To the Wall (A vampire story with Lucyfer)

[Nobuyumi]

  If the hair matches the eyes, matches the tight pants, matches the frill covered shirt, matches the nails, matches the eye liner, matches the lip gloss, matches the look that says he could literally eat you up, you might have a vampire. In this case a vampire not like many others. A young man with black hair and purple eye liner who kept his figure slim and his hair short. His well done nails said he'd never done a day of work in his life, while his curves said he clearly knew how to work what he had. Rafale Laurent had been a young man in the prime of his life when he had first met his master. A Chinese man who looked as though he had come directly from the Beijing Opera. He had his hair tied back in a long pony-tail, and had on a red and gold shirt with long black pants. His nails seemed perfectly groomed but his complexion seemed pale somehow. What he had been doing in an exotic dance club Rafale wouldn't find out until far later. Much like how Rafale went up to men and tried to tame them, the mysterious Chinese client was out to tame Rafale. Even now, fifty years removed, Rafle could still remember going up to him trying to seduce him as best he could only to make the man laugh and run his finger down Rafale's chest, admiring how beautiful the man was before inviting Rafale back to his apartment. Normally it wasn't something a dancer ever did, going home with a client, but for some reason Rafale couldn't help but cling to the man's every word. He never dared to say no. Sadly this was the night the moral Rafale Laurent was violently murdered. As he returned to the Chinese man's apartment he was wined, dined, and treated very well. The apartment seemed extremely upper class with classical decorations all over and Chinese Opera playing from what appeared to be a very old record player. That was until the man couldn't seem to find something. He said it was "An important treasure from back home." Rafale offered to assist the man in looking for whatever it was but the strange man suddenly began crying as though he had just been handed a death sentence. As Rafale walked over to try and comfort him he was suddenly met with cold eyes, a scream to never dare to touch him, and his larynx being violently torn from throat. As Rafale's eyes went wide he fell back on the fine carpet of the apartment, gasping for air and his eyes wide in shock. The next thing he knew he suddenly woke up in a fine bed sometime late the next night. He could taste iron on his lips. The bed he was in was red and gold silk, and as he slowly lifted his body up he felt hungry, and cold. Standing in the doorway was the mysterious Chinese man who the night before had just attempted to murder him. Quickly reaching for his throat Rafale realized his body was in tact but couldn't begin to understand why. That was when he was told he had died. That was when he learned the taste of iron on his lips wasn't his own blood but the blood of the man in front of him.

