{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[KitanaVorr]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

I can't seem to recall
When you came along.

The whole world slowed down until each note stretched across the space of a lifetime with no chance to catch a breath in between.

Ingénue

Cheek sliding against cheek, her eyes closed - unable to stand the added torrent of vision upon sound - the long dark lashes brushing his skin in a caress lighter than air yet more potent than the densest elixir. Beneath his fingers, her slender hips stretched and undulated in leisurely circles, sliding within his grasp and yet never forsaking it.

Drowning past regrets
In tea and cigarettes.

Scents mixed, the earthiness of his with the light morning kiss of Jasmine twirling the air around them in a haze. Her breath exhaled achingly slow - the warmth of the living upon the immortal skin - before he felt her abdomen tighten as she brought their mingled scent deep within her body.

But I can't seem to forget
When you came along.

Fingers slid along his arms, alternatively squeezing and releasing with every movement. Never had so little touch resulted in so much palpable intoxication and Caitlyn drowned in its tides – swept drunkenly through the waves.

Ingénue…

The lashes parted, revealing dark orbs gleaming with the reflection of the lights, the whirling people and his own gazing back at her. Those lips – dark pink – parted ever so slightly and that familiar luxurious voice whispered “Nathaniel…” - a start to a question so wrought with confusion, indecision, and vulnerability that the rest remained but a wordless intuition.

I just don't know what to do.

 

[reapersaurus]

Nikolai quickly turns back to address the leader, and humbly states "My associate agrees that your requirement that we give up the bodies to you may cause some unrest with our Elders, but I see no other alternative than to give them up, as you order.

G, give them the corpse there.

Do you want us to get the other corpse, or do you want to get it on the other side of the wall?"

Nikolai helps Gabriel give the body of the feral to the anarchs, and cuts off a large lock of hair with a Leatherman - "To show my Elders we at least retreived the bodies" would be Nik's response if anyone noticed/asked about it.

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Carrick, Maria, Sabrina and Vychtorya

The music continued with its measured pulse and time trickled past, slipping over the mortals in attendance yet leaving the Kindred untouched. As stones on a river bed - cold, hard things bereft of life, yet disguised just so by the illusion of the motion surronding them.

Then she was upon them, with a steady stride comprised of little delicacy but rather intimate of sheer purpose, Maria stood before the trio. The smile she cast to Carrick was as beautiful a thing as Vychtorya had anticipated, and yet beneath it lay... something else. Something colder, more primal perhaps... Like the perfect-crafted lines of a statue's facade. Her eyes, though dark, posessed a clarity that seemed to reach both around and through each of the Kindred in turn as the elder gently scrutinised them.

"Welcome to America." Carrick's voice was soft and even to the casual ear, but his childe could sense his anxiety, smell it in his blood that ran within her. She extended a slight hand, which he took gently, bringing it up to dry lips. As he negotiated the manoeuvre, keeping Sabrina's weight balanced throughout, Maria's eyes trailed over the child, flickering swiftly across her dress, features, pausing on the ruby red of the necklace. A brow lifted, and her gaze flitted to Vychtorya's throat as well.

"A pleasure to be here, amid my family." A smooth harmony underlay the woman's words and a distinctly continental spanish accent lifted them gently to the ear. "Of the pair, Carrick, I was ever fondest of you. My first was sheer folly, as you well know." She trailed off, glancing from woman to girl. "And these beautiful things?"

Ashton nodded with the air a man accustomed to a conversation oft-experienced and Sabrina felt a little of the tension in his shoulders slacken off. "My childe and love, Vychtorya." He indicated the radient woman with a roll of his free hand, inclining his head just a fraction to Maria as he did so. "And Sabrina Montague, descendent of the Mr Montague I've written of."

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Caitlyn and Nathaniel

His gaze held hers, and contentment semed to radiate from him. He opened his mouth to reply, and...

The waves of sensation dissipated further, breaking up as they crashed into other rhythms, fragmenting apart in the aftermath of...

Nathan's eyes clouded, all guileful pretence stripped from his visage to leave stark confusion reflected back to Cate, and mixed in with hints of desire, sympathy and red, red, rage.

He stumbled, missing a step for the first time as the compulsive motion broke down into echoing fragments. He twisted, avoiding crashing into Cate, tearing his eyes away from her as he did so, veering aside from the path to disaster.

He will destroy you... A lyric, yet not a lyric; words comprised of pure music, out of the ether and solely for her.

(OOC - Nathaniel spent 1 willpower to resist a compulsion)

 

[Tory Adore]

Vych clenches her own hands tighter together as she watches the exchange between Carrick and Maria with a strange pleasure rushing through her heated body. How lucky was Carrick to place his lips upon her perfect, softly chiseled flesh. How lucky Maria was to feel his smooth and supple mouth against her skin. A longing began to enrapture her and Vych’s senses wandered at the sight as she tries to fight her weakness yet again. She wonders what their embrace was like and a song begins to fill her mind alone, overtaking that of the club’s music in her ears, as she tries to imagine their dance, their story and what it might have been like so many years ago for them.

