Shadows that Bite

.:Son Of The Devil:.



Ɠᶉᶖᶌᶐᶁᶁᶖᶐᶇ

ᶲThe World Doesn’t Need a Heroᶲ

ᶲSometimes It Needs a Monsterᶲ

: *The nights events were amusing, and though they could have perhaps gone better, at least the things he needed to happen did so. Nosferatu were like the Toreador, like the Tremere, like the countless Harpies… They all thought about their own place, about what they could do to bring themselves up in the world of the Masquerade… Yet it was only the Ventrue who truly worked towards the overall survival of their race, not just the Ventrue alone, but ALL Vampires of Caste and Clan alike. No one works harder to ensure people don’t poke noses where they don’t belong, that the illusion remains intact, this has been the Ventrue’s Pride and Honor since Caine. They are the Slaves to the Tower, much like the fairy tale Rapunzel, always holding up the structure while everyone else funs about. Still, he had no problem with it, it was almost a role he was born to play. After all, what else was he, really? No his Sire had done him a great service in her bite, even if he had tried to kill her more than once at first, it had dawned on him after a time that he was better off than before. The reasons behind his arrival were cloaked and hidden, so many different stories had been put about by this and that group, he himself even told several different stories to those who asked as to why he was here. One could dig for quite some time, and find out many different stories just in relation to this one visit, but though all make perfect sense, finding the right one was going to be where people encountered an issue. Was he here to help the Prince? Yes. Was he here for the little human? Of a sorts… The why of it he wouldn’t reveal just yet, at least not on that front. He still wasn’t sure what that person had decided yet, and unlike the Gangrel, Ventrue don’t make rash sudden choices either. They…weigh the situation, and choose the best path available. Right now, there were several paths before him, but before he truly set down the one for his time here he did have people to…. Converse with. Rather like the Toreador, the Ventrue kept up to date with things like technology and such, they had to in order to keep the façade alive and well if you would. As such, he had arrived in the room he would be staying in for the night, one of many he had rented in town and all under a different name. He had with him just a small swiss army backpack, armored up since he rode a Ducati Streetfighter, helmet under his other hand as he slid his card key through the reader. He used to hate them but lately he had gotten a sound system installed along with something called Google Glasses, which allowed him to converse with his multiple connections as well as listen to what ever music he wanted on his long trips. Wonderful things about bikes… You don’t need a road to get from point A to B. He tossed the helmet onto the bed, hearing the soft thumb and the smell of lavender that floated up from the laundered bedding, setting his bag on the counter to pull out his VAIO. Yes, he had stock in Apple, but he personally hated how… Hipster it was to own one… It made him sick really, so he stuck to something just as good, but not as often seen. He had his quirks too… He stank like cat piss though, that Nosferatu must have either lost his sense of smell, or preferred to try and make his supposed pawns wriggle in displeasure and discomfort… One way or the other, he would be making this call in the shower, and those who might be displeased by it could shtick it. Laptop under his arm, he dropped it up on the counter by the shower, and began to run the water. He enjoyed them scalding hot, plenty of steam, and a nice thick soap to top it all off. Dialing out using a small usb drive, he connected to the fine, delicate network of his little… Group… He was the first one in as usual, the others were either younger or older than him, and as such they tended to have reasons for dragging ass. When the water was suitably hot, he pulled open the steam proof glass door, getting a nice blast of heat across his face that felt delightful. It had been a damn long night and the sun was coming close to rising, making him feel both a bit irritated and tired all at once, telling him it was time to get the last things done before too long. He had his back to the screen as he began to wash, hearing one, then another get on the network and though some said nothing about his current state of undress, he heard a few mock squeals of shock and protest. He rolled his eyes at that one though, turning to look over his shoulder to give them that dead pan face, that look that said ‘seriously, this is NOT the night’. There was some teasing back and forth, and though he ignored most of it, when his Sire came on he knew he had to answer. Their words were quiet almost, not quite strained but not exactly warm either, one could tell that unlike some Embraces that go well, this one even after all the years that had passes, was still a bit sour for the Childe.*



(14:02:30 )

.:Son Of The Devil:.