  The next fifty years had been some of the best years of Rafale's life. As he traveled with the vampire he was taught many things. He learned that seduction could be aided with a bit of extra eye movement, or careful manipulation of one's speech patterns as they talked. Of course a hint of magic on the tongue also helped to lure people away from safety and into Rafale's arms. He was also taught classical martial arts. Training every day and forced to keep it up. He didn't age, he didn't get sick, he didn't need to shave or worry about sweating, yet still he was told to practice his martial arts every day so he never forgot. Not that he minded of course. After all Rafale was quite the pretty little thing and on more than one occasion had been forced to defend himself against humans and vampires alike. It is during one such event that our story truly begins. Rafale and his master had been traveling North America for some time now and had made their way to Oregon. Frankly it seemed like a dull place to the relatively young vampire but whatever his master wished he did, end of story. It was a cold night he would never forget. He didn't know why or how they had picked him and his master. He may never know, but in the end it didn't matter. As the pair was traveling around Oregon on foot, the car they had been renting having broke down in the middle of gods only know where, they found themselves face to face with three strangers in dark robes. The central figure was the only one that wasn't completely cloaked. His face was hard to see but he had long silver hair flowing from inside the hood of his cloak.
"Nihao" Rafale's master said politely, giving a small bow.
"Good evening to the two of you as well." the central figure said with a wide grin, lowering his hood. His eyes seemed literally wolf like and unlike the two perfect figures of beauty he had rudely barged in front of his man's nails seemed like long, sick claws. Rafale simply smirked a bit but his master gave him a sharp look, cutting the boy off before he could dare to speak a word.
"What may I do for three Gangrel such as yourself this evening?" asked the master, smiling and attempting to be as polite as he could muster. All five of them knew what was about to happen. Much like why Rafale was so hastily included the vampire population of the world was rapidly declining and with it the sanity of some of the world's vampires. Some Gangrel had devolved into territorial beasts, claiming ownership of small cities or areas of farms. Much like the animals they chose to mimic they had become territorial and aggressive beasts. Rafale already had his hands as fists in his pockets, and the two cloaked figures next to the silver haired wolf-man seemed to be looking more and more tense in terms of body language. What happened next felt like a blur. The two cloaked figures began moving forward, low growls being heard from them as rows of sharp teeth gleamed in the moonlight. All three clearly seemed to be wolf like as they charged. Rafale prepared to move forward but as the three charged forward Rafale was quickly kicked backwards. He went flying and only later realized he hadn't been stuck by an enemy but by his own master. All three wolves bit hard into the Chinese man's flesh as he let out a violently scream, slamming one hand clean through one of the silver haired wolf's subordinates. The cloaked figure dropped the ground and quickly burst into ash as the silver haired man and his remaining kindred tore off large chunks of the Chinese man's flesh. Rafale tried to move but the kick he had been dealt had badly injured him. He wanted to move, to scream, to do anything while the man he respected most in the world was being torn apart in front of him but couldn't seem to. Why had he been kicked so far backwards? Was the enemy in front of them truly that strong? As the second cloaked figure tried to move past him the badly injured Chinese master struck the beast like vampire hard in the side, causing shards of his ribs to shotgun through his heart as in the same instant the silver haired wolf and apparent pack leader pulled out a sword and removed the man's head from his torso. Rafael's eyes went wide in anger as his master's body dropped to the ground, bursting into ash along with the body of the dead gangrel beside him.

"Well now, what a shame." said the pack leader with a sick laugh as the severed head he was holding burst into ash as well.
"To think he wanted to save you so badly he tried taking on all three of us at once, but accidentally injured his own student. What a cute little lamb." and with that the pack leader removed his cloak. He looked to be in his late 50's with long silver hair and clearly wolf like yellow eyes. His body was well defined and had multiple tattoos across it of various wild animals. Steadily he walked towards Rafael.
"You are such a pretty thing. I heard Chinese vampires are shit at controlling emotions. How do you feel right now? Angry? Sad? Is the little fledgling going to cwwwwwwwwwyyyyy? That bastard took out two of my ken. I think it's fair I slowly rip his to pieces."

 

[Lucyfer]

Like the prodigal son, Adria had returned home.


She had been born here, Adria Serin, a child of the 60s.


She had been killed here, Adria Serin, and kept an experiment.


She had murdered here, and gone to Illinois to become Adria Vallenfort, once-Seneschal of Chicago. Once, in her mind, one of the most powerful vampires in the world, if only for a year.


Then, it all fell apart in France, and she became just Adria, stripping herself of name, titles, and much else to find herself again. So, she had gone home, to the scene of the crime as it were.


The ethereal blonde woman had returned to the laboratory of her first sire, Gnaeus Valerius Avitus, and found it had been trashed. She spent nights fixing it alongside her human retainer, Becky, and every now and then, sought clues for the ones responsible for this trashing. Her touch lingered over items, and began to reveal the story of a Gangrel pack, after it revealed the story of the former Ordo Dracul members who had never found Avitus.


He was a bit more than ashes.


The job was eventually finished. Money was never a problem for the Daeva, not that it was ever important. Like most Daeva, she knew the tricks of the trade, and was quite used to getting her way.


And like most Daeva, she was a spiteful bitch.


So it was that during the winter holidays for the nearby college, she wandered out of the restored laboratory and followed a trail that her fingers drew up as she passed through vampire territory, eventually leading her to the outskirts of the town, no doubt where the Gangrel pack set up to hunt away from humans. However, that evening, the Daeva found they were not hunting humans, but vampires.