Bjork – An Echo A Stain

Hearing Carrick introduce her as his “childe and love” brings her happily back to the moment at hand. Attempting an assurance yet tinged with a submissive flare, Vych closes her eyes and nods her head in honest reverence to Maria as she says as her own accent gives her origin away,
“I am honored by your presence and very pleased to make your acquaintance My Lady.”

Vych wanted to reach out with both arms and greet Maria with her customary greeting of holding hands and kissing each cheek, but thought it best to be a bit more formal than she would normally be. But secretly she wished for their flesh to touch.

 

[reapersaurus]

Nikolai bristles at the thought that a Betrayer like Gabriel would attempt to deceive him - as if THAT was a surprise.

[thinking] . o 0 ( Well, what can you expect from someone like that?
I'm amazed the Elders let him live, much less tolerate his presence in their Home... ahh, maybe they are just acting on the saying, "Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer."

I wonder if that dead guy had any juice left in him? )

He wonders if it would be possible to collect a sample of the dead vampire's blood, for use in a ritual he'd heard/read about (Earth's Blood Cry).

 

[KitanaVorr]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Feel my breath
On your neck

Her eyes riveted to his lips, watching as they parted with an absent curiosity. Not so much as to wonder what words would come forth, but to feel the vibrations of each silky curve in the music that surrounded them.

Don’t say no to me
You can’t say no to me

Then the world tilted.

His confusion laced with all that emotion, the rage, the desire – so strong that music should have screamed in her mind but the softness remained with such eerie echoing…it was as if the whole world shrieked in open-mouthed silence.

I won’t see you
Denied

Nathan stumbling to one side shocked her even more. All at once a gesture so violent and so alien to the formal graceful man she had come to know. Her hands reach out to catch him whether uselessly or not – she could not let him fall.

An echo
A stain

Her eyes flickered around the mezzanine when the lyrical words uttered their warning, almost disbelieving that she could have even heard them…if hearing was even the correct sense. Who…? Even as the words sunk in, she found herself echoing them in her thoughts.

He will destroy you.

Free falling

And the phoenix would be reborn.

Complete

 

[Catulle]

Outside Ocean View Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

The blonde anarch nodded his assent, and an air of relaxation settled like the falling sleet over the group. By Max's side, the ringleader shrugged, the deformed talons which had extended from his fingers sliding back into the cold flesh as if they had never been.

"Good... You made the right choice, man. We'll fix the mess up real fast." The silent man strode forward, flanking the quartet as he made for the body behind the wall. Legba watched him intently, dark eyes boring into the rebel's back as he dragged the naked carcass back into the overgrowth of Ocean View. With a flex of his fingers which sent a dozen ink-trail serpents astir, the spokesman gingerly lifted the feral from Gabriel and Nikolai, easily hefting the weight in outstretched arms.

The gangrel cut in, his stance neutral, but his expression far less placid "Take what you need make your masters happy, little slave. The rest's going up in flames." It was a simple matter for Nikolai to take the clump of hair, thick-matted with grime and blood.

The gang stalked back into the cemetery's darkness and cover, the last to disappear into the tree-lined avenues was the speaker, who turned as he reached the limits of their sight,

"Stay free, Max..." Then he, too, was gone.

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Carrick, Maria, Sabrina and Vychtorya

The light touch of the spaniard's gaze whispered of a deeper scrutiny at work, though it lacked for outright intensity. She waited out Vychtorya's introduction with a patient half-smile, and the young toreador could surmise that her sire's sire was, indeed, reading every nuance of her body language,her choice of dress, even her scent.

"A bold choice, then, to embrace out of love. It is ancient wisdom that it only ends tragically." She paused, intent on Vychtorya, scanning for a reaction, awaiting the slightest clue, the merest hint. "But, dear, no doubt you will prevail." She smiled, not without a certain warmth behind it.

"And how do you find your tender immortality? I understand it has been a simple matter of months?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Outside Ocean View Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Originally posted by Catulle
"Stay free, Max..."

Max smiles and nods to the anonimous anarch, or at least the distant space he occupied before disappearing.

Not a bad bloke at all. In the end, my true enemy is the Sabbat, its what I was embraced for I guess. The anarchs know the value of the Masquerade, they only want their freedom. So be it, they have a right to it I'd say. I see them more as a potential ally than a thorn in the side, common enemies, common beliefs, I don't understand others' dislike of them. Treat anyone respectfully and you'll receive respect in return.

Max paces towards the car.

"Hope David turns up soon, wouldn't mind going home and cleaning up," he says to those present.

Max wipes his hands against one another, looking vaguely disgusted at his own scent and appearance.

The sooner he turns up the easier it was for him and the Sheriff to deal with whatever problems are keeping them away. Lets hope its not a big problem. Meh, they're experts, they know what they're doing.