{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[KitanaVorr]

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

Laughter erupted from her throat, starting softly and then growing fuller with each hug of the child in her lap. If she could only just hold Sabrina forever! Yes, that's what the child wanted. Just affection and tenderness, and her complete attention.

"Of course, I have a favorite song for you! I have many songs for you," Caitlyn agreed, giving Sabrina a playful squeeze. "I even brought one especially for this lesson. It could be our song."

Releasing the child, she smiled wistfully at her. "Didn't you have a song when you were younger? Did you mother or father sing to you? Or maybe Jemal." She couldn't quite picture Nathaniel Montague breaking out into verse, though the mental image prompted bright amusement into her dark eyes.

 

[Shalimar]

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

Sabrina wiggles around on the singers lap getting herself situated for more hugs so she wouldn't fall out of the leather chair, or her warm seat. The child smiled ecstatically at the woman as she admitted to having many favorite songs just for her. When the woman asked if her mommy or dady had sung to her she looked upset. "I don't have a mommy or a daddy. Its always just been me and Uncle Nathan and Jemal for as long as I can remember." she said with a sigh, "I really do wish I had a mommy though, all my friends have them, I think it would be really nice, but I don't know how to get one. I really wanted to have a sister too, sometimes Jemal is just soo silly. But they're all I have." she says wistfully.

Her face does brighten when she remembers that Cate had said that the two of them could have a song just for each other. "Whats the song? What's the song? The one for the two of us? Tell me, tell me." she asks energetically.

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

"Oh." Caitlyn's smile dimmed slightly when she realized she had inadvertantly tripped into a difficult topic. What was the matter with her? Always talking before thinking...that was always her problem.

"Well I didn't mean to bring that up like that, Sabrina. I'm sorry." Her cheek rested lightly against the cool glass of the window. "I have a mother, but she and I don't talk very much. But I wouldn't worry about a mother for you. Your uncle is still young and I sincerely doubt that anyone as handsome as your brother has any problems finding himself a suitable sister for you."

"I don't know anyone who would not want you for a daughter or a sister," Caitlyn affirmed with a bit of laughter. "But patience, Sabrina...you'll get your song...and I'm pretty sure you'll really love it!"

 

[Shalimar]

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

Sabrina looks at Cate curiously wondering why anyone with a mommy wouldn't get along with her and love her. That was the purpouse of mothers as far as she could tell. All of her friends mother's always fussed over her when she slept over, they hugged, they made cookies, took them out. Mother's just seemed like so much fun to have, and while she while she wished she had one, she did have Jemal, and he did try, but the one time he had baked her cookies they were really hard and lumpy.

"Why don't you get along with your mom? If I had one I would love her and get along with her." she questioned the singer. Her face brightened as a new thought flitted into her head. "Miss Cate, you like uncle Nathan? So why don't you be my mommy?" she asks brightly. "The only other girl that is ever around is miss Vychtorya and she likes Jemal I think." she says smiling her cheeks dimpling in exagerated innocence.

 

[Tory Adore]

The good feeling of Jemal taking her hand brings Vych’s head forward into position atop her shoulders with waves of dark auburn hair falling on her soft, white sweater. Catching a brief glimpse of him watching her, Vych’s eyes and parted lips turn themselves into a playful smile as her cheeks seem to blush a bashful red.

Vych swings their arms gently,
”You know…I know when to be formal and when not to. I’d LOVE to just go have some fun if you think we have time before we need to get to the club for Carrick’s guests. We can’t be late, not even a little. I haven’t got a clue what time it is though. My watch isn’t working again,”
she says as she lets go of his hand to tap the crystal of the rather useless watch her father gave her. Then something familiar and shiny catches her eye.

”Hey look! There’s Baby! What do you think Jemal?”
Vych says with a little excitement as she points, gazing at the meticulously shaped metal and smooth, glistening, candy apple red-gold fleck infused paint of her 1964 Mustang convertible. She jogs over to it spreading her arms out across the hood in a hugging manner and looks back to Jemal with her left cheek resting on the hood.
”It beautiful isn’t it? It is the best purchase I have ever made! I begged Carrick to take my car tonight.”

Vych raises her cheek a little off of the hood and rests her chin in her left hand, still looking at Jemal with her sparkling eyes giggling a little.

”Only problem is I don’t know the city well enough to get us anywhere. Wanna dive her Jemal? I know she would love it as much as I would.”
Vych spins the silver, pony keys around her right index finger a couple of times on her outstretched arm before they land gently in the palm of her offering hand. Vych’s white smile is bright enough to light the garage afire as she thinks of getting to feel the freedom of being in her car again, not to mention getting to be next to a handsome man in it.

