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Angiluzza Maniscalco

"Ho questa strana voglia di strappare solo voi a parte in questo preciso istante."

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a character in “Forever Bound to You”, as played by Vix

Description

♦The Forebearers' Enforcer♦


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Name
Angiluzza Giuvannina Maniscalco

Nickname(s)
| Angel | Nina | Vani (Vah-Nee) | Jill | Enigma | Garth calls her his little huntress |

Age
20 (842)

Birthday
December 21st, 1170 (Human Birth)
December 21st, 1190 (ReBirth)

Bloodtype
O positive is her favorite. She hates O negative, preferring to starve until something better arrives over it.

Place of Origin
Palermo, Sicily, Italy

Likes
☑Canines
☑Musicals
☑Dancing, Composing, & Singing
☑Martial Arts
☑Killing bad Fallen
☑Hunting
☑Class & Elegance
☑Disney Classics
☑Expensive Alcohol
☑Sunset
☑Snow
☑Etymology
☑Art
☑Museums
☑Old photos
☑Stuffed animals
☑Candy - Especially Dumdums
☑Nature
☑Moonlight reflecting from bodies of water
☑Warm baths
☑Elegant gowns
☑Sexy clothes
☑Empowerment
☑Children
☑Charity
☑Running & Parkour
☑Training with her Maker
☑Her Maker
☑Shakespeare
☑Romance
☑Wit, Riddles, & Jokes
☑Small groups of people
☑Self-Expression & Body Art
☑Vegetarians, Non-Smokers, & Non-Drinkers
☑Potheads
☑Collecting old things
☑Fast cars

Dislikes
☒Swimming
☒Beer & Various cheap alcohols
☒Drama
☒Ignorance, Stupidity, & Bigotry
☒Domestic Felines
☒Smoking (Tobacco)
☒Smokers
☒Aphrodite the Plague
☒Hunters
☒Disrespect
☒Being rubbed against
☒Fear
☒Vanity
☒Loud people
☒Rudeness
☒Humans flirting with her
☒Being clung onto by drunks
☒The 2000s - Or at least most humans born of the past few decades.
☒Whining & Lying
☒Most Covens

Fear(s)
☹Water over her face
☹Thunderstorms
☹Failing
☹Being Replaced
☹True Death
☹Abandonment
☹Falling - Only because she fears Garth would disown her

Secret(s)
| She's addicted to the blood of potheads. | She sometimes sits out in moonlight in the forest. Especially when it's snowing. It reminds her of when she first woke and saw her Maker. She happens to love him. | When feeding alone, she encourages the person she's feeding on to make a run for it to satisfy her killer instinct, though she's never killed anyone during this practice. | She forgot how to swim. |

Personality
Angiluzza is a tad difficult to describe, so I'll try my best to sum her up. Enigma is headstrong and never afraid of a challenge; Her greatest weakness is that even when she knows she should back down, she won't. She refuses to go down without a fight. She will always stand up for something that she is passionate about and is very protective of her Coven members, willing to risk her life for them even if it would cost her own life. She is one to take advantage of each and every opportunity presented to her, often getting frustrated with things that she can't accomplish.

When it comes to having her way if she can't get it straightforward, she will resort to mind games and if that fails, she's not afraid to use her body - Either by seduction or pure force. She's a gorgeous woman and she knows it. She does not mind in the least using manipulation and seduction to get her things that cannot be acquired through intimidation or simple request. She generally tends to be very subtle about her seduction, knowing very well that its a delicate art and that being too aggressive can send her prey scurrying away with a bad taste in their mouth. This skill is often what she uses to gain a willing donor for blood, disliking having to drink from baggies too much and liking to give the pets a break.

When around the Coven, she likes to keep to herself and is very subtle in her actions and words. She can often be found simply dancing around the home or in her room playing her piano. She's not the type to watch television, having lost interest in it decades ago, choosing only to watch very, very few shows. Every now and again, she can be seen writing in a journal that is very worn and tattered on the outside.

Whenever asked what she's writing, she will simply reply with a cant of the head, a light smile, and a resounding "Hm?" before walking away. She doesn't speak much unless she truly enjoys the conversation, but even then she seems as though she's in very deep thought about something important. Adding on to her air of mystery is the way she watches people. She doesn't just watch them, she studies. Sometimes it might feel almost like she's hunting them. She's just watching their body language, learning to read them. She's listening to the way that they talk and watching the way that they act and react. She knows how to get into someone's head.

She doesn't like to let many people in on her personal life. Often times that she leaves into the forest, she won't say where she went or she'll lie about it. She does very much care for her Coven, but she grew up virtually alone and old habits die hard. She enjoys the time spent alone and has stated to those who are nosy that what she does in her spare time alone is none of their concern until it endangers the Coven - Which it never has. Whenever she can (which is quite often), she finds herself at some sort of recital - Be it piano, dance, or some other such performance related recital. She's always there. She enjoys exhibiting her skills to audiences for those who are willing to watch.

She will often times speak Italian more than she does English and not bother to translate what she has said. She will often smile as if she knows something that the other does not after speaking, which has resulted in offending them. The humans, to be more precise. Though, she hasn't shown any sign of really caring. Those who have been in the Coven long enough will notice that she's often never really...around. Visibly, that is. She will often pop up unexpectedly with something to say before dancing away. This behavior has often been described as 'Fae-like'.

History
“This story...Its a long one...I was born to Ludovico and Giuvannina Maniscalco. I was not born into money nor power. We lived on a simple farm and I was quite a happy and cheerful little girl whilst growing up. My mother gave birth to twins when I was four years old; Arturo and Angelo. Ah, they were such sweet and beautiful baby boys! But Papa could no longer afford our farm or the animals on it as well as take care of the family, though. So we moved into the bustling parts of Palermo, taking stay at an Inn where mama had to sell her body for money and papa worked as a bartender and often a craftsman. I was a maid there and it wasn't exactly Nirvana. The Innkeeper and his nosy wife had ugly, greedy, beady little eyes and they were vicious crooks. Well, when I cleaned the rooms I would often pocket some of the valuables left lying around. Nothing too big. We got free food and room at the Inn but we didn't make enough to get each other nice things.

One day, I stole from a man that was often there and aways flashing large sums of money. He was a thug...His name was DeAngelo Corlione and he was a cruel and vile man, frequently taking my mother to his room. I remember the day he found me stealing from his room; He grabbed me by the wrist and threw me onto the bed, intending to have his way with me as payment, remarking how much I resembled my mother. He almost did but my father had heard me screaming and came to my rescue. After a fight with DeAngelo and the Innkeeper, we were thrown out. DeAngelo was a loyal and paying customer and we were just the help living there because we had no money to live in a place of our own or the means to get better jobs. Where did we go from there?

Well, my father said that we could move on to another town and seek work there or simply live in the forest where he would build a cabin. The only things we would need to fear were wild animals, roaming bandits, and the occasional loon. But my father was convinced that he could take care of us and we could easily live off of the land, out of sight from the rest of the world if it came to that. I knew how to hunt among other things, so I could help. But that would never happen because DeAngelo was with his gang as we walked down the road. With horses and a wagon, they rode upon us and we didn't have a chance. My father was tied down and forced to watch my mother and I be sodomized. Arturo and Angelo were told they could go because they were so little and worth nothing but as soon as they turned their backs to the horrendous scene and took a few steps...arrows pierced their small bodies. When they finished with my mother and I, they killed my parents. I was kept alive because I had a debt to pay. I had only just turned seven when I became a concubine, maid, and everything else they requested of me.

