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"I will follow her..."

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


I'll follow her to the ends of the Earth.

The Basics

ImageFull Name
Cheveyo Qaletaqa Whitefeather

Nicknames and Aliases
| Chev | Chevy | Moose | Oaf | Sasquatch |



½ Hopi Native American ½ Navajo Native American

Sexual Orientation
Bisexual -- Heteromantic; He has no qualms with doing the dance of no pants with either men or women. However, with other men it's just a hit-it-and-quit-it. All romantic desires and chances for an actual relationship lie with women.


Lyndi's Blood Slave

What's on the Outside

Hair Color
Jet black locks that extend down a mite past his shoulders.

Eye Color
His eyes are a soft mix of green and blue with a few gold flecks that shine in the right light.


He weighs in at a whopping 245lbs of pure muscle.

Chev has only two tribal tattoos on his body including a tier of triangles on his left forearm and the symbol of Tawa (Hopi Sun God) on the right side of his neck.

Just his tongue.

He has some scars on his back and one on his left eyebrow.

Cheveyo is a man built for heavy lifting. Tall as an oak tree and as broad as a barn, the Native American is the poster child for Hollywood movies about Native American warriors. He exudes an aura of gentility though he is a bit of a klutz. Okay, he's a tad completely klutzy. He moves in a lumbering way and is often compared to a teddy bear. He has kind eyes whose beautiful colors aren't often as they should due to the way his eyes are shaped, making it seem as though he is forever squinting the way people do when someone says something stupid. He holds a dark tan complexion all over and keeps a constantly groomed mustache and often rotates from beard to goatee from month to month.

What's on the Inside


{Thoughtful, Sweet, Gullible, Possessive, Obsessive, Overprotective, Loyal, Slow}
The immediate thing that most people notice about Chevy is his gentleness. He is the very embodiment of the term “gentle giant”. He is a naïve man and quite simple too. There never is much going on in his head, often leading people to walking all over him. Despite the fact that he could easily break a man's neck with his bare hands, he's not quite as aggressive as people would think. Unless you mess with someone besides him. He likes to think of himself as a bit of a superhero, quick to defend the innocent. When it comes to some random person being bothered or hurt he'll just use himself as a shield or give one good swing. However, if you're bold enough to target someone he cares about he will go for the kill. When he loves he loves hard. As a friend or more, he can be a bit obsessive. He cares about what his friends think about him and even the slightest bit of annoyance or anger thrown his way will have him out of his mind trying to figure out what he did wrong, groveling to make up for whatever it might be. His obsessive, overprotective, and possessive nature has often pushed people away, labeled as a sociopath. Still, when you've earned his love and trust you'll have quite the bodyguard and cuddle buddy. While he isn't very book smart and is quite gullible, he does know how to please people. He'll go out of his way to make people smile if he has to.
| Playing Guitar | Shopping | Watching Cartoons | Reading Comics | Playing with Action Figures | Working Out |

| Bites his lip when he's trying to not cry | Does the Skyrim Shuffle song and dance to make people smile as a last resort | Growls when he's upset |

| Penicillin allergy | Orange allergy | Sensitive to excessive dust and pollen |

•Dancing - Though he's not very "good"
•Making people smile
•Singing – Though he's not very "good"
•Working out
•Seeing innocent people hurt
•People who hurt animals
•Being picked on
•People who hurt Lyndi
•Being alone
•His parents

What's Done Is Done

Place Of Origin
Colombia Falls, Montana

Birth Date
February 11th

Makya is the very definition of a family man and has set the marker high on leaving behind a legacy with children. With four wives, he has fathered sixteen children. With his first wife, he fathered the twins Tocho and Tangakwunu. With his second, he fathered a single child: Machakw. With his third, he fathered the triplets Lapu, Lansa, and Len. With his fourth and current wife, he has fathered the twins Kele and Kotori, Isaqa, Hawiovi, the twins Cha'Risa and Catori, Antki, and the triplets Cheveyo, Chosovi, and Deseronto. You'd think that raising so many children would be a hard thing to do. But their father had a mysterious benefactor that he never talked too much about. Cheveyo was raised with his brothers and sisters in an old school sort of way. His family lived on a large piece of land in Montana, having a home up in the mountains that they farmed, raising crops and animals to feed themselves. They were a pretty happy family. Growing up, Chevy always dreamed of having more. He wanted to explore the world and meet new people. But Makya forbade it. His children weren't even allowed to go to school.

