a new vampire stepped in. It took him a moment to recognize her, for he had not seen Lyndi since he approached her months ago.
"You are certainly," he remarked before pinching the corners of his mouth to wipe the blood away.

The older vampire watched her for a moment, perhaps internally analyzing her before he stood. "You will have to be more specific, mea carissima, for that is a relative term when one refers to those of our age group." He place his hands into the pockets of his jacket, which appeared to make him stand up straighter. "A warning would have been appreciated. I may have given you a tour myself." Or maybe he wouldn't have. That was besides the point now. "I do wonder where you come from. Pale skin and fair hair would hint toward somewhere Northern, but who can truly tell with the intermingling that humans do these days?"

The tips of his fangs still glistened with blood as he ran his tongue over them slowly. "I came to you because I believe your skills are, more or less, unrivaled. However, I can not simply introduce a new member into the Coven without knowing them, trusting them." He moved a bit closer, moving his hair out of his face with a flick of his neck. "I murdered men I called brother without so much as a second thought. Betrayal would not go over well in this Coven, I can assure you."

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Annelise gave a gentle smile, a shudder trailing through her as his flesh made contact with hers. She leaned into his touch willingly, giving a gentle smile and barely wincing as he bit into her and drank. It hadn't taken long to adjust when she had become his food source, but it would be a lie to say it didn't still hurt, even if it was just a little.

The brunette gave a weak sigh as she leaned back against the chaise, taking the rag with a smile and a thank you. She pressed it gently to her neck, wiping up blood that dripped down her collarbone despite her efforts. It was nice. Knowing she could be useful and help someone. But that also made it more difficult to face her emotions towards Caius. She knew there was little to no chance of ever becoming anything more than a food source anyway, the thought of being with a human probably disgusted him anyway.

She was torn away from her thoughts as her brow furrowed when the door opened abruptly and someone new stepped in. The girl could tell immediately that she was older than a majority of the vampires she had run in to. She got the same vibe from Caius and she had seen one other who gave off the same sense of superiority when she was wandering the club. Instantly she flinched away, closer to Caius out of instinct. She relaxed just barely as her master stood and began to speak with the woman, but that didn’t mean she was still completely safe. She began to shuffle out of the way, less behind the chaise as the two conversed about business.

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Aphrodite sighed as she looked around curiously. You would think after almost a year of being a vampire and living with the rest of the coven, she would finally have figured out where things were. She got lost all too easily. She found herself down hallways she didn't recognize and began to wonder if even familiar places were starting to feel foreign. It was quite annoying.

Now usually she would just follow her normal trail of books back to her room, but now that she was living with other people, she thought it best to clean up after her literature, lest anyone trip over Cue for Treason or Romeo and Juliet. These were new fascinations of hers... Books she heard Caius mention once that she had become curious about upon hearing. Speaking of Caius... Where was he? She knew he had recently had a show and was probably off to feed...

The brunette huffed and continued her search for her room, Caius, or anything familiar in particular... Because she was starting to get hungry... And a bit on edge. Since she was new, she also couldn't go feed on her own. She always needed assistance pulling away. Aphrodite had yet to find her constraint and it bothered her. Caius told her it would come in time, so she assumed he was right. He was much older than her anyways.

"Anyone?" She called irritably, as she could feel her eyes growing red and agitated, her fangs elongating in thirst. She hated the feeling of hunger. It wasn't like when she had been a human. When you were a vampire you needed to drink when you were hungry, especially when you were a weaker Fledgling like she was.

Aphrodite tried another hallway and another until she heard the faint sounds of the lute. She knew it was Caius, and was heading in his direction before she could even think about it. The music stopped soon after, but at least it was a lead to which direction she was supposed to be heading. Actually... Things were finally starting to look familiar again.

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Lyndi lifted a brow, noticing the brunette young woman seemingly cowering behind the chaise as she entered. Aww, how... Cute. However, she cared little. Instead, she focused on Caius. Unlike most, she wasn't inclined to bow her head in respect to her elder. Not that she didn't respect him; Lyndi simply wasn't into bowing. She did hold her tongue and give him her undivided attention though, the lightest of smirks across her lips. She could understand his terms, feeling that they were reasonable enough. After all, trust begets trust.

She was rather inclined to divulge a few tidbits of her past that nobody alive or undead knew. She wouldn't do so within the company of others. Aside from the comely blood bag oozing adoration, she could hear someone else approaching. Clearing her throat, though it was superfluous, she gave a bit of a smile. “I'd love to have a chat of credence with you, really. However, let's save that little talk for when your groupies aren't hanging all over you, yes?”

She offered a wink before leaning in to place a lingering kiss against his cheek. “Finna mér seinna”, Find me later, she told him in a seductive Icelandic tongue. Her smile shifted back into smirk as she exited the room with her usual flourish, head held high. She was curious to find out exactly how he found her as well. She would have been happy to speak further but she didn't discuss business in front of people she felt it didn't concern. Seeing as it was Caius who was offering her a job, clean blood, and a home... Well. She couldn't give two fucks about whether or not the others trusted her.

She gave a flip of her hair with a quick movement as she went back the way she came. Rather than return to the rooms of recent decades she went higher up into the warehouse to seek out the ancient rooms. Rock and roll became doo-wop and doo-wop was soon ancient hymns. It certainly was a blast from the past. There were bands such as Enya that channeled the olden days but there was nothing quite like listening to the tunes doled out by those who had actually lived through those times. The gentle melodies cradled her and carried her to a seat in the corner.

As she glanced around she smiled. She saw some Elder vampires with their fangs out freely, some with eyes closed as they too enjoyed the music. The room was designed to emulate an old tavern, doing quite well. She began to wonder who his interior decorator and architect were. The oak was flawless and the carved murals were simply intricate and breathtaking. She lost herself in thought, a haze coming over her as she hummed along with the tune. It was Tibetan...

“Enjoying yourself, agápi̱ mou?”

There was a sudden voice in her ear, a smooth baritone that was sultry and comforting, accompanied by the brushing of stubble and soft lips against her cheek. She recognized the voice in an instant and her body reacted involuntarily, her head moving and allowing the man to place a kiss against her cheek. She could feel as his fangs slid out against her skin. Their bodies greeted one another like old friends. If her heart was still beating, no doubt it would have skipped a few beats. Her body trembled at the touch as she moved into a different haze, almost pouting as she sighed. Her eyes, which had closed as soon as he touched her, snapped open as her mind finally reacted to the situation. A dark look upon her face, she snapped around in her seat to stare directly into the red eyes of her Maker.

There she was. He knew that she had been scouting the place for a month now, stalking her unseen while she stalked everyone else. She had finally come to make a decision and he knew what it was. He knew her better than any other and he played on one of her fears, feeling a bit bad for it. But it was for the better. He knew how much his Progeny was conflicted; that she trusted no one but hated to be so alone. He had been with Caius' Coven for many years now and he knew that she'd like them -- Or at least most of them. He saw how well she was getting along with James earlier that evening. In truth, it did somewhat upset him when they flirted. He felt an immediate pang of jealousy, possessiveness, and protectiveness. Old habits die hard.

James was a threat in those moments.

However, as she responded to him he couldn't help but to feel an overwhelming sense of pride and relief, tempted to slide his lips across hers. But their moment ended too soon -- though forever with her wasn't long enough -- and she quickly turned on him with poison in her eyes. He put his fangs away and knelt down on one knee. But she wouldn't hear him out. She was gone as quickly as she came, leaving him pissed off at himself. Of course she hadn't forgiven him -- He hadn't even forgiven himself. He heaved a sigh and stood, watching where she exited as though he were half expecting her to come rushing back or even to peek around the corner to see if she had been hallucinating. But she wouldn't, she didn't, of course.

He stood there like a jackass before sliding his fangs back into hiding before taking off. He wouldn't go find her because he knew that she would find him. She knew now where he was, that he was alive... She would always find him. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his loose jeans, he moved in a lumbering shuffle that was far from his usual graceful movements. He couldn't help but to be upset though he knew he didn't entirely have the right to be angry with her. Leotychides still had faith that he could mend their friendship over time once she got over the initial shock. His shuffle carried him eventually past Caius' lair to a room he had long since made his own, brushing past Aphrodite with a muttered and solemn hello as opposed to his usual flirting. The door was closed behind him as he took a seat and sat simply in wait.

“Leotychides, sir. You're needed out front... It's... It's a human. Asking for you...”

There simply was no rest for the wicked. Leo's skulking was interrupted by a younger vampire, Lila. She was a little over a century and a half in age, straight from Bulgaria. Her English had improved over the past year as she served as something of a personal assistant. He gave her a nod as she disappeared before hoisting himself up with ease, heading back out. He put on a more charming visage with a gentle smile that pulled a bit more to the left. Working security at Blood Bath didn't just mean that he handled vampires -- He handled humans just as often.

While the vampires at the club could easily rip to shreds every single one of the humans there, it was his job to make sure that everyone had a good time. He oversaw that the vampires who got too handsy, the humans who became a bother, and either one who started too much trouble were tossed out. He assumed that the human in question was Ada again, a human that he seemed to be constantly talking to about attitude. At least for appearances. He enjoyed sharing a laugh with her for the complaints lodged about her. Sometimes the complaints were reasonable enough and he would punish her as needed. More often then not it was some handsy prick who got hit trying to pull a superior card. However, he admired that she defended herself. Not that he'd say so out loud.

He was a bit shocked when he got to the ground floor entrance. There, moving about and questioning everyone he came into contact with, was a massive Native American built like a brick shithouse. Leo recognized him in an instant and raised his arm, using his hands to motion for the dark haired man to come towards him. Almost immediately, he felt quite small. The Spartan was built... Well, he was built like a Spartan. He fit his black silk shirt well and had more than enough muscle to spare. He looked like he belonged standing on a pedestal coated in clay, stark naked for eternity. However, this tan man before him stood at least a head and a half taller than him. He had to crane his neck a tad just to look into his eyes, serious eyes that were filled with curiosity and anxiety.


It was all just so strange to him.

Cheveyo had been warned a time or two before that many vampires were not very friendly with humans. That many vampires saw themselves as superior and humans only as food. He hoped that Blood Bath wouldn't be so bad, his hopes having skyrocketed when he passed a seemingly happy couple earlier before he went inside. However, as he lumbered about asking for Leotychides, the man who had contacted him and paid for his trip here, he got only curses and dirty looks. That was probably because he had stepped on more than a few toes -- literally. There were a few of the beings with fangs that looked at him with a hunger. That, he was used to. He thought he'd be dragged off soon as a woman tugged on his arm, beckoning him in a sultry tone to come with her.

Thankfully, she backed off when a larger male beckoned for him to follow. He issued a sigh of relief and quickly made his way to the blond male. With a goofy smile on his face he waited for the man to size him up with calculating red eyes, his own unable to express the smile that he gave. Their stare down took a fee minutes before they headed quickly towards a place unknown to him. He didn't struggle to keep up at first, his long legs taking large strides. He had to slow down eventually to keep from stepping on the backs of his guide's shoes as well as to avoid bumping into anyone. He raised his arms in a look of surrender, drawing more attention than necessary to himself. He was simply doing what he could to avoid bumping into anyone. Many of the vampires and human were very tiny compared to him and he didn't want to hurt anyone. Or piss them off.

