{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[KitanaVorr]

Caitlyn's Theme for the Party

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
01:00, 11/30/2002

"Well, Mr. Ashton, a beautifully run financial structure can be amazing to see," Caitlyn spoke, thinking about her parent's friends who worked in a few major corporations. "I don't profess more than a layman's knowledge of business finance, but I've learned to appreciate a ... " her voice trailed off as if she just realized something.

Of course! Sabrina. Suddenly her thoughts were for the child. Wasn't Sabrina the reason why she was here? And she seemed so lonely...Caitlyn's sympathetic heart went out to her, remembering her own experiences as a child.

"Pardon me, gentlemen. I've been completely remiss in forgetting the reason I came over here. I'm sure there's nothing about finance that I could say which you knowledgable gentlemen don't already know."

Turning toward Sabrina, a brilliant smile broke across her delicate features as she reached out to grasp the child's hands. "Oh...are you bored? I know it can get very tiresome at parties like this, with just adults, talking about things you probably could care less about."

Her full attention turned toward the child, she didn't hear Nathaniel's words, but his voice stayed with her echoing in her mind like a tune she didn't want to forget quite yet.

"What would you like to do?"

 

[Shalimar]

Sabrina Montague

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
01:00, 11/30/2002

I don't profess more than a layman's knowledge of business finance, but I've learned to appreciate a ... " her voice trailed off as if she just realized something.

Sabrina. Suddenly her thoughts were for the child whose presence, whose desire for attention...how could she forget someone so precious?

Turning toward Sabrina, a brilliant smile broke across her delicate features as she reached out to grasp the child's hands. "Oh...are you bored? I know it can get very tiresome at parties like this, with just adults, talking about things you probably could care less about."

Sabrina positively beamed at the asian woman as the woman turned to notice her. That had never happened before, no one had ever paid attention to her when they were talking to her uncle. It just seemed unreal. Miss Cait had just stopped in the middle of her sentence, that wasn't normal, was it? Did I do something? I know Jemal said her could do stuff. Maybe uncle Nathan can show me. she thought to herself, her blue eyes sparkling misheviously at the possibilities.

"It is.... just a little, but so long as you and miss Vychtorya, and Jemal are here at least I have someone to play with." She answers with a slightly confused smile, still not understanding what had happened. She looked up at Nathan perplexed.

 

[Vychtorya]

Vych starts to reach down to Sabrina and just barely gets out,
”We will go do something more to your liking soon Precious,”
before she feels the easy touch of her Sire placing her back into
the business at hand.

”Mr. Montague, I would be more than happy to….play with Sabrina while Jemal, Carrick, and yourself wrap up the details so Ms. Tran may have both of her desires.”

Turning her attention over to Caitlyn and Sabrina,
”Caitlyn, darling, I can take care of her while you finish up with the gentlemen. Carrick will fill me in on the details later.”

Turning her attention over to Caitlyn and Sabrina,
”Caitlyn, darling, I’ll take care of her while you finish up with the gentlemen. Carrick will fill me in on the details later.”
Looking at Carrick with a most assured grin, Vych releases his arm, and encompasses Caitlyn’s petite form in her arm ever so gently as she urges her over towards Jemal, remembering the young singer’s wink to Jemal from earlier. Vych looks at Jemal with a half alluring smile and eyebrows arched high tilting her head slightly.

Vych turns toward Sabrina offering the child her hand and says,
”Come dear. Let me tell you a story?”

 

[KitanaVorr]

Caitlyn's Theme for the Party

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
01:00, 11/30/2002

Caitlyn gazed at the beautiful child, listening to her words with the most understanding of looks on her face. Of course! Poor thing...she remembered how it was at those boring formal parties...those stifling events where everyone moved about as if they had something jammed into their spine....or other areas.

"Yes, absolutely!" the young singer agreed with the child, thinking of a few things that Sabrina might like to do. How had she amused herself as a child? Oh she could think of many...

Vychtorya's arm around her interrupted those thoughts and when she tried to move Caitlyn away from Sabrina, a displeased crease crossed the young singer's brow. Caitlyn's hands tightened on the child's and she glanced at the woman who had just tried to shove her aside in a breech of formal protocol.

"Miss Faryrchyld, I'm quite alright," she spoke with a polite smile on her lips. "And perfectly capable of moving on my own," she couldn't help to add, some of the irritation at the other woman's attempt to move her aside when Sabrina so obviously needed attention bringing out that last sentance.

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

House Tremere

Eugenio met Nikolai's gaze and held it steadily, "It would be for the good of the house. The business that Aisling and I will be involved in is likely beyond the capacities of neonates such as yourselves. Perhaps in a few decades you will have mastered the skills necessary... if the house thinks you have shown the requisite promise. Lord Wainwright may have alternative uses for you otherwise?"

The dwarf norrowed his already squinting eyes. "I think not." The majority of his venom seemed reserved for Gabriel, whom he kept glancing back towards.

"Then we are settled?" Sturbridge reasserting herself into the conversation. "We should keep discussions of more detailed affairs to more appropriate surroundings." [/B]

Gabriel simply nodded at Asiling's words then turned his attention to the little vampire looking at him. He held his gaze. You, Mr. Imp are a liability to the clan. Your destruction may be in the best interest of House Tremere. Gabriel grinned slightly at the other Tremere, as if he knew something the other didn't.

Wainright didn't seem to like Nikolai either. The enemy of his enemy being his friend, he wondered if he could count on Nikolai's aid in removing the little imp.

OOC: Just so it is clear. Words in italics are Gabe's thoughts. Of course, I don't want Wainwright to read my thoughts, so I'll spend the Willpower point to avoid it.

