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Caged within a Memory

Caged within a Memory

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A not so typical vampire story. The past is has came back to haunt him. Has God has given him a second chance to make the right choice or will all hell break loose? [Open]

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Introduction

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Excerpts from a Journal:
"Year 1908: There was once a time where I was madly in love with a woman... I would do anything for her. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever met and she was mine to marry. Her skin was so pure, her body was always warm beneath my touch. As the day of our wedding came closer, a strange woman approached me. Very mysterious that woman was. She was guarded by other men who were pale as the moon. She then told me: "Leave your fiancee and marry me." If I knew then what I knew now, I would have listened to her. She was not a normal person. She was someone from the dark that had already lived many centuries, a noble vampire that had power over an army that could fight her enemies for her.

I rejected her request immediately. The next day was my wedding. It was small and private. The sun was setting I remember, as my future wife appeared in front of me in her pure white wedding gown, her smile sent warmth through my body as she approached me. Her eyes locked onto my own eyes and I felt my heart race. She was absolutely gorgeous. By this time, I had forgotten about the woman that approached my last night completely. I had not noticed the strangers that filled my private wedding. My eyes were only on my future wife.

Just as my future wife grabbed my hand, she stopped walking. Her lips moved, but no words came from them. Her body slumped into my arms, "What's wrong?!" I inquire as my arms wrapped around her small frame. I felt warm liquid on my hand when I placed it on her back. With fear, I remember pulling my hand up to look at it. Blood. Everything was silent. I moved my eyes from my fiancee to the audience. There was the woman from the night before, and the strangers that filled the seats were her guards. My eyes immediately looked back at my fiancee as I felt her small body move within my arms. She reached up and touched my left cheek, "I am sorry. So sorry." She knew the woman as well. "But, I love you." There in my arms, she fell asleep and never woke up.

As tears streamed down my cheeks, I held her close to me in hopes she would wake up from my touch. "How could you do this!?" I remember asking the woman that watched in boredom. I heard her footsteps approach me and stopped before me. I looked up at her and glared. "You were mine the moment you were born." She said with a smile. Anger filled me as I placed my fiance down and stood up. Without thinking, I struck the woman. Within a second, her guards were on me and they pinned me against the wall.

I struggled against them, but it was a worthless effort. "You will marry me." The woman said as the doors where my wedding was placed was closed. Everything became dark. She approached me and touched my neck; my body froze immediately. "What are you? Please don't..." My body was becoming weak as she pushed my head to the left, the right side of my neck was revealed to her. As if not wasting a second, she sunk her teeth into my neck and immediately everything went black."


"Year 2020: A modern life for a modern vampire. I lay next to her as the sun began to go down. I waited emotionless for the sun to down. Hunger was growing in my body, and I needed another meal. When I felt the coldness of the night, I began to move. I got up and prepared to hunt for a new meal. I stepped on into the modern streets, the lights of vehicles blinded my eyes for a moment, but I continued my way to the nearest meal. There in the distance was a young man sitting alone waiting for the public bus. I have became a monster. A smile formed my lips as I approached him from behind. As quickly I spotted him was as quick my fangs sunk into his neck. Within a minute, I left him lay there on the bench as I continued my way down the street as if nothing happened. Today felt different as I entered a coffee shop and sat near the back to watch the people come in and out of the shop.

A familiar laugh rang into my ears and I immediately looked towards the direction of the source. My eyes widened as I stared at a memory. My fiancee from when I was human. She was beautiful, perhaps even more beautiful the more I stared at her. "Emilia..." I whispered before shaking my head and forcing my eyes to look away. That couldn't be her...could it. Looking back up towards her, I watched as she kissed a guy that sat next to her. I shook my head once more and looked down. That couldn't be her. "I love you Emilia." I heard the boy say to her and my eyes immediately returned to the couple... It was her?"


Though this may seem like a typical vampire love story, it is not. There are underling problems within the vampire society. The vampires have been following the orders of Elizabeth since the beginning of time. Most would say she is a good leader, but secretly they fear her. A human hunters league has been created because of this since the beginning of time. The league of vampires and league of hunters have been having meetings more than usual and tension is growing. They know of the potential dangers of an unstable vampire leader. Their army has grown as well. Only a few of the world's population knows of vampires, but most still believe that the story of vampires are just legends and myths. The vampires and hunters have done a good job of hiding themselves. A betrayal against Elizabeth or even a hint of betrayal towards her for a human could trigger a declaration of war. These killings would be silent at first, but large enough to get humans scared. Hunters will have to fight to protect their people if a war was declared.

Elizabeth chose Aiden to be her husband when he was a young man, but Aiden was given to Elizabeth long before he was even born. His family was very close to vampires so close that many of his family members were happily transformed into vampires. Some of the family members wanted to stay human so they created an alliance with Elizabeth and her clan. She agreed under one condition: To have the families first born son. They agreed. Most of the children that were born within the Navernus family were women, until Aiden came along. Aiden knows none of this. Rebecca is actually an aunt to Aiden and she knows this, but she is one of a few that are against Elizabeth and her narcissistic ways.

ROLES

Humans
Vampires
Hunters

Main Male Roles:
Aiden: (Played by: Missing Link)Very handsome vampire that has been drowning in his own memories. Was once fiance to his true soul mate, but now is a husband to a vampire queen.
Marcus: (Played by: RoxUrSox) Boyfriend to Emilia. Hunter, third in command.
Drake: (Played by: shmband) Right hand body guard of Elizabeth. He is in love with her and is jealous of Aiden. He is also a vampire.
Garrison: (Played by: ThePsycoWarlock) Right hand bodyguard of Rebecca. Completely loyal to Rebecca. Knows Rebecca's true-self and is in love with her. Vampire.
Darius: (Played by: Tumbleweed) Vampire friend of Aiden and his main support.

Main Female Roles:
Emilia: (Played by: GoGoKeepGoing) The reincarnation of Aiden's true soul mate. Girlfriend to Marcus.
Elizabeth: (Played by: Valerie_Nix)The vampire queen. Wife to Aiden and is very protective over him for the reasons above.
Samantha: (Played by: Missing Link) Cousin to Elizabeth and is completely loyal to her. Has a crush on Darius.
Rebecca: (Played by: Zodia195) Hates Elizabeth and her followers. Vampire noble, secret aunt to Aiden. Planning to rebel against Elizabeth. Once had an affair with Drake (she still likes him).
Kathrine: (Played by: BriBriBearx) Crushes on Marcus and is jealous of Emilia. Hunter.

Supportive Male Roles:
Celestyn: (Played by: Hinasil) Leader of the League of Hunters, has a great dislike towards vampires (his family was murdered by a group of wild vampires.) Marcus is his nephew.

Supportive Female Roles:
Olivia: (Played by: Scarlett_Rose) Sister of Emilia, her main support.

Others-
"Others are any other character to want to create to be in this story. You do not need to be one of the characters listed above if you can create your own spectacular and influential character. If you chose to create a 'other' character and I happen to really like that character, I could move them up into the main/supportive role areas."







If you have any ideas of any other characters, but all means tell me through OOC. I would love your ideas to help improve this story. Team effort is the best component in role plays.

CHARACTER SKELETON:

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        [b]Role[/b]
        [size=90] What is their role?[/size]

        [b]Vampire, Human, or Hunter?[/b]
        [size=90] Pick one.[/size]           

        [b]Gender[/b]
        [size=90] Male or Female?[/size]           

        [b]Age[/b]
        [size=90] 18 or older. (For vampires: give real age and then give what age you look.)[/size]           

        [b]Personality[/b]
        [size=90]Be creative. More than six sentences. Your character must have a personality!   [/size]

        [b]Brief Description[/b]
        [size=90]What's in the picture and what we cannot see.[/size]

        [b]Skill(s)/Abilities[/b]
        [size=90]Could be in anything from drawing to wielding SOME magic (usually vampires can use magic). [/size]

        [b]Likes[/b]
        [size=90]At least 5, more is better. If you explain why he or she likes that certain thing or activity, that's even better.[/size]

        [b]Dislikes[/b]
        [size=90]At least 5, more is better. If you explain why he or she dislikes that certain thing or activity, that's even better.[/size]

        [b]Fears[/b]
        [size=90]At least 5, more is better. If you explain why he or she fears that certain thing or activity, that's even better.[/size]

        [b]What do they wish for most?[/b]
        [size=90]What do they want in life...[/size]

        [b]History[/b]
        [size=90]Be creative. More than six lines. Your character have a history of some kind! [/size]

        [b]Crush[/b]
        [size=90]Who does your character like?  [/size]
       
        [b]Other[/b]
        [size=90]Anything else?  [/size]

        [size=200]Theme Song Title[/size]
        [size=90]Lyrics[/size]

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  • No god modding
  • Post at least three paragraphs, no one liners.
  • Post at least once every other day, if you can't don't join. Let's just try and keep this story going.
  • Romance is allowed, but must end within four posts Ex: I post, you post, I post, you post. Done.
  • Characters will be required approval, so work hard on them.
  • You can reserve a character, but if someone else wanted to reserve that character-they can. I will honestly choose whose character is more well developed to take that role.
  • No whining
  • If you have go disappear, give me a heads up at least and tell me how long you will be gone.
  • If you are accepted, remember your character is very vital for this RP, so take care if your character.
  • Have fun!

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January 7, 2020: A day before the encounter:

He laid there emotionless. He could hear the breeze outside of his home entangling itself within the trees; he could hear the birds happily chirp in the distance. He could hear the sound of his house creaking occasionally as strong winds pushed against his house, urging him, calling for him to come outside. A shallow sigh left his lips. Slowly he opened his eyes, revealing his light brown, almost golden eyes to world that he was forced to become accustom to. Darkness. Darkness was all he could see. He knew, no, he felt the sun’s potential rays engulfing the exterior of his home, but he knew he was no longer allowed to be in the presence of the sun without greeting death.

God no longer wanted to see him in the brightest days. No matter how many days he prayed for forgiveness, none was given upon the creatures of the night. Another sigh left his lips. The longer he kept his eyes open, the objects around him began to form a bit. He could hear the breathing of his wife next to him. It was so soft, barely audible. Looking over, he studied the woman that laid next to him. Her skin had color, which resembled to those that could walk beneath the sun, but he knew better. Her long raven black hair wrapped around her curvy body in a way most males would find intriguing, maybe even seductive. The silk clothing she wore was thin and so he could see almost every inch of her body, her form. She was indeed an extremely beautiful creature; but to him, he felt nothing towards her.

Aiden Navernus’s passion and lust has long been demolished. It was instead replaced with feelings of guilt, hatred and bitterness. Aiden’s golden eyes stared at his wife. Her name was Elizabeth. His eyes shifted down to her small neck and he began to glare. He felt nothing for this woman, his emotions became stale, yet the bitterness still remained. Aiden was extremely bitter towards this woman. This woman had changed him. Had taken and given him a life he never desired for. This woman had taken what he held most dear to his heart. His Emilia. Oh there were so many times Aiden had imagined the death of Elizabeth, wanting to give her the fate she so truly deserved. Sighing, he looked away from her. He knows he cannot kill her by his hands alone. Despite her appearance, she is much stronger than he.

