Fantasy Vampires of the City

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It hadn't since Marcos had been killed. How were they supposed to stay safe in this place, when someone had apparently been able to break in and murder their leader? Jack hadn't been home, or even in New York, the day it had happened. If he had been, he was convinced that things would have ended differently. While he didn't feel comfortable at home anymore, he wasn't scared. There was an eerie and unsettling feeling about the whole situation, but he was still Jack enough to be certain that if the killer wanted to come back for round 2, he would make them pay. Wait--now, the killer didn't even need to be called "the killer", and while it was impossible to shake the unsettling feeling that the house had without Marcos, now knowing (or being convinced) that the killer was Will made things simpler. Simpler merely because the problem now had a solution. Removing Will's pathetic, slimy soul from this planet wasn't going to bring Marcos back, but it was going to be a good start in the healing process for all of them. While vengeance was something he craved in an indescribable way, protecting his clan and making them feel like they were safe and he could protect them, even if it was too little-too late now, was what he cared about the most. He shook his head, declining the cup of tea that Dorothea offered him as she entered the living room with a platter of freshly made cups of the steaming beverage. He had quit consuming human food and beverages (outside of alcohol) long ago. They did nothing for him and by now, chewing food, or tasting anything other than blood or alcohol felt unnatural and foreign to him. He was a simple man in terms of tastes and needs; always had been, always would be. Dory knew this, and yet to this day, she would still offer things to him. Granted, it was typically only in group settings and out of politeness, since she didn't frequently consume much human food either. Jack's gaze remained focused on the window across the room that he was staring out of, looking at nothing in particular. He was zoned out, trying to process how that little rat had managed to kill Marcos. Marcos, of all people! He could see him taking down Lex maybe if he was lucky, definitely Josie, but Marcos?! Jack didn't think that even he, himself, or Alsek, the best of the Ventari combat forces, could take down Marcos. It was baffling that that weasel managed to do it, but everything lined up well enough that it was hard to think of any other possibility. "You're sure he didn't look familiar to you at all?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence that had filled the room for the few moments that Josie and Lex had been in there after joining him. He wasn't sure how the meeting ended, or what they had all done afterwards. He didn't care. His mind was made up on what was going to happen. Though he had continued to look out the window for a few moments after posing the question, he then looked to Josie, to confirm that he was talking to her. She had been home the day Marcos had been killed, and as far as they all knew, he had been killed here. Why he had been home in the middle of a work day was unknown, an extra mystery in the whole saga. Their penthouse was vast in size and therefore, realistically, Josie could have been in her room without hearing Marcos ever come in, but Jack wanted to believe that he didn't go down that easily. That there had been some sort of commotion or fight. Something. "His voice? Nothing?" "Here, my loves," Dorothea said, setting two cups of tea down on the side table next to Josie and Lex, before offering the remaining, sans one, to the others in the clan. She kept the last one for herself before quietly taking a seat next to Jack. Though tea offered them no nutritional value, the act of sipping it had never lost its calming effect on Dory. It was a typical go-to thing for her to do, to go off and brew a kettle of tea, when she felt like someone (or the clan as a whole) needed a little bit of peace. She rested her free hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently, as she looked curiously at Josie for her response. 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Name: Robin Walker Clan: Abarra Location: Black Veil


"Yeah, sure," Robin responded to Catherine's request and handed her the bottle of vodka. Robin didn't really know what to think of this Will. She didn't think she liked him very much, considering what she heard at the meeting, and how Cat and Ojore reacted to seeing him. The drama he caused was all too serious in her opinion. Cat seemed to be the most affected out of the clan members though.
Robin wondered how Ojore would react when he found Will. He had caused a lot of trouble between the clans for no reason, and would probably be punished in some way. He also increased the suspicion of the Abarra clan, which wasn't cool. Robin didn't think Will killed Marcos though, it seemed too obvious. She had been kind of excited about all the new drama but seeing how it was affecting her clanmates made it less fun. She hoped this would be resolved quickly.