Ɠᶉᶖᶌᶐᶁᶁᶖᶐᶇ

ᶲThe World Doesn’t Need a Heroᶲ

ᶲSometimes It Needs a Monsterᶲ

In one of Birminghams many Hotels says to ALL:


”Well now, my sweet Grivaddian, it isn’t often you show someone other than your lover your arse… Having a bad night then?”


”Oh of course you would know All about that one would you, Mother. What in the world possessed you to volunteer me for this job I will never know, that Nosferatu was by far the nastiest one I have ever seen, it was like he though Ammonia was the best eau de toilet ever made.”



*There were bouts of laughter at that one, after all dealing with the Nosferatu wasn’t always a pleasant thing, some far worse than others but most knew he had gotten a rather nasty one. He just let it slide, after all, if this was punishment for something so be it. Or if it was a job given to him because he never failed, this was one hell of a thankless round this one, he saw no pleasure in it.*


”Oh come now Grivaddian, it is not so bad as all that, at least this one has nicer furnishings. You could be ass deep in New York sewer shit from Little Italy you know, after all you know our branches are many and quite far reaching, perhaps you would like to switch your job?”


*He sighed and shook his head, his body fully lathered now as he stood like a soaped up god of porn, beginning to work on his hair as he spoke.*


”Cute… Very cute… All joking and teasing aside, I did make contact, and the rumors are true… I heard enough from our friends close to the Prince, and had it all confirmed, albeit unpleasantly from the Nosferatu. Things are impossibly delicate here, our man in holding is useless so far as Ventrue go, and there is no better time for me to place myself in this than now. If desired, I could step in and take over, but this is something that requires discussion among my Elders.”


*There would be some discussion, some louder than others as words were exchanged back and forth between each other. From the back came a very soft, very cultures English voice with the soft flavoring of a French accent to it.*

”Grivaddian…What of our daughter? Have you found her?...”

*There was a sudden sort of stillness on the line, even he himself remained still for a moment before he began to rinse off, effectively refusing to acknowledge the question. He knew why she asked, they had both loved her, but both of them knew too that such a thing was not to be among their kind. After a few more seconds of that awkward stillness, several of the elders began to talk a bit louder among one another, though from what he could hear over the water that he was drowning himself with, he was pretty sure he would be going to be in a place of power rather shortly… Though it wouldn’t be a hostile take over of sorts, a simple… Displacement… Which in truth suited him better than anything of the nastier sort… It meant he had a better chance of getting in, getting things done, and also seeing to his own personal agenda. When all was said and done, along with a few notes, a few other tasks he was requested to complete since he was in the area, the line went silent. It was then he had another call through, and he knew who it was, there was only one person who had his information to dial into… At least, not when in full conversation with the Clan. He picked it up with a simple voice command, and there in the background he could hear soft music, but nothing else for a little while. It would be then that she spoke once more, his blessing and his curse, his mistake and yet perhaps his salvation as well…*


”I am sorry Icarus… I thought perhaps others knew. It is not a mistake I will make twice. Did you find her though? Is she still alive? What does she look like?”


*He was silent for a moment, turning off the water before coming out of the shower, wrapping himself in a towel as he stepped across the ultra plush bathmat.*


”I have found her, but I haven’t seen her… I have Byron with me though, he is something I picked up on the way, and he can look for her through the day… Though Lilly…. You know that we can’t keep this up…”

*He sighed softly, shaking his head as he scratched along the stubble along his chin, water still speckling his skin.*

”At some point someone will find her Lilly… Our Sire tolerates us and our fascination with our daughter, but if it ever once gets in the way of our Jobs she will kill her. Don’t ask again… I will find her, and if anything changes, I will call you… For now, focus on the Sire, learn everything she can teach you and be a benefit to the Clan. If not, she will cast you off, and you do not want to be without a coven or a clan… Now, get to your bed, as I need to get to mine… I love you Lilly…”

*The last were said almost softly, like a caress, and even though there were no pictures he knew she was smiling.*


”I love you too, Icarus…”