‘They are tastier.’


And with the Traditions and Vampire Society in a bit of chaos thanks to an illness, many had started to commit acts of diablerie. Before she was in their range, her eyes skimmed their auras, and saw the tell-tale black veins in the silver-haired one. Though, his partners were soon down; they didn't matter.


Fools didn’t know how to hide it.


“He would be tasty.”


A voice only Adria could hear said, and she did lick her lips at the thought of it. It had been such a long time since she’d taken in a soul, but she wouldn’t waste her energy on that one. Tasty as he might be, he did not seem all that powerful to Adria, even if he was the lone survivor of his side.


Of course, she was horribly biased.


A whistle escaped her lips as she finally came within interest range of the gangrel, and his head turned, and eyes then remained locked on her as she called upon the aura of the Daeva, the Majesty that she had mastered to appear both intimidating and awe-inspiring, a creature worthy of respect and submission.


Adding to that was the way the pale moon played upon the silvery-white dress she wore, hardly practical, and the black cloak that rested over her shoulders, as if to protect her from the chill. A smirk played upon her lips, “The sins of the father are now the sins of the son? I thought we were past such rubbish,” the woman spoke to them calmly as she drew ever-closer. She had heard the comment about the childe’s master killing two of this gangrel’s pack, “You should leave him be. I do not believe he’s done anything to you.”


He scented the air, “You're the one I’ve been smelling around my territory,” he commented.


“I’m afraid it was mine first,” she told them. “You are the pack that destroyed my lab, then?” Her eyebrow arched, and still the violent held off.


The silver-haired one struggled for words as another power fell over him, commanding him to speak the truth, “Yeah. So what? Those Ordo pansies deserved it! They claim they’re so much better than all of us but they couldn’t do shit when my pack ran in there.”


If she was offended or upset, it didn’t show. “And you have been breaking the traditions.” Not that she had room to talk. “Did your companions know of your black veins?”


As a wry smirk came to his lips, she knew the answer. “Oh. No. Tsk.” She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth.


Silver-hair just pulled his lips back in a grimace, “The Traditions are dead,” he said. He seemed again to struggle with words, shook his head, and then shook off the one thing holding him at bay, “And you look delicious.”


He lunged, and with impressive speed, she side-stepped, whipped a dagger from the cloak, and pulled it from its flint sheathe. The smell of gasoline filled the air before the dagger took to light, and she hurled it right at the silver-one, hoping to catch him alight and knock him into a fear frenzy as well.


@Nobuyumi

 

[Nobuyumi]

 Rafale had no words. Quite literally he had no words he was able to speak giving both the pain he was in and the shock of what he just saw. His beloved master had just been murdered in front of him, trying to save his life. Some silver haired Gangrel who looked strung out as hell was about to murder him, then out of nowhere a strange woman had shown up demanding answers from someone who was clearly much stronger than him like it was nothing! He watched wide eyed as the silver haired monster attacked the woman, only to feel his entire body jump as the mysterious woman threw a dagger into the Gangrel's chest setting him alight. In spite of his pain Rafale clawed hard at the ground around him forcing his body to move back as best it could, his arms in pain as he did so. This crazy woman had just used fire like it was nothing to burn down her enemy! Was she a vampire? It couldn't have been, right? Vampires hated fire didn't they? Maybe she was a human, but he could have sworn he heard something about a lab and The Order. Whoever she was Rafale felt two things upon seeing her, fear and excitement. It felt like getting to the top of a roller coaster and not being sure if you would suddenly fall off the side and die, or scream with your hands up and make it through to tomorrow.

  The now burning vampire let out a blood chilling scream and quickly ran away while still on fire. Rafale had no doubt he would soon be dead. Rafale would frenzy as well if not for the fact the burning vampire had run off to the side into the woods and not backwards at Rafale directly. As a breeze set in the ashes of the two dead minions, and thus of Rafale's master, blew away into the night. He wanted to say something, anything really, but this woman just seemed to strike awe in him. It made his own natural beauty and light seem like a dull candle in the wind compared to her own. The moment he could find words though, he would be sure to thank her. Provided he lived through the night. He was both hungry and terrified. It was possible she was just as territorial as the beast she had dispatched, and he was still new in the area. Fifty years after the first time, here was going to be Rafale's second death.