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She was well spoken and unafraid of interjecting in any conversation, especially one within her own clan, but she didn't feel that her voice was needed right now. Josie was a part of the clan now. New, yes, but a part of the clan nonetheless. Her voice and opinion deserved to be heard just as loudly as the rest of them. Still, the ways of the clan weren't going to change despite her presence, so she didn't feel inclined to step in despite knowing that Josie's comments were going to rile Jack up. And rile Jack up they did. A smile appeared on his face as soon as he sensed the direction that Josie's tone was taking this. It was an amused one, and he looked to Lex with it, growing even a tad wider, as his expression read: "Is this chick for real?". Lex had brought this girl in with no warning, no authorization. Jack's initial opinion on her arrival was that she needed to be eliminated. Their clan wasn't in the market for a new addition, and considering the circumstances, it was just a recipe for disaster. Turning a human in modern times was far more complicated than it had been in the past. With how well connected humans were, turning a human required a more elaborate story to remove their human selves from the world without raising too much suspicion. Attempting to do it in one of the busiest cities in the world while continuing to allow her to reside here was a seemingly impossible task. So far, they had managed to do it (and of course she didn't appreciate their efforts and how elaborate their work was...), but it wasn't something Jack would ever willingly force the clan to do. Of course, the man that Josie was now distancing herself from, was the only reason she was spared a death sentence. Lex thought that his word meant shit--yeah, right. Right now, as he looked at the girl with amusement in his eyes, he told himself that he would've had Lex killed off too if it meant getting rid of this problem child. "You stay away because we force you to stay away," he began, when he finally responded to Josie. The smile still remained, though the look of enjoyment had faded considerably. "You wouldn't survive a day out there without this clan, little girl," he said, as he stood up, walking away from them all and towards the window a few feet away. He stared out at it, continuing. "And I'll have you know, I care to know who did it because it's my job to protect the rest of us. As a member of this clan, we look out for each other. I suppose Lex forgot to send you that memo the day this all happened, but I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, and you know what? You're welcome in advance, because everyone sitting in this room here knows that you'd be the first one that the Abarras would off if they had the chance. Hard to say whether any of the rest of us would even mind, other than me. And you wanna know why that is, kid? Because you're part of this god damn clan, whether you like it or not, and that's how shit works here." By the end of his remarks, the smile had been completely wiped away from his face, and he had wandered back to the couches, though he hadn't lowered the volume of his voice from the level it had been at by the windows. Dorothea had let Jack go off on his tirade, though she had felt compelled to interrupt him on more than one occasion. "What Jack's trying to say--" she began, only to be interrupted by Jack's booming voice stating, "I said what I said. She's got ears, or are those as defective as her brain too?" Dorothea was the one wearing the smile now, though hers was far less amusement based and more "I will kill you if you try me again" centered. "Sweetheart," she began, looking to Jack with feigned fondness. "Interrupt me one more time, or speak to her with that tone again, and William Shaw will be the last of your worries, understood?" Her voice mimicked the condescending nature that Jack's had sported when addressing Josie. He would hear from Dory about calling the younger girl out of her name later on. The disrespect of a woman by a man was one that Dorothea never seemed to be able to sweep under the rug, regardless of the circumstance. Jack sunk back into his seat on the couch, a sign that read submission in Dorothea's book. A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she took a sip of her tea, then looked to Josie, leaning forward in her seat to view the girl better. "As I was saying, the situation at hand is more than just vengeance, or even justice. It's situation entangled in decades and decades worth of trouble that unfortunately, was never addressed in real time." While Dory had taken a liking to the new addition to their team, as it awakened the maternal instinct in Dory that had lay dormant for a while, she would remind Lex that he needed to keep Josie informed about these types of things. She was mostly his responsibility, after all. "Enough of this, though. I don't think it warrants anymore discussion, unless anyone has any questions?" she said, taking another sip of her tea. As they had declared earlier, the verdict was sealed. Whether Josie had any information or not would only complicate things really, because they didn't need any evidence pointing away from William when they wanted to kill him regardless. 