He was able to put his arms down as they moved to what seemed to be a more private area consisting of hallways and doors -- many, many doors. He was lead into a room that was rather Samhain chic. He gave a nod of approval and closed the door behind him before taking a seat on a nearby white stool as he was beckoned to. “You said Lyndi was here but I didn't see her. Is she okay?” His voice was deeper than Leo's, filled with worry as his smile faltered. He watched as Leo's own smile faltered and the two shared a serious moment. A nod from the man across from him elicited a sigh, suddenly feeling as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

He smiled a little more before nodding. He had the joy of traveling with Lyndi for six years before she simply up and left. It wasn't exactly spontaneous. Cheveyo's little sister, Chosovi, had also joined him with Lyndi on their travels. However, two years ago she was killed when an enemy caught up to their vampire companion. Cheveyo would have been next had Lyndi not saved him and literally ripped apart the vampire right in front of his eyes. Their relationship was strained from her end from that point on as guilt and anxiety overwhelmed her. He had tried reassuring her but it didn't always work. Not too long after he woke up and found the house abandoned. The deed was put in his name and he was given a bank account with more than enough money to sustain him for years to come. She had left a note that he carried around every day since, stating that she cared for him too much to keep his life in danger by being around him.

He hadn't tried searching for her despite how badly he wanted to. Nobody ever knew where to find her and those who knew her either loved her or hated her and very, very few of them didn't hate humans. For his own safety and out of respect for her wishes he didn't seek her out. However, Cheveyo had gotten a call from Leo a few days ago saying that Lyndi needed him. He now sat, listening as Leo explained just what it was that was needed.

“Lyndi needs to be in a Coven. I don't doubt her strength or ability to take care of herself but clean blood is becoming harder to come by and humans are starting to poke their noses in where it doesn't belong... Besides, she needs to be around other vampires. She needs to learn to trust people. The world is getting more difficult for our kind to flourish as we once did.”

The human listened carefully, nodding as he spoke. He wasn't the brightest star in the sky but he certainly understood what Leo was saying. What he didn't know was why the man cared so much or how he knew Lyndi. “That, uh, might be true. But SoS doesn't really... She doesn't like being told what to do or what she needs to do... And you never told me who you are, anyways...” He canted his head to the side some, offering an apologetic gaze in case he might have offended the vampire before him. Leo seemed to understand and gave a comforting smile, placing a hand against his shoulder. He had a powerful grip. “Trust me, I know. I'm her Maker -- ” Leo paused to give a chuckle at Chev's mystified mien before continuing. “I just want what's best for her. For her to be safe. I think you know, from personal experience, that she's made some enemies. What would happen if they all decided to work together? Vampires can be quite vindictive... And she's killed some important and influential people.”

Cheveyo smiled gently and gave an understanding nod before giving a blank look. “But... Why do I need to be here?... I can't protect her against anyone...” There was a tinge of despondency in his tone as he looked down some. Leo looked upon him with some pity, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Because you might be the only thing to keep her here. I promise that you'll be well cared for here. I know the arrangement you had with Lyndi and that arrangement may remain. Just... Think about it.” Cheveyo only nodded mutely as Leo rose and exited the room.

Leo left with a weight somewhat lifted off of his chest. He knew that his Progeny would eventually forgive him in the centuries to come and they would be friends once more. He hoped. But he would stop at nothing to make sure she was safe. For now he had to handle some business. He had noticed earlier a young woman, human, wandering about with a somewhat lost expression. She was one of the few humans who happened upon the den of death with no knowledge of the place they had entered. Without knowing what they'd gotten themselves into. He had to make sure that she didn't see something and attempt to leave. Hell, he wasn't going to let her leave at all. The Spartan put on his most winsome smile as he flitted down the levels and through the rooms until the blond was in his sights.

His red eyes gleamed in the strobe lights of the room dedicated to the 2000s, target locked. Dripping with charm, he worked his wah through the crowd until he was able to grab her elbow, gently tugging her away from the throng and to the bar with a light laugh. He lifted his voice with a feigned gaze of curiosity, releasing her. “Leo -- I work security here and I haven't seen you around here before. What brings you?” As he introduced himself, he looked down at the woman who was quite petite compared to him, taking a moment to admire her. She was very beautiful and her blood smelled... Oh, it was simply to die for. It nearly made him drool though he managed to keep his cool, leaning against the bar in a more relaxed position.

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Aphrodite sighed happily as she finally found her way through the maze that was the clubs hallways, and to the room that she knew as Caius'. She gave a quick knock before peaking in. "Caius?" She grinned and padded in. Yes, she was a bit nosy to him and liked to bother the seemingly emotionless man, but she felt like she was growing on him. "You really need to work on the layout of this place, I keep getting lost.."

She paused when she saw who was with him. Annelise. She was his personal blood slave, which would usually make her a bit hesitant about her being so close to him, but she was a human. She knew Caius' view on humans, as he had passed them down on her as well. The problem now though, was that she had recently been bit and was still slowly bleeding... This was quite painful for Aphrodite, as she was a newborn and had horrible restraint, plus she was starving. As her eyes grew more bloodshot and her hand on the doorframe tightened, almost causing splinters, she turned away. "I'll wait in the hallway.." She muttered, voice raspy from sudden thirst. "Even though your ancient, I know you can still move pretty fast. Don't take too long..". She tried to laugh it off and went into the hallway.

Her eyes shut tight as she tried to concentrate on not attacking something. This was the part about being a vampire she didn't like. She liked blood, a lot... But she didn't like the crazed feeling she got when hunger came. Almost like she could tear the first living thing she saw apart. It chilled her to the bones. Not because of her possibly endangering a human, but because she didn't want to become a blood crazed monster. Caius had once told her it would get easier eventually. She was still waiting for that day..

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Caius's eyes quickly followed the female vampire's as she looked to Annelise. He didn't even to turn completely toward the girl to realize Lyndi was formulating some thought about her. Before he could say something, she turned back to him. There was a smirk playing along her lips, but he did not mimic it. Rather, he met it with his usual apathetic expression. Inside, however, he calculated her movements and took mental notes on how she held herself, how she moved. She was a damn good actress though. She was cautious though, for she shied away as a figure began to move down the hall toward his room.

"I highly doubt the secrets you hold in your memory can not be spoken before a human," he countered. Still, he wouldn't push her. They both knew that he was the one interested in hiring her on. Had he not wanted her here, he would not have gone seeking her. The smile she flashed even managed to evoke some sort of emotion out of him. What that emotion was, however, he could not say.

Before he could move back to his chaise, she approached and placed a kiss against his cheek, her frigid lips against his frigid flesh. The language she spoke was not one he had mastered, but he still managed to find some meaning in her words. Though his gut seemed to respond with a clench, his face did not betray this reaction. Instead, he watched her with his blank slate of a face as she smirked back at him. "You shall enjoy the club. I am certain of it." He would know where to find her when he managed to find his way up there.

Her pale locks were the last he saw of her as she disappeared through the door with as much flourish as she had entered with.

Caius turned to resume his position for just a bit more, to hang on to that rush that came with drinking. There was a knock on the door, however, and he suddenly turned to look at it. Aphrodite pushed her head through then, her eyes a startlingly light pink and bloodshot. He trusted the girl, yet he instinctively braced himself slightly, prepared to grab her should she dart for Annelise out of hunger.

"Non sine pulvere palma," he replied quickly, his first language rolling off of his tongue with ease. Realizing there were few who knew Latin as he did, let alone spoke it as he did, he hurried to translate his words. "No reward without effort." Caius spared a smile for her, something only those he spent excessive periods of time around would ever see. Her childish ways were, in a word, endearing. He'd been that winsome once, young and excited by the idea of having a limitless life stretched out before him.

In many ways, she reminded him of himself. Perhaps that was because she had begun to adopt his philosophies unquestioningly. Though on the outside he may have seemed against the idea of another following him, he also knew, deep down, that imitation happened to be the greatest for of flattery. Besides, she certainly needed someone to monitor her. Otherwise, they'd have a crisis on their hands.

"My age only works toward my advantage, ma mie," he replied, shrugging the leather jacket off of his shoulders now so that he could toss it on to the couch. Beneath, he had on a The Who shirt on which both sleeves had been cut off in a sloppy manner. The design on it had faded with age and wear. "I shall be with you shortly." He waited until the door closed behind her before he turned to Annelise.

She still bled slightly, for he could smell it in the room. Perhaps it was not good to send her out, for if she were to be attacked, there was no chance of her fighting off an attacker. However, most, if not all, of the vampires within the club were aware of her status as his blood slave. Few would risk jumping her. "When you have ceased to bleed, you must follow that new vampire. The blonde one. Do not attract attention to yourself, but you must watch her." He pulled the skinny jeans higher on his body as he watched her.

Shooting a look back at her, he followed Aphrodite out of the room, but he continued to walk, beckoning her to move after him with a curl of his index finger. "I am afraid you were turned in the wrong century," he commented, stalking about the halls with his hands in his pockets. "Us 'ancient' vampires remember being able to take blood whenever we wanted. The humans are just finally catching up to us." Sound leaked out of the rooms as they moved by, each with its own set of sounds. Finally, he moved into one of the more recent rooms where waves of vampires and blood slaves milled about. He just so happened to be sharing the room with Leo and Leandra.

He took a seat at the bar within the room and gestured for the bartender as he spoke. "Drink from her," he commanded, pointing afterwards in the direction of a wandering woman twirling her dark hair in an anxious manner. She was only a few steps away. "I shall be right here to stop you."

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Aphrodite looked up as Caius began out of the room and walked right past her. She would have thought him angry at her, were it not for the curl of his finger beckoning her to follow. And who was she kidding? Caius couldn't be angry at her, she was just too cute to be angry at. She almost laughed at her own sarcasm, but her sore, parched throat caused her pain. Instead, she kept quiet and stalked after the man who was her mentor.

He lead her right to the main part of the club, the beat and tempo of the music banging the inside of her skull. It was oddly soothing. When she had run away from her family, clubs and music became her new home and her new passion. Dancing, singing, playing instruments. It gave her a thrill just watching all of it, and she could have forever if it weren't for the reoccurring pain in her throat that begged her to bite.

When Caius gestured to the black haired girl and told her to feed, she did so eagerly. She barely noticed the other vampires at the bar or the other humans milling about. The brunette girl smirked and leapt toward the woman in a flash. If she had any respect for humans anymore, she would have felt bad for the girl as she shoved her against a wall with her newborn strength and sank her fangs into a vein. She almost moaned at the feel of the liquid rushing into her mouth and sating her thirst. It wasn't the best blood she had tasted, but it did the trick.

The woman pinned to the wall squirmed a bit, possibly in pain, as Aphrodite kept drinking. She couldn't pull away. The girls pulse was mesmerizing, synching to the beat of the song and getting Aphrodite all wound up. She drank more and more, even when she was full she just couldn't stop. It was too hard to stop, she didn't care if she drained her...

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Annelise sat uncomfortably through the second intrusion, her hopes of spending some quality time with her Master quickly disappearing as he gave her orders. She gave a curt nod and smiled gently at him before he exited, murmuring a polite “Yes Master.” as he glanced towards her. She sighed softly, chewing her lip nervously as she put more pressure on the wound, praying she wouldn’t be detected although she knew that chances of her getting away without suspicion or being caught were mostly nonexistent.

She sat for three minutes more as she waited for the bleeding to fully subside, wiping away any excess dried blood. Her mind searched blindly as she wondered where she would possibly find this new vampire in the massive club. She could be anywhere and it could take at least an hour to find her, probably more. Annelise cursed herself as she moved to stand and instantly fell backwards onto the chaise as her head spun. She knew she was lightheaded before she came to Caius, why didn’t she just tell him first? Slowly, she made her way to the door on her wobbly legs, gripping the door frame for balance as she held her throbbing head as her vision faded in and out.