 

[Catulle]

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden


House Tremere

Aisling inferred the neonates agreement, or at least acquiescence with a final nod, "Then we all have our tasks to attend to," she rose from the table, adjusting her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose, "You'll keep Eugenio informed." She nodded once more, her demeanour hardening as she let her attention wander from the table, passing her gloved hand around to shake each hand in turn; Wainwright, Estevez and D'Angelo then Cross. "Good evening." She then turned, moving directly across the room to engage Mr Vanderweyden in conversation before he left.

Wainwright shrugged himself off the chair he had been sat up high on, donning his tall hat as he did so. Puffinghimself up to his full height, he strode out of the room, as passing whisper was all that escaped his lips as he passed the neonates "I'll be watching you." His address seemed directed at both, but his eyes still fixed upon Gabriel.

Eugenio stood with a more open smile. "Thank you both for your contributions yet to come. I look forward to hearing your reports." Like Sturbridge before him, he offered his hand for each to shake before he left, rather more of a spring in his step than there had been at the start of the evening, leaving the room towards the landing with the woman in the eyepatch and her companion, the smartly dressed man in the fragile glasses who had been making rounds earlier.
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Caitlyn, Carrick, The Montagues and Vychtorya

Nathaniel's glance towards Sabrina was brief, but intense. It was as if she felt the wieght of her uncle's disappointment upon her without realising why he was... angry? sad?

"I think it would be best to take up this conversation later, Mr Ashton. Perhaps, as you say, at the lady's night-club. I think it is time for other business. Our kindred spirits are agitated tonight, and I suspect there is little to be done without further information." Nathaniel looked at Carrick throughout, but all the time, Sabrina could feel that his attention was more truly fixed on her... on what she had done to offend him (and what was that?).

Ashton's assent was swift, as he glanced towards Vychtorya. some concern apparant as it marred his all but perfect visage. "Yes, Mr Montague. For the future. We shall be in touch most directly." He tightened his grasp on Vychtorya's arm with his left hand, a jarring sensation for the neonate more accustomed to smooth dialogue and intimation than physical action. his voice came soft in her ear "My heart, you must centre yourself. You must focus. Look at me, please. See only me..." Vychtorya felt the tug of the blood within her, responding to Carrick's call; though her senses revelled in the child's need, though she felt keenly the desire to help the poor creature, his voice salved away those concerns. For a second, there was only Carrick, and as she turned to him, as Sabrina's face swung out of her vision, low and to the left, the strength of the previous sensation left her, momentarily confused but safe, yes safe, in the presence of her sire. Her love.
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[Shalimar]

Sabrina nods happily and lets Vychtorya lead her away for a story, at least until Miss Cait's hand tightened on her arm. She looked back and forth between the two arguing women, wondering what was getting them so upset. Did I do this too? I like them both, I don't want them to fight over me. she worried wide-eyed looking at Nathan. They're suppoused to like each other. she thought frowning.

Nathan's look was enough to make the little girl cringe. She had done something, and he obviously didn't like it. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, if he was angry, or if he was disappointed. Was it possible to be both at once? She didn't know, and wasn't really ready to find out. She moved to hide behind Miss Vyctorya, at least until Mr. Carrick took her am and pulled her away from the child, all the while whispering in her ear.

Still trying to escape from her disapointed uncle she looks up into miss Cait's face and pulls herself closer to the beautiful singer. She tries to hide from her uncle's ire in the gorgeous woma'ns slender embrace.

 

[KitanaVorr]

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden

Caitlyn's Theme for the Party

Caitlyn's heart melted at the sight of the child's distressed expression. Without another thought for decorum, she pulled Sabrina into a comforting embrace, trying to soothe her fears with softly sung whispers. Oh what was wrong? What was wrong? Why was the child so frightened?

So unhappy...Sabrina's face seemed so vibrant so etched with every little emotion. It was looking into a song...a beautifully worded, sweet song that played over those youthful features with a melancoly air.

Her voice wanted to join that melody, to raise high in praise and dwell within its notes of pure emotion. Why was it only children that possessed that talent, that beauty of purity? She did not want to look away, not even to see the source of Sabrina's unhappiness...the song weaved its enticing rhythm into her and she was hooked.

But somehow she knew.

Nathaniel...

Sabrina's embrace broke the spell of her face when it was buried into Cate's gown, but Caitlyn held on despite herself, not wanting to give up that intoxication...however small it might have been. Straightening, she turned, one arm holding the child to her as she faced Nathaniel.

Her shoulders back, her head high, the rivelets of her bloodline streamed into the straight arch of her brows, the exotic tilt of her almondine eyes as they leveled upon the man in question. A faint tightness in her strong chin curving back along to her throat indicated her own displeasure with him and the fiery spirit hidden beneath the veneer of social decorum.

How could he make a child feel thus?

 

[Festy_Dog]

First things first Max was going to address the statement referring to him and Elizabeth as a couple.

"Oh, um, its strictly a business relationship basically. I've got no intention of becoming close to her, though she is a really nice person. You've met Vych, haven't you?" he goes to say more but trails off, a look of concern comes to Max's face as he notices Morgan's somewhat distracted state, "You okay Morgan? You seem distracted."

 

[Vychtorya]

Somewhat startled as she had not felt Carrick’s grip like this before, a slight, worried furrow comes across Vych's forehead. She thinks to herself, “Could my heart beat, I would feel its rush in mine arm.”

Then she hears his soft, sensual voice she loves so much flow within her. Vych lowers her chin, looks up at Carrick through her eyebrows with a very subservient expression thinking, “Yes, my love.”

As she feels the blood within her relax, the rest of the room comes into focus again. Feeling slightly confused, Vych presses her body closer into the safety of Carrick’s.