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A comedy club, perhaps? She certainly had jokes up her sleeve, Jack was certain of that. His ability to switch between darkness-fueled-amusement and anger was something that was characteristic of his being, but Dory had dampened his mood enough that he opted against taking on that belittling side in this moment. Instead, his eyes drifted towards Alexandre, as he gauged the male's reaction to the girl's comments. Alexandre's insistence that they don't talk about Josie like she was the moronic human-wannabe that she was wasn't very fear invoking, simply because it was coming from Lex. Compared to other vampires out there, Lex was decent in strength. He was intelligent, so maybe that made up for what he lacked in bulk, but still, any threats he made towards Jack went in one ear and out the other. He knew the boy was too smart to attempt to back those threats up with any force, so Jack didn't humor him with a response. As he took this situation in, he began to feel like the three-hundred-year-old vampire that they were considering trusting their clan with was just as much of a petulant child as the new vampire he had recklessly turned. Inexperienced and out of touch with the dangers of the world. Jack could have responded to Josie, correcting her for every misstep she had taken in her response, but he kept his mouth shut this time. This entire conversation seemed like a waste of time now, just as the earlier meeting had been. Jack's mind was made up that William had to go, and that was the top priority on his list. Before all of this, dealing with Josie and the repercussions that came with a new vampire had been up there on the list, but now, that was something he was more concerned with Lex dealing with. Dorothea seemed to be on the same page. She looked at Josie with an expression that bordered pity as the girl spoke. Such a pretty, young girl. It was a shame that she had been thrust into this life, at this time out of all of them. Dorothea found eternal youth to be a blessing more than a curse, and she was certain that Josie would eventually come to see that too. It was going to be a tad more difficult though, because they didn't have the time to focus on her as she deserved with everything else going on. With that in mind, Dory's eyes eventually fell onto the figure that Jack was still eyeing: Lex. Josie was a part of their clan now, so the responsibility of ensuring her well being fell upon them all, but she was first and foremost a product of impulsiveness. "Oh dear," she said, her tone sprinkled with light concern and surprise, "She doesn't know? You never told her?" Dory wasn't against the idea of Josie leaving the complex with Lex and beginning to embrace her role in her new world. In fact, she had pushed Lex to start doing that a while back. The sooner that Josie realized that she still had a "life" even if it wasn't the one she had lived in her last life, the sooner that she would realize that this wasn't all that bad, and become a useful and productive member of the team. Before she could leave with Lex though, she had to be informed of how her old self was gone -- and all that that rouse entailed. After she had been out with Lex or other clan members enough to prove that she had self-control in crowds upon crowds of humans with blood rushing through their veins, then sure, she was free to do as she wished. While Dorothea could have explained how they wrote Josie's human self out of the history books herself, she purposely worded her response to insinuate that Lex had dropped the ball. That he had been the one deceiving Josie or holding information back from her, rather than the rest of them. He did need to step up now that Marcos was gone, even if Dory didn't think he would be stepping up in power just as highly as he may have assumed himself. The anger that Josie felt towards all of them was understandable given the situation, but at the same time, none of them had asked for her to be turned any more than she had asked to be turned. Lex had created this problem for her, and had simultaneously created this problem for them. Josie's opinion that they were all altering the quality of her life was off because of that, and while Dory was calm and understanding enough to accept the fury despite it being unfairly placed, she also understood why Jack was less accepting of it. 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[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] The doors to the Black Veil wouldn't open to the public for another hour. Dion had been busy taking care of a shipment downstairs. When he got back to the main level he can already feel the regret about giving the Abarra members free rein of the bar. The amount that both Himera and Miss Catherine were drinking alone had him worried about having anything to serve when they open. He walks over to the three Abarra women with the intention of limiting their drinking if need be.

