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Post by atlantis on Aug 21, 2013 20:08:21 GMT -5
Turner
He nearly spit out the sip of tea he was taking when a knock came from the front door. Turner found it far too difficult to hide the frustration on his face; he hadn't planned on entertaining guests today. "If you'll excuse me," he said as he stood and walked back through the foyer to the entrance. At the door this time, he found a man dressed in a hooded sweater and sunglasses. It took him all of two seconds to deduce this second visitor was also a vampire. "Yeah, alright, come on in," he murmured before the man had even said a word. "But I hope you're on good terms with the Venators." As with the previous guest, he offered this man a seat and a drink before returning to his place. "Now, in my hospitality have I at least earned the right to know your names?"
Alise
Alise was glad Marcus had finally arrived. She was growing tired of this witch's lack of cooperation. With just a simple threat from him, the Wilkinson woman finally admitted that this Connie was her grandson. If the old woman was telling the truth, and she really had no power, maybe her descendants did. Then the old bag of filth began a lengthy tirade of insults, calling Alise old, delusional, insane. She wanted a real vampire?
"Now I suggest you kill me now before--" The woman never got to finish her sentence. Alise delivered a hard kick to her chin, severing her spine at the neck.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said quietly. She thought she'd be happier about killing such a powerful witch, but she only felt empty. This had turned into another dead end. A feeling of shock overcame her when the old woman's head lifted back up and released a flash of power, and then a well of fury burned in her chest. "YOU WERE LYING. YOU WERE LYING THE WHOLE TIME!" she roared and kicked both lifeless body and chair clear across the basement floor.
She picked up pieces of fallen drywall and rock and threw them at the body, wishing she could have caused the woman more pain. Alise was more determined now than ever to wipe out these scum. And she would start with this one named Connie, right after he granted her wish.
Katie
Katie was up early to get ready for work. There was only a week left before school began and she dreaded the days she'd have to be up far earlier than this. She finished lacing up her high-tops and grabbed her things to rush out the door. In the kitchen, her mom had just sat down to breakfast, watching the television from the table. Katie focused for a second and caused a sausage biscuit to fly her direction and bit into it while it floated there.
"I told you not to be so frivolous," her mother chastised, but Katie knew her mom frequently used magic to perform household chores.
"Frivolity's half the fun," Katie replied.
"It's not supposed to be 'fun', it's a serious craft and you should show some respect," Mrs. Ellis lectured, but she had already lost her daughter's attention. Katie was concentrated on the story displayed on the tv at the moment, the biscuit falling into her hands. Her friend's grandmother had been kidnapped.
"Will you call work and tell them I'm gonna be late?" she asked, not waiting for an answer before she ran for the front door and out to her car.
"I will do no such thing!" her mother called after her. "Where are you going?" She never received a reply as Katie's car pulled out of the driveway in a frenzy, almost hitting an SUV that was cruising through the neighborhood.
Katie drove madly through the streets of Seattle until she found herself at the Wilkinson home, which was surrounded by police and caution tape. She flew out of her car, having devoured the biscuit on the way, and ran toward the scene. A policeman stopped her, saying it was a private investigation and advising her to return home. She shook her head, out of breath. "You don't understand. Connie Harvey is my friend. I came to see him, to see if he needs anything."
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you through," the police officer replied. "I can tell you that he's just fine and if he wishes to do so, will speak with you later."
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Post by Marli on Aug 21, 2013 21:06:03 GMT -5
Marcus Reynesford
Marcus smiled as the woman shouted the identity of Connie, her grandson. This and the fact that she seemed to think the grandson actually could do something to them was interesting. He pushed the knife closer to the woman's skin as she began shouting obscenities at them but remained unfazed. The old bat may not be showing it but the faint scent of panic on her skin betrayed her. Celia Wilkinson was scared. If the two vampires played their cards right a treasure trove of information could be theirs.
The witch looked directly at Alise now, eyes venomous. "Now I suggest you kill me now before--" The woman never got to finish her sentence. Alise delivered a hard kick to her chin, severing her spine at the neck. Marcus turned to Alise in disbelief but the had eyes only for Celia.
"I thought you'd never ask."
"Are you insane!?" Marcus said, fuming. For all the trouble they'd gone through locating Celia Wilkinson the two had gleaned precious little information. "Do you have any idea the information she could have about their kind? For all we know she could have been hiding a whole..."