Aiden looked up towards the ceiling of his room. His room was located in the basement, no light were to enter is room whatsoever. Even though it was in the basement, it was garnished with furniture, items, pristine floors and designs. A room fit for a Queen. He stared up at the chandelier that was made with pure gold. Though the year he lived in was extremely modern, the items within this room were a mixture of modernization and antiques. Most of the furniture were antiques, while the decorations were modern. He stared up at that chandelier and simply waited for the time to pass.

He could not fall asleep. Something was hindering him from falling asleep. His restless mind and soul kept him up most nights, but today he felt something different. It was a feeling that unsettled him. This sensation he was feeling was not unfamiliar. He had felt it before, about twenty-one years ago. He felt him feeling nervous, but excited for some odd reason. Aiden has no idea what this sensation may be, but it did utterly confuse him. After Aiden lost his human life, his emotions were practically drained. He had mentally become dehydrated form the lack of emotions. These sensations woke him up with the emotions of excitement, anticipation, nervousness…Something he had not felt after his Emilia passed away. He could feel something or someone was going to come to him, or he was going to find something when the night falls, and so he simply waited.

He had done this before. He had lain in one spot before without moving an inch, without falling asleep. As the hours began to pass, he could feel the sun’s rays becoming weaker and weaker with each passing hour. His body began to strengthen as the moon began to reveal itself. As soon as the sun began to set, Aiden finally moved.

Sitting up, the thin white sheet that covered his body slid down to his lap, revealing his rather tone frame. His muscles tightened as he stretched his arms up and back slightly. He cracked his neck by pushing his head to his left shoulder and then to his right before rotating it in a circle. His neck crackled from his stiffness. Taking a deep breath, his chest enlarged as he held the breath for a moment before releasing it slowly. Moving off the bed, he revealed his long black pajama pants and his bare feet. His movements were quiet as he made his way over to a small desk located by the right wall that was covered with beautiful bookshelves.

Aiden was a reader. He had always enjoyed reading, even when he was human. He enjoyed reading fantasies ironically, considering he was part of a special society most humans would consider listed under fantasy. His most favorite book was actually written by an unknown author, the title of that book was called, “Revival”. It was a adventure fantasy about a rare and special liquid that could be given to a decease body and that body will become alive again as a human. It could also make immortals become human again, but for only one day. Once that day passed, that immortal will die but as a human. That liquid was extremely hard to find, within the book it was told that it was hidden within the mountains in the area what is now known as Ukraine.

Pulling the chair back, he grabbed his journal and sat down. With his left hand, he grabbed a pen and began to write within his journal once more. Every morning he did this and will write about what he did the day before or whatever was on his mind. It was a routine. He picked up this habit a few decades ago. He was told by a fellow vampire that it could help him with his so called, ‘depression’. This way, he could express his deep emotions by the way he wrote.

January 7, 2020:
“Today I woke feeling rather strange. This feeling was a mixture of excitement but it made me nervous at the same time. I wonder what it could be? I had felt this before, but it’s much stronger now. Much stronger...

Yesterday’s meal did not satisfy me. Lately, no blood had been able to feed the appetite that has been growing. I want something sweet, not bitter. Perhaps I will go to the coffee shop tomorrow. Maybe I’ll go with Marcus or he can meet up with me. That would be nice. We could pretend to be human and mingle with everyone else and be part of a society we were once in…. Oh how I miss those days. No matter how many decades or centuries that could pass; I can never forget the life I once had… My dear, dear Emilia… I miss you so much…No matter how many years I am forced to live in this retched world, I can never forget you. Soon my love, I promise…when I have the chance, I will return to you. I will return to embrace you...


Aiden paused he when heard Elizabeth stir from her sleep. He placed the pen down and immediately put his journal away and placed it in a location that could be hard to find. Looking over towards Elizabeth, he forced a small grin. “You’re awake, I heard you have a meeting today with the council.” The council included all the nobles, counting Rebecca. Aiden had spoken to Rebecca a few times, publicly and privately. Something about her was different from everyone else, but Aiden has not figured out if he could trust her or not.

Aiden stood up and moved over towards the bathroom, as he entered it, he locked the door behind him and removed the rest of his clothing to shower. He had never allowed Elizabeth to see his entire bare body. After his shower, he brushed his teeth and went into the bathroom closest to pick out what he will wear today. He picked out a white button up shirt with sleeves, black polyester pants, a black trench coat and a pair of Prada black shoes that had a small heel. As he dressed, he left the shirt un-tucked as he threw on his coat before sliding socks on and his shoes.

He had plans today. He was going to hang out with Darius. He didn’t know where they were going, but like usual, he was going to hang out with him. Darius is one of the few vampires he grew fond of. He was also a best way to stay away from Elizabeth. He had meet Darius during his early years as a vampire and ever since then, he became accustom to seeing him around. At first, he didn’t pay much attention to Darius, nor any vampire in that matter, but after awhile, he became use to Darius and slowly began to open up with him much how Darius slowly began to open himself up to Aiden.

Walking out of the bathroom, Aiden gave Elizabeth only one glance, “I’ll be upstairs,” before grabbing his cell phone and leaving her to herself as he exited the room. Aiden was not her protector, she had many of those. The best protector of all of them is Drake. Drake…Aiden couldn’t care less about him, but even he knew how protective he was over Elizabeth and how much Drake disliked Aiden. It was obvious.

Aiden made his way up to the upper level floor and entered the rather large library as he waited for the arrival of Darius. Pulling out his phone he began to text Darius:

A.N: I had that strange feeling from before, it’s stronger. What do you think it might be?

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Emilia awoke to the beautiful sun shining on her face. She smiled as she felt the warmth greeting her. That was why she put her bed directly under her window in her small one bedroom apartment. Mornings were one of her favourite times of day, because she could remember her mother waking her up on a beautiful morning on her first day of school with a yummy breakfast with eggs and bacon in a smiling face. But the day they disappeared, it was a morning so ugly, no one could smile.

Emilia got out of her comfortable bed to take a shower in some nice warm water before she got dressed for the day. She wore her blue pair of scrubs, the ones with the clouds on them and her comfy white nurse shoes to go to work at the hospital. Emilia had taken a nursing course in the evenings so she could make some money while going to school to become a teacher, but since it was a Friday she only had one class and it was at 3:30, Modern History. So she was scheduled for the morning shift.

She took the bus to the hospital, to have another long day filled with crying babies, drooling old men and flu shots, which meant people afraid of needles. By 2:30 her hair went from a nice bun to half of it out, her clothes were stained with some drool, baby puke, and couple droplets of blood. So before she took the bus to school she changed into some blue jeans, a white t-shirt and her black converse. She took down her hair to put it into a braid and drew on some eyeliner. Marcus was suppose to meet her after her class, but sometimes he could be a little or a lot late.

Emilia sat on the bus and stared out the window thinking. Thinking of her father and what he would say when she told him what they were learning in class, in Modern History. About what will go down in history, what is making history today. Her father's birthday was only a month ago. Where were they? Were they thinking about her? Emilia liked to think that they were on a beach in the Bahamas, sipping some drinks and telling each other that next time they would have to bring her along. When she conjured up this image most of the pain went away and she could really imagine that was what was happening. They were just on vacation. It wasn't always the Bahamas. Sometimes it was a vineyard in Italy or a concert in London or site seeing in Greece or skiing in Switzerland. Anything but death.

Emilia got off the bus and head to her class where she would take her notes, be told to have a two thousand word essay on what event that has happened in the past two years will go down in history. After that she would walk down to The Lazy Couch Cafe to wait for Marcus. There she would order a mint hot chocolate with extra whip cream and read on of the many diverse yet extremely interesting books on their shelves while sitting on the couch and waiting for Marcus. Today she picked If You Were A Bird, What Would You Sing. Two croissants, a whole book, three hot chocolates and two hours later, she was still waiting.

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As they rays of the sun started to fade and the sky turned darker, Rebecca woke up. She open one eye slowly to reveal one hazel eye before opening the other. First she got her bearings and looked around. The vampiress was laying in a large 4 poster bed that was made of mahongany and with dark violet and cream colored bed sheets made out of silk. Rebecca refused to sleep in a coffin for it was just too uncomfortable. Once she tried it and that was the only time she didn't get any sleep. Why did humans think that vampires slept in coffins? It was one of those silly cliches that humans came up with. One thing humans did get right was the fact that sunlight was deadly for vampires. It was why Rebecca's sleeping chambers were deep underground with many security systems and other protection devices. The ancient vampiress never took any chances when it came to her safety. Thank goodness she lived in an age where security systems were highly advance. Of course, the best protection Rebecca had was her bodyguard Garrison. She had complete trust in him and knew he would gladly lay his 'life' down for her.

Getting up, Rebecca grinned a bit thinking of the time when they first met. He had already been a vampire, but Rebecca hadn't know that. Through the centuries he had been the one to train her so she could protect herself. It took Rebecca nearly a decade to get him to train her and that was only because once she had been attacked by hunters at the time and they nearly took out Garrison. After that, they had been very cautious. Garrision was a true friend and Rebecca loved him for that.

Clearing her thoughts, Rebecca reached for her Iphone and looked at her schedule. Another council meeting with her 'royal majesty'. It was something Rebecca always didn't look forward to, but it had to be done. Years ago it had been Rebecca's choice to get close to the vampire queen so hopefully one day, she would be the one to get rid of her. That was easily said than done. The biggest physical obstacle was Elizabeth's bodyguard, Drake. Thinking about him brought some sadness to Rebecca's eyes. She should have never gotten close to him. Rebecca wished there was some way to get rid of Elizabeth without getting rid of Drake, but that was very slim. The vampiress knew that if Drake died, another part of her would die all over again. Well, no was not the time to think about such things. Right now, Rebecca had to get ready for the day.

Standing up, she stretched her small yet curvy body. She wore a long nightgown the color of dark green. Walking into her bathroom, she took her time taking a shower before getting out and returning to her bedroom. Her closet was huge! Rebecca was not afraid to admit that she love shopping for it made her feel human to do so. Since today she had a council meeting, she wore 'business' clothes today, which consisted of black slacks, a burgandy blouse, and a black business jacket. She wore black boots too since it was winter. Rebecca brushed her hair before pulling it back into a low ponytail and she put on only a little bit of make-up. One of the perks of being a vampire was great skin. One reason she wore make up was so she look more human and it she just loved it too. Grabbing a matching purse, long coat, gloves, and scarf, she headed upstairs to get some breakfast. Exiting her room, she saw Garrison.

"Good evening." she smiled at him.

Garrison was the only one she knew she could be herself with and it was refreshing. Reaching the kitchen, Rebecca put her things down and went to the refrigerator to get out a packet of human blood. There were days she didn't hunt for she started investing in a company that stored human blood. They got it from human hospitals from their 'blood donations'. It was ironic that humans thought they were donating blood to help other humans, but were also helping out vampires. While the blood wasn't the freshest, it was very convient because feeding could be hassle sometimes. Looking out side, Rebecca wondered what this night would bring for something was in the air.