”Driving was a favorite pastime of mine back home. Maybe you can help me learn the town so Carrick will let me drive again. He’s afraid I’ll end up somewhere I shouldn’t. He’s probably right.”

She rolls her eyes, laughs again, then removes her left hand from her chin placing it palm down on the car and raises her chest off of the hood while stretching her right arm out a little more hoping for Jemal to take her keys.

 

[reapersaurus]

Nikolai gets out of the cab, relieved at the ceasing of the incessant patter of unanalyzed drivel spilling out of the cabbie's squalid mouth.

He thinks to himself . o 0 Geez, if I had to put up with one more minute of that wretch's diatribe, I swear the interior of that cab was gonna get a new nice bright-colored paint job, courtesy of his blood splattering everywhere.

Nikolai follows the sheriff on his round, bowing politely with the appropriate Middle-Eastern flourish when he is introduced to the others.

 

[Krizzel]

Outside Ocean View Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

"So where do you originate from?" he asks for conversation value, "I hale from Down Under, got embraced here in New York though."

"Australia, Australia..." Legba tapped his dark lips thoughtfully. "No, I've never been there..." he informed absently. Then the inky eyes glanced back to Max, bringing with them another smile. "But I have been to so many interesting places - it's hard to pick just one to call home, yes? I think maybe I will say New York - it is a better place than the Carribean, wouldn't you say?"

... The scourge, shorter and thicker set than the sheriff, nodded towards Kriang "Legba was watching them for a while. I think he'd be best to start."

"So nice to meet you all," Legba greeted, sweeping an arm wide with a slight bow. "And yes, I saw the dogs scurrying about with their lights and sirens," he added as he straightened. "They were chirping about chewed corpses, though just now their doctors have arrived. Perhaps a few hearts still beat there..."

So this is the Sheriff and his...deputies? That is what they say... Kriang wondered to himself.

Yes. Hmm...

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

Caitlyn glanced out at the window, at the lights of the city. "My mother...they are like that...the women who live in this life. Not all, but so many of them. On the outside, they pretend to be your friend, but its all a lie. They're only interested in using you...and that was what my mother did."

Everybody's everyone's fool

Her finger traced a pattern on the cold glass, playing the notes only she could hear. "I ran away from her, from the life of lies and fake smiles, from the manipulation and deceit...I couldn't live like that anymore. I don't want any of that."

Those dark eyes returned to Sabrina, delving into those blue eyes and reveling in that innocent song. "I want purity, the kind of purity that helps me write my music. I want genuine honesty, genuine emotion...just genuine everything. And that's why I like you so much, Sabrina, because you're genuine."

Then the child's next words suddenly sunk into her music-filled thoughts, completely throwing the song out of kilter. "Your...mommy...?" she stuttered slightly, her cheeks blushing a deep rosy hue. "I...I think anyone would be so happy to be your mommy, Sabrina...but maybe you should leave decisions like that to your uncle."

Oh stop blushing, Cate! Not like you haven't thought about him at all since the night of the party... But the mention of the uncle brought a memory back of that raspy voice to play in her mind but she forced herself to cast it out, clear her thoughts to think on the rest of the child's words.

Did Sabrina say something about Jemal and Vychtorya? But what about Max? And where does Carrick Ashton fit into all this...I could have sworn they were lovers... Cate mentally re-adjusted herself as she told her self firmly, It's none of your business.

"Would you like to hear the song now?" she spoke again with a vibrant smile on her lips to lighten the mood.

 

[Festy_Dog]

I think maybe I will say New York - it is a better place than the Carribean, wouldn't you say?"

I guess I won't find out where he got the accent, oh well, now he's the mysterious foreign guy.

"I wouldn't know really, haven't been, I'm not very well travelled in truth. Nonetheless I'd agree New York's an interesting place to call home, I couldn't really call the place nice though. Hehe, because of us for example," Max smiles and cracks his knuckles.

"Maxwell Freigart. Pleased to make your acquaintance," he says, then extends his hand to the new arrivals.

Hey, I saw him at the party, and the other guy. Tremere, I wonder why they're here? Is magic or arcane lore required to deal with the situation?

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Gabriel stepped from the cab, and gave a short nod to each of the new Kindred. As introductions where made, he took each of their hands in turn.

The proprieties aside, it was time to get to business.

"Chewed corpses?" He looked at Qadir and gave a slight nod. It sounded like the work of Sabbat. "Has there been any evidence to rule out Lupines?"

Lupines.... the very word struck fear in any but the most ancient of Kindred. Werewolves had haunted the night for as long as the kindred had, and their hate for each other had only grown with the times.

"I only ask because Kindred aren't in the habit of "chewing" their prey. Of course, the Sabbat have some very feral vampires among their kind, and murdering kine* in cemetaries isn't typically the style of the Lupines."

* Kine is a slang term for mortals.