{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Jemal]

Jemal carefully leads the woman to the car, opening the door to see Sabrina sitting there looking out the window. "Nothing good on TV?" He says casually as he helps the lady in, closing the door behind them. "Sabrina, this is Becky. Becky, my sister Sabrina."
He carefully watches his sister, sitting between her and Becky and hoping she doesn't.. snap.

 

[Vychtorya]

"Please, its no problem at all. Feel free to call me Max by the way, thats what my friends call me," he says.
"Whatever you feel like, I'm simply happy to receive an invitation to dance with you," he says with a smile.

”And I am pleased that you accepted my invitation Mr. Fre……I mean Max,”
Vych says with a smile as they approach the floor.

As Caitlyn’s voice begins to pierce her heart with it’s beautiful song tipped arrow, Vych closes her eyes briefly and thinks to herself, “I will stay focused, I will…..I have to.”

Vych places her left hand on Max’s upper arm and manipulates her fingers ever so slowly to his shoulder and places her right hand gently into his.

With an accented voice of sweet eloquence she asks Max,
“Do you have many friends here in New York? I have found it rather lonely here so far."
Vych’s sparkling green eyes sadden a bit as she raises her eyebrows and sighs lightly.

"I had my work in France to keep me busy when Mr. Ashton (whispers into his ear: ”my sire”) was away on business. I am a cryptographer back home for a few museums. I study ancient relics and decipher archaic writings….well, I guess that would be I used to before we came to live here.”

Her eyes showed Max the longing for her homeland that dwells inside her. She could sense her feelings escaping her. Perhaps it was the music tearing at her defenses or maybe it was Max.

Sweetly she asks him,
"Might I rest my head upon your shoulder dearest Max?"

Vych felt very comfortable with Max for some reason. It was the first time since she arrived in New York that she felt she could be herself and that she could speak freely. She hoped her perception of Max was true.

 

[Festy_Dog]

“Do you have many friends here in New York? I have found it rather lonely here so far."

"Only those I know through my work. I work in a night club by the way, the friends I have there know nothing about me really but their interactions with me keeps the lonliness at bay," he says.

He cannot help but feel a little sad and lonely. Morgan wasn't any help to how he felt, rejecting him soon after the incident.

""I had my work in France to keep me busy when Mr. Ashton (whispers into his ear: ”my sire”) was away on business. I am a cryptographer back home for a few museums. I study ancient relics and decipher archaic writings….well, I guess that would be I used to before we came to live here.”

Max's eyebrows arch in curiosity and interest.

"Though my workplace never requires such knowledge, I'm learned in a similiar field. It was a gradual thing really. I started by getting a degree in Psycology because I wanted to know what people saw in religion, understand what they were thinking and all. Then my interest moved into the religions themselves and soon thereafter to the arcane. From there I gained an interest in vampires, and soon after coming to New York I was embraced," he said with a smile, "Oh, sorry I'm rambling here but if you ever want to exercise your mind a little I have in my posession a nice little library, aged to perfection. There'd be no problem in loaning you some reading material."

I'm talking way too much! But then again she's a very nice person, I'm sure there's no harm. She looks home-sick, kinda makes me homesick too, damn empathy, heh.

"I miss my home too," he says comfortingly.

"Might I rest my head upon your shoulder dearest Max?"

Max is caught of guard by the request, but could not find a hint of resistance against it, he gathered all the calm within him so as to sound under control.

"Of course you may," he said, but feared within him what may happen.

OH MY GOD! She's resting her head on my shoulder. She's resting her head on my shoulder! She's just there, right there! Eek, getting that feeling again. This was why Morgan left me, she doesn't trust me any more. She's so close, so beautiful, makes me..... thirsty..... no, not again, not now, but it feels so good..... and wrong, no!

Max clenched his jaw silently, not wanting to disturb Vychtorya, and felt his fangs trying to extend, he fought it for the time being. He felt so ashamed, wanting to flee into a dark corner and break down quietly, but remained dancing, with Vychtorya so close.

 

[Catulle]

As the final chords echoed away to silence in the room, the assembled guests broke into quiet applause. A number took a time to respond to the end of the piece, and it was a some time before the long-haired security agent responded to anything. Even the shadowed figure in the corner moved for the first discernable time, clapping as did the others though unlike a number of them he didn't rise to his feet.