I was awakened early in the mornings long before the sun had risen and my chores began; Were we short of meat I was to take a chaperone and hunt. Many times I had to fetch water, our previous supply often poured out simply because they enjoyed watching me suffer. I was to personally bathe them (whenever they bothered to bathe) and when they were lonely of a woman's company (which was often) I was to lay with them. Should they grow bored or I too rebellious, I would be whipped, cut, waterboarded, and otherwise beaten. I was promised freedom if I could defeat DeAngelo in a fight. So I waited. I worked to hone my brawling skills through watching the others and picking fights with them before I eventually worked up the courage to challenge him at the age of eighteen.

I lost. Miserably.

I would have won had he been a man and fought fairly, but when he showed signs of fatigue his men jumped in and beat me. They stomped me and kicked me and whipped me until my breathing slowed. They left me where I lay and ran off. But I refused to die. It was hard, but I did survive. I was on my own for some time, but I made do. I moved around and stole what tools I needed from those who could afford it and my new home was the forest where I was left to die. For two years did I live as a savage. Until one fateful night when I quite literally met my Maker. Though in this sense I do not speak of God nor my parents. I speak of my Vampire Maker; the man who gave me everything that I could ever want and then some.

Now, for some time (perhaps a month or two) before I had Changed had I felt the persistent feeling of being watched in the night. I would call out but none would answer and I had come to convince myself that in only a couple of short years I had begun to lose my mind. Until that one night. It was my twentieth birthday and I had celebrated by felling a large bear that had been a problem for a few weeks at that point. Just as I moved to begin skinning the bear I heard the snapping of twigs and the rustling of leaves. Thinking it was a wolf or another bear, I readied another arrow and aimed for the noise. Before I could release it, there was a rush of wind and I was knocked out. I dreamed a dream in which I saw my parents and my brothers. I was quite sure that my time had come, but they assured me that a new life awaited me as they slowly faded away. I woke to the sight of my Maker hovering over me and my body was soon wrought with the most agonizing pain I had ever felt in my life. I could feel the very life being sucked from my being as my insides burned and the feeling of being trampled by a never ending herd of horses washed over me.

It went on for hours.

I was quite sure that he had poisoned me, though he stayed with me throughout the process, restraining me while holding me and promising that it would be alright in the end. When the pain subsided, I felt more alive than l ever had in my life. Which was rather humorous considering that l was technically dead. Well, l had no idea who he was nor did l care. l immediately fought back and attempted to kill him. He was my elder by many years and (as stated) my Maker, so l didn't stand a chance. He restrained me once more and made me swear to stay put; He told me that even if l did run he wouldn't have that hard of a time catching me. He gave me his name and explained exactly what l was and what I was capable of with my new life and my newfound abilities.

For some time I refused to trust him. I was taken back to his Coven where most of my time was spent with him. I didn't drink blood for a whole month before he sat me down and finally forced me to listen to him. “My dear. It has been a whole month. You will not feed nor speak. I do not even know your name. I feel as though you should feel some sort of gratitude towards me. It would have only been a matter of years before you would have died of sickness. I gave you another chance at life. You can do whatever you were unable to before. Become a scholar or a musician or whatever your heart desires. I ask only that you swear unto me that you will not Fall and that you will accompany me across the centuries. As a friend. You are my first progeny - I do not wish such an event to be soured. I encourage you to take advantage of your forever years. Please. I know you crave blood. If you do not drink you will grow weaker and more vulnerable to Hunters.” After that I began to trust him and eventually told him about my past - He made it a personal goal to seek out those who harmed me. We had left the Coven we had been with after my first year; He would not tolerate their cruelty. I was teased for being an uneducated and unattractive savage. Tales of Vampires told of hauntingly beautiful, graceful, and wise immortals. I was...well. As they said, a savage.

Well, we found them and I took to hunting my human prey as a tadpole to water. I was taught to know when enough was enough so I did not fall. Now. Upon this time we had come across Delilah. I could tell she fancied Garth - But she wouldn't have him, thinking he and I were a couple when he mentioned me. So he parted ways, her offer of becoming her Protector no longer on the table for him. So we joined another Coven, but that was short-lived. We were attacked by Vampire Hunters a couple years later and Garth's immediate instinct was to escape with me to protect me. I wasn't ready for the attack. We were having trouble within the Coven anyways. Well, Delilah came across us and upon seeing what a savage I was, she felt no threat and offered once more for us to join her Coven. She promised she would be loyal if we would as well. Garth said that we would and so came the House of Sleeping Dragons.

I began to feel uncomfortable as she invited her friends to our many homes as we traveled, all of them beautiful, elegant, and talented. Garth soon seemed to catch on, as I began to stop talking to he and Delilah altogether. He didn't know what was wrong, really. Just that something was up. So he thought I was bored. At his behest, I began to pursue multiple educations. With his help, I began to clean up my appearance and dress like a lady. Sometimes. But, I did keep myself cleaned up. I spent decades studying many subjects and became a learned woman. I later wished to become an Enforcer, so I left for a while. Over the years, even after becoming an Enforcer, I was driven to master many forms of martial arts. I was and still am captivated by the beauty and strength in such fighting forms. I also studied acting and learned to play the guitar and piano. Garth encouraged me to explore my creative side and a virtuoso blossomed within. Over the years I've written my own biography that spans over hundreds of books, poetry, songs, and composed many movements and such.

Well, we soon left Delilah's Coven after putting up with enough of her antics. Now we are on our own.”


Anything Else
Skills
Pianist, Guitarist, and Dancer
As a child, she never had access to instruments, but she always enjoyed music in all forms. Some years after being 'reborn', she took advantage of the opportunity presented and began training. She only practiced ballet, belly dancing, and latin dances, though. She spent twenty years on dance and then spent twenty more on becoming a pianist and guitarist.

Martial Artist (Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Wing Chun, Bare Knuckle Boxing, Wushu, and Southern Shaolin Kung Fu)
Angiluzza wanted to be an Enforcer for her Coven, but knew that her brawling and archery wouldn't do much good in fights against other Vampires. She wanted to become a professional fighter and knew that to be among the elite, it was a must. She spent thirty-four years learning Southern Style Shaolin Kung Fu. Once she had deemed herself ready, she presented herself to her Coven Leader, demonstrating her combat abilities. Her second motive behind learning Martial Arts was so that she would always be able to stand at least a fighting chance in combat without use of weapons, often shuddering in remembrance of that day she had lost that fight. But also entranced by the mixture of grace and strength, she went on to master other types.

Weaknesses
Water
When at a younger age, as mentioned, she didn't have the best of time living with the bandits that had gotten a hold of her. During her pre-teen years, she entered the typical rebellious stage and was punished accordingly. One such punishment was waterboarding. Over the months that she was exposed to that horrendous activity, she developed a deep-seated pathological fear of water. She won't go into water that goes above her waist. She eventually forgot how to swim some years after being turned.