"Mera… you and Miss Catherine need to save some for the actual guests." He scolded before taking the empty glass Cat had slid over and Himera's unfinished drink out of her hands.

"I would ask how the meeting went but… I feel like that's unnecessary." Dion said while gesturing to the bottle of vodka that Catherine somehow got in her grasp. He sets the glasses down and turns to Himera with his arms crossed.

Himera Leos, who had been drinking since well before the meeting leans forward from her seat so that her face met his,

"Dee either join us for a drink or make me another." Her tone indicated to Dion that she has had one too many. But before he could do anything to calm her behavior, the entrance doors swing open and a voice echoes through the near-empty club. As soon as Himera sees Will, her expression darkens and she quickly yet unsteadily jumps from her seat.

"Robin and Cat stay behind me." She angrily growls. Himera was ready to take a step forward when Dion grabs her by the arm. He knew how much of an angry drunk she was… and although he elected not to involve himself in clan matters, he didn't want to see any sort of brawl happen on the newly waxed floors. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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Will smiled slightly when Himera stood up, telling the others to stand behind her as if he was some sort of threat. Was he? Is that the way they saw him? Will frowned internally, that wasn't his intentions at all - in fact he wouldn't dream of purposely hurting them. As Will studied Himera, it came apparent that she was intoxicated leaving Will slightly on edge, he hated not being in control of a situation and drunk people were hard to control. Looking past her, his eyes dropped on Catherine, his smile widened and his expression softened although her words following that stung. Of course the two older vampires could quite easily take him in a fair fight but Will never fought fair. When Catherine was done with her request to Dion, the bar tender, Will sauntered towards the bar, pushing a strand of hair from his face as he did so.

"Come now, Himera, I could not possibly want to harm anyone here," Will stated, his lips still curled into a smile. William took a look around the infamous Black Veil. Interesting decor, most definitely a place in which Will would have frequented had it been possible for him to remain in the city. When Himera would visit Paris from time to time, she would tell him of the swanky new business venture and William was intrigued to say the least. Being here now did not disappoint, the bars reputation held strong. William leaned up against the bar and looked at the three women, one being a complete stranger and pondering for a second, his hands resting atop the bar. Will's fingers drummed against the bar top, long and slender they created a rhythm.

"Catherine, my dazzling princess, how have you been?" William looked toward Catherine, his piercing eyes almost glowing against the dark hue within the building. Even now, after all these years, he still harboured feelings for the older vampire. Trying to chain these feelings up had worked only for so long until it really got the better of him. Feelings were a burden, they only caused unnecessary pain as Will had learned over the years. One of the reasons he had never reached out to Cat over the years was to try and put an end to these feelings but that obviously did not work out. William's mind was also on Catherine's finishing words about Ojore. He did seem quite angry back at the meeting but would he seriously attack Will? So much had changed that Will was unsure and he did not like that. William always had to have the upper hand in these types of situations, how else would he survive? Without the knowledge of how the clans had evolved over the years of his absence, William would be at a severe disadvantage no matter what.