Their entrance covered by the music, a trio of newcomers stood by the doorway, all women and all clearly together. The most noteworthy among them stood taller than average, a poised, statuesque creature of almost impossible beauty dressed on the bleeding edge of New York couture, blonde hair styled inpeccably atop her head.

Of the other two, one seemed of similar age to the first, though she was as as plain as her counterpart was luminous, a simple black dress covered a toned, athletic figure and long dark hair flowed freely down her back. One eye took in the room with an intent, focused gaze as she applauded the band, the other was covered with an eyepatch giving her a more menacing presence than her small build would suggest.

The last stood a little back from the other two and appeared to be in her mid-teens, her figure slightly disproportionate as as if still developing. She was simply dressed in similar style to the second of her associates but with the addition of a scarf-wrap covering the lower half of her face and shoulders. Piercing green eyes looked out over the wrapping, and long chestnut hair shrouded her spare frame.

 

[Catulle]

Caitlyn

(Nathaniel Self-Control - 9,6,5,4,1+willpower = 4 successes; 6,5,5,3,1 = 2 successes [frenzy averted]) (Caitlyn - Per/Empathy - 8,6,5,4 - 3 successes vs. Nathaniel Man/Subterfuge - 9,8,6,5,3,3,1 - 1 success; Caitlyn net 2 success) From her position on the stage, Caitlyn was in perfect position to see Nathaniel, standing to lead the applause, turn his head towards the door as he had done habitually since his nephew's and neice's departure. However on seeing the three women framed in the doorway his cool demeanour gave way to an expression of black rage. For a mere instant the mask was torn away from his visage to reveal torment in its purest form. The blonde in the trio smiled broadly as Natheniel whirled away from her. Cate could see his hands tense and his nails bite into the tablecloth as he sat, heavily, back down. Then, as fast as it had appeared, the fury seemed to pass, though it left the gentleman's face drawn and ashen in its wake.
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Gabriel, Hellene, Mazz and Valentine

The harpies and Valentine all rose to give their ovation. As they did so, Valentine leant over to whisper something in Hellen's ear, and though Mazz was clapping as much as the others, his gaze remained fixed on the dancing couple as they came to a stop.

As the noise passed, Hellene looked back to Gabriel, "Enchanting, dear, quite enchanting. I'm sure Valentine's soirees will be the talk of Elysium for some time yet, do you not think?" She kept her eyes on Gabriel's as she sat down again. Out of the corner of his eye, the Tremere could see Mazz stalking out of view. "You simply must meet Thomas when he arrives. I'll find you then; in the mean time, though, I fear we're making Aisling jealous with our dalliance. I'll inquire about that request of yours - I suspect we might know just the man."
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Max and Vychtorya

As their slow dance came to its inevitable end, both of the pair felt attention focused on them from elsewhere in the room; distracted by the music and other concerns, only now did they realise the latest arrivals. Though Carrick, Morgan and Mazz applauded the musicians, they kept their eyes on the pair.
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Aisling and Nikolai

Aisling remained seated to show her appreciation of the display, and whispered to Nikolai as she did so, "The latest guests to arrive are all Brujah; the blonde's Elizabeth Shaw. Next to her is Marlena and the girl with the scarf is Katherine Weise. They're ancillae by all accounts and though Shaw's the eldest of them, Marlena seems the most connected." She gave a glance over her glasses in the direction of the harpies, convened with Gabriel at their table. "They seem very interested in our cousin, don't they? Perhaps too interested. When Eugenio and Wainwright arrive, we should take some time together... Meanwhilst, would you mind awfully gathering our wayward friend and meeting me by the stage with him? I should finish up with Carter as soon as possible. Good work with Qadir."
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[Catulle]

Becky, Jemal and Sabrina

Examining Becky closer, Sabrina couldn't smell the alcohol-haze she'd expected, though the woman's eyes were out of focus and she seemed in poor control of her limbs. Jemal saw her confusion cast her a wink;

"Big brother magic." he said with a grin "Now, I need you to listen carefully - don't take too much; if at any point you think you can't stop, you should pull away and lick the mark. I'll take care of things after that. Just try real hard not to lose control, pet. I'll be about to help you." Reaching out, he guided the mortal into a supine position in the back of the limo, resting her with neck bared, before nodding from his sister to the body. He licked his lips, a nervous gesture, but one quite poetic in the circumstances. Sabrina felt the hunger return, strong and sharp.