Thunder
The loud clap of thunder ignites memories of rude awakenings that would have lead to her early rise for chores and 'duties', servicing those who demanded. It also reminds her of those few months spent curled up on the floors of caves, unable to sleep during thunderstorms because she knew she would have to defend herself against any wild animal or person that came along looking for shelter. The sound of thunder will often send her into violent/depressing mood swings or glued to her Maker's side.

Garth
Her Maker is her Protector, though not in the traditional sense. For as long as she cares to remember, she has strove to protect him as he protects her and becomes incredibly hostile when he is endangered.

Slow Learner and Perfectionist
As noted above, she took up learning a few skills. But she was slow to finally master them. While it may some people five or seven years to master something, or less even, she took anywhere between ten and forty years before deeming herself perfect in her skills. When in training, she refuses to present her progress to any but her mentor(s). Though once she's got it, she's got it.

Body Art
Tattoos
She actually has a few tattoos; TBA

Piercings
She has her left eyebrow, navel, lips (shark bite style), tongue, and ears (tip to base) pierced.

Random Facts
♣She rejected Garth when she was first changed, even hauling off and throwing a knife at his head.
♣She grew up with an intense hatred and distrust for men. Garth was the first man she trusted. Besides her father.
♣She helped teach her Vampire brother how to fight and hunt.
♣She has an impressive collection of weapons and first edition books as well as rings, necklaces, gowns, crowns, and tiaras.
♣She can ingest candy without vomiting; Her bedrooms always have one wall covered with jars and boxes of candy on shelves.
♣She keeps an array of pets; The current roster include three foxes, seven puppies, a panther, a wolf, and a stolen tiger cub.

So begins...

Angiluzza Maniscalco's Story

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To one that wasn't familiar with the house of a certain Coven, they might find it odd that a man was almost always on the roof. One would think he was similar to a rooster in his constant watchings over the house, but they would be wrong: for a rooster sleeps and awakens early to crow, while the man on the roof was never asleep. He was always doing something, always awake, always keeping an eye on those he considered his family; his Coven.

The man, who called himself by the name of Garth, was currently performing tai chi on the roof's peak. While to a mortal this would seem perilous and suicidal, a vampire such as himself balanced with little to no difficulty. What made him different, however, was that Garth held aloft a novel on his head, while another was in his hand open. Such novels were different than most in the world: thick bound, they were hand written; a journal of events by his progeny, his little huntress. The only reason such a man would be reading while performing life-threatening stunts was simple: Garth had to read constantly to make sure he would finish on time. Sadly, the ancient vampire was not the best at reading in general, so he hoped to improve his ability to read: he liked to be efficient and save time, not take forever. At least it was in Italian, and not in the dreaded English Language: sure, English is rooted from his native tongue, but it's rules and exceptions boggled the mind of such a straightforward, simplistic gentleman as himself.

His leather jacket yelped in protest as his changed positions after holding the previous one for 2 minutes. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his little huntress silently approach the house, a smile threatening to plant itself on his face; after all, he was reading of her life. Odd that Garth would bother to read anything as it went against his normal creed of 'Actions are the words of the body', but there were a few reasons: mostly because he was curious in the fact that Angel would actually write it all down, and slightly because she asked if he would. Garth had always relied simply on his memory - which was near picture perfect - but Angel decided to actually document. It was interesting, to say the least.

He then made a mental note that Angel had come home, which now meant that Evelyn, Angel and the pet Preston were currently in the house. Garth was uncertain of Isaac's whereabouts, and Delilah was out for the night: something Garth wasn't too happy about. Since going on this little hunt of theirs, Garth was constantly expressing concern for Delilah's safety to ensure that the Coven's leader didn't perish. If she kept going out clubbing and was attacked, how was he to protect her if she was constantly telling him not to be her escort? Garth gave a slight sigh on the thought, his eyes turning back to the pages after staring at the night sky: she could be childish and bitchy, but Garth would protect Delilah wholeheartedly. He just wished that these nagging emotions would stop pestering him when either Angel or Delilah were near him. Garth gave a slight chuckle at the thought: Delilah would... flirt (blast this language and its odd terms) with him if Angel had done something irk her, and Garth realized that most of it went over his head. How was he supposed to understand the emotions of women if he was the type to never show any?

Nevertheless, he was nearly done the second journal that he had chosen as a piano echoed through the air. While he did not recognize the piece - music wasn't his forte (puns!) - he recognized the pianist as none other than his little huntress. He couldn't resist a small smile as it creeped in, his eyes losing focus on the pages again. He had told her to become whatever she wanted, and she was shaping marvelously into a beautiful and gifted child. Sure, Garth may not appreciate the skills as something to put into his own arsenal, but who was he to disallow his progeny to explore the arts of the world? Garth knew his place as a simple protector and did not need any skills but to protect, but he knew that Angel yearned for something more, and he was more than happy to allow her the freedom to discover it.

Realizing he had a few words left, Garth promptly finished the second journal and closed it soundly. Happy to have finished, and curious as to the next volumes, Garth silently scuttled down the wall of the house to the door. Entering, he noticed that the only thing he could hear was the piano continuously playing, to which he kept the beat with every step of the stairs until he found himself in his little huntress' room. Silently he stood in the doorway, awaiting for a break in the song - or the ending if there was none - to give a slight interruption: now, while Angel almost always spoke in Italian, Garth found it difficult to do so constantly. As stated earlier, his native tongue was a dead language, with its roots creating German and English (with a little French as well). So to Garth, while he did understand Italian, he only spoke in broken sentences. So he would either stick to German, or English - which was what he did now.

"Allucinante, la mia piccola cacciatrice. You play it well." He spoke in his stoic, low voice. "I only interrupt to return these diario of yours." Garth spoke slowly and simply, using Italian where his words failed him (Garth was still unsure of Angel's ability to speak a language he was more comfortable with, so he adjusted for her).

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“Hmn?” Angel's fingers slowly came to a halt, causing the song to fade out in a gentle way as the corners of her lips twitched ever so lightly, cautiously curling into a soft smile as she turned around to face her Maker. “Nunc eu legi.” Her voice was gentle as she stood and approached him, her fingers brushing against his as she curled them against the worn spine of her journal. The house was silent save for their own words, having recently found themselves bare of roommates. Their previous Coven Leader was nearly two-thousand years old, but her daily behavior mirrored that of a twenty year old frat boy during Greek Week.

Delilah took those who were willing to go with her, which left Garth and his progeny Angiluzza. Oh - And the irritating human girl, Alexandra. She panted after Garth on a daily basis even though she was constantly reminded that their relationship was a figment of her imagination. Luckily, the girl was gone for the night. “I think perhaps it would be nice to leave here soon. I admit that I do miss the mountains of Montana; I haven't been to my home there in many years.” Even as she switched from Latin to English, her Italian accent was still thick. She moved away from him, her Vamp speed bringing her to a halt in front of her bookshelf where she slid her journals back in place. She slowly moved towards the candy wall, running her fingers over the jars as she bit down on her lip with indecision.

“But, we should think about it over a quick bite.” She felt a sudden, unexpected wave of hunger. Considering that they were currently living in Chicago, it was going to be hard for her to hunt (as usual) because she was quite picky. She hated drugs and cheap alcohol in her blood. Though, she was sure she could find one of those Vegan bars. Settling with the idea of heading out for the night, she removed her shirt and tossed it into the hamper with perfect accuracy. She flitted her bathroom, literally finished with her shower in less than a single minute; She reappeared before her Maker, dressed to kill. Her ruby lips curved into a teasing smirk as she playfully thumped his nose. “Try not to scare people off this time. Or attract any other obsessive young women; If we're lucky we won't run into Alexandra.”