But his sentence was cut short as the dead witches body convulsed and let out a bone crushing scream. Light erupted from the woman's mouth and eyes. Marcus swore and covered his face.
Alise started screaming. "YOU WERE LYING. YOU WERE LYING THE WHOLE TIME!" she roared and kicked both lifeless body and chair clear across the basement floor. She through pieces of drywall at the body, shaking with rage.
Marcus scowled, furious at the events of the last few minutes. Still, he forced himself to swallow his fury, instead taking up a stony facade. "Well, I'll run an internet search." He said dryly, "Maybe the little brat is naive enough to have a facebook."
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Post by atlantis on Aug 21, 2013 21:19:03 GMT -5
Alise
"Yeah. Maybe," she said quietly. "She said she didn't have any power. I guess that explains why she was such an easy target." She strolled over to the body, a desperate sadness spreading over her entire mind now. "It doesn't matter what we might have gotten from her. I won't let some foolish old lady speak to me like that. As though she's better than me." She stomped on Celia Wilkinson's dead face, getting a small amount of satisfaction from the sound of her skull crunching under her foot. "Let's get out of here."
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Post by purplemunster94 on Aug 22, 2013 0:16:26 GMT -5
Emeline
Emeline woke up and stepped across her small apartment and barely pulled her blackout curtains apart. She pulled them closed quickly when the sun streamed through. She hated it when it was sunny in Seattle. It was a rare occurrence, but it always made her hate leaving the safety of her apartment. She dressed in a light jacket, with gloves, pants and boots. She then placed a sun hat on her head, and sunglasses. After grabbing a quick breakfast of animal blood, she left the apartment building. Emeline could feel the sun, but it wasn't like it was going to fry her. She didn't really know what she was going to do with the day, but even with the sun, the fresh air was nice, so she started on a walk wherever her feet would carry her.
Emeline wasn't sure what had brought her to one of the richest men in Seattle's home. She had been suspicious of him for awhile. Something about him didn't quite seem right, and it all pointed to Vampire. She knew that a lot of Vampires had gathered in Seattle, but it had been awhile since she actually had contact with any. She always tried to avoid them, after all, she had never met any of them who had souls like her. So nothing was off limits. However, something led her to the front gate of Nathan Snow's mansion.
She stood at the gate, not sure whether to try and enter, or turn and walk away. It had been such a long time since she had contact with another Vampire, but on the other hand, she wasn't even positive if Snow was a Vampire. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part. Emeline sorted through the facts that made her think this man was a vampire. First he hardly showed his face, second when he did he hadn't seemed to change at all. She had to find out, if he wasn't, she could always make up some lame excuse about trying to get a secret photo of Nathan Snow in his home, right?
Instead of ringing the bell on the gate Emeline stepped aside, so as not to be seen from the street and climbed it with ease. When she got to the front door She hesitated, then forced herself to knock.
OT: WOO, forced post to get Em in the game! YAY!
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Post by Marli on Aug 22, 2013 1:01:14 GMT -5
Nathaniel
Nathaniel read the article carefully, looking for clues. The police report, however, offered little in the way of understanding. Celia Wilkinson. She'd been at one of his companies Gala's once, correct? He drew the image to memory, an elegant middle aged woman in a sparkling navy dress who'd made a point to speak with him. She was influential, no doubt, but this wasn't why the image stuck in his mind. She had said something. Something that, at the time, had just seemed odd but now seemed more urgent. What was it?
A gentle knock at the door broke Nathaniel's concentration.
The vampire rose slowly, carrying the newspaper in one hand as he moved towards the front door. Whoever was at the door had bypassed his front gate, so it was unlikely to be the normal girl scout or solicitor. Nathaniel inwardly cursed that useless oaf Jerimah for not being present. Not that he really wanted the troll to be answering his door anyways, but he didn't like to do it himself. He reminded himself that the Yasahura girl, Saki, would be there tomorrow. He had missed the sound of a females voice since his last servant had been... dismissed.
At the door, Nathaniel hesitated then turned to a small screen near the door. A few taps revealed a video image of his front porch where a pale girl, about 18, stood in long sleeves and a broad hat. Nathaniel smiled, and slowly opened the door. "Good Morning." Nathaniel said, shielding himself from the sun with the newspaper. "To whom do I owe the pleasure?"