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"I didn't think the clock struck more than twelve times.
I decided to name her insomnia.
Her teeth show like white seeds in a scarlet fruit."
-The Devil Wears Prada, "This Song Is Called"


Sleep wasn't coming. She'd welcomed it, dressed for it, waited for it. Tonight, it avoided her. Kathrine wished that this was an abnormality, but peaceful rest eluded her many a night. Hours after dark and she knew laying in her soft bed of feather pillows and silk sheets would only increase her frustration. She found herself growing quite angry that the rest of the world was going to sleep, but she wasn't. She was awake the same as the night-crawlers who were beginning to wake. That wasn't right. She wasn't a part of their society, crawling on the bellies of the street pretending they were a higher class above humans and hunters. Tonight would be another night she would stay awake until four AM and then sleep for two or three hours. What's new?

Finally too irritated to lay in bed any longer, she aggressively threw the covers off of her thin body and stood up quickly. She threw open her dresser, seeking a pair of khaki slacks and a deep violet blouse that hugged her body tight until it reached the elbows of her arms, where it fanned out and hung down slightly. Slamming the walnut dresser doors shut, she felt her anger finally leave her body. It was just sleep after all, right? No need to stress about it. Inhaling deeply, she looked at the time. 10:16PM. Even attempting to go to sleep early didn't help her. The one night she gave herself a break, and her body was so used to her "work" schedule that it wouldn't accept sleep.

Kathrine walked into the bathroom that connected to her bedroom. Contrary to her dark wood-themed bedroom, her bathroom was a colorful mixture of teal blue walls, white trim and floor, and yellow towels and decor. She opened the medicine cabinet that hid behind the mirror and pulled out a bandage wrap--a medical item she'd grown quite accustomed to. Reaching into a drawer she pulled out clips that would hold her hair to the right side of her head temporarily. She began the white bandage at her forehead, and began to wrap at an angle downward. She made sure the bandage didn't cover her ear, and brought the bandage underneath her layers of blonde hair. Subtle extensions would hide the bandage that couldn't be hidden underneath natural hair, and would blend in with her hair color. Most never looked closely enough to tell the difference.

A look in the mirror assured that the bandage was secure. It wasn't going anywhere. She always made sure of that. Her left eye, or rather the socket where it used to be, was completely covered just the way she preferred it to be. Kathrine has an artificial one to match the eye that still lives in her, but it didn't make a difference to her. The world wasn't taken in with it. It was just for show. A show nobody saw, because Kathrine wanted it that way. With the white wrap she had control over what people saw and what people didn't. It made her feel better about this weakness of hers.

In the living room, her roommate sat on the couch playing a game console, the same thing he'd been doing since he got home from work at seven. Ryan was far from being her best friend, but he owned the house and gave her the room cheap. With her income, it was a deal she couldn't turn down. He was moderately attractive. A pretty face, but he didn't shave nearly enough and rarely got a haircut. Or changed clothes. But he was a nice enough guy.
"How's my little insomniac doin'?" He asked, but his brown eyes stayed glued to the television screen.
"What do you think?" She snapped. He'd seen her already in her pajamas and brushing her teeth and closing her door to go to bed. And yet here she was again, awake and fully dressed. She had to remind herself that he was just being nice. She sighed. "I'm fine. Sick of not being able to sleep when I actually get a break."

Ryan, of course, didn't know anything about her life behind the scenes. What she actually did at night, why she was so exhausted when she got home, why she always jumped in the shower after 'work'. Kathrine was pretty sure he thought she was a stripper though he hadn't voiced it yet. It was far from the truth. She wished she had someone she could talk to about her true nightlife. Actually, there was. But she wasn't sure he had any interest in what she had to say. After all, he already had a girl who could tell him everything she wanted. Why would he want a second girl venting about her life to him? Precisely why the girlfriend must go. Marcus was the only one Kathrine felt comfortable enough to talk to, to be herself around. She didn't want to settle for anyone else.

Now she wondered if he was busy. She had an entire night to do nothing with; perhaps she could make plans with him. Happy to see she had grabbed her phone from the room when she left, she pulled it out of her pocket. She didn't like using modern technology much, unlike Ryan who had every new iPhone or music player that came out on the day it's released. On the other hand, it's not very easy to make plans through writing a letter. She looked through her contacts and once she found Marcus, she pressed the green phone button to begin the call.

Holding the phone away from her ear while it dialed, she looked over at Ryan through the only eye she could see with and let him know: "I'm going to go out tonight," she said with a little smile. She hoped it would just be the two hunters hanging out tonight, leaving the tag-along girlfriend Emilia behind. "Don't bother staying up for me, I'll bring a spare key." Bringing the phone back to her ear, she went back to her room to grab her car keys. Whether Marcus was available or not, she didn't want to stay in the house listening to Ryan kill people on the television.

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Garrison's eyelids felt like lead weights by the time the sun had gone down. For some inexplicable reason, he couldn't find any rest today. He reached up as he closed his eyes and massaged his eyelids slowly, hoping to get some feeling into them. As with everyone else who'd ever tried this method, it failed miserably. As he shook his head and opened his eyes, he took a moment to gather where exactly he was. No surprise to Garrison, he was standing in the hallway just outside Rebecca's room, leaning with his back to the wall. Even with all the modern conveniences of security systems and 911, several decades of being trained for a job like this were hard to ignore and with the unusual nature of what Rebecca had to deal with, it was never going too far to add another precaution. For Garrison, standing up propped against a wall all night was better than leaving things to chance and possibly loosing his charge and only friend.

All his pain was forgotten when he started hearing the sounds of Rebecca getting up. Knowing she might be bothered by his lack of sleep, he quickly put on a brave face, slapped his cheeks, and forced his eyes wide just before she stepped out of her room and greeted him. He gave her a simple wave and a wide smile as she passed, keeping his eyes suddenly open suddenly not feel like such a hard thing. The one thing Garrison had to look forward to after a long day and before an even longer night was being able to see Rebecca first thing right between the two. Once Rebecca had passed by, he threw back his head and smacked it against the wall, letting out a low sigh before he went off to his own room to get ready himself.

He pushed open the door to his rather simple room. Compared to Rebecca's own room, Garrison's was very dull with a four tan walls, a twin bed, a simple closet that had clothes everywhere but on the hangars, a very small bathroom next to it, and a workbench in the very corner covered in grease, gears, and other various metal pieces that he used to put together the various concealed weapons he put in his wardrobe. He pushed open the door to the bathroom and took a quick, cold shower before throwing on a pair of faded jeans, a white shirt with a brown leather jacket over it, a pair of matching gloves, and a strange little scarf around his neck to keep people guessing.

Garrison stepped into the kitchen just as Rebecca was finishing her blood packet. "Good evenin', sunshine," he said merrily as he stepped towards the fridge, nudging the door open with his right foot. He crouched down to get a better look inside, picking through the different packages like it mattered which, to him, it didn't. "You know," he said, squinting at a packet before grabbing it out of the fridge. "I'm half expecting one day waking up, grabbing something to eat, and tasting tomato juice." He chuckled at the rather strange thought as he plopped down on a chair, putting his feet up on the table and sinking into the lifeblood as casually as a human would drink a juice box. Draining it quickly, it tossed it on the table and looked over at Rebecca with a smile. "So, what's on the schedule? Tea parties or full out rebellion?" he asked with a comical mirth.

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Rebecca turned around as Garrison entered the room and greeted her with his same old lazy smile. Just by looking at Garrison, one would never think he was a bodyguard nor how deadly he was. This image he presented was one of the reasons why he made such a good bodyguard because people underestimate him. Still, to Rebecca he really was a good man and made her feel safe. Just as much as he protected her, the vampiress did everything she could to make sure he staid protected. Well, as much as he would let her.

"Hehe, so it's sunshine tonight huh? Very cute, sugar pie. Maybe one of these days I will add tomato juice to the fridgerator." Rebecca giggled before coming up next to his chair and pinching him on the cheek before walking away.

When Garrison asked what they were doing today, Rebecca sighed before sitting down next to him.

"Today is another one of 'Queen Elizabeth's' council meetings. I swear, if the queen broke a nail, she might even hold a council meeting." she commented sarcastically.

It was a pain to put on the 'I support Queen Elizabeth' act on. There were days when Rebecca didn't know who was worse, the queen herself or her supporters. She sure hoped that the ones who were at least ignorant of the queen's ill behavior would switch to her side when the time came to play her cards. It had taken her a very long time to get to this point and now it was becoming a real juggling act that sometimes left Rebecca physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. At least for now at times like this, she had her privacy and could be completely herself.

After finishing her blood sack, she threw it away and went to check on how much food they had. The food wasn't really for Rebecca or Garrison or the few vampire servents they had, but for the human servants they had. They only had a few to mostly help clean the house, but the few that did live her knew about Rebecca and had to take a blood oath to keep their mouths quiet. Rebecca was very careful and thorough on who she allowed onto her grounds, especially humans. So far everything was working out fine.

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Amongst the many rows of lifeless bodies buried deep under the earths surface, there stood a man. A young man who despite his youthful appearance seemed to be matured in both mind and spirit. His unnaturally white hair moved as though it was a part of the nights wind and his grey lifeless looking eyes stared into the darkness with a look of longing, a look of loneliness. The young man looked as if he didn't belong, as if he wasn't meant to be, and in his mind he thought he was. Yet despite what he may look or feel he was living, or at the very least he was existing. He stood there wearing; a black trench coat, a fedora, white dress shirt, black loose fitting tie, black khakis, and a pair of black Italian leather shoes. One would say that his apparel was quite dark, even for a cemetery, but he didn't mind what others thought. He never cared what others thought. 'People live their lives in fear of what another feels about them, but why must we do this', the young man thought. 'If people truly cared for one another what difference does it make if we look different, feel different, have different beliefs. If we truly cared for one another none of that would matter. Yet instead we live this way, in fear of others... I will not live that way.'

The young man then walked towards a crypt which was situated amongst the graves in the middle of the cemetery. The crypt had the family name "Giordano" engraved on it, and one would expect for the crypt to contain the bodies of the families dearly passed. However if one thought this, they would be wrong. The young man removed a small silver key from his coat pocket and opened the doors to the crypt and entered. Although the outside of the crypt made it look like it was made of stone from the inside one would see that the walls and ceiling were made with pure silver. Why would a crypt need to have pure silver walls and ceiling? A crypt wouldn't for this was not a crypt, it was an Interrogation room, one used against the greatest threat to humanity. Supernaturals. Within the crypt the young man was in there were three other occupants at this time, all of which were chained to the wall by pure silver chains. All three of these people screamed in pain and agony as if their very flesh was being burned, and it was. The silver chains were digging into the peoples skin and it was causing them immense pain. The young man looked at all three of them with disgust in his eyes, he thought of these people no better than he would a serial killer. These people had gained his hate, and they had earned it and he believed his feelings were justified. For these people were not people, they were vampires.

