{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Catulle]

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

Carrrick raised an enquiring eyebrow in response to the little girl's refutation, "But surely, his presence has played its role in your education in our ways..." His attention lingired a little longer than, the child supposed, was strictly polite. Probing deeper, perhaps?

He smiled easily at the question, again - did humour come so simply to one this old - or was it fashioned of art and artifice? Sabrina could scarcely comprehend. No, this was Education; and Her Education no less...

"Well, of the thirteen, there are few that you need worry about; the triumvirate of the Toreador, Tremere and Ventrue are accorded the greatest respect in the Camarilla, our great society. The young call us, respectively, degenerates, warlocks and blue bloods by turns, and that is - to a degree - what we are. The others, Nosferatu (like Calebros), Malkavians and, of course, your own Brujah, make up the six most populous clans. The common terms for them are sewer rats, lunatics and zealots..."

The Toreador's voice trailed away, as if alerted to another's presence. Mere moments later, Caitlyn and Nathaniel emerged from the corridor's recesses into view.

 

[Tory Adore]

The infectious dance beat of the last portion of Jessica Simpson – Irresistable greets Vychtorya as she opens the heavy doors to the Mezzanine.

Vych rounds the corner of the doorway from the VIP room, door closing behind her. Her body subconsciously moves in time to the music, the rhythms entwining with her spirit, invariably pulling her out of her sorrowful mood. Music always had done that for her. She pulls her right hand along the short wall feeling the prickly stucco beneath her fingers, scanning and taking in the senses of the club as she stops along the wall to catch Mazz’s wave. She lets her hand ease up the wall slowly until her elbow rests easy on the stucco and her left hip extends in a sensual curve to support her delicate weight. Her hand then falls to the top of her head as she pauses for a brief moment as the next song begins to play.

Guns ‘n’ Roses - Sympathy for the Devil registers in her ears. With raised eyebrows and a laughingly pursed smile, she rolls her eyes a bit and shakes her head playfully, not revealing an ounce of her previous irritation with Mazz upon hearing Skye’s report of the rearranging of her tables. Vych casually glances over to the exquisite female form at the bar. It was a good that Maria, if that was truly she, looked to be fine on her own with her new entourage partaking in her presence. Vych felt Mazz would require her attention at the moment as she watched his form against the backdrop of human ecstacy with their scent of heated blood rising behind him from the dance floor. Had she not focused her mind before coming down, she could feel the sight would be terribly hard to resist. Seconds pass as she finishes taking in “the view”. Then Vych pushes herself from the wall and gradually extends both of her arms as she careens forward to Mazz.
”It has been way too long since I last saw you Mazz. It pleases me greatly to find you are one of Carrick’s guests tonight. If there is anything I can provide you, you have but to ask.”

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

That ever familiar voice, soft, rolling, luxurious in its tones echoed to the pair standing in the hallway. "Carrick, Sabrina...hope you didn't wait too long for us loiterers."

Caitlyn's dark eyes sparkled as if a swirl of mischief spun in lazy circles around her, embuing her lips with a mysterious smile, her touch with a teasing lightness, and her bearing with the catalyst of her returning confidence. The reason for the sudden relaxation perhaps not clear to the child, but it was obvious no more terror lurked in the recesses of her mind.

Gazing thoughtfully, the young woman spent but a brief if lazy moment contemplating the two men standing beside her. How different they each were! Yet perfect complements - a matching pair. One was all lightness - a glib tongue, beautiful face, and dancing manner - all above a very hard even if honest heart. The other was all darkness - calculating tongue, mysterious face, and cold formal manner - but beneath something so passionate that perhaps even he wasn't aware of.

Both such fascinating facets of perfection...

Irresistible...

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Mazz' smile was born of a confidence that pervaded his entire bearing. When Vychtorya started to climb the stairs, he brought his knees up to bring his feet onto the balustrade. With the loose sleeves on his shirt, it looked as if he might consider taking to flight at any moment. Instead, his near-vertical jump took him backwards to the mezzanine floor. He all but strode across the floor in long strides to approach his hostess, impatience fraying the eccentric mystique he seemed intent on conjuring for her tonight.