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Post by Ambassador on Aug 22, 2013 1:22:55 GMT -5
Leia
Leia pushed open the door to Starbucks right on time, feeling refreshed at the prospect of a new morning. She was definitely a morning person. People always asked her if it was a shock moving from sunny Southern California to rainy Seattle but Leia loved it. She loved the fresh air and the atmosphere that rain, college life, and coffee shops brought on. It was a perfect setting for her art and music.
"Hey." she said to Ryan. She surveyed his slumped posture and bleary eyes. "You look like you could use some coffee." Ryan also went to Uvi Washington and Leah knew that he too juggled school and work schedules, and often worked the closing shift. Leia noticed that Ryan was looking more than tired. "What's u--"
Mrs. Wilkinson was reportedly taken from her home late last night. The foreboding news blared from the radio. Mrs. Wilkinson...that was Connie's grandmother. Why would anyone kidnap her? Did they kidnap Connie too? Leia felt as if larges bands had tightened around her chest. Connie was just a kid, five years younger than her, and his grandma was a harmless, nice old lady.
"Wha..." an open mouthed half gasp of surprise was what came out of her. She exchanged glances with Ryan, to confirm that she had heard the announcement correctly. "Oh my gosh. Do you think Connie is ok?" Just then, the door opened and their first customer entered. Leia guessed that her and Ryan had both lost track of time in their surprise. But Ryan still looked pretty shaken, so Leia took the stack of cups from his hand and stepped behind the counter. "What can I get for you?" she asked her customer pleasantly.
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Post by Zabby on Aug 22, 2013 22:50:33 GMT -5
Mason Hearing the knock at the front door, Mason let out a sigh. If he had known Turner scheduled visitors, he could have come back later or on a different day, but when his host asked to be excused, Mason smiled and said, "Of course. Take your time."
Mason sat in his seat and twiddled his thumbs. He did not have much to think about except how nice Turner was. It was interesting, to be talking with another ensouled vampire. Most of the Venators were not vampires themselves. While the order took in and trained repentant vampires such as him, it was rare and he hadn't come across another in a long, long time. As he was musing about the pleasantries of being with his own kind a very familiar smell hit his nose.
Looking over at the new companion, his jaw dropped. Never in a million years did he think this would happen. Standing up quickly, Mason didn't even hear Turner ask for their names. "Rainer?" he asked shock, stepping closer to the man. "Is that really you?"
Mason wasn't sure if he wanted the man to be Rainer or not. Yes, he had always wondered what had happened to his companion after they were separated on that night, but he also wasn't sure if he could face the person who he personally ruined the life of. Rainer was the only one he had ever turned. Mason always loved the kill more than the turn, but Rainer had been different. A hard pit of anxiety, guilt, and excitement formed in his stomach.
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Post by purplemunster94 on Aug 23, 2013 0:27:26 GMT -5
Ryan
Ryan couldn't find the answer's to Leah's questions. He couldn't even say hello. When the first costumer came in he forced himself to get to work. When the customer left Ryan turned to Leah. "I don't think Connie's been harmed. At the time she was reportedly taken, Connie was still here." He was trying to reassure himself just as much as her.
As the morning rush came in Ryan forced himself to keep working. He couldn't lose his job because he was worried about Connie. If he lost his job he would no longer be able to live in Seattle, and he would have to return home. After the morning rush Ryan leaned against the counter and grabbed a glass of water. "I know Connie's physically alright, but I know he's emotionally in turmoil. His grandma meant so much to him, I just hope they find her."
Emeline
When the man opened the door Emeline was almost positive her suspicions were correct, but looking at him now, she was not really sure what she was going to say. She pushed her hand forward in greeting, "My, My name is Emily Ward." She averted her eyes to the ground, "I just wanted to see the great Nathan Snow. Some of my friends don't believe you truly exhist...and I wanted to prove them wrong." She mentally hit herself, her lie was as paper thin as any lie she had ever told. She had never been a good liar, but this attempt was just pathetic. Emelilne sighed,
"Alright, I'm going to be honest. I came here because I was suspicious of what you are, and I wanted to talk to, well, someone like me. It's silly really, I'll just be on my way, I don't know what I was thinking in coming here."