Where to start? Most would be crowding in the modern areas, but Annelise didn’t know this woman. She knew she was older, but that didn’t say anything about her personality. Many ancient vampires liked to hang around their own eras, but she had still seen plenty who were happy to stay with the present. Better to go with the norm though, she thought. So she started up, trying to keep her balance as she made her way up and up and up, moving groggily through the years. Though she had been with the coven for three years Annelise still found it confusing trying to find her way around the club. Having a brain that was slowly giving up on her didn’t help.

Finally she made her way closer the top and spotted Lyndi’s pale golden locks. She thanked the darkness of the room as she leaned against the wall and watched her, just close enough to hear what she said. Annelise finally relaxed, her eyes constantly threatening to droop shut as Leotychides approached Lyndi. Her eyes snapped open as the exchange ended within seconds with Lyndi disappearing and leaving Annelise struggling to find her and keep up agian. The brunette gave a weak groan and pushed herself off the wall, picking up the pace and quickly regretting it as she fell back on her ass the second she entered the hallway, her vision going black.

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The bartender came to him shortly after Caius gestured toward the blood slave. He had no need to request a drink, for the female vampire working the bar already knew what he would ask for. Most, if not all, of the bartenders were familiar with his preference for wines. After all, it was he who had decided that each bar ought to be equipped with an assortment of the drink. Unlike the majority of his fellow vampires, Caius declined the addition of blood to his drink, for the only reason he drank was to savor the taste. He spoke to the saying that old habits die hard.

As he sipped the dark, burgundy drink from its glass, he watched Aphrodite. It was obvious, however, that he was not paying as much attention as he ought to have, for his fangs descended as he relaxed to the pulse of the music. He looked away from her as Leo walked by and nodded. A strange female walked beside him, and he wondered only briefly who she might be. He trusted Leo, however, and knew that the older vampire had good intentions. His eyes flew back toward Aphrodite to see that she had pinned the woman to a wall. The blood slave gave a slight cry, and Caius merely lifted his glass to his lips. A few within the room turned to watch her, for even those of Caius's age could not help being fascinated by the primal instincts of a fledgling.

The scent of blood hit him, and even if he had wanted to, he probably could not have been able to retract his fangs. Though he was able to keep himself from starving by feeding from Annelise, he was incapable of filling himself, for she would certainly die. Calmly, he sipped the wine before placing the stemware on the bar. The blood slave made a sound similar to a whimper, and her eye turned pleadingly toward Caius as he approached.

In a fluid motion, he gripped her around the waist and pinched at two pressure points on either side of her jaw, effectively causing her to open it. His age gave him far more strength than her, so he easily lifted her and moved back toward the bar. The blood slave, meanwhile, slowly retreated from the room. "Are you sated now?" he asked, setting her on the bar stool he had previously occupied. His eyes lingered on the faint ring of blood around her lips. "Well, I should hope so." Caius took a seat beside her, and he reached across for his wine. "Now, I have an exigent obligation to attend to, cara." He sipped from the glass again before asking the vampire behind the counter to fill it once again. "If you were to wait in an adjoining room, however, I shall be with you shortly after." Caius picked his wine up once more and smiled down at her, fangs poking out again. "I do hope you will be able to control your impulses for now."

Having been unsure of her origins, Caius knew not which room she was in. However, he had narrowed it down to the top floor before he had even begun his hunt for the woman. Eventually, he found her within a room designed much like an old, Germanic tavern. Though he had never spent much time in them when he was younger, Caius knew that a room like this was in demand. The large number of vampires within the room only confirmed his belief.

She sat in a corner, her near-white locks giving her away. Wine still in hand, he made his way toward her and then stopped. "I have rid of my...what did you call them? Ah yes, groupies." A corner of his mouth quirked upward in a sudden motion, exposing a fang, and then both as he pulled his lips back slightly. Caius grabbed a nearby chair and twisted it around with one hand so that he could straddle it and face Lyndi. "Do tell me about yourself, stella. Have you given any thought to my offer?" He sipped from the glass after he spoke, placing his free hand on his knee.

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She was being followed.

As Lyndi traversed through the rooms. One smell stayed constant, wafting about her from a distance. It was Caius' cowering little creature, tailing her from afar. One thing that those in the Coven would soon learn about her: She didn't like being followed. The viking sighed heavily as she walked mindlessly, clearly leading the girl around. She didn't bother trying to lose her in the crowds, though she seemed to have done so anyways. For no particular reason, the vampire followed the scent and made her way towards the source. She kept herself hidden, pressed against the wall as she blended with the shadows. She couldn't blame Caius for not trusting her. She wasn't an easy person to trust. Perhaps seeing and leaving his blacked out little human in a hallway would further his distrust. But, the little whelp wasn't her responsibility to care for. She stared at her for a moment and a half before retreating back to the room where she first saw Leo. He wasn't there, of course.

Shaking her head at herself, she moved to a dark corner of the room and sat down in silence with her head down, meditating. A voice familiar rung in her ears but she didn't move until Caius sat. Her head moved upward slowly until her piercing, icy blue eyes were gazing deep into his red ones. She hated talking about herself. But it wasn't as though Caius couldn't find out from Leo. That was assuming that Caius knew Leotychides was her Maker. She crinkled her nose in slight annoyance before rolling her eyes, placing her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. Splaying her fingers across her cheek, she gave a nod. “My name is Satt Óg Samlyndi. I'd tell you my hometown but I don't have one. I was a Shield Maiden in my human life. I was a mercenary and an assassin. As I'm sure you're aware, I've carried my occupation on over into my undead life as well.”

She paused a moment to wave over a waitress carrying a platter of wine and blood. She grabbed one of the smooth, wooden mugs that smelled heavily of O-negative blood and honey mead. A sip of it hit the spot and she closed her eyes, her chest growing warm as the thickish liquid poured down her throat. Setting down the large mug, she looked around. She was reminded of the Renaissance days. She couldn't help but to smile just a tad, exposing both of her fangs. “I was young when my Maker turned me. Not yet in my twentieth year. I was in a Coven of three others; A Spartan Prince, my Maker, and two brothers. One a former Roman architect and the other a former procurator. I was turned after my seven human brothers turned on me and attempted to murder me. They were my first meal.” She held a somewhat dangerous smirk on her face now, as if proud of killing her brothers. It was obvious that she held no regret for the act even after so many centuries. It was even more obvious that she did not take betrayal lightly.

“I was with my three men for many centuries. We were great friends, them and I. However, our time was cut short. Yet another betrayal by the one I trusted most. My Maker chose a piece of ass over me. And the others. He met some woman – Perhaps you'd heard of her; She had a reputation. She was the original Jezebel. Went about seducing men and getting them to kill prostitutes for her. Leo was pining so bad for some pussy that he slaughtered nearly every prostitute in London to get up her skirt. I told him to stop it. That wasn't who he was. We fought. He put hands on me. I left. The Domitianus brothers had left before me but I found out that they later went back after Leo to try and reason with him. They underestimated Jezebel's age and power. All three were killed. Or... I assumed that.”

Her expression was sharper now, eyes narrowed dangerously as she leaned over the table. “But it seems like my Maker is under your employment. Otherwise, there's no way you would have found me.” If anyone could track her with relative ease, it would be Leo. Her gaze softened as she leaned back some. “He betrayed me. He hurt me. He let me believe for nearly an entire century and a half that he had been dead. Our former Doyen and Regent are dead because of him. He's known where I was. Knowing him, he's been stalking me. I hope you realize that I have every reason in the fucking world to turn you down and laugh in your face.” Her well arched brows perked slightly as she gave a soft chuckle, nonchalant in tone. She truly did have every reason to say no. She knew that her Maker was certainly in a position of power here. It'd be an insult to him if he wasn't. The idea of working for him was both comforting and repulsing.

“But... I will admit that this is a unique opportunity. Your Coven is quite revered, as is yourself. Though your Regent is so highly spoken of as yourself.” She gave a small giggle at this. Caius' progeny didn't much carry a good reputation around with him. She knew already from what she had heard and seen herself that she didn't like him. She'd make no promises of respecting him. Nor would she make any such promise that she wasn't going to, at some point, kick his sniveling little ass. He deserved it and he hadn't even spoken to her yet. “You've certainly got a nice collection of vampires here. Your humans, however, leave something to be desired. I understand a desire to attract customers of many kinds, but don't you think that it's safe to leave the trash outside, where it belongs?” She adopted a more casual stance and tone now, leaning back in her chair and sipping on her drink as she prepared to lay out her terms.

“Whatever you've got prepared for me, I must reiterate that I will not take orders from babies. Considering that your Regent is still a child himself in nearly every sense of the word, I fear what sort of irresponsible fucks you've placed as your Prelates.” She gave a shudder that was half mocking and half serious. “By babies, I do mean anyone who's younger than a thousand and five hundred years in age. Nor will I take orders from your Regent. If I don't like your Prelates, I won't take orders from them. I would instead take orders directly from you. I cannot and will not guarantee that I won't hit people. Hard. I do not tolerate disrespect, especially from humans and fledglings. Any disrespect will be met swiftly with punishment. ... And. The next time you want to know something about me, just ask. Don't send your human puppies to follow me.”

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The Prince watched as Leandra moved towards the clothes, turning his head eventually even though she was hidden behind a partition. He could hear her heart pounding from the nerves, bringing the slightest of smirks to his face. However, her reappearance in the beautiful dress had his expression fall into one of awe. His mouth was left agape and his eyes vitreous as memories of older, better times flooded into his mind. For a few moments, in his eyes, Leandra had transformed into Lyndi and he could not help the wide smile from spreading across his face. His fangs were near to sliding out until her voice broke through his oneirism and brought him back to reality,

“Hmm? Oh, Giselle, eh? That's quite a classic.” A classic it was. Again, he couldn't help but to adopt an expression of reverie. The Moirai were toying with him, those witches. Bringing to him this woman that was almost a doppelganger of his Lyndi; They shared platinum locks and angelic visage, they lived to perform, and they were both met by him as young and wonder-eyed women who had yet to see the true colors of the world. Giselle, he remembered fondly. It was among Lyndi's favorite ballets. She had choreographed the original, his talented little vixen. Carlotta Grisi had been intended for the role but Lyndi wasn't going to have that. After all the work she had put into the original production, staying up even into the hours of daylight to guide the amateurs involved to help create her first masterpiece.

Lyndi broke Carlotta's legs to keep her from performing and need only to glare at the understudy. It was the last time he and his progeny had truly gotten along. Jezebel walked into his life a mere forty and some-odd years later. He hadn't noticed the darkening of his expression at first but eventually felt that his brow had begun to furrow. The charismatic liaison gave a nod of approval as he stood. “No worries – We have an entire room, much larger than all the others, dedicated to ballets. I'm sure that our maestro can play whatever your heart desires. Simply let him know what piece.” He moved towards the door at the back, passing through and maneuvering his way through the narrow passages. There were many doors on either side and eventually a staircase. The doors all had either the letters “A”, “B”, “C”, or “D” on them, marking them as either dressing rooms, feeding rooms, backstage, or entries to the main rooms.

After traversing up a set of stairs to the second floor and another set to the third floor, he lead his ward to a door marked with “D – Atticus”, indicating that it lead to the backstage area for the designated Elegant Room. The Elegant Room was the strictest room of all, almost a club within the club. It had its own dress code and emulated a concert hall. The folks that attended the performances there were of the sophisticated type and could be quite harsh critics. Most of them, like Lyndi and so many other vampires, were responsible for quite a few of the performances given and music played. Some thought it quite vain for the masters to want to witness their work over and over again. Leo could understand it. It was their intangible progeny, their art. He had confidence that Leandra would bring justice to her performance and please the crowd.