Makya always informed his children who wanted to stray that doing so would cause them to lose their land and money. Obviously, he and his wives could not take care of so many children on their own. While they might have lived on the land, none of them owned it. They were simply caretakers. Their benefactor had arranged for them to have all that they needed so long as they took care of the home. While Cheveyo dreamed of traveling the world, he never had any intentions on acting on those desires. He cared far too much for his family to potentially endanger them. However, Chosovi was a bit of a rebel. She had been dating an older man from the town a few miles away from where they lived. She craved freedom. It was freedom that he offered to her. However, he was a bit on the abusive. A lot, actually. Chosovi was battered and bruised by the man, derogated and demeaned. To her, it was the cost of freedom. And it was worth it.

But it wasn't to Cheveyo.

Fifteen at the time, he discovered the abuse and set out to kill the man. He didn't really plan it, actually. He followed Cho when she surreptitiously made her way out of the home. He watched as she met up with a man at a bar. He didn't like that the man was twice her age. He followed them both as he took her to a motel. When he heard screaming coming from within, his sister crying out for help, he kicked in the door and found the man attempting to rape her. Cheveyo was blinded by rage and immediately set out to killing the man. He was strong for his age, Cheveyo. He pummeled the man until he was barely breathing before dragging him outside where many witnesses had gathered. The police showed up just in time to see Cheveyo positioning the rapist's mouth on the curb before stomping against the back of his head, killing him. He was tased before being cuffed and shoved into the back of the car, carted off to jail along with his sister. When their parents arrived Chosovi confessed to everything. Cheveyo plead guilty and was nearly to be charged as a minor with justifiable homicide. He was originally supposed to only spend five years in juvenile hall.

But things didn't go as planned.

James Morrigan's family was not only wealthy, but well renowned. They managed to cover-up their deceased relative's crimes with their connections within the justice department. As far as the rest of the town knew, James had believed Chosovi to be twenty-two. This painted Chosovi and her family in a bad light, she being seen as a lying little tramp. It was understood why Cheveyo was angry, but he was seen as a savage for the way he brutally murdered James. Unfortunately for him, there weren't enough people on his side. Even his parents and other siblings refused to associate with either him or Chosovi, disowning them for putting their family in danger. So, he was tried as an adult and sentenced to twenty years in a state penitentiary, to be thirty-five when he would be eventually released. Fortunately for him, he made friends quickly among both the guards and inmates. Enemies as well. He was strong and big for his age though so he handled well enough in most of his fights.

He got out thirteen years early, supposedly for good behavior. He was rather compliant with the guards and the warden, only ever fighting for defense when absolutely needed. So, it wasn't out of the question. However, it wasn't just that. When the twenty-two year old man exited the gates he found himself face-to-face with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was a bit on the tall side with an angelic appearance, her platinum blonde locks shimmering under the large moon. She carried about her an aura of majesty and he was speechless. With her was his sister, Chosovi. He was promptly informed that she, Satt Óg Samlyndi, was their family's mysterious benefactor. She found out about what had happened recently and planned on punishing the other family members for being so cruel as to turn their back on the two children. But it was Cheveyo's large heart and forgiving nature, his love for his family, that saved them from being evicted. For allowing them to live, he and his sister would pay.

They would supply Lyndi with blood.

He was immediately fascinated by her and was quick to comply. She came off as a bit cold and uncaring at first. But he could see through that. He saw her pain and her loneliness, dedicating his service to her to making her happy. He just wanted to see her smile. They became very close friends – even lovers after some time – and he enjoyed his new family. They were an odd trio but they took care of each other and they were happy. Chosovi mended her relationship with her brother and they became closer than ever before. Neither really kept in contact with their family, though their parents often wrote to make sure things were going well. Cheveyo often ignored their phone calls – but never changed his number – because he was far more concerned with exploring the beautiful world that he was shown by Lyndi. Meeting new people was his favorite thing to do, though he was kept far away from most vampires. Lyndi had a job that often made her more enemies than it did friends. They were constantly on the move as she worked to keep her identity and whereabouts a secret.