Quick and deft, he slipped one hand, his left, into Vychtorya's while pulling the other away at the last moment. In a trice, rapid steps took him around and about to her left side and behind her, drawing her arm across her chest as he did so to limit the movement of the other arm, and bringing his chin almost to rest on her left shoulder. A heavy, faintly musky scent with a hint of copper hung in the Brujah's hair and gathered near his skin, and Vych could feel the tip of each strand brush her back where the skin was exposed.

"Too long, indeed, V." His voice was a whisper. "We've missed you, Hellene, Thomas and I have but I suppose your sire can't need you all the time, right?" A hint of... was it pleading or gentle mockery? "I think we could make a place for you with our little coterie, in fact. And I'd like to... work with you some day."

He released her, but didn't step markedly away, casting his eyes about the decor appraisingly, before returning to her with a grin that exposed his teeth "Nice enough place you have here, V, but it doesn't do you justice."

 

[Catulle]

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

Ashton simply shrugged as Nathaniel manoeuvred the doors to the plush elevator cabin apart. "A pleasant conversation on the whole, wouldn't you agree, Sabrina? With a mind so enquiring, I wonder how you keep up with her, Nathan." He set Sabrina down on a cushioned seat for the ride, and left each to her own musings.

The ride down to the recesses of the private parking garage was both swift and comfortable; the ride across town somewhat slower going as the chauffeur was, it seemed, taking a rather circuitous route. The weather had worstened since Cate had been out, the chill wind dropping off and the first flakes of snow were now falling to the aspalt. The glare from the myriad of the city's lights caught the tiny crystals eerily, casting their brief lives into brilliant colour for the seconds before they fell fully to earth, where they were cast into darkness, melted away to nothing and forgotten.

 

[reapersaurus]

Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten Island

Gabriel's stark gaze took in both Max and Nikolai as he nudged the child with the wooden tip of the cane-sheath, "I'll need help carrying this... thing. I'd suggest completing our investigations quickly; the snow will cover our mess but obscure clues also."

"No problem, Maxwell -
I would like to have that blood at my 'back' if we were but to see a target that deserves our venting of emotion against.

Further - I have read that it is precisely our feelings - and emotions - that keep us connected to our mortal halves.

If we lose that spark that marks our human heritage, would we not be on the path to becoming something... else?

It is precisely the coldness and calculated inhumanity that dominates the atrocities commited by Kindred who have succombed to Their Beast.

Like this atrocity...."

Nikolai looks to see the evidence being obscured by the weather conditions.

"This atrocity!!" Nikolai startles, and races over to the crime scene to secure evidence.

He turns back immediately, calling to Gabriel "Please make sure that thing doesn't take off.

Maxwell, could you please carry it back with us?"

 

[reapersaurus]

Nikolai quickly advances directly to the man suspended on the tree, and shows no hesitation or uncertainty in pulling down the piece of wood that has the blood written on it, and protects it from the elements.

This piece of importance secured, he then sets himself to a rapid Investigation of the scene to collect any other evidence, especially more physical remains of the perpetrator(s).

After a short while, he looks around and asks, "Where's Qadir?
I have a suspicion I could use his expertise right now.

David - do you know when, and if, he might be coming back?
Wasn't he to create a distraction or something for us?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

originally posted by reapersaurus
Further - I have read that it is precisely our feelings - and emotions - that keep us connected to our mortal halves.

If we lose that spark that marks our human heritage, would we not be on the path to becoming something... else?

It is precisely the coldness and calculated inhumanity that dominates the atrocities commited by Kindred who have succombed to Their Beast.

Max nods, a sly smile on his face.

"You sound a bit like Louis, from 'Interview with the Vampire'. I liked the book better than the movie," he says jovially.

Max shrugs and looks about to gather where the others are.

Our emotions are what separates us from the Sabbat, obviously. I was borne and bred to despise and kill them, tis in my nature to avoid becoming one. If Nikolai and I ever get the opportunity to sit down and talk I should explain myself fully to him, I'm under the impression he underestimates me.

originally posted by reapersaurus
Maxwell, could you please carry it back with us?