However, he soon had to depart. As soon as they were backstage he informed her that she would have to wait for the current dancer to finish her solo before going on. “Give it five minutes before going on. Give the crowd time to warm down from Swan Lake, catch your breath, and let the maestro know what you'll be performing. If you're as good as I hope then you just might make it into next month's productions; We do a new one every three nights. I'll be watching from the crowd.” He placed a kiss on her forehead for luck before disappearing after indicating to her where she should enter from. However, he had other plans that involved more than simply watching. As he made his way towards the patrons he noticed that most of the ones that could be viewed from the stage had already finished feeding and were simply enjoying the performance now. He offered a nod before pulling out his cell phone and texted the other Prelate, his friend and fellow Greecian, Artemus. **D-Atticus. Front row. And bring a snack with you.**

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Outwardly, the only sign he gave of noticing the roll of her eyes was a slightly cocked eyebrow. Within, however, he was already drawing up a mental picture of this woman, a self-proclaimed assassin. Yes, he wanted her, but he also knew from the time he had already spent in her presence that she was not easily restrained or ordered about. It was something he knew he would have to work around, for a vampire as old as she rarely changed her ways. He knew this, of course, from experience.

He watched the wine in his glass for a while as she spoke, but he found it hard to continue playing this facade of disinterest as she delved further into her backstory. He could not help but wonder if he would have known the two Romans she mentioned. But he focused on her once more as she smirked a frightening smirk, one he hadn’t expected to see on a face so angelic. No, she certainly was not a force to be reckoned with. Few would stand a chance against her. Perhaps even Caius would find her years of practice overwhelming. He hoped he would not have to find out.

By the time her backstory came to an end, he had finished the wine, and he set it down on the floor beside his feet. Initially, in response to her comment about turning him down, he only offered a bitter, feigned smile. She certainly did not mind over-stepping boundaries. Though it was an annoyance now, Caius also knew it could prove beneficial if channeled correctly. ”Leo spoke fondly of you, so I tracked you down,” he said after a while. ”You must understand, however, that while I believe your tale, Leotychides has yet to betray me. In fact, he has been quite a loyal follower over the years.”

Again, he replied with that grin of fake-amusement. Still, her soft chuckle was endearing, and he found it difficult to be angry with her for long. ”You flatter me,” Caius monotonously answered. ”Though I hardly need your approval of my Regent. At the passing of our previous Regent, he was most apt for the position. To promote him was only fitting.” He shifted on the chair slightly, draping his arms over the back so that he could lean back slightly. ”You will find that few humans enjoy spending their nights being fed on. Beggars can not be choosers, no? We are selective, of course, but it would be foolish to turn away decent blood.”

Caius mulled over her terms. She certainly was not asking for too much; he likely would have proposed the same conditions had he been in her position. Still, if he allowed her to defy Alastair and his Prelates, what was to say the others would not try to do so? Rebellion would ensue, and the Coven would certainly crumble. He folded his hands before his face in prayer style, elbows resting on the back of the chair. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

”I am willing to comply, but I, of course, have my own terms,” he said, voice making a very subtle shift into some other accent of his. This was, however, quite common and had likely occurred throughout the conversation. ”You will be allowed to fall only under my command. However, by doing so, I can not make you a true member of the Coven. You will merely be a mercenary of sorts. What would the Coven think if I began to make exceptions, especially for vampires I don't know well?” He smiled, this time in a genuine manner. ”A smart girl such as yourself can figure that out for yourself, I assume.”

”By roughly a millennium, I am older than you,” he said after a while, leaning toward her slightly. ”Despite the fact that I have contacted you, I do expect respect from you. Unlike you, I have a Coven of vampires at my disposal.”

Again, he leaned back and smirked that one-fanged smirk of his. ”Do we have an agreement then?”

She listened to his words with a cool smile, giving away nothing beneath her expression. Truly, she believed his Coven to be no match for her. Not when she had Leo wrapped about her finger so easily – Yes, she knew how he felt and she knew that he'd just love to make amends. The remainder if Caius' Coven were practically children and none with half the experience that she and Leo had each. Combined, they could decimate them all. She had her own allies as well. Oh, yes. She could destroy his Coven if she wanted. However, with Caius' reputation, it could bring unwanted attention to her. Still, hanging around him and his Coven in this damned club of his would draw attention to her anyways. But... She had no reason to kill or disrespect Caius just yet.

She thought about his terms with a musing expression taking over her face. “I'm feeling rather magnanimous tonight, so I'll make a better deal.”

She rose from her seat and approached Caius, placing one hand on the table as she leaned down closer to his face, a coy smile across her lips. “One week. For one week, I'll try this out. If I mesh well with your Prelates – I'm assuming Leo's one of them – then I'll stay. And take orders from them, provided that they aren't bullshit. The moment I feel like things just aren't going to work out, I'll be on my way. I don't like the idea of being a sellsword with only one client. It's not good for the cash flow, I'm sure you understand. But, if I decide that I like it here, I'll be a good girl and get you better blood slaves.” She lifted a brow and gave a smile that exposed her fangs as she leaned a little closer. “So, do we have a deal?”

It annoyed him greatly that he could not tell what she was thinking behind that cool smile of hers. It was not that he was dense, of course, she was merely a worthy adversary, and he had not come across many in his recent years. Caius grew more attentive as an expression of musing began found its way across her features.

Magnanimous? He hardly had time to react to her arrogance before she leaned down to him. He truly couldn’t complain about her offer. It was, perhaps, better than his. Still, he would have preferred keeping her away from the rest of the Coven. His mind searched for proof to back up his argument, and he found himself thinking to Martin Luther, who could easily be named the cause for the Holy Roman Empire’s decline. That would only happen, however, if the others decided to follow Lyndi. Already he wondered who Leo would choose to side with.

He smirked back up at her, both fangs poking out from between his teeth now. Quickly, his tongue ran over his fangs. They were close enough now that he could feel her breath on him as she spoke. The pros would outweigh the cons, he was certain. ”You have yourself a deal, beautiful,” he replied softly. ”I am certain my Coven will not disappoint.”

“Wonderful.” Her smile grew a bit wider and her expression drew from that of coyness to one that seemed to mesh more naturally with her face, her eyes showing tenderness and her smile gentle, inviting even. She leaned in unexpectedly, pressing her lips against his. She left them there for a moment before using a fang to nick his bottom lip, brushing her tongue against the rill of blood that she had produced before moving back to her seat. She held now a more mischievous, yet still endearing, expression across her face. “Don't let it go to your head, darling. Call it my signature on the dotted line.” She gave a whimsical wave of her hand before offering a playful wink. “Here's to hoping things work out, yes?” She had grabbed two mugs of blood and honey mead as a waitress – or wench, she might say – and passed one to Caius, raising her own in a toast.

The kiss was unexpected, and though he had promised himself that he would love no one but Lydia, he found himself drawn into her like a fly to a flytrap. He lifted one hand slightly as if he were going to cup her face, but he merely held it in the middle of the air as he twisted his head to more easily accept the kiss. This all happened in a moment, of course, but his reaction time was impressive given his heightened senses. When she left her mark on his lip, he was hardly startled. It did not hurt him, for it certainly did not compare to the pain of transformation, which most vampires never forgot. Caius merely flicked his tongue along the bead of blood as he watched her. Still watching her closely, either in distrust or enrapturement, he accepted the mead and smirked back. "Hear, hear," he purred, raising his own glass so that it clinked against her's before he sipped from it.

“Fabulous,” she purred in return. She could tell that if she could get him to stop moping long enough to realize it's benefiting nobody, they'd have quite a bit of fun, the two of them. She put the thought on hold to chug her drink after their toast, slamming the mug down onto the table. “You should smile more often – Being pissy isn't solving any problems or bringing anyone back, y'know.” She was certainly bold in addressing people's behaviors, even that of the Doyen's. She still smiled at him, placing a hand across his and emanating a vibe of truly caring. She had an effect on people, making them feel as though only they mattered. As though they were truly special to her. It had helped her move through life with ease.

He shrugged, moving the mug of honeyed mead and blood in a circular pattern that caused the liquid to slosh about slowly while maintaining eye contact. "I am certain that you have good intentions, but until you truly know what I have seen and done, I suggest you keep your words of wisdom to yourself or to the 'babies'." Still, it had been the first time someone had brought it up to him, and besides what he had said, he was not sure how to reply to her. Instead of building upon his statement, he raised the mug to his lips again and finished it off.

Rather than drinking her own liquid, the viking watched her employer while withdrawing her hand from his. “My, my. Defensive one, I see,” she teased lightly. She lifted her chin some and tilted her head back with a soft laugh. “I guess I'm going to have to teach you a thing or two about loosening up.” He was such a Negative Nathan. She wasn't going to be ordered about by a shell of man, she knew that much. His moping presented her with a challenge and it was one that she was ready to tackle. Besides, it had the bonus of getting under Leo's skin.

"I wish you luck then," he remarked."Aut viam inveniet aut viam faciet." He wondered briefly what languages she spoke, what moments in history she had witnessed. Caius could tell the conversation was coming to a close, so he glanced about for Annelise, assuming she had followed Lyndi. "Enjoy yourself now, won't you? I hope we cross paths later tonight, bella." With that, he slowly stood and smirked subtly at her.

Silently accepting the challenge, she lifted the remainder of her drink to him and responded with a smile and a nod.

The game was afoot.

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Character Portrait: Leandra Annibelle Gates Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Leotychides Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen
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Rain fell hard in Detroit the next night as Caius stalked through the streets toward Blood Bath. His house certainly was not in reasonable walking distance to and from the club, but he had never enjoyed driving in a car. Annelise, of course, walked beside him. After finding her passed out on the floor, he had refused to drink from her or let her leave his side. Instead, he had reluctantly begun to consume his supply of blood from the local hospital.

There was a noticeable difference, however, between fresh blood and the stuff he had obtained through the blood bank. It left him, to put it generally, in an irritable mood. Then again, when wasn't he at least slightly irritable? This change about him would easily go unnoticed by those who did not speak with him. Those who had known the vampire for years, however, would be able to detect this disturbance, even if it were slight.

He held the door for Annelise, acting subconsciously, for though he might discriminate against humans consciously, his subconscious certainly did not sense the difference. Caius's hair had basically plastered itself to his face, for he had worn nothing but a leather jacket over himself to protect himself from the rain. With his hands back in the pockets of his jacket, he gave his hair a quick flick to attempt to shake the water from it. Only a few drops scattered about.

"Watch yourself tonight," he said, turning toward Annelise. "Lude tutum."
He paused, realizing his Latin would easily go over her head. "Play it safe." Caius set off then, for he had come that night with a goal in mind. There had been rumors, already, of a new member of the staff that he had yet to meet. In each telling of the story, one name continued to reappear.

Leotychides. Caius finally came across him, and the dark-haired vampire approached the Spartan. "Good evening," he said first, always one to observe formality. For a moment, he smirked at the older vampire. However, this smile began to fade as he thought of how to approach the subject. "Rumor has it that there is a new dancer here. She's quite talented, from what I hear." He paused for a moment to see how Leo reacted. "I should like to meet her, of course, to see this talent of hers."

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Character Portrait: Ada Marshall Character Portrait: Leandra Annibelle Gates Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Leotychides Character Portrait: James Alexander Fortier Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi Character Portrait: Cheveyo
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Ah, the comforts of home.