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Post by Bhunivelze on Aug 23, 2013 15:42:51 GMT -5
Rainer
"Rainer? Is that really you?"
Freezing in his tracks he couldn't help but just stare at the man sitting across from him. Mason, the man responsible for his immortality. The man responsible for the death of his father, the man responsible for the pain that he had felt for the last century.
"Mason..."
Rainer didn't know how to feel. This man practically raised him in the first years of his new life. And here he was over a hundred years later, with a soul, a new look, and in the presence of an incredibly wealthy vampire. "What are you... Why are...?" Rainer struggled to keep his thoughts in check. He wanted to stake him, he wanted to forgive him, he wanted to just leave, but he couldn't do that. Connie was depending on him.
Clearing his throat, he tried his best to ignore Mason and turned to Mr. Forsyth. "Sir, my name is Rainer Haas. I'm, as you probably guessed, a Vampire. A close friend of mine; his grandmother was kidnapped. Celia Wilkinson. You have more power in this city than I could ever have, I need to know if you have heard anything at all about her disappearance. I was there just about an hour after she was taken, not only did I find her blood but I also smelt Vampire." He was trying to sound as formal as possible as he figured that it was what Turner was used to. "As you know, Celia was an important player in Seattle, If she was abducted by a vampire, all hell could break loose."
Connie
Connie was leaning on the rail around the balcony with tears drying on his face. First his father, then his mother, now his Gran. His thoughts were dark, dreary, and over all depressing. But who could blame him? He was a catalyst for sadness. One that couldn't bear his burden.
Connie was looking over the balcony at the people below as the FBI were investigating behind him. He noticed a familiar vehicle pull into the parking lot. Bright red hair caught his eye as the unusual sunlight shown down upon it. Katie. Connie shot to the elevator in a hurry. After what felt like minutes, he was down in the lobby and and already headed out the front door. His friend was arguing with a police officer about something but he didn't care. He bent underneath the tape and hugged the girl.
He hadn't known Katie very long, but she easily counted as his closest friend. Someone who he trusted, and felt comfortable around. Which was something he cherished deeply.
Turning to the police officer he had to find a way to excuse himself. "Sir, I'm going to get a coffee. It's right down the road, I'm within walking distance." And with that he took Katie's hand and started walking away.
Releasing her hand he kept looking ahead of himself, "Don't ask me how I am, just walk with me. Please."
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Post by atlantis on Aug 24, 2013 0:47:54 GMT -5
Ava
Ava finished icing the cake she had prepared for Celia's grandson, smoothing it over gently and meticulously. When she was done, she put a domed lid over it and carried it out of the kitchen, her keys in her hand. The atmosphere in the living room was tense, as now the two guests seemed to have a history together. She ducked her head down as she began to walk through. "I'm going to run down to see Connie. I'll be back soon," she said quietly to Turner.
She didn't make it to the door of the foyer before he replied. "Be back before nightfall and be careful not to stray by yourself." It was an odd sort of warning in his voice; if there were anything to be afraid of outside the house, Ava figured Turner would know, so she took it to heart.
"Of course," she answered, her hand on the doorknob. "Have a nice time with your... um... friends?" On that note she left the room and the house, rejoicing in the sunny summer atmosphere outside.
Turner
This Rainer's information was the darkest news he'd heard all day. It was not as he had surmised originally. Celia Wilkinson was not simply on a surprise vacation, and she very certainly was not having any fun wherever she was. Once he was sure Ava was gone, he responded to Rainer's postulations. "It's wise of you to choose this word 'was'," he said delicately. "You should continue to use it; if Mrs. Wilkinson was taken by one of our kind, she won't be found alive." He shifted positions slightly, setting his now half-empty cup on the coffee table in front of him and examining momentarily the strange looks that continued to pass between his two guests.
"I'm afraid I didn't know Celia myself; I make it a point to keep my privacy and fraternize as little as possible with the outside world." He hoped the comment didn't seem rude, but he guessed, too, that in this company, it was a common thing to maintain a quiet life. "However, as the Venator has brought to my attention, there has recently been a steady influx of vampires in the city. To narrow our search, we have to ask: why would a vampire bother to kidnap anyone?"