Chosovi being Chosovi... She eventually slipped up. She got tangled with the wrong people when she decided to take an adventure of her own, chasing after a man again. This man turned out to be in search of revenge. Lyndi had taken a job to murder his Coven Doyen – who happened to be his wife – several centuries ago. He had been stalking Lyndi's trail and eventually found her. Not because he had any great skill, but because Lyndi allowed him to discover her whereabouts so that she could kill him too; She was growing irritated of him following her. However, before Lyndi could deal with him, Chosovi ran across him by chance. Drunk and flirty, she recounted her tales of exploring the world with her brother and Lyndi. When she was taken back to the hotel, ready to get down and dirty with Achilles, he revealed that he was a vampire. “Hey! My best friend is a vampire too! Lyndi! She's a viking. She's sooo pretty. Tall, blonde, really strong. She's fucking my brother, haha.” In her drunken stupor, she told Achilles everything that she knew about Lyndi. And then he killed her.

He arranged a meeting with the younger vampire. He had no intentions on killing her. He wanted to kill Cheveyo though. He thought that death was too good for her, wishing to torture her by letting her live a long life having the memories of seeing her beloved human pets dead, bloodied, and mangled. And knowing that she couldn't have stopped it. However, he underestimated her strength and skill. Though she was a good seven hundred years younger than him, she was a warrior. He was a prissy little snot in his human days, hiding behind his mother's skirt and father's politics. He was no soldier. She slaughtered him with ease before she delivered the news to Cheveyo. After Chosovi's funeral there was a tension between the human and his vampire companion. No matter what he told her, she felt guilty for Cho's death and feared that it could happen again. She feared that Cheveyo would be taken from her.

Months went by. He woke up one night and found that she was gone. She left him with a lengthy letter and a stack of papers that included the deed to a home in Washington and the deed to the land that his family lived on. With enough money to sustain him for years, a home, and a slew of vehicles he was left alone. Two years went by and he found it hard to find any meaning or excitement in his life. He didn't have his sister and he didn't have the one woman that truly mattered to him. It wasn't until he received a letter that a friend of hers knew where she was and that she needed him did he finally seem to stir back into some semblance of life. It was highly possible that it was a trap, but he didn't want to live to regret it if it wasn't. The letter was signed by a man called “Leotychides”. It sounded familiar. So, he found himself gathering up some belongings and heading off to Detroit to help Lyndi.

Happiest Memory
Meeting Lyndi.

Saddest Memory
Being cast out by his family; Waking up to find Lyndi gone.

Face Claim
Jason Momoa

So begins...

Cheveyo's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Leandra Annibelle Gates Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Leotychides Character Portrait: Aphrodite Black Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi Character Portrait: Cheveyo
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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.

Characters Present

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
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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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James hopped over the counter, speckled with customers. He pulled out some glasses and got to work mixing drinks and performing. Within a few minutes, he’d filled enough orders for the entire room. People clapped and cheered as he tossed and played with the bottles, letting him know his performance was quite a success. He was the man to show that you didn’t have to sing, dance, or paint to perform.

Once the crowd had died down, James relaxed, passing time by working on new moves. A couple blood slaves and vampires stuck by to watch and talk to him, and, like always, he conversed with them and enjoyed the company.

As he balanced a very large bottle of AB+ blood on his elbow, Lila rushed by with a bulky man trailing behind her. Who was he, and why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? Was he a new blood slave or one that needed some encouragement? He didn’t look like that’s what he was here for though. Image

"James! Please keep an eye on this one until his Vampire arrives. By order of Leotychides."

So he was here to see someone. This was…different, not in the sense that there was someone to meet a vampire here, but that there was a human, that’s not a blood slave, to see a vampire. It’s not completely unheard of, but it’s…just different. James shrugged it off. If Leotychides wanted him to do it, it’d be done.

“Sure thing chere!”

James smiled at the hulking man tossing the bottle in the air with his elbow and catching it. He gestured to the man to sit and put out a glass on a coaster.

“Welcome mon ami. Could I get you a drink while you wait? Anything you want, I can provide.”