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Garth watched as Angiluzza made her way to him and softly picked the journals from his hands, her fingers brushing against his as she did. Garth had to admit, her soft hands did comfort him as she took the books away while speaking in her distinct, but still lovely, accent. Her suggestion was pretty straight forward: move to Montana to see some mountains. Sure, there were probably a few other reasons why she wanted to leave, but Garth wasn't one to read into situations. He didn't need a complicated reason to move on, just a trusted source: and his little huntress was a trusted source indeed.

If Garth was honest, however, he was glad she suggested moving away. Ever since he made the decision to leave Delilah's coven - which he still had lingering uncertainty about, since it was like abandoning his post - the house had been practically empty. Well, save for the two vampires currently in the room, and that one human, who was becoming slightly a nuisance. Garth could barely remember her name, and yet she tripped over him like he was a sacred man. Sure, Garth sort of enjoyed being doted on like so, but he felt basically nothing towards the love-struck human.

Garth returned Angel as she walked along her candy wall before biting her lip slightly and speaking about grabbing some lunch. To be truthful, Garth hadn't really thought about eating for a while, since he was pretty sure he had filled up not too long ago. However, he was not one to turn down the idea of a hunt, as Angel threw off her shirt and came back out in a sultry outfit, a temptress of the night: lurking in the back of his mind, however, Garth always knew that there was another temptress that would easily beat out his little Angel, but he dismissed that thought.

Angel then gave him a thump on the nose, commenting on his constant issue of scaring away quite a number of people, or just the opposite: collecting people who were drawn in by his stoicism. Garth raised an eyebrow, eyeing up his progeny before giving a slight smirk of his own (which were rare unto themself). "And you, my dear, should try to avoid having men drool and fall to their knees to beg." Unlike Angel, who was dressed to knock out a man in seconds, Garth was dressed in his casual fashion of a biker outfit: something about tanned cow hide just felt right to him.

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A laugh escaped her as she adjusted her thick braid before grasping his hand, tugging him along with her as she moved through the house. “Let them do so; At least they aren't following me home. The trick? Crush their inflated egos and leave them to wallow in their newly sprouted depression.” Her words were nonchalant though the actions she spoke of might seem cruel. She loosened up her grip on his hand before releasing it and sliding into the driver's seat of a gloss black '97 Mustang. As soon as Garth closed his door, she slammed on the gas and tore off into the night.

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Angel found herself feigning interest as a man attempted to woo her with an Italian accent about as fake as his hairpiece and an expression about as dead as her heartbeat. She could tell that he was forcing his charisma as much as she was forcing hers. She could see a couple that had been staring at her for what seemed like hours, though in truth had only been a few minutes. Still, it bothered her. She literally put her hand in the man's face and pushed him away as she stood up, ready to move onto another place. She weaves through the crowd, highly aware of the couple following her movements as they themselves moved against the walls.

“Dobbiamo andare. Ora. Quella coppia laggiù sembra familiare e hanno mi stato a guardare per venti minuti. Ho un brutto presentimento...” Her voice was urgent, whispering into his ear over the loud club music. She had shoved away the hooker who had been grinding on him, earning a glare to which she gave her own death glare that sent a shiver down the woman's spine and had her scurrying away from the Italian Vampire. Angel was persistent, grabbing hold of her Maker's hand as the couple closed in on them.

Angiluzza recognized him but for the life of her couldn't remember well enough. Little did she know, their dearest Isaac had picked up the daughter of a pair of Vampire Hunters. They had recently been tracking them and Delilah knew this well enough; Hence her moving five states away rather than staying for Chicago's notorious Greek Week. Ramone and Alice Valentine were not exactly happy campers when they had dug around and found that their daughter was fawning over a Vampire. Their green eyes were focused on the two, both of them armed with plenty of holy water and knives.

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Garth was tugged by Angel towards the door, a playful sigh escaping his lips as she laughed: he wouldn't entirely be getting out of this, but he knew that he really didn't want to anyway. Her comment could have been perceived as cruel, but Garth made no note of thinking that way; after all, it was an effective method to get rid of obsessed humans, even if it was a little darker than necessary. Paying no mind, Garth opened his door as Angel was already getting in, and closed his door a little after hers which caused her to accelerate rapidly: the whole sequence was fluid, like it had happened many times before.



Garth had just planned on lounging in a chair all night while women tried their best to attract his attention while he watched the crowds for Angel: it was worked best for him, anyway. However, tonight many of the chairs had already been taken, so he was forced to stand at the back wall as women approached him. For some reason, women liked the stoic, strong attitude he gave off. Regardless, he paid not much attention to the scantily clad lady that had been 'grinding' - the term was slightly foreign to him, as he would have described it as 'sex with clothes on'. However, he would need said woman for later, since she would probably be his best bet for feeding.

He was interrupted, however, by none other than Angiluzza, who promptly shoved away the hooker lady, gave her a death glare after receiving one, and spoke quickly about a couple that had been staring at her for a while. While some would have brushed it off as just a coincidence, or been slightly more cautious, Garth wasn't the kind of man to take warnings lightly: too many times he had failed due to brushing away gut feelings. Finding the couple, Garth narrowed his vision to see only them, before nodding sternly and taking her hand before muttering just over the music. "Zeit zu- Time to go." Instinctively - and accidentally - switching to German, Garth maneuvered the people to the nearest exit like he had planned an escape route perfectly for that exact time; he even added some counter measures of bobbing through the people to mingle with them, without cutting down on the speed of their getaway. Truly, this was Garth's forte: protecting those he cared for.

Garth only checked for the couple when he had reached the exit with Angel, noticing that they were slightly confused as to their location. However, Garth turned to Angel to release her hand, only to speak his concern. "I am torn between escaping and disappearing, or confrontation." Garth voiced his indecisive instincts due to the fact that he couldn't decide on an action: after all, he was one to act on instinct and experience, while many cases required logical reasoning and future thought. While his previous Leader hadn't entirely been helpful, Angel was his progeny, one he encouraged to explore and learn the world. If he trusted anyone with logical reasoning and future outcomes, it was her.

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Angiluzza shuddered as he pulled her through the club, forcing her to rub against several people who seemed to all be grabbing at her. She felt like vomiting until she was tugged out into an empty alley. The scent was still disgusting, but the air was fresh. No. She didn't have any need to breathe at all, but she seemed to do it out of reflex after so many centuries.

Even still, her mind quickly went to work as Garth questioned their actions. Considering that the couple hadn't figured out that the Vampires had already escaped out the back, Angel concluded that they weren't exactly the best at their little...thing. “I remember them!”, she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

A feral growl rumbled in her chest as she moved back some. “Alexandra has pictures of them on her phone and in her diary.” She let Garth put the pieces together as her Vampire speed carried her to the roof of the building next door, her dress silently protesting as she crouched in wait for her prey to emerge.

