{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Shalimar]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite
Wednesday December 11th, 2002

Sabrina drinks down her second glass of vitae more slowly now that her initial hunger pangs were gone, savoring its heady flavor and scent. As she drained it she watched everyone over the lip of the glass. She probably wouldn't be getting anymore tonight, now that uncle Nathan had emptied the entire pitcher. Determined to savor the flavor she sips it more slowly letting the pleasure of feeding suffuse her body.

"Thank you uncle Nathan." She says in her happy little sing-song voice as she hands him the glass. "I love you." she says as she wraps her arms about his middle in a tight hug by way of thanks for the wonderful feeding. Just once I want to see just how much I can drink. I mean it feels soo good, and they never let me get all the way full up. she thinks with a small sigh as she releases her uncle's waist.

I should make up with Miss Vych now, I don't want her to be upset with me, and she was a little unhappy when I came in here. I know what to do...give her a hug. That should get her to like me again. With a smile she sits herself down in the older woman's lap and leans her head against The red-head's chest. She settles herself to wait for a total of a few seconds before she hoped up again at the sound of the bell.

"Miss Cate, Miss Cate, she's here she's here." the little girl exclaims happily grabbing at the closest hand to her and pulling them along with her to go down to the drawing room, the place where everyone who visited waited. It just so happened that the hand she had grabbed in her haste to go see miss Cate belonged to Vychtorya.

 

[Festy_Dog]

I wonder what he's judging about me now. With any luck he'll be judging how useful I am as opposed to whether I'm useful at all.

Max looks out at the occupants of other cars, wondering what their stories are. His looks back and notices the different times on the watch and the LCD display. He's about to ask when David asks him something.

"Do you think yourself ready for sacrifice?"

The question was sudden and unexpected, he had not been prepared to answer something like that. He gave an attempt.

"For us, sacrifice costs so much more than humans. They know their lives will end at some point, which causes them to be prepared to part with their lives easier. We... we on the other hand can exist forever, there is no certainty that we will have to die one day, so the thought of sacrificing ourselves seems to be a waste of of our chance at eternal life. In my current state, the idea of dying is a lot more daunting than before. Not only because I see myself as worth more now, but mainly because I don't know what to expect if I do die. What awaits a vampire on the other side? I am always seeking answers.

"But in the end, I would put others before myself, namely friends and decent people. I would do my utmost to protect those who don't deserve crushing misfortune and death, and the price I'd be willing to pay for that is limited only by what things I have. My life counts among those things," he says, and looks back out the window.

Was that the right answer? Irrelevant. It was the truth, it was what I would say any other time the question was asked in pure seriousness. I believe it will be satisfactory.

 

[reapersaurus]

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[Vychtorya]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite
Wednesday December 11th, 2002

With a smile she sits herself down in the older woman's lap and leans her head against The red-head's chest. She settles herself to wait for a total of a few seconds before she hoped up again at the sound of the bell.

"Miss Cate, Miss Cate, she's here she's here." the little girl exclaims happily grabbing at the closest hand to her and pulling them along with her to go down to the drawing room, the place where everyone who visited waited. It just so happened that the hand she had grabbed in her haste to go see miss Cate belonged to Vychtorya.

Feeling more comfortable knowing Sabrina had just fed, Vych cuddles the child against her chest, wrapping her arms around the little girl’s body.

Letting Sabrina pull her from her resting-place, Vych giggles and asks in a hastened fashion as they head for the door,
“Misters’ Montague (to address both Nathaniel and Jemal), do you mind if I accompany Sabrina to welcome the singer into your home?”

 

[Catulle]

Prospect Expressway, Brooklyn
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

The traffic eased somewhat as Max gave his answer. If David was impressed by the answer, he gave no indication, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Moments passed, demarked by the steady flash of white lines on the night-black asphalt.