"So, I guess one of you didn't survive until now... how sad.", the young man said while pointing to a pile of ash underneath more silver chains. "I guess having sunlight access in a crypt is quite unnecessary if you wish to keep you creatures alive." In response to this the other three vampires cursed at the young man with great loathing in their eyes. He then said, "Oh come now are you really telling me you had feelings for that vampire. Don't tell me you vampires have feelings now or I might feel bad for all the countless ones I have killed... well, exterminated." The young man then took out a two revolvers, each custom made with the initials "M.G" engraved on them. As he begins to load the guns he begins to talk to the vampires saying, "If you all want to keep your abominable unlife I will give you now the opportunity to do so... Simply tell me all you know about a vampire raid which took place four years ago against a League of Hunters family and I will let you live... Anything you now say that is not relative to this subject..." The young man then cocked and pointed the revolvers at the vampires. "...Will be greeted with a silver bullet."

The three vampires then looked amongst each other as they were trying to think of what the young man was talking about. One of the vampires, one which looked like a young women then began to say, "I was not apart of that vampire raid but that story is well known amongst us vampires... even young ones such as ourselves... but there are secrets within that raid that even vampires like us do not know." The young man then asked that same vampire who would know such things that she was talking about. A male vampire then started cursing at the young woman vampire to keep her mouth shut. But the young man shot him with a silver bullet to the brain, silencing the vampire. The young woman continued saying, "Within vampire society we have our own hierarchy, if you were to question one of them you probably would find the answers you are looking for... but being able to capture an elder is impossible... even for someone such as yourself." The third vampire, a young male vampire, had then finally gotten out of his chains and began to lunge and attack the young man. Without looking the young man had shot three silver bullets into that vampires chest and had turned around and aimed a revolver at him. The young man's eyes began to turn blood red as he pulled the trigger, the bullet which came out was now glowing red and had on impact caused the vampire's body to disintegrate, turning into nothing but ash. The young female vampire noticed what had happened and was completely awestruck. She thought, 'This must be the hunter the Queen is searching for... I must tell her as soon as I can... Being the Queen's spy is not that bad, once I tell her this at the meeting tonight I will be set for life. I hope the meeting doesn't start soon since I'm suppose to give my reports today...'

The young man turned his attention back to the young female vampire as he began to say, "If capturing and killing an elder vampire is necessary to accomplish my goal... I guess there is nothing but to do this. Thank you for your assistance, you are the first that has ever told me any truths and to that I am grateful." The young man then poured gasoline over the other vampire and lit him on fire, leaving him to die a horrible painful death. "...I am sorry however that I will be unable to keep my promise, I can't let a vampire get a way just because she was willing to help me... Surely you understand." The young man then tossed the rest of the gasoline underneath the young female vampire as he walked to the exit of the crypt. "...Oh how rude of me I forgot to tell you... My name is Marcus Giordano and I am a leader amongst the League of Hunters... and I am the one who will be sending your soul to hell, Goodbye." Marcus threw a wooden stake at the vampire, impaling her heart leaving her paralyzed and unable to do anything to escape. He then exited and locked the crypt, walking away as if he was visiting his families grave.

Once Marcus had reached his motorcycle he had noticed that he was two hours late for his date with Emilia. Cursing at himself because of this Marcus sped through traffic until he reached "The Lazy Couch Cafe". Outside of the cafe he bought a lovely bouquet of roses and a novel titled "Outlander" written by Diana Gabaldon. Entering the cafe Marcus began to walk towards Emilia. She was entrancing, beautiful beyond comparison, and the only one Marcus had loved and will love. He was so caught up by her beauty that he tripped over himself and fell in front of Emilia, landing on the floor next to her table. Embarrassed Marcus stood up brushed off his coat, picked up his fedora from the ground which had fallen off his head, and bowed while looking at Emilia. He then said, "I guess the term and phrase of falling in love is quite literal... well at least for me." He then presented the roses, which were surprisingly not affected by the fall, and the novel which he had bought for Emilia. "I know I am late but I bought these for a peace offering, work is getting quite hectic." Marcus placed the gifts on the table and then he began to caress the left side of Emilia's beautiful face as he began to kiss her, a long loving kiss which was almost as gentle as a summers breeze. Afterwards Marcus sat next to Emilia, placing his arm around her and taking a bite of one of her croissants. "How was your day Emilia?"

Before Emilia could answer Marcus's phone had started to ring, he took out his phone and noticed that it was voice mail. "I guess it's just my uncle from work, he's been really helpful with the company... I don't know what I could do without him." Marcus then put the phone to his ear as he listened to the voice mail, but to his surprise it wasn't his uncle, it was Katherine. According to the message Marcus had received it seemed that Katherine was going to go to his house. Quite understandable, but I can't leave Emilia here after I had just arrived. "My dear Emilia do you mind if I make a call? Business with the company you know, all that jazz."

After receiving the reluctant 'okay' Marcus phoned Katherine and told her, "I'm sorry that I am busy at the moment, I'll be able to talk business after a while. Just make yourself at home, I pay no expenses when it comes to our business... I have also obtained some information which should help with the planning with our new project. See you soon." After the phone call Marcus put his phone back into his coat pocket and stared into Emilia's eyes, holding her hand he said, "You have me now and forever... no matter how many business meetings I have my time and self belong to you... To bad no one else can understand that though, right?"

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Garrison groaned and leaned back even further in the seat, putting himself very close to knocking himself over. "A meeting with her royal pain in the ass and her merry band of pale puppets. Can this day get any better?" He pushed himself back into a normal sitting position before jumping out of his seat and pacing around the table as he bantered on. "You know, I got the easy end of this job. I just sit there and listen to all the squabbling and brown nosing. But you're actually thrown into that wolf's den!" he exclaimed, waving his hand at her quickly. "I don't know how you can handle all it. Makes standing around all day and taking the occasional bullet look like a walk in the part." He stopped dead in his tracks, rolling what he just said over in his mind. After a short pause, he shrugs his shoulders once. "Okay, maybe I'm not helping you look forward to this day," he said, chuckling weakly as he looked over at Rebecca and scratched the back of his head nervously.

Putting his usual 'comedy routine' aside for the time being, he moved over to a clear patch of wall and leaned back against it, closing his eyes and taking a quick cleansing breathe before using his power. After so many years of using it, Garrison had easily learned to pull up his 'sixth sense' on a whim, though he always tried to stay concentrated so nothing slipped the net. As far as he knew, powers like his were very rare and very useful, though very hard to explain to others. Most assume it's some supernatural enhancement to once of his senses, but it was really a sense of it's own. It was like trying to explain sight to the blind. As the power kicked in, he instantly felt Rebecca's aura standing just a few feet away from him. In other parts of the house, there was the 'feel' of the servants, both human and vampire, moving around, getting ready for the day's work. Nothing unfamiliar to his relief.

Garrison's eyes snapped back open, the entire process only taking a brief moment. He pushed himself off the wall and started to bother Rebecca again. "You know, we could always play the hookie card. Just skip out on all the bull. Maybe get some work done, maybe do what we want. I heard there's this crazy goth bar I've been wanting to hit. And we'd both fit right in." He gave her a quick look over, chuckling as he realized how formal her clothes were. "Well, one of us would. But I'm sure you got -something- hidden in the back of that small country you call a closet that would work."

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As angry as she was, Emilia couldn't help but laugh at her clumsy boyfriend. No matter how angry she was, he always new how to make her forget all that. He could set her on fire but she would still never say anything about it, just smile."Oh, Marcus they're beautiful!" she said as she saw the gorgeous deep red roses. "And thank you for the book." Emilia took it in her hands and kissed him back. She turned it over and smiled as she read the back. "My day was..." she began but was cut off by his cell phone ringing. Her face immediately dropped. When he asked her she just nodded her head. It was only a phone call, so why should she be angry? But Marcus was always at work it seemed and she felt he was extremely distant lately and she knew if she ever wanted to make plans he would guarantee them because he never knew if he would get called in or not.

"Right." she smiled agreeing. "I've missed you. I haven't seen you since Tuesday. Work was hectic. Mr. Saunders all most peed on me again. And of course I had to be one of the few selected to do flu shots." she sighed as she recalled her day to him and he listened completely, but she sensed he was thinking about something, maybe work? "Let's take tomorrow off. Go to those hiking trails in Hawan Forest. I know it two hours away but we could go early and go all day. I could pack a picnic with sandwiches and take my camera and..." Emilia knew it was a no as soon as she looked at his face. She knew she would get the routine "Emilia, you know I can't. I wish I could but the company is absolutely thriving and I never know if I'll be asked to go in." Sure he might add something new in there but it was mostly the same.

After they stayed at the Cafe until ten she decided she better get Marcus to take her home. She had a 4 am to 4 pm shift the next day and she loved riding on Marcus's bike, he always carried a spare helmet for her. Once they got over to her place he walked her to the door of her apartment complex and she gave his a light kiss on the left corner of his lips. As he turned and walked down the stairs Emilia blurted out, knowing she wouldn't be able to do it any other way, "Would you like to sleep over?"

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Rebecca smiled sadly as Garrison talked about her role, or many roles as it were. Yes it was challenging and Rebecca herself was sometimes amazed on how she was able to handle it. Of course the answer was simple: it was Garrison. He made her sane by just treating her like a normal person. Many of the vampire elite treated her like a poreclain doll and the lower classes either were too in awe to say anything or didn't really talk to her for they felt they didn't have that right. Even her followers only saw a certain side to her that she only allowed them to see as well as her few enemies. Of course there was also the roles she played out in human society so no human would figure out what she was. So the only one who knew the real Rebecca was sitting right next to her.

Rebecca laughed when he made the suggestion of playing hookie. It was a tempting thought. How long had it been since she did something fun? Too long. Unfortunately, as much as she wanted to skip out on the council meeting, she knew it wasn't possible.

"As lovely as that sounds, I will have to pass. Tonight Morgan will give her report on the recent Hunter who has been killing off a good number of lower class vampires. Now normally this kind of news isn't new, but few of our own spies have reported that this hunter has been capturing vampires, rather than killing them right off the bat. It could mean he has a reason behind it. More than likely, he's trying to find out something. I know this because I talk to Rocco last night and he said a couple weeks ago, he was able to see that the hunter had captured a few vampires and brought them to a cementary into a crypt. Unfortunately he couldn't get too close or the hunter would pick up on his scent. From the sounds of it, this one is an elite hunter. I would call up Celestyne about this matter, but ever since the Giordano incident several years ago, we haven't hardly ever talk much." she said.

Thinking about that incident made Rebecca sad and angry at the same time. Some time ago, she had made an alliance with the League of Hunters to start developing an army of Dhampires. She knew that the 1st Dhampire was the 1st Hunter so it was possible to recreate the species. Unfortunately that turned out to be a disaster. Somehow Elizabeth found out about the experiamentation and nearly destroyed an entire family. It been a miracle that the queen never found out that Elizabeth was linked to the experiamentation. Rebecca was still trying to find out who leaked the information to the queen. She honestly thought that everything was safe. The only surviving member of that family was the League's leader, Celestyne. It was one of Rebecca's few regrets, knowing she was responsible for the death of many innocents.

Banishing those thoughts, Rebecca threw away the empty blood bag and turned towards Garrison.

"Howabout I clear up my schedule tomorrow and then we go to that new goth club you mentioned." she added with a wink before turning and walking out of the kitchen.

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There was nothing particularly amusing about human suffering in and of itself. Essentially it was no different to animal suffering. If a bird's nest was discovered by predators and it's chicks eaten, the bird did not mourn, tarry, or spend time cursing a god most of it's own population didn't even believe in. They simply flew away, made a new nest, and tried again.