 

[Lucyfer]

There wasn’t much Adria trusted to kill a vampire easily – not anymore, so when the gangrel ran, she immediately gave pursuit. The blood burned away in her veins as her speed accelerated to cut ahead of the creature, only to put another dagger into it, this one much closer to the heart. It wasn’t exact, but it was enough to turn the creature to ash before he could rush right into her.


The ashes stained the silvery dress.


And all she did was pick up the daggers as if nothing had happened, and slip them away.


“The other would make for a good meal. He is not all he seems.”


Ishara always seemed to know when there were interesting powers around, always alerting Adria to it, but she brushed it off.


Her presence dimmed with the battle fading away, and she walked back towards the stranger who lived, for the moment. “Why did they attack you?” She put no power into play here. There was no reason for it to be necessary, yet. The strange vampire seemed to still be shaking off his awe and fear.


That mixture alone ought to be enough to have him talking, so she could find out if she’d need to dispatch him, as well.


Though while she looked upon him and waited for an answer, she did try to read his aura, too. See if he was another who was a fan of breaking the traditions.


@Nobuyumi

 

[Nobuyumi]

She wouldn't sense any soul eating from him. Not a drop. Rafale, much like his master, was the type to play with the emotions, and sometimes pocket books, of others. A living sugar daddy was far more useful than a dead one. After all, the living tended to be able to refresh bank accounts or be called when needed. Now with the silver haired woman looking directly at him Rafale looked at her back, his beautiful and seductively decorated eyes looking directly into hers as she inquired to why he was int eh area. He tried to look for words but only ended up looking over at the ash pile before looking back at the woman, his body still aching from the desperate attempt to claw away from her.

"..................We have been traveling."
  and he pointed off into the distance, far off, to a car that neither of them would have been able to see anyway, his arm shaking with pain.

"Our car broke down. We walked. Fanged bastards."

  As though to quickly back up his own statement he rapidly nodded in agreement with himself. His skin was starting to sweat blood and he was doing a terrible job of hiding it. The red and gold Chinese style shirt he was wearing was quickly becoming a much darker shade of red than it was surely ever intended to be.

"...master..."
The poor boy's voice had a rather pitiful tone to it as he looked at what had previously been an ash pile, and was now just an empty part of the dirt road they currently stood on. The blood sweating from his forehead met the corners of his eyes and looked like dark tears rolling down his cheeks as it mixed with his eye liner.

 

[Lucyfer]

“No one would miss him.”


Literal shoulder demons were the worst.


And also the best.


Adria set her jaw against the idea of eating him, even as the scent of his blood presented itself, intoxicating as ever.


It was so tempting to scoff at the way this boy, she determined, called his sire ‘master’. There was a good chance the boy was older than her; physically, he looked it, but in their world that rarely meant anything. “So for no reason,” simple territory. The words of the silver-haired one had implied as much.


What happened to the others? Had they fled, or fallen victim to the illness?


Perhaps more importantly, how was the one in front of her alive? Dumb luck, resistance? That could be worth investigating. Traveling, he’d said, “You don’t have a place out of the sun already, do you?” And then, before she could make an offer, the sting of old wounds returned with a vengeance.


Worth investigating, but the thought of becoming anything like Victor resurfaced. She’d become dependent on him, fresh from the death…murder…of her own sire. “You should find a place. Mourning won’t do you any good.” Daeva might be known for tact, but the En were not.


@Nobuyumi

 

[Nobuyumi]

“You don’t have a place out of the sun already, do you?”