(Jemal - mesmerism failed (generation))

 

[KitanaVorr]

Originally posted by Catulle
(Nathaniel Self-Control - 9,6,5,4,1+willpower = 4 successes; 6,5,5,3,1 = 2 successes [frenzy averted]) (Caitlyn - Per/Empathy - 8,6,5,4 - 3 successes vs. Nathaniel Man/Subterfuge - 9,8,6,5,3,3,1 - 1 success; Caitlyn net 2 success) From her position on the stage, Caitlyn was in perfect position to see Nathaniel, standing to lead the applause, turn his head towards the door as he had done habitually since his nephew's and neice's departure. However on seeing the three women framed in the doorway his cool demeanour gave way to an expression of black rage. For a mere instant the mask was torn away from his visage to reveal torment in its purest form. The blonde in the trio smiled broadly as Natheniel whirled away from her. Cate could see his hands tense and his nails bite into the tablecloth as he sat, heavily, back down. Then, as fast as it had appeared, the fury seemed to pass, though it left the gentleman's face drawn and ashen in its wake.
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What should I do? Cate wondered, torn between her sudden inexplicable desire to comfort Nathaniel and being rooted to the stage. She glanced over at Valentine to see if she should continue her set or take another break so that they may all deal with the new arrivals. I wonder what it was about that woman that upset him so? An old lover? God, she is so beautiful and perfect...

Mentally chiding herself, she sighed inwardly. You must be lonely, girl...you just met this family and now they're all you can worry about. As if to answer that, a powerful feeling of thorny hurt rolled around in her chest for a long moment before she cast it away. Maybe I should call home tommorrow...

[OOC: If Valentine signals that the set is over, then she'll approach Nathaniel]

 

[Shalimar]

Sabrina

The child couldn't stop herself as she crawled from her perch on the seat on to the floor so that her face would be level with the mesmerized womans neck.

For a moment she was perfectly still, watching the rise and fall of the womans chest, her scent like peaches filled Sabrina's small nose, it was simply intoxicating, she wished she could breathe it in forever. Her neck looked so inviting she just couldn't stop herself. She lowered her face to it, licking it to see what the woman tasted like. Her hunger taking over she struck out, her dainty fangs descending from the roof of her mouth.

At the first taste of the vitae the young woman started to shudder in ecstasy at the kiss. For her part Sabrina felt much the same way, the thirst was getting worse by drinking, she just couldn't seem to drink fast enough. She presses her face againt becky's throat more violently trying to get it as fast as she could, almost in a frenzy to get at the precious liquid. It simply tasted marvelous.

 

[Vychtorya]

As the song’s end whirls about in her head, and the graceful movement of their dance comes to a close, Vych opens her eyes feeling as though she had been asleep in the most splendid of dreams. Still in her dreamlike state thinking of the parties her mother used to give back home, she thinks to herself, “It has been many a day since I felt so swept away by the music.” Then, all of a sudden she is aware of the applause from the crowd for the band, quickening her back into reality. Looking around the room with a bit of a dazed look on her face, she looks back at Max with her arms still about his shoulders and says smiling,
”Max, did you say something about having a library?”

Noticing Max looks a bit “tense”, Vych takes a small step back, sliding her hands down his arms to hold his hands instead of continuing their closeness. She says with a sweet, genuine concern upon her soft voice,
"Ummm….are you okay Max? Perhaps we could move over there. I need to rest a bit," gesturing to a nearby table.

Now being well back into reality, Vych looks around the room sensing the attention still on them. As they walk towards an empty table, she attempts to locate where the attention is coming from.

 

[Festy_Dog]

”Max, did you say something about having a library?”

"Yes, feel free to borrow anything whenever you like," he says, a hint of urgency in his voice.

She says with a sweet, genuine concern upon her soft voice,"Ummm….are you okay Max? Perhaps we could move over there. I need to rest a bit," gesturing to a nearby table.

Max smiles, relieved as the urge starts leaving.

"Let's sit awhile, get some rest, that would be nice," Max says.