Musing on the question for only a minute, Turner was painfully reminded of the person he once was so many years ago. "It seems in my experience that, without a soul, I was far more concerned with devouring my prey than playing with it. Excluding a few exceptions, it is unusual for a soulless vampire to choose to do much else with a human of any stature."
A tingling started on the back of his neck as he began to suspect someone from his past had returned to haunt him at last. "Kidnapping Celia Wilkinson would be an act of politics, or revenge, or maybe it was meant simply to send a message to the citizens."
Katie
Connie appeared right on time, to end the conversation with the police officer. His face was paler than usual and tearstains hung under both eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept all night and, Katie reminded herself, he probably hadn't. She wrapped her arms tightly around him when he hugged her, desperately wanting to make his pain go away. He explained to the officer that he was going to the coffee shop and tugged her along after him. He didn't seem to feel like talking much, so she only placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. "I'm so sorry," she said quietly and moved her hand around to his neck, resting her head on his shoulder as they walked.
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Post by Ambassador on Aug 24, 2013 12:19:18 GMT -5
Leia
"I don't think Connie's been harmed. At the time she was reportedly taken, Connie was still here." Ryan told her, though it seemed like she wasn't the only one he was trying to reassure. Leah nodded, recalling Connie's own night shift schedule.
As the morning rush came Leia kept busy with her hands swiping cards and shuffling money, steaming milk and steeping tea, every small task required of a barista. She was glad for the diversion work provided and for the interactions with people. It was awesome seeing infinitely different appearances and personalities. Regulars and non regulars alike were usually pleasent; after all, they were getting caffeen!
Aside from occasional confirming glances, she and Ryan didn't interact much that morning. Leia could tell Celia's abduction and Connie's situation weighed heavily on him. After the morning rush Ryan leaned against the counter and grabbed a glass of water. "I know Connie's physically alright, but I know he's emotionally in turmoil. His grandma meant so much to him, I just hope they find her."
Leah nodded. What had happened was terrible, but there was nothing they could do to change things except be there for Connie. "But who would kidnap her, and why?" Leia asked horrified and speculative. "It just doesn't make sense. I wish we could find out more and help."
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Post by Marli on Aug 26, 2013 0:03:25 GMT -5
Nathaniel
The girl looked at him curiously, then extended her hand. "My, My name is Emily Ward." Nathaniel hesitated, then shook her hand. "I just wanted to see the great Nathan Snow. Some of my friends don't believe you truly exhist...and I wanted to prove them wrong."
Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, "Well be sure to tell your friends then that I do actually exist." He rolled his eyes and began to shut the door, having no patience for such a poorly crafted excuse. "Next time you intend to verify someones existence, Ms. Ward, I would suggest a phone call."
"Alright, I'm going to be honest. I came here because I was suspicious of what you are, and I wanted to talk to, well, someone like me. It's silly really, I'll just be on my way, I don't know what I was thinking in coming here."
Nathaniel sighed, "No, come on inside." The girl, doubtless another vampire, seemed harmless but it was difficult to tell. The fact that she stopped by simply 'to talk with' one of her own suggested that she had a soul. Even if her stumbling upon his doorstep was accidental, Nathaniel wasn't one taken to the idea of chance. "Your suspicions, I suspect, are correct and judging by your dress it likely our affliction is the same." He blinked, then let his eyes travel up and down her body, searching for signs of threat. "And you are like me, you're likely aching to get out of this wretched light." He opened the door more widely, retreating a foot or so into the darkness of the entryway. "Besides, you've at least partially peaked my curiosity."
Though the girl could have left if she wanted too, Nathaniel did not give her a clear choice to leave, instead walking to the sitting room he had occupied earlier and bidding her to follow. "Please, sit." He said softly, gesturing towards a chair before taking one close too it. He looked at her intently, eyes still probing. "So Emily, what brings you to the Seattle?"
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Post by atlantis on Sept 3, 2013 14:29:15 GMT -5
Ava
The more she thought of Turner's warning as she drove, the more she began to realize something very serious was going on in their living room. Those other men were like Turner... She knew, though, that her employer had no interest in entertaining guests of any sort-- perhaps least of all those of his own kind. So what would have possessed him to allow them entrance?
She arrived at Starbucks only ten minutes after leaving home, grateful for good traffic. Ava climbed out of the car, carefully carrying the cake with her through the doors of the coffee shop. Leah and Ryan were at work, but, as she had already suspected, Connie was nowhere to be found. He's probably at home, the poor thing.