Leotychides was one of the relatively few Vampires who called Blood Bath home. However, he wasn't alone. He had allowed Cheveyo to remain with him for the night. He intended to let him loose into the club when night fell so that Lyndi might happen upon Despite his hunger, he refrained from feeding on Cheveyo and Leandra the previous night. Cheveyo was Lyndi's and she had always been extremely greedy when it came to her blood. However, Leandra... His beautiful Leandra. He woke and thought of her immediately, sliding his fangs out with a groan. He wasn't going to just bite her like a common blood bag. He knew that feeding could either be a wonderful or traumatizing experience and he wanted her first time being fed from to be amazing. He wanted her to crave the feeling of his fangs against her smooth flesh.

Smirking to himself, he rose from his bed and stretched out with a yawn. He moved around at lightening speed, dressing himself after a shower. He settled for his usual black tank top and loose jeans, though he added a dash of color by sliding on a red plaid shirt over it, not bothering to button it up. He could hear Cheveyo moving around in another part of the room but he didn't bother to check up on him until he had tousled his own hair and pulled out his phone, texting Leandra to meet him in about thirty minutes. Shoving his phone into his pocket, he headed towards the sound of Cheveyo moving around and found the massive Native American doing pushups. Lifting a brow, Leo gave a nod. “We're opening soon; You should probably make yourself presentable. Unless you intend to be shirtless when you reunite with Lyndi.” He was sure that Lyndi wouldn't complain so much about that. Leo was about as heterosexual as men came but he wasn't afraid to give credit where credit was due – Cheveyo was an attractive man.

The Native American gave a wordless nod and Leo sighed, glancing at the clock nearby. “Lila will be here shortly. I need to go help open up. When Lyndi arrives I'll have Lila send her back here.” The two gave quiet nods before Leo left with an awkward silence lingering in the air. He walked through the halls with a cool manner about him, smiling at those that he passed. He moved at a rather human pace as he aided the blood slaves that lived in Blood Bath, usually with picking out outfits. He negotiated some time off for some of them due to injuries suffered the previous night. While he didn't much care for humans any more than they cared for cattle, he still retained some form of humanity. He certainly wasn't going to ruin the club's image by sending out blood slaves who looked broken and beaten down. That was just tacky. He made sure that everyone working that night looked their absolute best, greeting guests with smiles and civility. It didn't take too long for the parties to get underway, lights going dim and music blaring out. Leo was satisfied, taking up perch on the first floor so that he could greet Leandra when she arrived.

He was met first by his friend and Doyen, Caius. He already had a sense of what the man wanted to speak about, a fanged smirk coming to his lips. “Last night, yes. A wonderful young woman - Leandra - who is quite an addition. She came in seeking a job so I had her dance for me.” He gave a light chuckle and leaned his head back. “And she's mine.” There was an edge of possessiveness in his tone but that was hardly – not at all – a disrespectful thing. It was merely common among Vampires to assert their ownership over their personal humans. “She should be reporting in for work soon enough, old friend.” He gave Caius a light pat on the back and leaned his head back some, putting his nose to the air so that he could sniff out his human.

Cheveyo had hardly slept at all that night. He hadn't even gone back to the hotel, deciding that he would stay at the club. He wasn't particularly sure why. Perhaps it had to do with Lyndi being there. The thought of leaving the place while she was there was simply not an option to him. He would stay, praying that when he greeted her she would welcome him. He had tossed and turned on the cot that was far too small for him, imagining a thousand ways that their reunion could go. Of course, in his mind, it always had a happy ending. All he wanted was to just hug her tight and nourish her. He missed the days of being needed by someone. Many thought that it was strange for such a large and strong man to be so dependent on... Anyone, really. But he had absolutely shame in his dependence upon the viking goddess. He literally owed her everything.

The next night couldn't come fast enough and he had spent all day mentally preparing himself for the meeting that was only hours away. He was offered food and drinks when he had wandered out and found the den where the blood slaves who either had no other home or simply didn't want to leave lived at. He was glad that he wouldn't have to starve – He was a big man and he tended to eat a lot. There were women there – and men – who attempted to get him to stay, trying to seduce him. But he left them behind. He wasn't one to say “no” to people but he wouldn't let anyone sully his reunion with Lyndi. He returned to Leo's room after getting his fill of food, proceeding to a workout once night came. He tended to work out when he got anxious. He hadn't been this anxious in a long time – With Lyndi, he had no need to be. When she was gone, he hadn't expected her to come back or contact him. He dreamed it, of course. Tonight... His dream would become a reality.

By the time Leo had woken, Cheveyo was ready to go. But he was being left behind until Lyndi arrived. He understood. Leotychides had a job to do and Chev couldn't pad around behind him like a puppy. He couldn't hang around by himself either. Not unless he wanted to be fed on. So, he waited. It didn't take longer than an hour or so until Lila had come for him, opening the door and wordlessly motioning for him to follow. He offered her a kind smile as she lifted a brow in approval of his physique. “You're going... Shirtless. For the night?” She didn't seem to have a problem with it as she lead him through the halls. Cheveyo gave a deep chuckle and nodded, his shoulder-length locks swaying a bit while he stroked his beard and mustache. “I am. It's hot and I don't want to wear a shirt.” Lila left it at that, not feeling a need to put up a fuss about it. She guided him to the bar on the first floor, nodding to Caius and Leotychides as she passed by them. “James! Please keep an eye on this one until his Vampire arrives. By order of Leotychides.” Cheveyo watched as she gave a light bow before speeding off with her clipboard.

James walked down the sidewalk with his eyes closed, thinking back to the events of the previous night. He thought about Ada, what she'd said...what they'd done. Then his thoughts wandered back to the beautiful vamp he'd met...Lyndi... The name echoed through his thoughts. She'd definitely left a mark on him. He remembered her mentioning working at the club as well.

As his thoughts grew and consumed him, he mentally shook himself. There was no reason to think so hard. He shrugged to himself and concentrated on his steps. Though he lived a few miles from the club, he enjoyed walking anyway. The air and time allowed him to think and psych himself up for work. After all, he did need a clear mind if he were to be tossing bottles everywhere.

Lyndi had left Blood Bath shortly after having made negotiations with Caius and finishing a few more drinks. She had no desire to become a target of Leotychides' conversation. She wasn't ready to exchange words with him just yet. At least not around others. She knew that as soon as she had a moment alone with him she was going to punch him in his dick. He deserved a hell of a lot more for what he had done but she was in a rather good mood. Why? Maybe it was because of James' charms softening her up or that kiss she'd given Caius – Though the latter was merely sealing a deal rather than an act of pleasure or affection.

She was returning tonight to begin work. She was supposed to be working as entertainment in the 90s' area of the club. She had brought a small clutch with her, strutting down the street with swaying hips in a tight dress that was dangerously close to rising up and showing a bit more flesh in the back than was acceptable in society. She didn't mind. She was out to draw attention to herself tonight. Plush lips painted blood red were curled into a coy, fanged smirk as matching ruby eyes glimmered under the moonlight. She could hear the sounds of excited vamps and humans alike as she neared the club, though one person in particular caught her gaze. The voluptuous woman increased her pace as she approached the bartender, her black heels clicking against the asphalt and rocks giving her away.

“Miss me?”

Hearing the scattering of gravel, James turned around to spot Lyndi, and she was stunning. Her outfit accentuated all the right parts of her, and her beauty was beyond eye-catching. At first, his mouth drooped slightly, but it was quickly replaced by a cool smile. He stood, waiting for her with his right arm extended to her.
"How could I not, lovely?"

His eyes ran up and down her body multiple times, attempting to take all of her in. There goes all that concentration I'd hoped to regain. When she approached him, he took her hand in his, giving it a gentle kiss. She must've been hired, considering she'd returned; James didn't think she was the type to do things without reason.

"So you will be gracing my eyes with your beauty tonight as well, ange?"

Ah, his charm remained. She lifted a well groomed brow as he placed a kiss on her hand, letting herself slide closer to him. They were close enough now that if she would – for whatever odd reason – breathe, every inhale would cause her ample chest to rise and brush against him. She was not a tall person, her three inch heels boosting her up so that they were even in height. “You are too kind, James.” As she withdrew her right hand, she placed it upon her hip and pitched her left side up with her right knee bent a bit in an age-old pose. “I've agreed to a one week trial period. If I like it, I'll stay. I get the club badge and everything,” she teased. Her tone was playful, her red eyes glimmering with a unique innocent seduction that she had perfected over the centuries, a look that had won over countless men and women.

She moved closer – as impossible as it seemed – so that they were pressed against one another, now moving her left hand to drag a well-manicured nail down his arm slowly, pausing to give his biceps a gentle squeeze. There was excitement in her eyes – partially feigned though played perfectly as fully sincere – as she admired the man. “How could I turn down an offer to work alongside such a man as yourself, mon amour?”

James softly chuckled, fully noting that her bosom as well as the rest of her body was pressed against him. This woman...she really knows how to use her art of seduction. Though he knew she was attempting to entice him, he refused to admit that it was working. As she trailed her nail down his arm, his thoughts somehow migrated back to Ada. A pang of something like guilt hit him, making him take a half step away from her. He turned back to the club, putting her left arm through his right and grasping her hand.

"Oh, now you're being the one that's far too kind, belle. You flatter me. And a week trial period, huh?"

A trial period was a nice way to put it. So he had a week to convince her to stay here... this could make to be one very interesting week. James leaned in to her ear, speaking barely above a whisper.

"I intend to make you long to stay here with me, and since I have a week to do so, I'll do my best to make it interesting."

The half-step back did not go unnoticed by the older vampire. Lyndi merely allowed him to guide her arm to his as they began to walk towards the club again, others passing them by as they went at a slow pace. A smirk flickered across her lips as he whispered into her ear, letting her head turn so that his lips brushed against her cool flesh. “Are you sure your human won't get too jealous?” There was some teasing in her tone, hiding the irritation she felt. James seemed like a fine young vamp. But, as it is with many young Vampires, he seemed to still have a weird attachment to humans. Honestly, she couldn't say anything about it. She'd slaughtered an entire Coven in Nebraska to protect Cheveyo. She claimed that it was solely to protect her honor and reputation. But she knew that she'd kill everyone and everything she saw if anything ever happened to him, especially if it was because of her.

That was information that she'd never reveal to anyone. Not even Cheveyo himself.

She kept a cool outer appearance, offerings winks and occasionally running her tongue over her fangs for the desire of those catcalling and whistling to her as she passed them by. “I can tell she doesn't like me – I'd hate to come between you and your girlfriend.” When Lyndi wanted something, she got something. She barely knew James so she couldn't say in truth that she gave a shit about him as anything more than good company. However, acquiring allies was a must in her profession. She knew how to play people as well as she knew how to play the violin. Her acting was flawless and few could resist her. She most certainly would not lose out to some bloodsack. She pulled away from James with an expression of what was utter disappointment, giving a shrug. She spoke no more words but her body language and face said it all; Sorry, but I guess we can't be friends. She gave a forlorn half smile and turned to walk away from him slowly, counting in her head to see how long it would take before he'd reach out.


Girlfriend. The word struck James, making him stop completely. After the events last night and what happened between him and Ada, he couldn't even fathom when he'd be seeing her again, much less her becoming his. As Lyndi pulled away from him, he watched her face and body. When she started to walk away, James thought to himself; he had to make a choice. Considering the position she'd been given, he knew Lyndi was an actress, just as he was, but even if this was just a performance, the chances of somehow getting her were still there. Would he try again to grasp a hold of Ada? So much came with that besides the weird moments they'd have together. There was also the fact that she is human, unlike him. He'd put up with the slightly odd treatment he'd gotten from other vamps before, but if he made her his, there'd be more than just a few sideways glances.