"Prospect Park" Max's companion intoned as they passed the turnoff "is Gangrel territory; Jezebelle and her brood claimed it after the war." The car swung off the expressway, joining the Hamilton Parkway as it cut southwest through the city skirting Bensonhurst. "And this would be Brujah turf; your sire makes her haven somewhere in there, doesn't she?"

The flow of vehicles slowed again on the approach to the Varrazanno Narroaws Bridge, and the sedan was forced into a crawling pace. David flicked open the watch again, murmering under his breath "Can't be late..."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"And this would be Brujah turf; your sire makes her haven somewhere in there, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, its a nice place, haven't been for while actually," Max looks away, checks his own watch and says, "I noticed the time on your watch differs from the LCD display. Just wondering why that was if you'd care to tell me."

I wonder if this job is to do with something here on Brujah turf. Hmm, what duties does a Scourge have that may not involve violence? Not something I have really thought about every day, guess I could try to remember if I came across it in my studies...

 

[Catulle]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

"I think that would be quite acceptable." Nathaniel indicated the younger Montague gentleman, "Jemal will escort you both to the receiving room. Mr Ashton and I have matters to discuss still. We shall let you know once our business is concluded." His gaze shifted, catching Jemal square in the eye as he added, "See that we are not disturbed again until then."

Carrick crossed the room again, settling back into his chair with an easy grace. "A pleasure, as always. I look forward to moving to a more... social setting to continue the conversation. I'm sure our other guests will be most pleased to make all of your acquaintances."

The junior Ventrue followed the duo of Sabrina and Vychtorya, closing the doors after him as he lead the way towards the lift, that characteristic smile returning to his features "Well, that wasn't too bad, was it pet?" He tapped a code into the panel by the door, casually, the detail of the fingers' motion hidden behind his body. "I think Uncle Nathan's coming around, don't you? Maybe Mr Ashton and his childe's doing..." the latter statement, almost a question by the inflection of his voice, was directed at Vychtorya, whom Jemal kept at least one eye upon throughout.

 

[Catulle]

Claire's Diner, Manhatten
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Before the bum emerged from the dark recesses of the restroom, the main door swung again, admitting the dapper form of Qadir al-Asmai, a quick glance around the room seemed to secure the sheriff all the information that he desired, and he swiftly made himself space at the neonates' table. Despite his cool visage, a sense of urgency seemed to pervade Qadir's every action, each ennunciation falling from his mouth as if driven forth by Gehenna itself.

"You are ready, gentlemen? We're needed elsewhere and quickly. I have transport arranged, if you're both prepared to leave now. I can explain more as we travel." He cast his eyes around the room, once more with precision. "If you need to feed, make it quick. I don't think a much time can be afforded now."

 

[Shalimar]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Sabrina is oblivious to the threats and nicities passing over her small blond head. She just wanted to get down to the receiving room to see miss cate. her slippered feet almost failed to touch the ground as she skipped happily across the floor to the stairs, still dragging Vychtorya in her wake. She carefully takes each step one at a time remembering the last time she had run down the steps and hurt her head, pain is a much better deterrent then a timeout.

Once she was at the first floor of the opulant suite she broke into her skipping gait again, wanting to be with her friend as soon as she possibly could. Once she was a few feet from the door she let go of the older woman's hand, and ran the last few steps before throwing open the door. She hadn't gotten to see anyone new over the last week or so being effectively jailed in the penthouse out of her uncles fear of her actions. She found her isolation hard to accept, especially to her childesh way of thinking.

She threw herself about the singer's slight frame in a hug. "Miss Cate, miss Cate, your here, your here." She smiles up at the asian woman her cheeks dimpling.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Lost in the music , Caitlyn didn't even notice when Sabrina and the others made their entrance. But the child's voice, the effusive hug, the sudden explosion of that familiar feeling from last week at the party came flooding over her, taking her out of her contemplations and into present.

"Sabrina!" she exclaimed with laugh as she swept her arms downward to pick up the child. "So how fares the fair Sabrina Montague? Not too bored I hope?" Holding the child loosely, she spun around three times in quick succession, sending both golden and dark hair whirling with her delight.