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Once she was gone from the room, he opened his mouth almost immediately though. "So, it's settled. We kill her before sunrise," he stated. It wasn't that killing was suddenly a mundane thing now that Marcos had passed. It still carried the same weight that it had beforehand, but killing a new vampire was different than killing an old one, in his opinion, at least. New vampires were more risky to take into the clan and again, the modern world posed more problems than the old world did when it came to turning vampires. Lex had really screwed up and from the start, Jack had believed that killing Josie was the best way to go about the situation. Now that she really wanted to cause problems, and now that Lex seemed incapable of keeping her tamed, it seemed like the only option they had. "You have that big head of yours and you couldn't even use it to block any of this?!" Dory was less interested in Jack's declaration (which, by the way, was not going to happen on Dory's watch) and more so with the stain that the tea Josie had tossed was going to leave on the couch. She had gotten up and pushed Lex aside to assess the damage. "Thankfully" his body had been hit with most of the hot liquid, so there wasn't much residue left on the couch's fabric, but it was still enough to bother her. She liked things to be perfect--no, she needed things to be perfect. "I'll have to order a replacement tomorrow," she mulled aloud, though it wasn't relevant to either of the men in the room. She didn't mind having an excuse to do some furniture shopping, though she didn't truly have room in her schedule to do it. "In the mean time, you go fix the trouble you caused," she said to Lex, looking at him with mild displeasure before her eyes returned to Jack. "And you," she began, "You mind your manners. The only person that needs to be eliminated is the Abarra boy. We don't kill for fun, Jack. We kill to protect--" Jack opened his mouth to object, wanting it to be known that Josie posed a danger to their clan as well, but Dorothea raised a finger to silence him before a word could escape his lips. "We kill to protect our clan, and our species. Josie is one of us, and moving forward, she will be treated and addressed like one of us. She's just a baby and this is all new to her, so I expect you to show some compassion," she demanded, before looking back to Lex. "And I expect you to do more than the absolute nothing that you have apparently been doing so far. Take her out tomorrow during the day. Give her your ring, and take Marcos' for yourself. Teach her how to be one of us." 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William’s face glazed over slightly as Catherine spoke. Her voice, although clearly intoxicated, was still heavenly to him. He watched her lips move as she spoke, his eyes darting back and forth although her words came out harsh. He had very clearly destroyed whatever connection the two had shared, how could he be so stupid? No. He wasn't stupid, feelings are burden, remember? Or have you forgotten? You don't want that pain again. Williams internal battle had no affect on his expression. That was one thing he was good at, faking it. Pretending. As William mulled over her words, he couldn't help but laugh slightly. In his time since New York, William hadn't touched a woman nor thought of one in the way he thought of Catherine, did that make him weak? Yes. No. William turned away. His mind continued the onslaught, how could he fix this? Maybe he should have just stayed away. For one he wouldn't have to try and deal with whatever was going on now and for another thing, he definitely wouldn't be in danger.

William turned back to Catherine. He wanted to open up, ask her what she'd been up to, what she had done in his absence, tell her how beautiful she was but with others in the room, William would have to maintain his image. At least until he knew Ojore's intentions. "Paris kept me busy yes, the women not so much." Will looked over toward Dion, "How about that drink, my friend?" William inquired, a disarming smile playing across his lips. It was always easy to wash away any problems that may present themselves, in fact it was so easy that Will was almost always drunk when he was in Paris. Waiting on the drink, William couldn't help but look at Catherine again. He tore his gaze away quickly. Weak. You're weak!

Memories came back to the surface, fresh as if they had been just yesterday. William could see her face, dirty and bruised but still amazingly beautiful. It was 1717, William had been on the slave ship for what seemed like an eternity but it was made easier with Marina. A girl, his age. Stunning and bold, William had loved her. The type of life you only come across once in a lifetime. These memories had been suppressed for so long they came out almost like an explosion. Flashes of her face. of the day a lady had boarded the ship. Picking different slaves. No not picking, buying different slaves. Marina was one of them. William had fought, oh how he had fought but there was nothing he could do. Marina was gone. William didn't realise it at the time but the woman, that dreadful woman who had bought Marina was in fact a vampire. Kamaria to be exact.

William's expression faltered, sadness beaming form his very core. Sadness and pain. Feelings only caused pain.

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Kamaria had left the meeting feeling as if nothing had been accomplished, which was true. In the end it seems each of them had decided to go about handling the situation in their own way. Perhaps it would have been better to discuss things between the clan heads, but then again she wouldn’t have been aware of Williams' return either. She would have to inform her members of his return and get as much information as she could regarding what he had done. Seeing as there were members who had been a part of the clan longer than herself she was sure they’d have some useful information for her.

As the familiar view of their home came into view Kamaria could feel herself relaxing. Honestly she couldn’t stand being on Lucinius territory for longer than needed. Being surrounded by them put her slightly on edge. Kamaria stepped out of the car once the door was opened for her. While she would have loved nothing more than to head to her room to enjoy a glass of B- and her silk bed sheets, there was something that she needed to do. As clan leader it was her duty to fill the clan members who hadn’t attended the meeting in. It was an organized and useful way to make sure that they were all on the same page and up to date. To show that they were a united front.