"Sure," Max says.

He wanders over to the child's corpse and effortlessly plucks it up by its remains of clothing and holds it at arm's length, grimacing at the filthy little monster.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Enroute to Antiquities
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

The city appeared so quiet but Caitlyn knew better. Snow reflecting the lights, multicolored lights not all of which could be dulled by the car windows. And each flake carried with it a song. She hadn't heard it in a while, but it was so sad and so hopeful at the same time.

Chiều buồn nghiêng nắng
Biển vắng mênh mông lang thang mình ta
Mây trên cao bay khuất chân trời
Và theo gió cuốn trôi đi bao nhiêu mộng mơ.

Her dark eyes rested on the men in the car with her, dark and light. Their thoughts, what could they be thinking? Lucky lucky men...and lucky child.

Ngày nào mình tình cờ quen nhau
Và đến bên nhau vui quên thời gian
Quên đi bao âu lo buồn đau với kiếp sống lạc loài.

What charmed existences they must lead. They controlled their destinies...surely they must. And Sabrina, one day, would control hers like others not cursed, not ladden with a brow heavily troubled.

Turning her attention back to the window, Cate gazed at the beautiful winter scene for a long moment before speaking aloud in a soft lyrical voice, "Waking or sleep, thou of death must deem things more true and deep than we mortals dream, or how could thy notes flow in such crystal stream?"

She smiled rather apologetically at the others. "New York City always brings out the artist in me and tonight I feel like I'm living in a ballad."

 

[Tory Adore]

Seeing Mazz ready to take flight from the balustrade brings back a fond memory of Carrick and the night of her embrace. Vych closes her eyes for a moment as he begins to leap; maybe hoping Mazz was not jumping into the crowd or perhaps attmepting to mirror the memory to the present picture in her mind.

Her eyes open at the touch of Mazz entwining his arm with hers. Sensing a slight dizziness in her head, almost as if she was lightly intoxicated, Vych feels him move swiftly about her as she attempts to catch his face in her eyes. Unable to do so, she gazes outward with an almost blank yet pleasantly content look on her face appearing as if she were dreaming with her eyes open. Then she feels Mazz pulling her arm across her chest. She felt her blood beginning to course through her veins as her body warmed itself from head to toe presenting the warmest of glows. Her chest began moving in a rather rapid breathing pattern as she closed her eyes again and rolled her head to her right and slightly back leaving her neck exposed.

Taking in the scent of musk and copper still whirling about her, she felt Mazz’s hair tickle her back causing her now warm flesh to tingle with a cooling sensation prickling her skin. Then Vych could sense the presence of his chin above her left shoulder. As his soft words spilled from his lips onto the skin of her neck and down into her being, Vych reached around and to the back with her somewhat free arm to lightly wrap her hand and fingers about his outter thigh squeezing ever so genlty.

Vych starts in a bit deeper than normal, almost seductively sultry voice,
”Mmm my most beautiful Mazz. You must be able to read my heart to speak of the desires that do so lie within me as you have.”

She counters Mazz’s words sweetly and with respect on her tounge, and does not move from the posture he has sculpted her into,
”Carrick is quite accomodating when it comes to my…”desires” Mazz.’
Vych pauses momentarily and releases his thigh though she could feel her hand would have rather kept in its resting-place upon him.

Feeling his hold release her, Vych spins gracefully around to face Mazz as she says with a pountingly soft and submissive tone to her voice and eyes while searching his to find if he is teasing her,
”I do hope your words are true and you are not toying with the tender heart of this young, helpless Toreador before you?”

Vych watched Mazz intently hoping to pick up on his emotions as he looked about the décor. A nother song begins to play. Live – Forever May Not Be Long Enough After he speaks, she steps in toward him wrapping her left arm around his right shoulder, runs her hand up under his hair to the nape of his neck caressing it with her fingertips. She lays her head against his shoulder and rests her right hand on his chest. Vych says quietly starring outward relaxing her eyes in a glazed look,
”Perhaps you could… make it do me justice... dance with me?”