The couple inside grunted unhappily as the two demons weaved through the crowd gracefully and expertly only to eventually elude them. But they would not give up; These bastards had their daughter! They continued to scan the crowd until they saw an exit in the far back, immediately placing their hands on the spray bottles of Holy Water as they moved methodically to the back of the club, being as discreet as possible.

Angel was correct in her assumption that they weren't the best at their jobs; They had originally been pulled into it by friends who had their own children snagged by Vampires. The Valentines thought it was madness, but figured it was their friends' way of coping and went ahead to satisfy them by playing along until their own daughter was taken. They had trained, but...well. Comparing them to real Hunters was like comparing a rent-a-cop to a S.W.A.T. team operative. They bust through the back door and immediately began spraying blindly.

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“She'll probably spend the rest of her life tracking you down.” Angel snickered from her post next to him as she watched Alexandra's parents bumble around. “But we could knock her out and leave her in their car.” She honestly didn't like the idea of releasing humans; She was old fashioned in her beliefs concerning Pets and Slaves within Covens. The only way out was death simply because it kept the obsessed ones from stalking and the upset ones from contracting Hunters.

It also saved Vampires from having to sit down the humans and explain why they were getting rid of them while listing all the consequences of blabbing and then there was the whole tiring chore of listening to their irritating tears or angry screaming if they wanted to stay. It was all just so annoying. It was much easier and safer to just snap their necks and leave them somewhere so they'd at least get a proper burial and their family would get some closure. And they wouldn't end up in an asylum while they tries to convince everyone they had been living as minibars and sex toys for creatures of the night.

She glanced to Garth, encouraging him to really think about his choice, a frown painted on her lips. As if reading his mind, she whispered angrily. “Where there is one Hunter there are more. You know they never travel alone or in small groups; Just because they are failures does not mean that those traveling with them are. It could be possible that this assignment is a test or initiation for them as much as it is a personal thing. The only things that we know? They are Alexandra's parents and they may or may not know she is here and with Vampires. And they obviously fail at being Hunters.” She sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

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Garth gave an iritated sigh at the truth in Angel's statements. He couldn't deny that Alexandra would never stop looking for him, and that his plan had many flaws. The only reason he had come up with his plan, after all, was that killing innocents simply wasn't what he did: bloodshed and violence were perfectly fine and enjoyed by the man, but killing random people wasn't. However, he knew what Angel was getting at: in the unwritten codes, drafted before his time, were simple guidlines to deal with humans. One of them was simple; releasing humans was more effort than it should be.

Garth gave a sideways glance at Angel, seeing her frown and hearing her angered whisper about the facts he already knew. Irony had to have it that it was his progeny trying to lecture him about the codes he taught her years ago. A sad sigh escaped his lips: how they grew up so fast. It felt like yesterday that he had watched her blossom from the wild creature that she was into a semi sophisticated young lady, into the woman that stood near him now.

Nevertheless, Garth was still staring down at Alexandra's parents, his eyes emotionless. He truthfully felt nothing but pity towards the two humans who were struggling to understand how the world seemed to work. After feeling her hand on his shoulder, a sigh escaped his lips as well, rotating himself to look at his little huntress directly. "I agree that killing them would be the easiest method of escapism - it may even deter Alexandra from being so transfixed with me." He used that word with a tone of annoyance, as he truly felt so - but Garth wasn't finished.

"But there is where things could go wrong: Alexandra finds her parents dead, and either comes after us as a Hunter, or leaves us for good. I do not really know her well enough to understand where she would go." His eyes narrowed, a new thought popping into his head. "Perhaps, instead of her parents, ridding ourselves of Alexandra would remove this new thorn." Killing Alexandra in an accident would either cause her parents to realize their stupidity, or contact actual Hunters. "I'm against killing all three, but what must be done, shall be done." A somber tone trickled its way into his voice without his knowledge: truly Garth was an interesting fellow. One that contained his own emotions, yet would do anything to protect those he cared for: even if it meant going against his morality.

Ultimately he left the answer to Angel, the tactician of the two: and whatever decision she made, he would execute flawlessly. After all, he did see her as his leader in a way: Garth was a Protector, and a Protector needed a Leader, even if it was figuratively speaking.

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Angel's bright eyes connected with her Maker's as his head rotated towards her, highly aware of his feelings towards killing innocent humans. She didn't quite hold such morals, having let them go some centuries ago. One might say she was selfish or spoiled, but the only people she gave two fucks about were her Maker and herself. Everyone else was disposable and replaceable until proven otherwise; So far, nobody had. Except her "brother", whom she had recently found herself missing once more.

Shaking her head, she began to mull over the options, parting her lips to say that she would just kill the three of them, but glanced at her Maker's face once more. A sigh escaped her as her hand slid down from his shoulder and fell to the concrete roof. “I will find her car and catch a ride home with her and swerve her into lake. Kill a deer and make it look like an accident.” Guilt washed over her as she continued to look her Maker in the eye, unable to bring herself to ask him to kill the girl. She knew he felt nothing but annoyance for her, but she would not ask him to take an innocent life even for their own safety and sanity.

“Ci vediamo a casa, essere cauti, il mio Protettore.”

She pressed her lips gently against his forehead and was gone in a blur, leaving behind only a fleeting, cool breeze. She immediately locked onto the scent of the most irritating human she had ever met and found her soon enough, easily catching the car as it sped down a dirt road. It was of no great feat that she simply got into the moving vehicle through a rolled down window, sitting in the passenger seat.

Alexandra jumped in fright, slamming on the brakes, hydroplaning and swerving, going off the road and right down the side of the road and into a thick tree. Alexandra's head slammed down against the steering wheel and snapped back quickly, effectively killing her. Angel had long since removed herself from the car, having jumped back through the window as soon as the human careened off of the road. “Questo è stato più facile di quanto ho pensato che sarebbe stato.”

She muttered to herself as she flitted to the car, reaching in to check the girl's pulse, finding that it was slowly fading. As soon as it stopped, she removed her hand and was gone. She held no regret for her actions, though the pleasure she felt was strange to her. It was the same pleasure she felt when she imagined killing Delilah; The reason behind it was foreign to her. She did recognize that related feelings cropped up here and there stemmed from the strange feeling that she felt around Garth most times.

As she pondered the feelings and why they were there, she made her way home. Now, most people liked to be doing something when they were in deep thought and trying to solve a problem. Not Angel. She perched herself on the kitchen counter, not bothering to remove her rather burnt and ripped dress or desecrated heels as her face assumed its natural appearance; She looked like an abused, innocent, life-sized doll as she canted her head and stared into nothing.

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Garth listened to the silence between them, waiting for the verdict of his little hunter as he watched her. He felt as if he already knew the answer - she wished to kill all three, it was evident - but then a curious sigh escaped her lips, and she told him to kill a deer to make Alexandra's now planned accident look exactly as such. As much as his stoic face kept him silent, his eyes could not hide the surprise in her decision. Not only were they not going to kill the parents, but she decided to kill Alexandra herself - why? Garth couldn't find an answer in her eyes, but could see something wash over her body, a somber attitude of the sorts. Perhaps guilt? Garth couldn't tell, nor could he understand.