But the breaking story on the evening news was causing Drake a rare level of amusement. Few establishments had as much stock put into them at the 'Olmpics', and after years of preparation, Tokyo, the host city for the 2020 event, had been struck by a catastrophic earthquake. For the first time since the second world war, it was looking like the monolithic spectacle would not go ahead at all. Thousands were dead, of course, and millions of dollars worth of damage, but all the media could talk about was the catastrophe of all those years of preparation lost.

With a shake of his head he placed the Tablet PC to one side and rested his head back a little. He'd spent the night in the security suite of Queen Elizabeth's residence. It seemed expedient to do so in the wake of a Council meeting. The sun outside was long since fallen from the winter sky, and his daytime rest had been short after a long night. It was a time of year when fewer people braved the streets, particularly on their own. Drake had discovered that he could offset the scarcity of prey by frequenting night clubs, which never failed to draw humans into one place at any time of year. For a perpetually youthful, supernaturally handsome male, it was little effort to lure at least one healthy female human (or even from time to time a male...) away from the staggering throng. It was a dangerous business; the lifestyle of more hedonistic vampires meant that hunters often frequented such places. But in times of increased hardship, needs must.

(Given that the popular portrayal of vampires in human culture, Drake had often marvelled at how a crowd of intoxicated dancers in front of a DJ far more closely resembled their own image of a crowd of zombies animated by the art of a necromancer.)

As such, the previous night had been an uncharacteristically lively one...but the endeavour had served it's purpose; Drake had fed well. In tandem with a daytime of rest, it would stand him in good stead for the fact that he would unlikely have much opportunity to feed tonight.

Noting the hour, he rose and smoothed down his double breasted coat, his hand stopping as he felt the solid lump of his USP45, giving it a satisfied pat. He made his way out through the corridors, and through the recieving hall. The various members of the queen's staff glanced at him warily. He knew, however, that it was not he himself that they were wary of, but the queen. There had been discontented grumblings throughout the society of vampires, and Elizabeth's reputation for holding someone guilty until proven innocent was well deserved. Drake...he was nothing more than the instrument.

It was as he was passing the library that Drake paused, tilting his head to the side and peering in through the slit of the door. It was him...Aiden. By himself as usual. Drake was unsure what Aiden's role - if any - would be in the forthcoming Council meeting. He simply grunted and moved along, standing outside the door of the queen's chamber until she saw fit to summon him.

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When Marcus heard Emilia's request he knew he would have to disappoint her again. He didn't like deceiving Emilia, he wished he truly could reveal all of his secrets to her, but he knew he couldn't. To protect Emilia Marcus knew he would have to keep the supernatural world a secret from her, and of course his biggest secret which concerned Emilia. Emilia's parents have been missing for two years, she believes them to be vacationing in a distant locale but Marcus knows the truth. Emilia's parents are not missing, they are not hiding, they are dead. Even though Marcus knew this he couldn't reveal that he did to Emilia for if he did she would undoubtedly hate him for keeping that secret from her. No, Marcus knew that he had to keep the supernatural world a secret from Emilia and because he needed to keep that a secret he couldn't reveal why her parents are dead.

Marcus shook his head to relieve that distant memory from his mind. He then turned around to Emilia and said, "To turn down the warmth of such a beautiful women on this cold night a man would be a fool." Marcus then walked up to Emilia and embraced her in a kiss. He wanted to stay with her, he longed to be able to have a normal life with Emilia but he knew that it was a far off dream. Releasing his lips from hers Marcus said to Emilia, "I will have to play the fool for another night... but I will always be a fool in love with you, no matter where I am." Marcus started to walk down the stairs and approached his motorcycle. Now sitting on his motorcycle Marcus started the engine and turned and looked at Emilia, "Tomorrow night I won't be working, I had cleared my schedule for tomorrow night... You didn't think I would forget the night that we first met each other now did you?" Marcus then put on his helmet and lifted up the eye shield then continued saying, "There's this new goth club that opened up and I thought we might be able to go there tomorrow... I know that's not your particular scene but I thought it would be an exciting change for both of us, seeing as our lives changed the day we met... Now I think I'm over doing it with the cheesy cliche talk, but I can't help it... I'll pick you up after school... or work... Wait... uh... never mind I'll stop guessing, just text me when you want to be picked up. Goodnight my Sunlight, don't leave me in the darkness to long." And with that Marcus drove off, blowing a kiss to Emilia as he did so.

After driving for some time Marcus stopped his motorcycle in front of a high gated fence. He then clicked a button on his motorcycle keys which caused the gate to open, then Marcus continued to drive down the driveway, gate closing as he did. After parking his motorcycle in his garage full of vehicles Marcus walked to the front door and looked at the mansion. For one person this mansion was too big, but it wasn't always that way. The mansion use to belong to one of Marcus's grandparents but was left to Marcus's father upon their death, then left to Marcus after his families death. The style of the mansion was modern for when it was made, it didn't have a warm feeling which most homes did it instead felt quite cold, no matter how warm it was inside. Upon opening the door which had a silver door knob the Mansion inside had marble floors and silver fixtures and designs, most of the furniture was made by silver, black leather, and maple wood. There were also many symbols and glyphs on the walls and floor tiles, with unknown meaning. Although the place had such a cold feeling it was home to Marcus and he treasured it more than any material thing he had in his possession.

After a few minutes a tall middle aged gentleman with salt and pepper hair approached Marcus and offered him a drink. This mans name is Jasper an he is Marcus's butler, assistant, house sitter, hitman, and personal bodyguard when at home. Jasper has served the Giordano for many years and regrets the events which happened four years ago. Jasper had then informed Marcus that Katherine was sitting and waiting within the kitchen, she was eating dinner and desert which Jasper had made. Marcus then walked over towards the kitchen area which Katherine was in. Marcus wanted to surprise Katherine and get her on her toes. From out of Katherine's sight Marcus threw three silver knives at her, with a shadow blade hidden behind the center blade. Katherine had then parried all of the blades perfectly but at that moment Marcus had appeared behind her from her blindside and had a knife at Katherine's throat and a wooden stake behind her back aiming for her heart. Marcus then said, "Good evening Katherine, I see that your senses are as sharp as ever..." Marcus noting that Katherine had a wooden stake aimed towards his pelvis. "...I think this will be a draw." He then pulled back his weapons and placed them on the kitchen table. "...Your abilities are becoming quite impressive, even with your blindside it is still hard to sneak up behind you... However there is still a delay between your blind and non-blind side, even if it is small."

Marcus then sat next to where Katherine was sitting and started to eat some of the desert which was sitting on the table. After taking a few bites from the desert Marcus began to speak, saying, "Tonight's interrogation was successful... your information of those three being spies was correct as was the information of them following me. I have to thank you for watching my back these past few days, I had a feeling like I was being watched." He then walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of cola, tossed one to Katherine and began to drink another. Marcus then continued by saying, "It seems like they have caught wind of our investigation and have decided to counteract against us... I guess even if we were aiming at just killing young vampires it was bound to catch up on us sooner or latter... Even though they know what we are doing, it makes it more prevalent for us to guise whatever we do..."

"One of the vampires said that only certain vampires know of the events that happened four years ago, and it would seem that only elder vampires and noble vampires would know of what happened." Marcus then finished the rest of his drink, lighting up a cigarette as he did, smoking and taking drags. Marcus then said, "I want to know your opinion on how we could gain knowledge of who is an elder or noble, and where we would acquire one..." Marcus already thought of a plan to scope out and gain information, he planned on finding vampires in the new goth club which had just recently opened. Because of the club being a goth club it will attract many vampires, some of which could even be elders or nobles. He just wondered if Katherine knew of this information, he was testing her abilities as a hunter.

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Emilia sighed as Marcus declined her offer, even as she smiled at his extremely cheesy love lines. Her head bobbed in agreement for their plans tomorrow. Would he be late again? Tomorrow she would find out, but for now she was slightly let down and tired. So she unlocked her door and headed inside, ready for sleep. Emilia let down her hair and changed into an over sized t-shirt. After her face was washed and her teeth were brushed, Emilia went around the house and turned off the lights. Once inside he dark room she looked out her window and stared at the moon. The night sky was especially beautiful tonight and she wished it could just take her away to a different time or place or anything. As she fell back onto her bed, eyes still locked with the moon, the world around her began to change.

Instead of falling onto her bed she fell onto lush green summer grass. She could hear the lake and see the moon reflecting it's light off the surface. They were on top of a hill and a tree covered them. There were no houses in sight, only beautiful landscape. They? There was a man with her. At first she believed it to be Marcus but she was wrong. Marcus had silver hair and this man had brown. Where Marcus had eyes of grey this man had eyes of light brown with flecks of gold, like the sun and he was slightly shorter then Marcus. And though she was unfamiliar with this man, she felt safer in this place then anywhere else in the world. When she turned from his face she saw he were in clothes that were not accustom to today's dress. He wore a suit with a petticoat and old fashioned shoes. Everything about his seemed young but his dress. When she looked down at herself she realized she wore a purple dress with a bustier and long skirt.

"Aiden, this is no way to treat a lady." The words came out of her mouth without her realizing she had spoken. She felt more like an audience then a participator. "Are you uncomfortable?" he immediately asked, a look of concern across his face. Emilia laughed and kissed his nose. "Oh, how I love you so." Aiden pulled her close. "I love you too." he replied. Emilia pulled him away only so slightly as to look in his eyes. "Aiden?" all fun was lost from her voice and she had become extremely serious. "Yes?" he asked, anxiously. "I don't want to wait until our wedding night. I love you now. And when we are in that church, while everyone is looking at us, we'll have a little secret between us that no one will know. It'll be just between us. What do you think?" she asked, waiting eagerly for his response. She waited a long time, just looking in his eyes. As she began to open her lips to speak again, Aiden's crashed onto hers.

Emilia awoke to her cell phone ringing it's morning alarm and the sun shining on her. She felt as if she had gotten no sleep at all. As she brushed her hand through her hair she felt something. Pulling it out of her hair she saw it was a piece of grass.

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As Rebecca explained the reason for the meeting to Garrison, he kept a straight, perfect poker face. On the inside, he was boiling with rage at the thought of hunters kidnapping vampires. It was no secret that he thought they were the scum of the earth, trying to kill those who were obviously stronger than them. The part that he hated the most is that they succeeded sometimes. As he thought back to the Giordano incident, he was reminded of perhaps the only time he had not seen eye to eye with Rebecca's views. Though he never voiced it aloud, working with hunters made his skin crawl and he saw dhampire as utter abominations to the world. The worst part was that the only successful one that had been created was now off was gone, completely off the face of the face of the world. So much time, effort, and resources had been wasted on what he thought was a foolhardy venture to begin with. Garrison knew it wasn't healthy to keep his dislike of some of the things Rebecca had done in the past bottled up inside of him. How was he any better than those who ruled under Elizabeth and were too scared of the consequences of speaking out against her? The only thing that stopped him from being pushed over the ledge and spilling everything he disagreed with her about was that he knew the both of them needed this healthy relationship to keep going. Besides, the disagreements were by far outweighed by what he agreed on her with.