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There was tension between he and Claudia. It did not seem like she wanted to create it, but he could sense it in her tone. He had a way with understanding tone. Hell, that was what had earned him the job in the first place. She did put forth the effort, when he finally entered, to gently encourage him further in rather than shout at him. He was grateful for that. For a moment at least.

Scotty hardly had his thoughts about him when he was suddenly barreled into. A combination of her force and his unpreparedness sent him into the nearby wall, which he suddenly pushed his palm against to steady himself. "Move, fuckface!" she growled as she passed. Flashbacks to recess in elementary school. Scotty pushed himself upright and adjusted his glasses. "Well -- fuck you, too!" Yeah. That was smooth. Smooth as fricking sandpaper. He looked back at Claudia, face red enough to make a tomato jealous. "Sorry...there's just a lot going on."

The agent looked about again, pushing his glasses once more into place. Perhaps the bartender would be good to speak to. The bar was across the room, and there was a man already working it though the crowd still seemed quite thin. It was growing quickly, however, pushing Scotty and Claudia into the room. It was then that he noticed the massive man at said bar. Suddenly, speaking to the bartender didn't seem like such a good idea anymore.

"I guess we'll look around a bit?" he said to Claudia, though it sounded much more like a question than he wanted it to. "You can lead. I'll follow." In truth, he simply had no idea where he was going. There were so many people. Too many people. And they all seemed to watch him and Claudia with a glint of something in their eyes.


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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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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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James winced slightly at the small nip Lyndi had made. He watched as she tasted his blood, licking up the bead of blood. Only once before had anyone else tasted his blood, and that was Kiera. Memories flooded back with several images of intimate encounters and lots of biting on her part, but James forced the images out of his mind. Those were for another time.

"You taste divine."

James snapped back just in time to hear Lyndi's comment. He flashed his smile at her as she kissed his hand. She's good. He followed her gaze to see Artemus and Ada getting a hold of two humans that obviously didn't belong. Their demeanor suggested that they were either spies or law enforcement, most likely the latter. As Lyndi took a sip of her drink, James held her hand. So many questions were burning inside him, but he knew he had to take care of this tactfully. No one likes to be asked loads of questions at once; it makes people feel like they're being interrogated.

"Your voice was incredible, chérie. And the song was beautiful as well, but I must ask, why that one?"

“Mmm. Because I wrote that song many years ago. It was never supposed to hit circuit but... Things happened.” She heaved a sigh as she reminisced about the eighties, a faint smile on her face. There was once upon a time when she would take a break from working for anyone and she would instead submerge herself into the music and art culture, scouting talent to influence. It was her goal for centuries to leave her legacy behind in forms art. She didn't care if nobody ever knew her name -- Though she knew plenty enough Vampires were aware of her talent and the treasures she had given the world. “If I told you how many songs I've written, how many classics I've choreographed, how many paintings I've got hanging about... It'd surprise you.”

She set down her drink and tilted her head to the side before glancing to Ada and then back to James. “You seem rather... Torn. I could make myself scarce if you're still hung up on your human. I can see the worry for her in your eyes...” There was a genuinely innocent, almost hurt, tone to her voice as she shrugged but still held onto his hand, her thumb absently stroking the top of his hand gently.

James sighed looking over at Ada. He definitely needed to talk some things over with her, but he hadn't come up with the words he needed to say. He knew he cared deeply for her, but he also knew his presence wasn't exactly the best for her. Having a boyfriend who could easily outlive you and even kill you at a whim didn't seem like a smart option to choose. She'd probably curse at him, telling him he had no idea what was best for her and tell him how dumb his thoughts were. He chuckled lightly at the thought...however, he did know what loving a vamp could do to a human. It hurt to think about it.

James gazed at Lyndi, and put his other hand on top of hers. He didn't have any intention of letting Lyndi go easily, but it seemed that he wasn't the only one torn. He thought back to the way she looked at the Indian man that was now dancing in a way that could almost be described as frantic not too far off. "I do worry for her, but I know she is a strong woman. I will have to take some time to figure out what she needs, but I don't intend to let you leave me when you're in the same boat as me. What about him, your large friend over there?" James looked behind her towards her companion. "You seem to have a human attachment as well that's even more deeply rooted than my own, ange."