It wasn't until her soft voice spoke again, and the feeling of soft lips against his forehead that he had truly gotten himself confused: especially since she disappeared so quickly afterwards. Watching her leave in a blur, Garth never moved. Perhaps it was that her touch left him motionless, perhaps it was simply the entire events. He truthfully didn't understand totally what he was feeling, but it didn't matter: after all, being emotional was weakness, and Garth couldn't afford it. Whatever was going on in his head and heart could always wait for the days that he was sitting in silence with Angel. Right now, he needed to track down a deer. He gave one last glance at the parents of the girl that had been giving him headaches, and gave a sigh. They had no idea what was in store, and for their safety, Garth hoped they gave up their silly chase. If they didn't, he wouldn't hesitate to turn his ax into a paintbrush to paint the walls red.

As if they felt like they were being watched, the couple stopped their needless spraying and looked around. When they finally cast their eyes upwards, all they could see was the sky.

Garth caught the scent of the deer quickly, and ripped through the forest with only the wind as his witness. Garth instantly punched the deer with his open palm to kill it by sheer force. See, Garth knew that to make it look like an accident, he would have to make the deer look like it got hit by a car. A vampire's punch could be considered as powerful as a speeding car, so it worked well. With the mostly dead dear slung over him - like he had done so many times before as a child - Garth raced off towards the scent of Alexandra. When he arrived at the crash site, Garth was surprised to see that Alexandra had simply crashed into the tree, as if she had been spooked.

Shocked at either the luck of the draw or Angel's flawless execution, Garth tore a bit of the deer carcass along the hood of the car to get a bit of blood on it, before throwing the deer onto the road. Thankfully, nobody had shown up yet, but he could see headlights in the distance, which was his key to head out. A distance away, Garth stared back at the scene, and gave a little mutter: "And so the body returns to the dirt once more. Sleep well." Odd for a seasoned killer, but Garth did grow up with the concept of Buddhism. While he didn't follow it very often, he still gave a word for the deceased, no matter how much he disliked them.

By the time Garth made it back to the house, he could tell that his little huntress had already gotten home. After all, where else would she go but home after such an event? He pushed the door open quietly and entered, hearing the bliss of silence as he peered into the kitchen to see Angel perched on the counter, staring into the abyss. Garth knew that she got like this when thinking, and normally didn't want to disturb her. However, he also noticed the state of her clothing, and instinctively entered without a sound. Taking only a few steps to reach her, Garth gingerly removed Angel's ruined heals, placing them on the ground. Still without words, Garth removed his jacket to place on her back before sliding beside her on the counter, staring forward as she had done when he entered.

However, it was he who broke the silence with one line in a deep, low voice, silky and yet course. "Grazie di cuore." He said no more, as he knew Angel would understand his meaning. He wasn't just thanking her for taking his job, but for choosing the path she did. Heck, Garth even felt that there was a little bit of sincere thanks that leaked in for her just still being there, but he wouldn't admit that.

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Garth gave a genuine smile as Angel reminisced -hard to come by any movement of the face that wasn't speech with Garth. Still, he had to admit that she was correct: it had been many years since they ran together, and the peacefulness of the entire situation was a much needed break for the man. Many never truly realized the bottled-up stress and paranoia the man went through, which could be best seen through his inability to sleep. If he had to recount, Angel was only one of the few that understood how his protective nature ran so deep that it disallowed him to sleep.

Moving past that, Garth noticed Angel lowering her head in thought, his eyes softly watching as a soft shudder racked her body before a smile came to her lips. Garth looked down to see the little devil foxes roaming around her feet. While he was a man of nature and canines, he didn't entirely trust those little misfits: after all, when an animal started chewing on his foot and scratching it, he was more likely to launch it than cuddle with it. Nevertheless, his little huntress posed a question that Garth expected, and he met her eyes once again.

"Prima che poi. The accident may not rid them of the 'hunt'." Garth still wasn't sure if he could call what they were doing a hunt, but it was the only word he could think of that made sense. After the pause, Garth spoke again. "We will pick up the human on the way: if those two are serious about being hunters, then taking a human from the area will get them suspicious again." Garth paused again, before turning and looking Angel in her soft eyes. A small smile crept onto his lips again, and he brought his right hand up to her chin before speaking and lowering his hand. "Quando si è pronti, si parte."

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Garth chuckled before the emotion fell from his face as Angel ran off to pack: though he was unsure how she was going to get all of her stuff in any of the vehicles. It was a pretty well known fact that she was quite the hoarder, which contrasted highly with Garth. Unlike his little huntress, the goth carried very little with him, as he was used to constant travel. When he made his way into his own room, it looked like it was ready to pack up and leave within a moment's notice. All of his clothes were folded and easily stored, and the only things that were on his walls were a few keepsakes that he still had, and the weapon rack. What were the keepsakes, you ask? Most were trivial things from his history, such as the robe and pendent from the Crimson Dragon coven and the staff fashioned for him when he left. There are a few things that are extremely sentimental to him like his first waraxe, first katana. However, there are a few items that he keeps that aren't necessarily out in the open, such as the dagger Angel threw into his forehead, the stopwatch that stopped working when he turned his fallen progeny, or his wedding ring from his first life which he still wears, even if he doesn't know why anymore.

Within no time at all, Garth's room was stripped down to its roots, and he was ready to get the heck out. Unlike his room, however, Garth was no longer bare: his sword was sheathed in its scabbard on his back, his war axe on his hip. Garth made his way back into the kitchen, finding that Angel had been excited enough to flit through everything and was now leaning on the counter. Garth hadn't seen her this excited in years, and silently acknowledged her happiness with a smile of his own. They would be moving back to her house in Montana to... what, exactly? Garth was one that prefered silence and solitude to interaction, but their moving made him suddenly think about the future. Would he still be by the side of his little huntress, or would she move on without him eventually, seek out adventures of her own again? An unprecedented pit seemed to form in Garth's stomach, but he was unsure as to why it was there: perhaps it was the looming danger that was always around? Perhaps it was.

Shaking it off, Garth fully entered the kitchen at a moderate pace, still pondering small thoughts; after all, Garth only thought about protecting those he cared for, and how to survive. Thinking of other things was tedious and useless to his placement in life. Careful to use the hip that his axe wasn't on, Garth approached Vani and leaned on one shoulder to get a better look at her excitement before brushing away a stray hair from her face. "Beh, sei eccitato. Ready to leave?" A little smirk made it back to his face, before falling to his monotonous, original complexion. He looked down to see those foxes again before raising an eyebrow "Io lo prendo stanno cattura di un giro con noi?"

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"Old man, huh?" Garth raised an eyebrow as he exited the house. He had given a little laugh when she flitted away in such excitement, and barely realized she had taken all of his stuff out already when he reached his room. Seeing has how everything was being done for him, he had done a quick sweep of the house to ensure that everything had been removed and locked. When he finally made it outside, he had only gotten out the door when a large smile appeared from the buick, his little huntress looking more excited than he had seen her in years.

"Dov'era tutto questo entusiasmo prima?" Garth said as he opened the driver door and got in. He wasn't kidding when he was a little confused as to the excitement his little huntress was exuding, but he couldn't help but give her a smile back: her excitement was contagious. He wasn't even sure where it was coming from, but he was happy when she was. Starting the vehicle up, he noticed that she was shivering, and he wasn't sure from what. "Stai bene, la mia piccola cacciatrice? Stai tremando." Garth was concerned that she might be cold, but he could never tell with her.