James sighed and took Lyndi's hand. He couldn't let her slip from him as well. Though he knew she gave a great performance, he knew that there was, once again, a reason behind it. She wouldn't have done so if she didn't want him to bite, and he wanted to oh so badly.

"Oh come now, chere. Don't leave me here in the cold."

He pulled her close to him, like they were earlier and put a hand on her lower back. James wanted her to know that she wouldn't be intruding if she continued with him. In fact, it'd be quite the opposite.


Lyndi withheld a smirk, keeping her face naive as he took her hand and pulled her close. There was tangible sexual tension between the two now and the look in her eyes suggested that she was going to rip his clothes off at the drop of a hat. As his hand moved to her lower back, her hands moved to cup his face gently. “So, why don't you give me a reason to stay.” Her tone was suggestive, her Icelandic timbre slipping up through the American accent as she bit down on her bottom lip, her fang just barely piercing her flesh. Inside, she was smirking. It wasn't usually this... quickly that she could genuinely steal a man away from a woman. Or a woman from a man. Most would take some time - minutes, hours, days - to trouble themselves with thoughts about the damage they'd do to the other person before they'd succumb to her. She drew the conclusion that James was a lover and that he was the type to fall hard and fast. Just like Leo. She wondered then... How long would it take for her to get him to Leo's level of adoration for her.

James smiled seductively and leaned in close. Then he took Lyndis hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it almost chastely. Though her eyes told him different, there wouldn't be any tearing of clothing soon. He looked into her eyes with a wide grin.

"Ready to unwrap your gift so quickly? Your week barely has gotten started. You wouldn't want to ruin the rest of your trial period would you?

He knew Lyndi had the power to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, but James wasn't going to give in so quickly. He kept a bit of himself reserved, making sure that he was making the correct choice. Besides, it'll be a challenge to make her wait, and he was sure she wouldn't disappoint either. He positioned her as he'd done before, but this time he brushed his lips against her neck as he turned her. "Don't ruin the fun, Lyndi."

He was challenging her. Perhaps there was a bit more to him. This elicited her usual smirk, her head canting to the side as his fangs made contact with her flesh. “Not even a taste just to get me to stay for the night?” She pouted a bit, her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly as the wind whipped her hair about with the night growing colder. “Just a tiny kiss?” Ah, the kiss. An art that Lyndi knew far better than most. She was a woman who didn't care if she had to use her body to get what she wanted and she knew exactly how to give people what they wanted. A kiss from her bound you to her and left you craving more. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed kissing people simply for the feel of it. Cold as she was, she had her own physical desires just as others. And James had some really nice lips.

James smiled shaking his head. There was no such thing as a tiny kiss with a woman like her. He gazed at her full, pouty lips longingly. He could only imagine how many had fell victim to those lips. Oh if he could, he would, but he knew that would seal his fate. He instead turned her head to the side and kissed her neck deeply, holding the opposite side to deepen the kiss even more. He then tugged on the skin slightly and licked it. If it was a kiss she wanted, she got it, though he was almost sure she wouldn't be completely happy with where it was placed.
"Like I said, let's not unwrap your gift too early chere."


He was good.

There was no sexual pleasure as he worked her neck. The feeling that swelled through her could be compared to that feeling a cat gets when you scratch in just the right spot behind their ears. Her hands had moved to his waist, gripping a bit tightly before she released. Perhaps reeling him all the way in wouldn't be so easy. Fair enough. Giving a smile, she pulled back and chuckled softly, a genuine chuckle. “I can see why you're a liaison specialist.” Her voice was a purr now as she took his hand and lead him through the crowd that had formed while they engaged in their game. It had been a while since she had found proper adversaries to her charms and games. She might just have to stay after all. She smiled to herself as she pushed past the people blocking the way while bouncers identified them, easily getting inside. Once inside, she turned to James and placed a hand out to stroke his face gently, applying some affection and enchantment into her gaze. “I'll come see you between breaks, yeah?”

James smiled as she lead him inside. He'd shown her why he was one of the best liaison specialists here, he'd earned it, just like she'd have to earn that kiss. He gazed at her as she stroked his face. He then pulled it to his lips once more, this time gently nipping it.

"I'll be waiting, ma belle."

James let go of her hand, smiling once again, and left to find his post for the night. It was time to get that concentration back and to get to work. Besides he'd find plenty of time to figure out how to make this week as fun as possible.

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Character Portrait: Ada Marshall Character Portrait: Leandra Annibelle Gates Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Leotychides Character Portrait: James Alexander Fortier Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi Character Portrait: Cheveyo
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Cheveyo tilted his head towards James before looking behind him at the drinks. “I will take some water if you have some back there, please.” His tone was polite and his timbre heavy with Hopi accent. Behind him, Leo watched carefully from the shadows with Caius before the old Vampire's head snapped to the left some. A sweet scent wafted under his nostrils and he could not help but to smile. He moved to take a step but stopped short at the sight of Ada storming through the crowd and damn near pushing over everyone who came near her. His red eyes flickered to see Lyndi watching the female and then glancing to Leo with a smirk. “A moment, dear friend.” He put on a stern expression as he moved through the crowd after patting Caius on the back, Vampires and humans alike parting for the Prelate as he made his way towards Ada. He soon lost sight of Cheveyo as he crossed the room but it didn't matter. Neither James or Lila would allow anything to happen to him. Lyndi was here, he could sense it. She wouldn't either. For now, Ada was his concern. He gave no warning as his super speed kicked in, flitting to her as she came into view. He was at her throat in an instant. He made sure to keep his grip light enough that he didn't crush her windpipe but tight enough that he was asserting his dominance and irritation.

“I don't know what your problem is. I don't give two fucks what your problem is. But you do not bring it here. You're an employee. Less than that, you're a human. You keep your fucking personal life at home because nobody here gives a shit. Fighting is one thing. It's entertaining. But this bullshit is unacceptable. Suck that shit up and get over it or go the fuck back home and cry there. Understood?” Heads turned as he pinned her to a wall, baring his fangs to her. His usually nonchalant tone and charming air was gone as he now gave of a dangerous and cutthroat vibe. Leo normally didn't police Ada other than breaking up her fights. He had given her a few unpaid weeks off work for harassing the more prestigious Vampires, caring little who she thought was right and who was wrong. He put up with her attitude because she generally knew when she was crossing a line. However, he could not put up with humans bringing their personal issues to work. They lost customers when they had their humans off crying in corners and running around like angst ridden teens. He had sworn fealty to Caius, but more than that, Caius was his friend. This Coven was his family even though there were a few who irritated him. This club was their business and their home. It was their temple. It would be a cold day in Tartarus before he would let some human with a shit attitude give this place a bad name. Vampires who could not control their humans were seen as weak. Since she was employed by them, she was theirs.

He gave her throat a final squeeze, letting her know that it wasn't a game. He considered a friend – Or about as much of a friend as he'd allow a human to be, more in the sense of a pet – But his ties to his Doyen and his Coven ran deeper. He would not have Caius or any of the other Vampires thinking lower of him because of his inability to control her. He let her get away with fights because they were normally with drifters and other humans. But his foot was coming down. Lyndi was here and if he was going to impress her and win back her respect and loyalty, he wasn't going to do it with his demonstration of unruly humans. “You can and you will be replaced, human. Put on a smile and go back to doing what you do best – Giving blood and fighting fights you know you can't win.” He released her roughly, letting her drop to the floor. He turned around, not caring whether or not she landed on her feet or crumpled to the ground. He was met by Lyndi, stopping as he took in her image. She looked... So lovely tonight. She was observing him as she so often did once before, though she held no affection in her eyes this time. She leaned to the left some, peeking behind him at Ada with a light look of amusement flickering across her face. “You run a tight ship, Captain. You'd probably be better off getting rid of her... But you always did like the chihuahuas... I'm singing a song for you tonight.” Her red eyes gleamed as she turned and headed for the stage, his eyes following her. He quickly and subtly readjusted his jeans before moving back to Caius. “I apologize for the wait. Lyndi says she's got a song for me. I promise I will take you to Leandra the moment it ends.”

He turned to see that she had already taken the stage, a light smile on his face. He had hopes that his worry and fear was for naught, that she had perhaps forgiven him already. He was her Maker, after all.

Lyndi smiled as the crowd cheered now that the show was beginning. The blue spotlight hit her and she lifted her chin. There was a sharp, reflexive intake of breath and a momentary flicker of confusion across her face as she spotted Cheveyo waving to her from the bar. Her gaze then went to Leo standing with Caius. Oh... She was truly going to enjoy this. She closed her eyes and took the mic as the band began to play behind her. She counted herself in before opening her eyes and allowing feigned emotion play across her face and seep into her voice as she sang. ♫“Cryin' on the corner, waitin' in the rain. I swear I'll never, ever wait again. You gave me your word but words for you are liiies.”♫ She let her gaze flicker over to Leo, seeing the embarrassment in his eyes as he realized what song it was, quickly leaving with Caius. She would have sung louder but she didn't much need to. She had made her point and struck his heart. She had no need to turn it into something petty. ♫“Darlin', in my wildest dreams I never thought I'd gooo. But it's time to let you know. I'm gonna harden my heart. I'm gonna swallow my teeaars. I'm gonna turn and leave you heeerrre. All of my life, I've been waitin' in the rain. I've been waitin' for a feeling that never, ever came. It feels so close but always disappears. Darlin', in your wildest dreams, you never had a clue. But it's time you got the news. I'm gonna harden my heart. I'm gonna swallow my tears. I'm gonna turn and leave you here.”♫ The crowd cheered as she swayed them with the pain in her voice, now moving about the stage and using her free hand to play it up, her hand over her heart. Her voice was sweet but powerful and she could not help but to feel... At home. It had been many years since she had been on a stage.

Her number was over and there were four more performances before her next one. She stepped down from the stage and made her way to the bar, graciously accepting the compliments paid to her. But she was in a rush. The moment she set eyes on her shirtless Native American, she could not help but to smile. Cheveyo stood and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Lyndi... It's been forever.” The large lummox of a man was on the verge of sobbing, his bottom lip quivering as he pouted and salty tears sliding down his cheeks. Lyndi's expression was much gentler than it had been in a long time. She reached up and brushed the tears away gently before taking a seat with him at the bar, seeing the glass of untouched water. “Let me guess: Leotychides brought you here to persuade me to stay.” She smirked as Cheveyo nodded to confirm it. Lyndi sighed and looked off nowhere in particular as she thought. This could certainly complicate things. She fully intended to continue playing her game of gathering allies by wrapping as many of the men around her fingers as she could... But Cheveyo. He hadn't seen her in some time and was likely to be overflowing with desire for the affection she once shared with him. If anyone were witness to this, it would ruin that. It would be difficult enough going for men that were all in the same Coven. Adding a human to the mix would just sully her name and destroy her reputation. She wasn't sure if she was a bit excited for the challenge to her skills or frightened. Nah. She wasn't scared. Of all the things a Vampire could and would do, being a bit on the polygamous side while not telling the people involved was hardly a thing to bat one's eye at. It wasn't like she was going to make them fall in love with her. She just needed them to lust for her.