She gave what would easily be pegged as a condescending smirk with a roll of her eyes. “Oh, elskan mín... You're in a one-man ship.” There was a soft laugh bubbling past her lips as she glanced at Cheveyo. “Your attachment to your blood-bag is one formed out of love.” She seemed to almost vomit out the word, showing the typical repulsion that Vampires so often do with the thought of loving a human. “Cheveyo... hmm. Well.” She turned her gaze to meet his, a dubious gleam in her eyes. “Have you ever tried to take away the favored toy of a pit bull?” Her brow lifted just a tad. “He might be human, but he's proved that he will die for me. He is a rather dear friend and possibly my first progeny... But I don't love people.”

She was scowling a bit now, gripping her glass a bit harder until it was near shattering. Her gaze became a glare as she narrowed her eyes. “I especially don't love humans. It ends well for no one. They're only a weakness. You're young... But the lesson is inevitably learned over and over again. There is no room for love in this sort of afterlife.”

James sighed pulling the glass from her grasp. if she broke it, the glass would be in her hands, and that would be pretty bad. He then gathered both her hands in his lifting them to his lips."Oh've been hurt haven't you? That kind of reaction only comes from a heart that has been betrayed many times over and has become accustomed to sadness. I know that loving humans may be a mistake, but I can accept that. I think that love is worth some failures. Besides, forever without love seems pretty lonely. It'd be nice to have a light in all the darkness, cheré."

“For someone to hurt me, I'd have to care about them. After I was Changed, I stopped giving a shit about anyone.” She gave a shrug and pulled her hands from his as it became obvious from the tone of her voice that James was treading into dangerous waters. She was certainly in perfect control of her emotions, the true calmness of her inside not even coming close to matching the feigned irritation and hidden hurt in her expression. “That's what flashlights and fire are for. Love is not worth betrayal and it's not worth heartbreak. Why take the chance of loving someone that will hurt you? Short-term gain, long-term loss... I don't do that bullshit.” She scoffed softly as she stood from her seat and shook her head. “You don't need love to not be lonely. Look at me -- I've got no love for anyone and no one has love for me. And I've been living it up since before your time.”

James looked at her, obviously sad with her response. He knew that he'd crossed a line, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Silently cursing at himself, he looked down at his hands. Now it was beyond obvious how hardened Lyndi was, and there was so much behind her that he yearned to know.

"You do love. You do have a light in all your darkness. It's the art, personified love." He sat up running his hand through his hair. "I know you think it's worthless, the love, the heartbreak. I can promise you though, it is worth it. Being there for someone...knowing that you are their light is worth anything the world can throw at you. You should ask your friend. I'm sure he knows."

She turned her back to him now, a bored expression on her face as she withheld a sigh. She hated 'love' speeches. They weren't the least bit entertaining. However, she quickly resumed her sad look, tears welling up in her eyes as she turned her head. “That's thinking that gets you killed in this world. We are the darkness. We have no room for light.” A shrug of her shoulders as she looked out at Cheveyo brought along a sad smile as well. “I know how he feels. And he knows that it's unrequited. I told you -- I don't love anyone. My capacity for love died when I did.”

"Maybe I can make you think differently one day."

James knew that she'd already withdrawn herself, but that was fine. Eventually, he'd change her mind, but lectures weren't going to do the trick. Actions speak louder than words to someone like her. So back to the fun stuff. He jumped over the counter, leaving the other bartender to the rest of the customers and faced Lyndi. "Until then..." James wrapped an arm around her waist. "We still have this week, don't we ange? I promised to make it as entertaining for you as possible, and I intend to keep it." James took her hands, kissing both of them. He now understood what he was working with and knew he couldn't get to her with the tiny amount of knowledge he had now. He needed another perspective for someone with as many years as she had. Maybe Artemus would be up for a tiny chat sometime, though he knew he would be the one talking.

“...” Lyndi watched him with careful eyes, allowing him to hold her close, giving the air a vulnerable woman trying to be strong. With Ada so near it made her way to break into tears and hold James close just to rub it in the breather's face. However, that wasn't her angle. Instead, she shrugged softly. “Fólk sem elskar mig á endanum dauður.” The language rolled from her tongue in a soft, near-whisper as she turned and walked away from him, Cheveyo's eyes following her as she disappeared into the crowd.