All negative thoughts were pushed out of Garrison's mind as Rebecca brought up going to the nightclub the next night. When she winked, a sly smile crossed his face and he felt the old familiar butterflies in his chest. She never ceased to amaze him. Jumping out of his seat, he followed close behind her as she walked out of the room. "Keep that promise and I'll clean my room," he said, chuckling merrily at the thought. His room was due for a good clean-up of blood packets from late noon snacking, broken gear from overuse of his weapons, and shredded, bloody clothes from his duty as a bodyguard. He knew that if she kept her promise, he'd regret it the second they left the club. Garrison hated going out of his way just to clean a room he barely occupies.

He reached inside the right pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small ring of keys with almost a dozen different keys of various shapes and sizes. "Promises aside, how are we getting there tonight?" he asked as he began swinging the ring around on the end of his finger. Garrison had quite a nasty streak to show for the little bunch of keys that he held. While one was just a house key and it's spare, most of them were car keys and almost none of them were gained by what most would consider legal means. Most of them were sports cars that he'd driven right off the lot without even seeing a salesman. A few were stolen and hotwired on nights that felt particularly boring. Three of them were from would be assassins that didn't need them any longer. For such a simple little circle of metal, it certainly had a rather long nasty streak.

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The phone continued to ring, a sound that grew increasingly irritating up until the fourth when it went to his voicemail. "Damn it, Marcus," she said to herself, leaning back into the driver's seat of her car. The automatic voice message told her the number she was calling, something she was already aware of, and asked her to leave a message. Kathrine left a brief message asking if he was available and to call her back, knowing that if she asked to "hang out" he would disregard it as too casual of a meeting and reject her to visit with Emilia, if he wouldn't already. Forcing the keys into the ignition and turning it hard. The 2012 Chrysler 300 kicked up to life and she tossed her phone into the passenger seat. Kathrine threw the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway with a purr of the engine, then took off down the street about ten over the speed limit. Destination unknown, but downtown was the direction.

The car had been a gift from her adoptive parents. It was the last thing she had been expecting as a parting gift when she had left their house at nineteen. Kathrine had been so used to taking a public bus everywhere, she thought it would be years of making her own paycheck before she could even drive herself to work. Her parents had treated her well. The car was only eight years old now and aside from the few dents she'd acquired over the years from somewhat reckless driving, it was in good condition.

Drive safe, they'd said. Don't spend your money too fast, they'd said. Chris and Dana had given her so many words of advice on the day she left. She was young, of course. Everything they had said passed through one ear and out the other. But it remained in her memory nonetheless. They had stood there in her biological parents place, doing a much better job at it than the real ones ever did. Kathrine honestly preferred to pretend they were dead. It was easier that way. For a while. Until the idea of having a brother or sister out there in this world of darkness creeped into her mind, and she became aware that she may never know them. Kathrine had always had an instinct to protect someone or something. She didn't know why, but it was always there. She casted it off as just wanting to protect the human race from those who feed on their blood.

Kathrine's thoughts disintegrated when her phone's ringtone broke the silence within the car. Taking one hand off the wheel she picked up her phone and looked down to see who it was. Her heart jumped just slightly and she answered the call. Perhaps he wasn't so busy tonight. It was a short call, and by the buzz of quiet conversation in the background it was clear that he was in the middle of something. However, she was invited to make herself at home at his house, and she was glad that she had been heading in the right direction.

When she reached the front door of the Giordano estate, she gave two heavy knocks. Kathrine had welcomed herself in many times without knocking, but without Marcus there she didn't feel comfortable doing so. She waited until Jasper greeted her sweetly, and walked inside. "Have you eaten, Kathrine?"
She smiled. Jasper was pleasant company to keep. There were many assistants that hated their job and did well showing it. Jasper didn't. Even with the additional danger of guarding Marcus in his own home, he was a kind man. "I have not."
"Let me get you something to eat," he insisted. The tone of his smooth voice left no room for objection. Before she knew it, she was sitting at a quaint wooden table within the kitchen eating a small meal of meat loaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a thin slice of warm apple pie that filled the room with its sweet scent. She saved the pie for last, preferring it to be the last taste in her mouth. Before she could get to it though, her ears picked up on the faintest sound of a change in the air. Kathrine dodged without a thought, and saw through the peripheral of her right eye the glint of silver. They were regular kitchen knives, but Kathrine could spot a knife or dagger from a mile away. They clattered to the floor with loud tangs against the tile while Kathrine pulled a short but sharp wooden stake from a holster on her belt. She began to spin left towards her attacker, but also in the direction of her blindspot. She instinctively froze when she felt a cold blade against the skin of her throat and realized she should have spun right.

Kathrine nearly slammed the stake in her hand backwards, into what she thought was the lower stomach of the attacker, but was stopped when she caught just a glimpse of white from the left peripheral of her eye. Marcus, she realized. When she became aware that this was merely a game, she looked down to see where the stake had been positioned. She couldn't help but laugh to herself. Marcus was much taller than she, and what she thought was his stomach was in reality his pelvis. "Good evening Kathrine, I see that your senses are as sharp as ever... I think this will be a draw."

With her heart still racing, she heard Marcus place the knife on the table, along with a stake that had been placed at her back. She hadn't been aware of it. It was no wonder he was third in command. "...Your abilities are becoming quite impressive, even with your blindside it is still hard to sneak up behind you... However there is still a delay between your blind and non-blind side, even if it is small."
Kathrine nodded, having heard this story too many times for irritation to creep in. "I'm getting better." It was true. Though it had been six years since she lost her eye, she hadn't begun training hardcore until about two years ago, when she began to rise in rank in the hunter league. "I'm also improving in left perception... If that makes any sense. I'm able to hit the outer rim of a target to my left without looking to aim as long as I get a good look at it first."

Kathrine smiled excitedly about her progress while Marcus sat down in the chair beside her and began to pick off of her apple pie. Pouting a little that he had gotten the first bite of her favorite desert, she scowled jokingly at him. "Vulture."
He ignored her and got down to business, saying, "Tonight's interrogation was successful... your information of those three being spies was correct as was the information of them following me. I have to thank you for watching my back these past few days, I had a feeling like I was being watched."
She caught the bottle of coke and twisted off the cap. "I'm happy to hear it did you some good. Keeping an eye out for others of our kind is just part of the job description," she said. There was no need to tell him that she kept an eye on him far more than any other hunter she claimed to watch out for. She then kept quiet and took a sip while he continued, and then she replied again. "It's no surprise that they were informed of the captured vampires somehow. It's becoming increasingly hard to sneak around the queen's people," she put emphasis in the disgust in her voice on 'queen'.

Kathrine's attention immediately grew when he brought up the events of his family's past. She knew this investigation meant everything to him, and rightfully so. Kathrine does have a curiosity in the back of her mind to learn what had happened to her parents and any other family she may have, but they were never murdered before her eyes for a cause she knew nothing about. This was more than just important to Marcus, so it was more than just important to Kathrine to help out in whatever way she can. He asked for her opinion, and she took a bite of the apple pie while she thought about it.

Finally she began to speak, twirling her fork around in the air while she did so. "Spying is a tool I don't think I'll ever stop using. I've gotten priceless information about the queen's possible intentions before by simply listening in to vampires having a perfectly normal conversation while taking a leisurely walk under the moon. I would say we go somewhere where vampires would be commonplace. Do you know of any new places in town where this could be possible?" Kathrine asked for new places because she knew the city well and she already knew where the vampire hot spots were...because those were generally the places where elders or nobles avoided. Hot spots were covered with lowly vampires, the ones who would better belong in the movies than in reality. Prostitutes, blood dealers, and criminals who use their enhancements to steal and murder. To Kathrine, the nobles were no better than the lowly ones and they deserve the same lifestyle.

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Marcus listened quietly as Katherine spoke, making notes in his mind on her observations. After Katherine had finished talking Marcus noticed how her method was closely related to how he would've approached the situation, intriguing him. However finding vampires who would openly talk about their affliction and lifestyle are becoming quite scarce, increasingly where they would usually gather information. Marcus than began to speak to Katherine, saying, "You're correct in suggesting we should spy and gather information from vampires. A hunter is better able to execute their plans if they have properly gathered information. However... we are lacking the ability to sneak around since they have finally caught up to our activities, even though they still are ignorant to what our intentions are." He then took another drag from his cigarette. Continuing he said, "There is a new place in town which we can go to to gather information, and it is most likely that some vampires will go their. It's this new goth nightclub downtown, perfect place to attract vampires. I have already made reservations for three..."

When Marcus had said this he felt a change in Katherine's mood. "Yes... for three. Hopefully you don't mind but I had already planned to go out tomorrow with Emilia... We will need to be increasingly more cautious than we have in the past, since Emilia will be with us. I will personally take care of her and gather information at the same time, you will gather information by yourself... you have shown yourself more then able to protect yourself. If at any time you will leave the club please inform me, and if anyone notices who we are... Hopefully by tomorrow we will have either have gained information on an elder or noble, or "acquired" one."

Jasper had then at that moment walked into the kitchen with a black case in his possession, which he then placed on the table. As Jasper walked away Marcus began to continue saying, "Thank you Jasper... Katherine in here you will find you're required equipment for tomorrow night. It contains two of my own companies pistols with twelve round clips already loaded, with six extra clips... all silver bullets. Six silver throwing knives, three ash wood stakes, and silver handcuffs... And of course a company credit card for all necessities you believe you will need tomorrow night which I haven't included already... Oh and buy yourself a nice outfit for tomorrow night, which can of course hide your various weapons... Don't worry about the legalities of having them in your possession, I have already taken care of that." Marcus then walked towards the table where he put out his cigarette in the ash tray. Walking back towards the kitchen he opened the oven and took out an apple pie with one piece missing. Placing the pie on the table where Katherine was he then began to say, "For the pie earlier, considering that I am... what did you say? A "vulture"?"

Smiling Marcus walked back towards the fridge which he opened and took out three cola's. Tossing one behind his back which landed next to Katherine's desert. Not turning back towards Katherine Marcus began to say, "I noticed that you haven't been eating or sleeping well for the past few weeks, and I believe it is my fault as to why. Consider this house as if it were your own, eat anything you wish and do anything you wish with anything here... I insist that you stay the night here. We won't be going out hunting tonight so don't worry just relax and catch on a few nights rest here tonight... You should really consider my offer of working for my company, being in closer proximity would be better for our plans... Anyway, goodnight, Jasper will show you around the house if you need anything." Marcus then walked out of the kitchen towards his study.

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The sound of one stirring from sleep was much like the sound of the sigh of one tiring of pretending to be asleep. Elizabeth slid a hand underneath her head, and did not respond to Aiden when he spoke to her. She lay, silent and brooding, until he left for the bathroom.

Throughout countless ages of mankind, Elizabeth had never suffered fools. Yet for one day short of a hundred years, she had forced herself to pretend to have no inkling of his scibbled musings. It was true enough that she did not know what he wrote. This was out of prudence. A reward, of sorts, for his submission and obedience in remaining with her. Perhaps, indeed, she did not even wish to know what he wrote. And yet a part of her even hoped for the worst; that he was writing of that wretched girl from his past. The one who had stood in the way. For if his writings were of her, then the girl would once again be a target, manifested in his diary, and she could destroy the memory all over again. But not yet...Aiden was not ready to let go. One day...