Except James and Leo. Leo, she could do nothing about. But she knew that once Leo had believed she had forgiven him he wouldn't care whether or not she was in love with him. She knew that he just wanted their relationship as Maker and Progeny to be repaired. James... She knew that she might have to put some effort into actually wooing him if she was going to sever his romantic and sexual ties with Ada. She didn't like the human – The blood slave had no place in the world that she was creating. She eventually came back down from her thoughts and turned to Cheveyo. “Things are a bit different than they were those years ago. … Much different.” She conversed to him in his native tongue, putting emphasis on her words so that he understood. He understood her better than most and gave a nod. It broke his heart some but he knew that perhaps he could change her mind or work something out. He had never mind sharing her – He shared Lyndi with his sister when Cho was alive. And they both knew that she had other partners that she used for personal and political gain as well. It wasn't something that bothered him. But... he knew what other Vampires would think of the strange relationship they had. Lyndi gave a nod before bringing him close. Her lips brushed his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. She reveled in his scent before biting down gently. She took a few moments to take some of his blood before releasing him. “You should go dance and make friends... I know you want to.” Their reunion was short lived and not quite as romantic or even sentimental as he had hoped it would be. But it was to be expected when it was so public.

He gave a nod, proudly moving towards the dance floor with his quirky and rather spastic dance moves. She shook her head with a soft laugh before setting her gaze on James. “Je vais prendre un O nég végétarien Four Horsemen.” She gave him a beautiful and fanged smile and a wink, placing her hands on the bar. Leo, meanwhile, had taken Caius and made his way to find Leandra. He was still upset and embarrassed at the song that Lyndi had dedicated to him. He shook the memory from his mind as he followed her scent -- and her text -- to the dressing room that he had interviewed her in the previous night. He pushed the door open and smiled as he greeted her, moving to take the hand she was using to rub at her neck and pressed her palm to his lips. “Lovely Leandra, I would like you to meet Caius. He is the Doyen of our Coven, our Leader, as well as the owner of this establishment. I fear that he has some doubts of your performance despite all the praise. He would like to see you dance tonight. Perhaps you have another beautiful number prepared?” He gave her his most charming smile as he moved a little closer, still keeping his hold on her hand while motioning to his brooding friend. He glanced down at her neck and resisted biting her then and there, though he knew that he needed to bite her soon.

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Caius also noted the sweet scent of Ada's bleeding wound, but he held himself back with very little change in his expression. He also sensed her attitude even before she slammed herself into another being. Caius nodded in response to Leo as the Spartan moved through the crowd. He, in turn, took the seat Leo left vacant. Without even speaking with Leo, Caius knew what the older vampire had in mind. He certainly would have moved in too if Leo hadn't. Caius simply blinked as Leo clutched her throat. It served her right, for an attitude often turned off the vampires who frequented the club, and Caius certainly couldn't have that.

Caius tried to make eye contact with Ada, hoping she would see that this was his doing, deep down. He didn't even need to lift a finger to punish her. He could see the tendons in Leo's arm tighten as his hand also tightened about her throat. How dare she think she was above them in anyway? How dare she think she could bring her problems here? Humans certainly weren't good for much more than feeding from. Finally, she was released, and Leo began to make his way back to Caius -- only to be stopped by Lyndi. They spoke to each other, and Caius certainly wasn't surprised, for it had been Leo who originally requested that Lyndi be invited to join his Coven.

Again, he nodded while looking toward the stage. "Understood." And it was, for if it were Lydia who had approached him, Caius knew he would have been unable to leave either. There was already a confident air about her as she took the stage. The blue spotlight gave her scarlet dress a purplish hue instead. He could have sworn that there was a hint of something across her visage, but it passed almost as quickly as he had noticed it, so he paid no mind to it.

He pinpointed the song within the first few notes. Harden My Heart. Quarterflash. It was a tune he had not heard in years, for it often was not a request in the club. Her eyes flickered open as her voice came in. Oh, it was beautiful. He had not heard a voice like hers in ages perhaps. Rindy Ross had a wonderful voice, but Lyndi quickly put her to shame. Leo had walked off, but Caius remained, his lips parting and his fangs showing as he let her voice shake him to the bone. Her voice flawlessly rose on the last notes of the chorus, sending a shiver down his spine.

He tore himself away as the guitar solo began, but Caius could hear her singing the refrain once more. Was it possible to fall in love with a voice or at least fall for someone because of their voice? If it were, he had. But now, he shook the thought from his head and retracted his fangs once more as Leo opened Leandra's door. He removed his leather jacket then and folded it over his left arm. His outfit below was quite similar to the one he had worn yesterday: tight jeans tucked into dark boots and a band shirt with the sleeves unevenly cut off. This time, however, he wore a shirt with Jim Morrison emblazoned across it. Once, he had tried to copy the hair style of The Doors' singer, but his hair lacked the volume necessary to achieve Jim's boyish waves.

He followed Leo in, but he kept a few steps back as the vampire greeted the human. There was, quite obviously, a similarity between she and Lyndi, and Caius wondered if perhaps she too reminded Leo of the blonde vampire. When Leo gestured towards him, Caius simply nodded and took the same hand Leo had taken. He pressed the back of it gently against his lips. His fangs just barely poked out between them, brushing against the skin as he moved the kiss very slightly up her hand before letting go of her hand. "Good evening," he said, his typical English accent mixing with one that sounded vaguely Southern. It would only seem odd to Leandra, of course, for his Coven was used to the ever-changing accents in which he spoke.

"Leotychides speaks highly of you. Hopefully, by the end of the night, I shall too."

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James smiled and nodded. “Sure thing.” He turned around, tossing a few cubes of ice into a glass and pouring some water into it. He sat it down in front of the large man and continued to attend to the other customers while still keeping an eye on him. If someone managed to take a bite out of him while he was under James’s watch, he’d catch it from Leo. The thought itself was thoroughly unpleasant.

After taking care of another customer, James heard some commotion and looked up to see Ada storming through the crowd. Just from a glance at her, James could tell she was completely pissed. Stuff like this wouldn’t likely go by well with any of the higher ups, especially Leo. His first instinct was to hop over the counter and subdue Ada before someone else had a chance to, but… James looked back at the man at the bar. He couldn’t lose sight of him, and James knew that Ada was too far away for him to get her and watch him at the same time. James could only watch as Leo sped to her, and put his hand around her throat.

James’s fists tightened slightly, wanting to go protect her, but he knew that Leo wouldn’t kill her. He’d just scare her for now. Damn it, cheré… Feeling a bit helpless he watched the scene, hoping it’d end quickly. Once Ada was released, James once again had to urge to go get her, but the vampire the man was waiting for hadn’t arrived yet. Shit! James watched Ada for a bit more, then reluctantly returned to his duties. He filled drinks as vamps and blood slaves readied themselves for a show.

James turned to see Lyndi on the stage smiling at her audience. To James’s surprise, the bulk of a man that he was supposed to be watching waved eagerly at Lyndi, and by the look that crossed her face, she definitely knew him. Was she who he was waiting for? This had begun to get a bit…interesting. So she also had a human in her life that she was familiar with. He also watched as she looked at Leo before she began to sing. Oh so she knows Leo as well?

James sat back and listened to the song. Her voice was beautiful and the audience loved it…except Leo. He observed as Leo became increasingly uncomfortable and escorted Caius out of the room. Oh so the song’s about Leo. James chuckled lightly to himself, wondering how deep their ties ran.

When the song ended, he clapped and cheered along with the crowd as she made her way over to the bar. James, pretending to be busy with drinks, watched as the man wrapped his arms around Lyndi. The look on her face was so gentle, so genuine. That gave her away. It was obvious that she had feelings for him, and he absolutely loved her. She wiped tears from his face and sat with him. James grinned to himself as he poured drinks and pieced together this puzzle of a woman. First, she had deep ties to Leo, and apparently they aren’t on good terms as of right now. Second, Lyndi had a human that she had serious feelings for, maybe even loved. His thoughts wandered back to Ada. He felt horrible about not being able to do anything to help her when she needed him. He really needed to talk to her as soon as he could.

james waited until they’d finished talking in another language before glancing back at the pair. He witnessed her place a very intimate bite on the man’s neck. That merely confirmed what he thought. He turned away as she instructed for him to go dance.

“Je vais prendre un O nég végétarien Four Horsemen.”

James turned around pulling the liquids from the shelves and mixing them. He smiled at her and served up the drink. As he sat the drink in front of her, James brushed his fingers along her jaw. “Your drink ma ange.” She was quite beautiful, and he knew it’d be hard to resist her. However, what he’d just seen made him want to try to reel her in closer. He wanted to know more about this mysterious woman.

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Leandra turned as she heard the door to the dressing room open. Leo entered, greeting her as he did so. He grasped her hand gently, laying a kiss to her palm.

“Lovely Leandra, I would like you to meet Caius. He is the Doyen of our Coven, our Leader, as well as the owner of this establishment." Leandra's focus drifted to the threshold of the doorway, just beyond Leo's right shoulder. There stood Caius - Leandra had seem him out of the corner of her eye in passing the day before, but up close in person his presence was defined. The air around him seemed to bow away in respect.

She knew she had her work cut out for her then.

Leo's voice continued to pour forward, smooth as silk. "Leandra, I fear that he has some doubts of your performance despite all the praise." Leandra's eyes snapped back to Leo's face as the words left his mouth. Caius had doubts? The guy who would be paying her had doubts? She hoped that her face didn't betray her thoughts.

Leo's next words offered some hope, though. "He would like to see you dance tonight. Perhaps you have another beautiful number prepared?” She felt almost instant relief at the words - she was going to get the chance to prove herself again. And this time it would be for the owner.

Leo moved in closer then, his smile infecting her as she offered her own brilliant one. "Of course..." she began, her attention turned towards Caius.

A voice that held an old-world charm spoke, velvet and raw all at the same time. Leandra couldn't place it - something felt off about it, but at the same time, it sounded so pure. "Leotychides speaks highly of you. Hopefully, by the end of the night, I shall too." Caius had stepped in just before he spoke, leaving a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. She continued to smile, the flattery of their gestures and words seeping into her.

It was the first time that Leandra had heard Leo's full name spoken, and her eyes glided once more to his face. "I do have something I can show you."

Turning from the men for a moment, she leafed through a few costumes she had brought on the rack. Pulling out a hand-sequined black, white and blue starched tutu, she disappeared behind a folding screen as she began to speak.

"Well, I suppose I can do something different than what I did last night. Something strong, I suppose - Esmeralda's dance." She slipped out of her dress, and quickly pulled on the leotard and tutu, before emerging from behind the screen. She offered both Leo and Caius a brilliant smile, before doing a slow spin to show off the costume. "I made this one myself. I'm glad it still fits."

Walking over to the makeup table on the far wall, she turned her hair up into a tight bun, securing it with a hair elastic before pushing a few bobby pins into place to hold it secure. The prop shelves were her next destination, and she grabbed a tambourine. She then returned to the couch, put on her pointe shoes, and stood. Facing the males with a confident grin, she spoke again. "I figured we could use the main stage. I assume no one is there yet, right? If not, I don't mind using a smaller stage."

After waiting for a response, she made her departure from the two, promising them her best.

She made her way backstage, already feeling a part of the atmosphere of the theater. She was lucky - a few girls were practicing with the maestro, and upon speaking with him, he said he wouldn't mind a special performance for Caius. He seemed rather pleased to be doing it, actually.

Excusing herself from the other girls - who gave nods of recognition, though mostly blank looks - she made her way around to the back of the curtain, peering out while she waited to see Caius and Leo take their seats. Once she heard the tuning note from the conductor, she prepped herself, before the violins began to play, and she quickly entered the stage.

The dance was a flurry of legs, kicks, and turns. She was confident, strong and deliberate in her placement and movements. Every step had a purpose, and every face she gave the men watching her was full of intent. She held her movements for just as long as choreographically possible, emphasizing the sheer talent and control she needed to make this variation successful.