She walked to the counter, eyeing the lit case of baked goods and silently berating herself for gifting the boy with something he spends all day looking at already. Nevertheless, she set the cake down, hoping she wasn't intruding on Leah's and Ryan's private conversation. Most of their early morning traffic had already come and gone and now all that lingered in the shop were the usual scribbling artists, businessmen in suits, and vapid, caffein-addled young mothers on their day off.
"Hi," she began. "I came by to see Connie-- I guess it was stupid to think he'd be at work. But I wanted to bring him something after I heard what happened...."
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Post by Zabby on Sept 4, 2013 22:33:26 GMT -5
Mason
Looking into Rainer's eyes, Mason saw a mix of hatred and affection. He wanted to ignore Turner and talk with Rainer right then and there. They had so much to talk about. So much to catch up on, but Rainer seemed intent on ignoring Mason's presence and he continued to talk to Turner.
"Sir, my name is Rainer Haas. I'm, as you probably guessed, a Vampire. A close friend of mine; his grandmother was kidnapped. Celia Wilkinson. You have more power in this city than I could ever have, I need to know if you have heard anything at all about her disappearance. I was there just about an hour after she was taken, not only did I find her blood but I also smelt Vampire. As you know, Celia was an important player in Seattle, If she was abducted by a vampire, all hell could break loose."
Mason's jaw set hearing this. It was worse than the Venators had feared. There was something major about to go down in this city.
Before Mason could start talking Turner said, "It's wise of you to choose this word 'was'. You should continue to use it; if Mrs. Wilkinson was taken by one of our kind, she won't be found alive. I'm afraid I didn't know Celia myself; I make it a point to keep my privacy and fraternize as little as possible with the outside world. However, as the Venator has brought to my attention, there has recently been a steady influx of vampires in the city. To narrow our search, we have to ask: why would a vampire bother to kidnap anyone? It seems in my experience that, without a soul, I was far more concerned with devouring my prey than playing with it. Excluding a few exceptions, it is unusual for a soulless vampire to choose to do much else with a human of any stature. Kidnapping Celia Wilkinson would be an act of politics, or revenge, or maybe it was meant simply to send a message to the citizens."
Hearing Turner's deductions, Mason gulped as one Vampire jumped to the front of his mind, but surely if she were here, he'd be able to sense her. They had such a deep connection for so long, but then again he hadn't been able to sense Rainer before seeing him and Rainer obviously didn't expect him. "There are a few more Vampires that the Venators have only been able to track one other ensouled Vampire here, Nathan Snow. I doubt he would be doing it. He seems too interested in his company to care about politics."
Then Mason paused for a while. He couldn't shake the feeling in his gut that Alise was all over this. "There's no way it could be Alise," Mason muttered to himself louder than he had originally intended.
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Post by atlantis on Sept 4, 2013 23:33:56 GMT -5
Turner
The Venator was correct to assume Nathan wouldn't have any hand in this, and Turner encouraged him against any chance of implicating the other vampire. "I have made the acquaintance of Snow and he has no interesting in hunting prey, I can assure you. Much less would he have a desire to kidnap an elderly woman from her home," he said with a nod.
"However, he keeps a more vigilant eye on society than I care to do. He may be of some use to us if we're seeking information." Turner had already allowed himself to become more involved in these private investigations than he truly wanted to be. But he always felt partly responsible for the things others of his kind did through some residual guilt; besides, he hoped to maintain a safe environment for the people he had come to know in the city. "I could perhaps schedule a visit if it would help either of you, though I doubt he'd allow all of us into his home."
As the conversation quieted, he began to think of any other connections he might draw. Most of the vampires he had known in the past, he'd left behind at the same time he left London, eager to remove any ties to his life without a soul. In fact, only a handful of people even knew the truth about him now and most of them worked for him, supplying him with a comfortable life of ease-- first among which was Ava, who was human.
The Venator muttered something and Turner caught in it the sound of the name he most dreaded. His heart froze and he reached for his cup of tea in hopes of warming it again. He took a large sip before speaking the wretched name himself. "Alise." The very tone of it formed a pit in his stomach. "That's a name I hoped to never hear again."
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