So Kamaria gathered her people and met them in their main board room. She took the time to explain to them the events of the meeting. Kamaria paused for a moment to let them speak. When Zaire spoke up she turned her attention to him. “Good question Zaire. For the safety of everyone here I believe that curfew would be useful. Of course I’m not putting you on lock down but until we find this murderer we need to be vigilant. But of course if you absolutely have to go out I suggest bringing someone along or being very aware of your surroundings. We cannot be caught unaware like Marcos and together we are strong.” She looked at each of them. “I also want everyone to brush up on their combat.” Kamaria looked around the room, urging her members to speak their minds and ask her any questions that they had.

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Name: Alexandre Ancel
Clan: Lucinius
Location: Lucinius home | New York, NY
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Defeated was the best word to describe how Lex was feeling by the time that Josie stormed off, and Dorothea had finished lecturing him. A conversation that was supposed to focus on eliminating the threat that was William of the Abarra clan, and allowing Lex to flex some of his leadership and mediation skills in the process, had turned into nothing short of a mess. Now Josie hated him even more than she had before, Jack was apparently set on killing Will and Josie, and Dory was pissed at him over a stain on the couch. All of that, and the night had just begun.

He sighed, wiping away some of hot tea that had been tossed at his face. He didn't know how he was going to fix all of this, but he had to do something. Something... tomorrow. Later. Not now. That mindset of postponing difficult things was the one that had led Lex into the predicament that he was currently in, but it wasn't one that he was going to abandon with ease. There were certain situations that he was comfortable with addressing without a second thought. Every career path he had ever taken had been like that; he was intelligent and could get a job done. In his personal life, especially recently, things were a bit trickier. He wanted to blame it on women being overly emotional, since his recent problems were mostly just one problem--Josie, but he knew that it wasn't a fair placement of the blame. He was the one who had turned her, and maybe Dory was right--he hadn't been doing enough to help Josie get acclimated into her new life. He felt like it was better to allow her to ease into it on her own time, and it had felt like she was slowly warming up to him, but maybe he did need to be more hands on. Taking her out into the world sounded daunting in some ways, but he also supposed that Josie would take it as good news. It would allow her some more freedom... so long as she didn't take it too far. Jack's threats were ones that Josie seemed keen on taking lightly, but Lex knew that Jack wasn't afraid to follow through on them. In fact, had Dorothea not been in the room, Lex wouldn't have been surprised if Jack would have went ahead and "taken care" of Josie then and there.

Since Josie's path seemed to indicate that she was going towards the kitchen, Lex opted against following her. He nodded to Dorothea and instead, headed upstairs towards his bedroom. On his way up, he texted Cat, asking her: "Hey, what're you doing tn?".

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[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Himera's remaining sober thoughts were fighting to intervene between Will and Cat but Dion's grip on her arm kept her from taking another step. It took a lot of willpower not to lunge herself at Will. One part of her just wanted to keep him safe. The other part wanted to tear him a new one.

She finally settled down back into her seat with Dion off to fetch her a cold glass of B- and the others their drinks. She could tell that Dion didn't want to stick around once this turned into an Abarra meeting. Once he came back with the drinks she told Dion to ready a private lounge for a meeting before reassuring him that she could take care of herself.

As the two younger vampires conversed, Himera tried sobering back up and sent Ojore a text. "The bastard is over at my place. Meeting in the lounge once you can get here." Her thoughts then wondered off to when she first joined the Abarra.

It was just a year after she arrived in New York in 1920 when she opened the Black Veil as a speakeasy for vampires. The competition was cutthroat but despite that, Himera tried to make more friends than enemies since she believed that connections were a key to success. One of the first friends she made was Ojore and his clan. They ended up becoming her best customers and acquaintances.

It wasn't long until she ended joining up with them officially and provided them with some backup in their troubles. After building her way up in the city, she had many more responsibilities to herself and the clan. Will come back with a whole clan potentially after him is not going to deter her from her duties either. She wouldn't hesitate to face the entire Lucinius if she had to.

"Will, whatever shenanigan's you plan while you are here will need to wait. Half of the Lucinius have called for your head." [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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