The thing she loved about Esmeralda's dance was that she could be as sexy as she wanted, while still maintaining the beauty that was so characteristic of ballet. It was one of her favorite variations, and she would do it a million times over if they asked it of her.

As her final run came, she finished with a final leap and lowered pose. Standing gracefully after a moment, she bowed to the men, but instead of exiting the stage, she gave them another deeper bow after a moment. Approaching the front, she thanked the maestro for his time, and he nodded back, taking his leave to work some more with the other girls who were practicing for their shows that evening.

"So... what did you think?" she said, her regular carefree smile returning to her face as she addressed both Leo and Caius. She was almost radiating with confidence, clearly happy with her own performance. "I can do all sorts of styles," she began, directing her words more so toward Caius. "Pointe, contemporary, hip hop, lyrical, tap... You name it, I can dance it. And not just dance it, but dance it well." Her hands found their way to her hips, and she placed them their gently as she awaited an answer from her employer - or, at least, who she hoped would still be her employer when all was said and done. She really wanted the job, and even though it had a catch that was totally unique and totally terrifying at the same time, she couldn't pass up the opportunity.

The gravity of the situation was just beginning to sink into her skin, and she could feel a bead of sweat run down the back of her neck, a mix between exercise and adrenaline, and also the nervous feeling she knew was about to rear its head if she didn't hear something from Caius soon. All she wanted to hear was that she was in - that she was what they were looking for.

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He could tell that Leandra was trying to read him as he spoke to her initially in the room. Part of him wanted to know what she thought of him, but part of him also knew that she was a human and therefore hardly worth his time. But he would watch her for Leo. He could, however, read her emotions, and he saw a trace of panic flash across her face before she resumed a more neutral expression. Good, he mused. Already she knows how to act the part. He watched Leo move about her, move closer, and he knew that the older vampire saw something in Leandra that he certainly couldn’t. It was confounding. Some words and then a smile were exchanged between them before she looked to him again. "I should hope so," he remarked, realizing afterwards that his words may come off as rude. She needed that though. The customers most certainly wouldn’t baby her and neither would he.

As she disappeared behind the divider, Caius took a seat in one of the chairs within the room. "A classic," he said. "It has been quite some time since I have had the pleasure to see it performed."
His words held within them both approval for her choice and high expectations for her. He wouldn’t dare compliment the costume she showed off. Doing so would instill within her too much confidence, and he wanted to see her dance without such thoughts to distract her. Plus, he refused to show a weaker, romantic side of himself before both the older vampire and the human.

Caius carefully watched her apply the makeup, secure her shoes, and then turn to face them. "I should like to see the best of your ability," Caius said, his voice continuously void of emotion. "We shall use the main stage." They parted then, Caius walking beside Leo to the largest auditorium within the building. "She is quite beautiful," he voiced, attempting to start some small talk to gather more information on her. He took a seat precisely in the center of the auditorium though a bit closer up so that he had an unmarred view of her when she came out onto the stage following the tuning in the pit. She moved with grace already, and the violins began to hum out their first notes.

ImageIt had been some time since he had last seen Esmeralda's Dance performed on a stage. The music was beautiful, to say the least. Caius was a man versed in many tongues, yet he found it difficult to voice his love for the piece. Her kicks came perfectly in sync with the music, and she glided and spun across the stage, tambourine in hand. He had seen it all, known it all, yet here she was, a human who was a mere fraction his age, throwing his apprehension to the wind as she continued to dance. Very few vampires danced as she did, and even fewer humans danced with her elegance. They had to have her. He had to have her.

Words could not do justice to her performance, and so he remained quiet as she took her final leap. He refused to mar the scene with applause or praise of any sort. Caius blinked his red eyes quickly then, chasing out any trace of tears that might show when he addressed her. Finally, as she came to stand before them, he took to his feet. A slow breath inwards gave him enough time to gather his thoughts.

"Had I little regard for talent, I would have you dance nothing more than piece," he began slowly, speaking with more praise in his words than he had wished. "Alas, I shall not waste such talent on one piece, albeit one well-executed piece."

He cleared his throat once and buried his hands into his pockets. "Should you want it, you do indeed have a job here amongst the other dancers." Caius paused, giving her a moment to react as she wanted to. "I expect the best from you, of course. You have proved yourself to be an excellent dancer, and I hope you shall continue to impress both Leotychides and me."

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ImageShe watched Cheveyo dance, confident that the other Vampires would know better than to put hands on him in the wrong way. Her attention was drawn back to James as he presented her with her drink, gently stroking her face. She couldn't help but to tilt her head so that it pressed a bit more against his touch, a slight smile on her face. “Mm, darling. You spoil me so much.” A soft laugh escaped her as she quickly turned her head so that her lips caught his wrist. Her fangs slid out quickly, piercing his flesh. She didn't bite him, rather it was the speed and sharpness of her fangs that cut his flesh. Yet, as soon as they had come out and drawn just a bead of blood, they had retracted once more. She ran her tongue gently across the minuscule wound, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He could see the curiosity of her mystery swimming, gleaming in his red eyes and she couldn't help but to smile. “You taste... Divine.” Her voice was a soft purr as she watched his flesh heal before kissing where she'd bitten him.

Her gaze floated up to see a man with glasses spazzing out along with a woman that he had entered with. The problem with this was that they didn't look like blood slaves. Not even new ones. They were looking around as though they didn't know what was going on. They're fucking humans and they look like fucking feds. Casually as they were dressed, their demeanor gave them away. The club wasn't situated exactly around any neighborhood and any other business – It was inside a fucking warehouse. The other warehouses around it were rather abandoned. She wasn't really quite sure that they were simply lost. Casually, she watched as Ada finally started doing her job, trying to distract the people from the scene of Vampires. It wasn't exactly an easy feat considering nearly everyone was feeding and ninety percent of the drinks were red and thick. Still, she got points for trying. Lyndi gave a thought to addressing the situation but she then thought Yeah, that's not my job. and let her attention turn back to James, bringing the rim of her shot glass to her lips and drinking slowly.

Behind her, she could hear the sounds of a young human girl having a less than favorable night.

“Hold still, you little bitch!” Michelle shouted over the music as she grabbed one of the newer blood slaves by the wrist and yanked her back. Though Michelle was much smaller, her strength as a Vampire afforded her the ability to easily overpower the woman. However, unlike what Twilight might have this struggling human believe, her skin wasn't as hard as diamonds. In her flailing, her nails scratched against Michelle's face and drew blood. “You little cunt!” Michelle brought her hand across the young woman's face and sent her into the wall. There was some laughter around as the Vampires took delight in the abuse of the insolent mortal. The dark-haired witch-wannabe descended upon her quickly and pinned her to the wall, fangs tearing into her soft flesh. Her pale face was stained with blood as she covered the girl's mouth and pulled her face away to look deeply into her eyes. “Hush, darling. I can't hear the music,” she giggled before diving back into the flesh and feeding sloppily.

“Yes... She is, isn't she?” His eyes followed her with a fond smile before he walked at a swaggering gait next to Caius so that they could watch her performance. They chose the largest of the auditoriums, the one she'd performed in last time. It was a bit empty, housing only six others. As the lights dimmed, he took his seat and leaned forward, ruby eyes glittering with anticipation. Like Caius, he hadn't seen Esmeralda performed in quite some time – Since his departure from Lyndi, he didn't attend many performances. It pained him too much. But seeing Leandra perform such a sexy classic made him smile widely, his fangs sliding out rather quickly. He could not take his eyes away from her legs, watching as they kicked up high into the air with the grace of a swan. He could not help but to wonder how it would feel to run his hands down such powerful legs, perhaps to even have them wrapped about his waist. The thought made his mouth water as he reached out to grip the seat in front of him, nearly denting the metal. He was actually rather sad when it came to an end, standing slowly in silence. He let his gaze flicker over to Caius to gauge his reaction with a soft smile. He was hard to read but the Prince was quite sure that his old friend enjoyed it.

His own delight was not hidden as Leandra returned to them and he could feel the confidence emanating from her. He wanted to tell her how amazing he thought she was, but he waited for Caius to speak, respectfully bowing his head as the Doyen spoke. His words were short but they carried a lot of weight and he could not be more pleased. He lifted his head and gave the young dancer a bright smile. “You did beautifully, Leandra.” He took one of her hands and pressed his lips slowly and firmly against her flesh, inhaling her scent. Pulling back, he gazed into her eyes. “I do believe that I should give a tour of the club; show you where you can find Caius or I if you need us, the rooms you will be performing in, break areas.” His arm had slipped around her shoulder at his point and he could not help himself from staring at her neck, blood rushing from her earlier performance. “And, at some point, I would like you feed from you. Get you used to the feeling and at least erase any anxieties you may have about it.”

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Leandra felt as if the silence in the room stretched on for eternity - yet only a mere few seconds had passed since she had even spoken. Caius was the one who broke the silence with his voice, which seemed to echo throughout the great performance hall.

"Had I little regard for talent, I would have you dance nothing more than that piece. Alas, I shall not waste such talent on one piece, albeit one well-executed piece."

There was that accent again. Leandra couldn't place it, but it hardly was the most interesting thing to her in that moment. Instead, she was more excited about the words he had just spoken to her. A bright smile instantly tattooed itself onto her face, and she felt in that instant as if all her worries about impressing Caius had been placed appropriately, and she had done the best job she could have hoped for. He had liked her performance!

"Should you want it, you do indeed have a job here amongst the other dancers. I expect the best from you, of course. You have proved yourself to be an excellent dancer, and I hope you shall continue to impress both Leotychides and me."

"Of course! Thank you!" She felt like gushing then, but decided against it - he didn't seem like the emotional type, so she figured she ought to keep her emotions in check more around him than she would normally. He had just told her she had a job - no reason to screw it up right out of the gate.

Leo's voice was the next to cut in, and she gave him a happy smile at his words. "You did beautifully, Leandra." He took her right hand and pressed his lips to the top of her pale skin, a mix of gentle and firm all at the same time. Her eyes were fixated on him, and his soon met her own as he pulled away and spoke. I do believe that I should give a tour of the club; show you where you can find Caius or I if you need us, the rooms you will be performing in, break areas." His voice seemed to drift off, and Leandra could feel herself float into whatever he said. She was still so elated and dizzied from her performance and acceptance by Caius that she was absolutely and totally on Cloud 9.

She nodded, anyway. "Alright..." She said. She was going to continue, to thank him for taking his time to get her acquainted with everything, but he spoke up before she could.

His arm snaked around her shoulder, and the words moved freely from his mouth. "And, at some point, I would like to feed from you. Get you used to the feeling and at least erase any anxieties you may have about it."

She inhaled once, answering him on the exhale. "Okay." Her voice cut out after a second, before she spoke again. Her eyes fell to the floor for a moment. "If you don't mind," she began, her eyes picking back up to look into his own red ones. "...Could it be somewhere calm? Somewhere quiet? I don't..." Her voice trailed off. What was she supposed to say to him? She wanted to be somewhere where all the eyes in the room wouldn't be on them? Eventually, she knew he would probably feed from her wherever he pleased, so it wouldn't matter how many people were watching. But this first time...

She thought it would sound stupid if she admitted it, voiced this thought and gave it life.

Her heart beat picked up pace at the thought, her nerves kicking up once again. Leo's arm around her shoulders was helpful in grounding her, but the thought of the impending act had her on edge. She figured if she thought of it like a performance than she wouldn't feel this way, but it just seemed wrong of her to pretend...

Instead, she decided to try her hardest to swallow her fear, looking to Leo's face for reassurance that everything would be okay.