"Questo sarà un lungo viaggio, dopo tutto." If one asked about how Garth felt about going to Montana, he was content with the decision. There wasn't many of his personal belongings there, however, as most of his true keepsakes were in his house in Toulousse. See, Garth purchased the deed to his old house a few hundred years ago, and built a villa on it a few years ago. When anybody ever asked him why that exact location, his answers were usually skeptical: he hadn't even told Angel why he bought that property. Thing was, Garth hadn't told his little huntress about a lot of things, like his original life or his thing with Aphrodite; he just didn't see the need, regardless of how much it knawed at him that he knew everything about her, yet she knew only of their time together. Perhaps he would tell her in Montana, perhaps not. Only time would tell.

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"Not at all." Garth's eyebrows had raised at her in questioning. The entire trip there she had been silent, and Garth could only assume that this question was perhaps a culmination of said musings. She even spoke in English to add to Garth's slight confused state, causing him to cock his head a little with an odd stare at his little huntress. She was sprawled on the bed after collapsing - he should have guessed she was tired after the long journey; she had even been leaning on him some in the elevator. Yet this question still caught him off guard slightly, Angel's curious eyes glancing over to him. Garth normally took everything at face value to keep things simple, but questions such as these made him wonder if there truly was a hidden message behind her statement.

"Tell me, my little huntress; what brought on such a question?" Garth decided to stick with English, as it was the language that began such a conversation. Garth moved away from the door as he spoke, finishing as he sat down on the same bed as she was collapsed on. He was only on the edge, his legs facing the door but his upper body twisted to look at her from above with concerned eyes. He didn't understand the nature of her question, but it did worry him: did she feel that he was tired of her, wanting to move on without her? Because if that was the case, perhaps it would be best if he did explain the life he once had before her: that would hopefully clear any doubt from her mind. Without another to protect, Garth felt useless, incomplete, and without purpose.

In other words, Garth felt death.

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Garth let out a small grunt at her comment about her cryptic life, as if the irony just simply wrote itself. He looked away as Angel sat up and folded her legs, before looking back at her. His eyes were distant in contrast to her seeming innocence, to which he gave a slight smile before running his hand through her hair to fix it. Afterwards, however, a sigh escaped his lips before he looked away once again to finally speak.

"If you were average, I wouldn't have turned you." He gave a pause, realizing how stupid that sounded, before continuing. "My little huntress, your way of life is exactly what a man like me needs: life turns bleak after many years of living. Besides, I've been the cryptic one, not you." Garth stared at the far wall, his eyes distant and sad before he looked back at her, his expression solemn.

"You never questioned the fact that I know you, and yet you only know half of me."

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Garth's face lay dormant as she took his hand into her own, the silky touch offset by his own roughness. Her grip tightened as she spoke, and her words comforted him only slightly. It was when Angel's thumb touched his face that his own free hand came up to grab hers. His eyes fell, before he turned away from his little huntress. Her words were reassuring, yes, but at the same time caused a great deal of guilt to rush through him. Garth wasn't sure if it was the fact that she said that he had saved her life, or if he owed her nothing, but it caused him to let go of her hand, and move to the other, which held his ring - he wasn't sure of the last time he really drew attention to it, let alone took it off, but it mattered not.

Garth grabbed the ring and turned it once, staring at it as he spoke. "Not true, my little huntress. You have kept me alive in more ways than you may realize, but the only way to explain..." He paused, spinning the ring once more before his tone dropped down to a loud whisper.

"First of all, my name is not Garth - my birth name... is Hathus Gundislavus of the Visogoths." His words were slow and paced, as if he had rehearsed them before he paused, as if unsure if he should continue. He looked up, his stoic face letting slip a bit of the pain through his eyes.

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Garth noticed that she turned to face him completely, which internally gave him a sense of gratitude, that she was actually willing to hear his entire story. He let his ring hand fall to his side, before he lay down on the bed beside where Angel sat: Garth wasn't entirely sure why, but it felt better than sitting up. Like recounting his experiences would cause him to fall or become uneasy: normally Garth would shoulder such burdens, but today he was in a mood for discussion.

"I grew up a warrior, fighting for the glory of the Goths. But a man cannot fight his whole life, so when I was the old age of 19, I married another." He reached his arm towards the ceiling, his ring catching what faint light there was as he stared at it. He could still remember that day, but it seemed like his memories were of an onlooker, watching a man named Hathus get married to the prettiest girl of the city, his tempered Ado. "Adosinda and I lived together, as any warrior and wife could be, but we barely lasted the year before I was captured and enslaved." He paused, the ring no longer holding its luster to him and he dropped his arm back down to his side before his head turned to face Angel, looking up at her.

"For two years I was forced to do the labour others, until the day of my changing at the hands of two gentlemen from the Blood Dragons: mind you, this was before their reformation, so they were not as disgusting as when I brought you to them." He paused, a small smile coming to his lips as he remembered all of the training, the bonding, the friendship. "Thing was, I knew I had to go back home, find Ado. But after 5 years..." Garth paused, a sigh escaping his lips. "She had given herself to another, and I returned to the Orient alone and as Garth."

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Garth noticed that she had flitted, and that his head was now slightly propped up in her lap: odd how the tables had turned, Garth had to muse. Angel then ran her hands through his hair and spoke of her inability to give advice at this time, only her ears; a kiss on the forehead later, she was using her fingers to tap his cheeks some. Without her knowledge, Garth internally smiled. She didn't need to have advice for him, her being there was simply enough.

"I wish I could say that was the end of my troubles, but I must confess it is not." He looked sideways some, averting his gaze as he spoke. "When I was roughly 400 years of age, I thought I would be able to make it on my own without a coven, so I left to explore: only to realize that being alone was the worst experience of my life." An involuntary shudder ran through his body as he turned his gaze back. "Without a purpose, I was useless, clinging onto my bleak existence: until I met her. An extravegant, beautiful vampire of power drew me in, one that I..." This time, he couldn't bare to look at Angel without feeling horrible. "Hindsight allows me to realize my stupidity, but at the time, I didn't care who I was with, just that it was with somebody. So I ended up in a relationship with Aphrodite."

Garth gave a pause involuntarily before continuing. "She left me without a trace when it became apparent that I would not Fall for her. So I was left alone again, and returned to the Coven; once again, broken and without purpose." He slowly looked back at Angel with a look of sadness tinting his face. "300 years later, I was forced to kill the Coven leader, as he had Fallen - and the Blood Dragons were reformed." A ragged sigh escaped his lips.

"There was no home left for me there, so I left without hope of life. Until I stumbled through a forest in Sicily."

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Garth looked up at Angel, unable to read any of her thoughts as he nodded slowly. It simply wasn't in his ability list to be able to read others - though he had easily felt her tense when he talked of Aphrodite. Why she would tense up at the name of her is understandable regardless, but he hadn't thought of Angel as being nervous of her. "Yes. I had someone to protect, I was given a new purpose. Life had a meaning again, exploring with my little huntress." He gave her a sweet smile, before continueing. "When I changed.. your brother..." She knew his meaning, and he didn't feel like speaking of him by name. "I began focusing on him a little, since you became capable yourself. Life just seemed to work."