By the time Aiden emerged from the bathroom, she had scarcely moved a muscle. With habitual disinterest, he passed her by, redundantly informing her of where he would be. As though she would not be able to find her own husband in her own home. Was he trying to persuade her that he would not hide? Or was it evidence that he cared to be found after she arose?

Some luck...

The moment he closed the door behind him, she pushed off the cover and rose, sloping off the bed and unfurling herself with feline grace. For a minute she paced the room, taking in it's opulence and enjoying being among the fineries; as if she itself were the crowning jewel that completed it's magnificence. It had been her home for little over a century, and was no less grand than any chambre she had prepared for herself in the past. Except that it was underground. For the first time in her existence, the prevalence of hunters had made personal security a factor of consideration even in the location selection of her home. And she hated that she had to live beneath those pathetic creatures.

In her own time as a human, thousands of years ago, she had risen above them and become their queen. Then she had risen further, to become the queen of superior race, formed by her own hand from feral monsters to a majestic society. In the same breath she was both hailed as a god and feared as the devil.

And now, the emergence of the hunters necessitated her to a subterranean existence. She sighed and glanced up at the chandelier. At least she had brought the finer things from the surface down here with her...and power, that was something that never slipped from her grasp.

Her thoughts turned to the council meeting. Morgan was presenting findings on the activities of some particularly troublesome hunters. They called this 'urgent business'? Who had the hunter or hunters in question destroyed, apart from a few gutter-crawling vampires she would scarcely give more time of night to than a human? Still, the relevance or otherwise of anything anyone had to say in the meetings was immaterial; it was not the primary function of the Council and almost everyone knew it. It was consolidation, solidarity...loyalty to the Queen and a rendering of obedience by attending. It didn't prevent treacherous ideas from being seeded in the minds of her subjects; Elizabeth was all too aware of that. But it did mean that at least a few times a year, the traitors would either be conspicuous by their absence, or they would be within striking distance.

She distracted herself with the amusing sport of imagining the grave look on Morgan's trembling face as the 'horrifying' deeds of this terrible hunter were melodramatically recounted in the Council chambers, and she wordlessly set about dressing herself. When she was done, she walked over to the door, and firmly knocked on it three times, before turning away and strolling towards the chaise longue set opposite the bed.

Within moment the doors opene, and Drake stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Highness." he said in a flat but devout voice.

"It looks like it's going to be one of those nights Drake." she sighed wistfull, turning and gracing her chief bodyguard a small smile.

"Ma'am?"

"The Council, Drake. That troublesome shower that denies me so much of my precious time."

"Of course."

"Still," Elizabeth said with another sigh, "I suppose there's no point delaying the inevitable. Have Grinstead prepare the car and park it round the side. We'll leave in thirty minutes.

"Certain highness." Drake said, without the formality of bowing his head; his role as the Queen's second pair of eyes had excused him from such obligations. "Will...your husband be travelling to the Council chambre with us?"

There was a long pause as Elizabeth pondered the question. She knew the answer of course, but by not answering immediately it felt like the decision was more her own, rather than having been made for her.

"I shouldn't think so Drake." she said eventually. "It's tiresome enough that I have to attend myself, it's the least I can do for Aiden to spare him the drudgery."

Drake nodded slowly. He had, of course, seen Aiden in the library on his phone. No doubt already making plans for the day. Elizabeth's words did not persuade Drake that was she said was really the case. What husband to the Queen would not wish to be at her side at something as important as a Council meeting?

No matter, Drake thought to himself, that's exactly the kind of shortfall that I am here to make up for.

"I'll have it done at once my Queen." Drake turned to leave, "Will there be anything else?"

"Yes." Elizabeth said curtly, "Tell Axebridge to arrange for breakfast to be served en route."

"Are you sure, highness?"

"It's of necessity Drake, it's not how I'd choose to begin the morning." The Queen turned and walked up to Drake, who turned to face her on seeing her approach. With a coy smile she tugged at the knot of his tie and pulled it into centre. "I know it's not your job to arrange my breakfast Drake, but let's face it if we can't all adapt a little this modern lifestyle will be the death of us all. Don't you agree?"

It was only through years of habit that Drake managed to remain composed and stop a grin from breaking out on his face at the Queen's attentions, and his face remained unchanged.

"Quite so." he said, "I'll come and get you when the car's ready."

"Actually," Elizabeth said with a wry smile, "I think I shall wait in the library."

"Very well. I'll find you there."

Drake left, and Elizabeth smirked to herself, her confidence renewed somewhat at seeing the loyalty of some of her people. It was good to know that she did not have to doubt everyone. But, as the old saying goes, to the squeaky wheel goes the grease. She followed Drake out, and proceeded directly to the library. As expected, Aiden was still there.

"Morning my love." she said softly as she approached him, stopping a few feet short of him and noting that he'd had his phone out. "I'll be leaving for the Council before long. Will you be OK to find your own amusements while I'm gone?"

It was a loaded question, of course, but she managed to keep her expression as sweet and demure as ever she did for her husband.

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Rebecca looked at Garrison when he promised he would clean his room if she kept her promise. She had always wanted to clean his room herself when she once walked into his chambers. It looked like a hurricane came through it. Garrison was great at his job and other things, but the vampiress felt his biggest flaw was that he rarely cleaned his room and it was an annoyance. However, he always kept his promises so when he promised to clean his room, Rebecca knew he would keep it. Still, she had to make sure his definition of 'clean' was the same as hers.

"I don't want simply stuff picked off the floor or stuffed in your closet. I don't want to see any blood stains or broken equiptment scattered. It needs to look pristine by the time you are done. I'll give you one week to do it or I will make you babysit my little angels for a week for whenever I go to see them." she replied.

Her angels happened to be kids from an orphanage she opened up 10 years ago. One particular group she adored was the 5-8 year old group that she labeled as 'angels'. However a more proper term would be little devils for they were very rambuncious and Rebecca knew Garrison didn't know how to handle himself around kids. She would never ask him to leave her side, so she would always be there and she would make sure nothing bad happened either. Rebecca had planned on vising the orphanage in a couple days anyway. Being around human children was always a treat for her for she loved kids. Her orphanage was a way for her to be a mother in some sense. It killed her that she couldn't have any of her own. She wish she could adopt one for herself, but knew that it would be too much for her and she would never turn a child into a vampire. Children should be allowed to grow up, not permanently stay a child forever. No, Rebecca would never do that.

When they walked outside to the huge car garage, Garrison asked her what they should take. Since they were going to a council meeting, Rebecca was in the mood to look all business.

"Let's take the Phantom today." she replied, refering to the Roll Royse phantom they had.

Rebecca and Garrison both had expensive tastes in cars and the Phantom cost over $350,000. Of course that was spare change for Rebecca. She was actually a billionnaire by human standards, having amassed a great amount of wealth over the centuries. Of course, half of it came from her sire, who had left all his fortunes to her. Thinking about her first love always hurt, but the years have helped. It was now a bittersweet memory. That loss had also been caused by the vampire queen and Rebecca couldn't wait to make her pay for all the hurt she caused her and her family. Of course, she also believed that Elizabeth would bring about the downfall of their species, with her ignorance of not caring about all the low level vampires. They all had started that way at one point after all, even Elizabeth.

"Shall we go?" suggested Rebecca as she waited for Garrison to open the car.


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Kathrine hung on to every word that came from Marcus's mouth. This was normal, however. She couldn't remember a time where she was ever careless about what he had to say. With her left elbow on the table, her head tilted into the gentle hand that rested on her jaw and the edges of the bandage that covered her eye. She casually ignored the smoke that swirled in the air in front of them, a product of the cigarette Marcus lit up earlier. Kathrine had never formed a habit like that, but when stressed she would throw down her dignity and beg for one if she had to. Thankfully, it had been a little while since she'd been that highstrung. Though, she had stolen one of Ryan's when Marcus had decided to capture the vampires that she had suspected of following him. A lot could go wrong when someone's outnumbered. She was just glad to hear the news later that night that he'd been successful, so she could relax again.

"There is a new place in town which we can go to to gather information, and it is most likely that some vampires will go their. It's this new goth nightclub downtown, perfect place to attract vampires..." Excellent! Kathrine grew excited. Though "goth" wasn't necessarily her favorite scene, she found that with the right clothes and makeup, she fit in pretty well. Sometimes she felt used though; she knew a lot of people just came up to talk to her about her covered eye. Bring on the pirate jokes.

"...I have already made reservations for three..."
Kathrine immediately clenched her teeth. She held eye contact and tried to keep the conversation going. She knew exactly who was going, she didn't need Marcus to explain. The reason why he'd bring a defenseless human on business is unknown to her. Emilia is going to be nothing but deadweight. Nothing but another body bag to fill should something go wrong. She wanted to spit these words at him but refrained. As much as it infuriated her, she knew Marcus cared for her. Which meant Kathrine had to acknowledge that. For now, at least. Until Kathrine finally got her chance to show him she can be more than a business partner.

It took an effort to relax her jaw enough to relieve the pressure off of her teeth while he went through the standard instructions. Be extra careful with humans around, she'll be doing work on her own since there's a third party member, inform him of anything she learns, blah blah blah...

Jasper entered the room and placed a black case onto the table surface. Marcus thanked him as he left the room again, and then explained the equipment inside after opening it, though Kathrine had recognized all of it. The only thing she hadn't been aware of was what wood the stakes were made out of, which Marcus explained as the list greeted them in order. Finally swallowing her disgust over the third reservation, she admired the weapons in front of her, and the credit card as well. A hint of sincere pride crossed her heart for Marcus--he got things done, and he got them done thoroughly, going so far as to make sure the legalities of carrying these weapons were in order. "Thank you, Marcus. My own number of knives and stakes are growing increasingly small these days. I guess that's a good thing though. It means they're being used."

Though irritation still lingered in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but grin as Marcus finally acknowledged her scavenger bird comment. He placed the rest of the pie in front of Kathrine, with a cake cutter resting in the pan. Though her hunger was beyond dull after the dinner Jasper had served her, she cut a thin slice of pie and slipped it onto her plate. A coke slid her way, and it opening with two metal clicks and a lot of fizz. She took a few swigs while Marcus noted outloud that Kathrine hadn't been eating or sleeping as usual. It was true, especially when it came to sleeping. Her mind was growing increasingly busy with the rise of vampire activity and how she would go about her own plans, and many nights went without sleep. The result was darkness under her eyes, and a mentality not quite one-hundred percent. The caffeine she was drinking daily probably wasn't helping, she thought as she set the cola down.

He offered her his house for the night, and she silently accepted. It was a victory every time she was invited to stay the night, in a way. Kathrine had yet to see or hear of Emilia staying the night. And if she ever was, it was better Kathrine didn't know. Those were facts she had no interest in knowing--it would only make her anger-fueled emotions unfairly turn against Marcus as well.