A pause settled its way into the conversation accidentally, and Garth let it sink in for a bit. "After a while, you stopped relying on me for protection and began to explore, and he... well, Fell. So even though you were still there, I was losing my purpose to protect you, even though I knew I would never stop. I needed a Leader to protect, a sense of duty again just like back in my days in the Orient. The rest you know." Garth looked back up at her, barely bothering to decipher her emotions and just content on looking up at her. "I became the Protector of an Egyptian, you became an Enforcer, things went somewhat south and we left." Garth gave a sigh, and looked back into her eyes.

"Now you know my story: why I own a villa in Toulouse, why this ring is on my finger still. I cannot forget the past, but I hope not to be ruled by it."

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Garth's eyes widened in concern as she flitted away after her previous statement. Was she having nightmares? Was she sleeping alright? His head started to fall, only to be caught by her lap once again, to which she changed the subject to apologize for their lack of feeding. Garth, however, was having none of it mentally, easily recognizing the diversion. His eyes slowly closed as his tense body somewhat relaxed, and his monotonous voice spoke.

"You're changing the subject." He wasn't being condescending, witty or snarky; just realizing what she was doing. "Don't apologize - we are in a hotel, food is everywhere." His eyes were still closed as he spoke, the tension still leaving his body somewhat until he reached a stage between rigid and relaxed. Garth could never achieve true relaxation in any form, regardless of what he did or tried. Even meditation was often interrupted by his protective instincts.

Speaking of which, were kicking in right now. Garth finally opened his eyes to stare at his little huntress, the only emotion conveyed in his eyes concern. "Nightmares again?" Again, Garth left out all forms of tones that could change his words into something they weren't, and stuck with a more monotonous/concerned tone. It just worked a lot better for him when people knew exactly what he wanted. Granted, he rarely spoke with others that weren't Angel.

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Her laughter was a nice change of pace, and the slight jab at him brought back some of the happiness felt earlier that day to Garth. However, it was then that Angel asked a question Garth rarely ever thought about: what did the future hold for them? Humans had no concept of a near eternity as they did, so they were content with living their lives as fast and exciting as they could, having sex and doing drugs with no regrets. After all, that silly motto known as YOLO was derived from this century after all. Thing was, what was a vampire to do? Garth had lived for more than a millenia, watching the human race evolve while doing so with them. But he never really gave much thought to the future, as it rarely concerned him: the future held what was going to happen, not what was happening. You cannot protect yourself from the future, only the present.

Though her fact about there being more whores was probably an embellished realization, he couldn't ignore her point. Garth also noted that she spoke of 'people like us', which slightly confused him. Were they the 'us' or was that vampires in general? He didn't pry, just answered the question.

"We live; find our purpose for existing in this world. Once found, eternity doesn't seem so long." He mused, his eyes meeting hers. Garth suppressed a random dispatch of feelings that were directed at his heart and head, confused as to what he would be feeling at the moment. "The only difference between us and humans is our perception of time." Truly though, that was how Garth saw it. Garth had always seen vampirism as just elongated humanism, as both vampires and humans needed the same things: they felt the same when rejected, cringed at their past life and dread their future. Vampires simply had eons to do so.

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Garth looked intently at his little huntress, concern once again washing over him. Switching back to italian was different, but it got the point across: Angel was having doubts about herself and her purpose. Garth had felt like that once, and the thoughts nearly drove him to self destruction. Vampires were known to go made due to their eternal lifespan, something that Garth was always desperate to avoid. Even if he didn't go mad because of reality, he feared Falling and becoming another Aphrodite; a woman who cared for nobody but herself, sadistically enjoying one kill after another.

So in Angel's statement, his protective instinct was just getting warmed up as she frowned in what looked like thought. Garth knew that it was now his time to act, so he looked up at her with his concerned eyes once more, and spoke. "Be content, my little huntress. One's purpose is rarely found through search; if you have to look, it is already in front of you." Garth spoke only the truth as he had seen from his own experiences with uselessness. Once he started searching for his purpose, it lead him across the continent in anguish, hooked him up with Aphrodite only to be dropped months later, and returned back to where he started. It was only when he returned that Garth realized that he simply wanted to be back at his coven being a Protector, and his entire 'life search' had been in vain.

Thing was, Garth knew that if she asked to leave his presence to find her own purpose, he would be powerless to stop her own wishes, regardless of how it would be letting his own purpose walk right out the door.

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Garth slowly closed his eyes, letting out a sigh through his nose at her question. Garth had no straight answer for her, as much as that hurt him. How HAD he cope with the feeling of emptiness and uselessness? Even with Garth's sharp memory, those years of wandering were horrible and rarely delved upon, as all he felt was loneliness and despair in connection to such a time period. And yet Vani wanted to know how he was able to cope with it, which also brought another point to the table; she was feeling that same unfulfillment now as he did. Yes, he read through her words - rare for him to even attempt, as he just let people's words do the talking. Yet with Angel, Garth was slowly becoming able to read between the lines.

"In truth, I have no idea how I suppressed it." Garth opened his eyes to look at Angel with a slight sympathetic look, understanding her predicament. "Unlike you, I clung to whoever I could to survive through those years, regardless of who it was." He looked away from her for a bit to speak in a soft voice. "You are stronger than I if you have been able to cope for so long."

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Garth watched as her expression changed slowly, his hair still feeling her silky fingers run through it. He watched as she became distant, uncertain as to where her thoughts took her, until it was solidified into a frown. Now, while this sounded normal, Garth was looking up at her, and to him his little huntress was upside down. So as much as Garth knew he shouldn't say, he found her transitions to be quite amusing, giving a soft smile as she stared with such a frown. It was like she was trying to solve all of her problems this instant, when Garth knew that the chances of such success were always so slim. Then again, that is expected of problems of reality.

Regardless of his own trivial thoughts on the matter, Garth was trying to figure out a way to soothe his little huntress. So far, he had just driven her into a chasm of thought, confusion and indecision: all three characteristics of the man he never wanted to be. So Garth solidified his mind into one thought process, in the hopes of helping to find her answer.

"Do not rely on the mind to solve a problem of the body, little one." Garth reached up to her face and grasped her chin from below, tilting it towards himself before running his own hand through her hair. "The solution is to think with your instincts; it is how I have made every decision of my life, changing you being one of them." He gave a small smile before letting his arm fall. "I have yet to regret such decisions."

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Garth listened intently as she switched back to Italian, before setting her own head down beside him on the bed. For a bit, there was a silence between them, one that was comforting and peaceful, with a tint of confusion thrown in somewhere. Garth wasn't sure how he could be of assistance to Angel right now after her statement: she thought she had everything, yet she was feeling useless and without purpose. Garth could only imagine the whole that she felt, and his brain began to wrack itself at the sound of of a hiss being released from beside him. In truth, he could only remember feeling similar to her predicament at three different time periods. The first was when he was human, after finally marrying Adosinda yet feeling like there was something missing from his life.

The other two times were with two separate vampires: Aphrodite and Angel herself. With Aphrodite, the feelings only surfaced a week before she left, when he thought himself smitten with her. With Angel, Garth only remembered a flicker of said emotion when she left him to explore, fearing for her safety.

He turned his body on it's side, bringing himself closer to her and facing her completely, before he spoke in a soft voice. "I know not of a cure, my little huntress: but what I can offer, I will gladly give to see you happy."