Her thoughts were interrupted as he mentioned, "you should really consider my offer of working for my company, being in closer proximity would be better for our plans..." Kathrine nodded in agreement, knowing it would be better. He wished her goodnight and walked away while she wondered to herself why she hadn't been thinking about his offer. He'd mentioned it about half a week ago, and somehow her mind had avoided the subject completely. It wasn't that she planned to say no, it was that she hadn't even considered it yet. She knew it would be a whole world of benefits though, with little to no downsides. Kathrine decided she would agree to his offer tomorrow. It was time for heavy thinking to be done with tonight; at least for Kathrine.

When she finished the thin slice of apple pie, she walked towards the sink to rinse off the plate before being stopped by Jasper, politely taking it from her and saying her would take care of it. She thanked him, took her cola and left the kitchen. In the den of Marcus's large home was a laptop that rested on a coffee table. It served as a family computer, and she assumed Marcus had another personal computer somewhere in the house. Kathrine really didn't like technology all that much, but it would be too difficult to do what she planned to tonight.

Bringing up familiar websites and search engines, she searched both names of Chris and Dana Turner. Kathrine wished her last name wasn't so popular, maybe this would be easier. Or perhaps there would be the same list of results: nothing.

Kathrine didn't own a computer. Ryan had a laptop, but she never used it. She didn't want to know what was on his computer. Maybe it was because she wasn't experienced with using them, but she would have thought that she could get more information about her adoptive parents adopting her so many years ago. She even knew their password to the website of the service they had adopted her through, but the most information she got out of it was the name Kathrine was given at birth, her birthday, and the day she was adopted. Somehow, her biological parents had their names listed as withheld throughout the entire process. The official papers, the websites, everything. And there were no signs that she had a sibling.

In other words, tonight's search was a failure of the usual. Kathrine closed the laptop and leaned her head back against the cushion. If she wanted to learn who her family was, she was going to need hired assistance. Or at least someone who knew how to track someone down.

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Garrison felt what little color his skin had managed to retain disappear from his face the second Rebecca brought up her little angels. While his charge absolutely adored them, the bodyguard found something about children to be awfully creepy. They were tiny and animated and always asking questions with the most obvious answers. Garrison had done his best to avoid regular interaction with the human part of the world the best he could and this had made him rather use to overly aware adults sitting around like statues all day. Children were alien, strange little things that should be poked with a stick before approaching and the troupe Rebecca loved oh so much were more so the spawn of Satan than any vampire could ever hope to be. "I'll bag, sweep and purge ever speck in the room," he said in a rather feeble voice, sounding rather like a dog threatened with a vacuum.

When Rebecca chose to ride in the Phantom, Garrison found himself humored yet again, shaking his head and chuckling as he thumbed through the keys. The car was big, sturdy and pricey as hell to boot. Garrison suggested stealing it more than once to her before she wrote out the check and only her steely resolve and the possibility of dinging up the sweet ride convinced him to wait patiently and not break anything. Of course, he got his revenge on that greasy haired car dealer when he went back to his office to find his desk ripped in half.

Garrison jogged in front of Rebecca, reaching the car just in time to unlock the doors and hold the shotgun door open for her before she reached it. He waved his free hand with a comical flourish as she stepped inside the vehicle, messy snow white hair bobbing up and down on his head as he half-slammed the door behind her, ran over to the hood and slid over it Dukes of Hazard style, and tugged his own door open on the other side to hop into his own seat. Jabbing the key into the ignition and turning it sharply, Garrison roared the engine to life, the sound barely reaching their ears from the other side of the thick windows on each side.

"You know, I might be more willing to drive this thing on my own accord if you let me add that nitro system I keep bringing up, hint hint, Christmas is on the way," he muttered, smacking the garage door opener and peeling out of the parking spot, just barely missing the ascending door as they sped off. In the back of his mind, Garrison began using his radiesthesia to feel out for the next few miles ahead. While he hated human traffic laws, knowing that his reflex than any sober human, he knew better than to go speeding by a cop would mean either five minutes of getting a ticket or half an hour of a game of cat and mouse with local authorities.

As humans parked on the side of the road that he assumed were cops began popping up on his mental radar, Garrison began to slow down, easily meeting the speed limit as he began passing them. Tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, Garrison looked over at Rebecca from the corner of his eye and asked casually as he could, "So, how close do you think to pulling the big plan?" The question had been chewing at him for the last month, but asking Rebecca visibly stressed her out. Garrison wouldn't ask it at all were it not for his impatient nature. Turning his head to look at her flawless face, he waited for an answer.

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Rereading the text, Aiden then looked away from it and his eyes glanced around the library. The library was of a decent size, but the books it held were extremely valuable, not to mention expensive. There were many books Aiden has grown fond of within this library. After many years, he practically indulgenced himself within these books to distract his restless mind. If it was only for a few hours, he could live as someone else by reading certain books.

As he put his almost transparent phone away, he heard a familiar voice buzz in his ear. Turning his attention to the direction that voice came from, he lays his eyes upon Elizabeth. She was already up and ready to do whatever she does. Whatever she does is something Aiden cared less about.

”Morning my love.” Those were the words he heard. Three simple words, yet when put together, it can become very personal. Elizabeth was not the first woman to say those words. A sigh left his lips quietly as he turned to her. The corner of his lips slowly curved upwards, but he did not greet her the way she greeted him. After many years, he still cannot forget the day he was turned and so he still cannot forget and forgive the woman who murdered Emilia. Though he cannot forget that incident, he had become accustom to the life he is living now. The feelings of not caring took over most his decisions and his emotions overtime.

The small smile he gave to Elizabeth was forced, but from a viewer’s standpoint, it looked real. The thing about Aiden’s given gifts after he was transformed was his ability as an illusionist. Cocking his head to one side, ” I'll be leaving for the Council before long. Will you be OK to find your own amusements while I'm gone?” he shifted his weight to his right foot as he glanced up towards the beautifully designed gothic architecture ceiling that was painted in gold. He had planned to spend his day with his best friend, Darius, but he hasn’t replied yet to his message.

“Well, perhaps I will go to the meeting along with you and Drake; I believe this would keep me amused for a little while if Darius does not come here.” Aiden looked back towards Elizabeth to see her expression. Going to a council meeting was something Aiden had never took upon himself to attend without being forced. This form of amusement was rare for Aiden. The only and actual times he ever did attend a council meeting was right after his marriage to Elizabeth and maybe once a few centuries ago.

The first meeting he ever attended was a meeting that he vaguely even remembers. He does remember a few faces, but of course he could not address them by their names since he had immediately forgotten their names the moment after they greeted him. That meeting was like a dream. He was there, but mentally he was not. He only watched in a daze and listened to conversations that translated into gibberish through his ears. He did not speak much either and if he did, it would only be of a few words that consisted of, “Yes, no and thank you”.

Looking down at his attire, “I do believe I am properly dressed for this occasion, am I not? It’s been quite a long since I have attended a council meeting and I vaguely even remember the event.” Shifting his weight back to equal balance, he took out his phone. His thumb quickly activated the phone and it immediately went to the message screen. Clicking on the name Darius, he began to type a message:

A.N: I will be attending the council meeting today. I invite you to come whenever you see fit.


Smiling, he glanced back over towards Elizabeth. “Are you surprised?” A forced smile formed his lips that revealed his pearly white and straight teeth. He had become accustom to giving a fake appearance to Elizabeth. He is after all her husband. It did not matter how much he dreaded waking up next her every day, it did not matter how much he wished for her death. He was hers and he has no reason to fight against her yet.

Sighing, Aiden raked his fingers through his lengthy smooth dark brown and red highlighted hair. His smile slowly faded without knowing. “If you don’t mind, I would like to ride with you and your beloved bodyguard.” Aiden moved closer to Elizabeth. His shoes clicked against the hard floor with each step. His smile came back as he heard the footsteps of Drake echoing from the hallway heading towards their direction. He looked over at Elizabeth, “I think the car is ready.” He stated before walking pass her and out of the library. He paused as he waited for Elizabeth to take the lead for he can follow her. Looking over at Drake, “I will be accompanying you two tonight”.

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Elizabeth noted his disinterest, as he looked about the room, while she spoke. Even with that smile plastered on his face. As expected. Still, she was disappointed that he accepted his role, but not truly accepted her. Her face was a mask of calm grace, when a storm was starting to brew inside her. Aiden was hers physically, but mentally he continued to shut Elizabeth out. It was rather frustrating. No matter, she had all the time in the world to change his mind.

“Well, perhaps I will go to the meeting along with you and Drake; I believe this would keep me amused for a little while if Darius does not come here.” Aiden's words pleasantly caught her off guard. He hardly took interest in the Council, this must be a good sign on Elizabeth's part. Her calm demeanor wavered and a small smile formed, maybe her patience was starting to pay off. She could only hope that was the case, anything else would be a disappointment. Elizabeth never handled disappointment well, everyone knew that.

”I do believe I am properly dressed for this occasion, am I not? It’s been quite a long since I have attended a council meeting and I vaguely even remember the event.” Aiden commented looking down at his clothing choice. Elizabeth could only nod, truthfully he could go in a paper bag and she wouldn't care. The fact that he was simply attending was enough for her. She watched him pull out his phone once more, texting Darius no doubt.

He looked back at her. “Are you surprised?” She viewed that as a ridiculous question, she'd have to be a mind reader to not be at least slightly surprised by his choice to accompany her. She caught the flash of his teeth, she was prone to accept that as a true smile from him. Simply because she didn't want to see otherwise.
“A bit, my dear,” Elizabeth said, keeping that small smile. She smoothed her hands over her dress pants, out of habit. She tilted her head elegantly adding, “It should be plenty amusing for you.” Wishing that Darius wouldn't come to steal Aiden away too soon.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to ride with you and your beloved bodyguard.” That lovely smile of his vanished with those words. She frowned at the last bit of his comment. She knew the tow were not too fond of each other. She couldn't quite understand their distaste, and believed she never would fully get it. Just as soon as his smile had gone, it was back. She shook her head, males were such confusing creatures. “I think the car is ready.” Aiden moved past her out into the hallway. She sighed, tucking some of her ebony hair behind her ear. One moment she thought she as making progress and the next she really didn't know. Elizabeth straightened her spine, eluding regal grace. She then followed Aiden into the hall, she saw Drake approach.

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You're eyes, there's definitely something about you're eyes. Do I know you?

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"I could give you so much more. How can you not see it?"

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"Roaming the world knowing I can never live the life I have once lived before she died. Why have God forsaken me so?"

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"I live for the hunt, I kill for my love."

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Aiden Navernus

"Roaming the world knowing I can never live the life I have once lived before she died. Why have God forsaken me so?"

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Kathrine J. Turner

"I could give you so much more. How can you not see it?"

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Marcus Giordano

"I live for the hunt, I kill for my love."

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Samantha Lasavik

"She is of my blood, of course I trust her."

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Elizabeth Antoinette

"I am the Queen! You will do as I say!"

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You're eyes, there's definitely something about you're eyes. Do I know you?

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"Roaming the world knowing I can never live the life I have once lived before she died. Why have God forsaken me so?"

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"She is of my blood, of course I trust her."

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Marcus Giordano

"I live for the hunt, I kill for my love."

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Elizabeth Antoinette

"I am the Queen! You will do as I say!"

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