  Rafale blinked. In his head he was screaming courses at his confusion. She just slaughtered someone like it was nothing and he thought for sure she was going to murder him, and now she is asking if he'll be alright? What the hell was this night? Nothing of this place even made sense. How did the car break down? How did they end up here? What the hell was with this woman? If anything the creepy wolf guy was the only thing in all of this evening that seemed even slightly normal right now.
“You should find a place. Mourning won’t do you any good.”

 His body slowly feeling better Rafale stood up and looked at the woman a bit confused. He wasn't about to try and use powers on her, after all he had clearly seen what happened when people went that route. Instead he decided honestly may be the best policy right now.
"I've been in this area thirty minutes at best. I'm not some savage dog that can just hide in the ground." he said, wiping the bloody sweat from his forehead before finally deciding it was worthless and left his face smeared in red.

"Mourning won't do me any good sure, but it won't matter if the sun comes up and boils me anyway!"

His protest and disappointment was clear. For the past fifty years he was use to a rather expensive living style and constant accommodations. This wilderness was clearly beyond him.

"Do you happen to know any ATMs and nice houses around here? Does this state even have mansions?"

 

[Lucyfer]

The vampire before her was sheltered. That much was apparent from the way he spoke. Had he never had to buy a hotel room before, never had to hide away in a basement? It seemed not. His master had taken care of it all for him.



He was, it seemed, in a worse state than she’d ever been.


ATM.


Mansions.


“Unless you have the money or skills to fund that lifestyle, I suggest you look at more modest living,” not that she was one to talk, considering how wealthy she was. “You’re near a college town. There are plenty of ATMs in their union. I can show you the way.” She didn’t need to, but she’d accomplished her goal, and this vampire had unknowingly helped her by getting found by the pack she was hunting.


“You will have to walk.” She gestured for him to follow as she turned back the way she had came. She didn't seem the least bit concerned about his appearance, even though any human who saw him would certainly start to panic and insist he go to a hospital.


Her car was left at the lab, which doubled as her home, as it had once before. “What are you, Carthian?” She asked, imagining he was. He didn’t have the proper manners for the Invictus, and she had a feeling she’d know if he was Ordo. He didn’t seem holy enough for the Lance, and a Circle member wouldn’t be cowering.


That just left the Carthians.


@Nobuyumi

 

[Nobuyumi]

“Unless you have the money or skills to fund that lifestyle, I suggest you look at more modest living,”

 He looked at her like she was a little crazy. Then it hit him, of course she did. All she had seen was him cowering and blood covered. Of course she didn't realize what a beautiful flower hid underneath all of this ugly crimson. Standing up a bit Rafale ran his fingers through his hair and looked down at his blood soaked clothing. He tried to compose himself a bit better now that she was clearly more interested in helping him as opposed to murdering him in cold blood like the other vampires he had met so far.

 As she pointed out they had to walk Rafale's face looked even more un-ammused. Walking most places felt overly tedious. He was well trained in martial arts and had an alright amount of stamina, plus he was undead so it wasn't like it took a lot of energy to walk. It just wasn't a nicely designed foreign car that could get them to wherever they happened to be traveling far faster than them going about it by foot. Shrugging a bit he began setting out with the woman. Waiting for a car to show up wasn't going to happen any time soon and the night was already in full swing, which meant the sun would be up before they knew it.

"What are you, Carthian?” 

 Rafale's new companion suddenly asked what felt like a strange question to him. He would be a fool to not understand what she was referring to. Order, Lance, Carthians, all of it was just a way for similarly minded vampires in a dying world to group up and act more powerful in numbers.

"Sorry, we've never really been interested in groups like that. Life is about having fun, living how you want. Groups like that tend to get up their own asses with bi-laws and besting eachother. No thanks."

  It was clear how he lived. His clothing, the lifestyle he was use to. Life, and even un-life, was about continuing to live and enjoying one's self. Rafale, partially due to his master's many gifts and affection for the boy, had become a firm advocate for a life of hedonism.

 

[Lucyfer]

“It isn’t we any longer.” Again, that lack of tact.


An unaligned.


Unlife was really going to suck for him, “You may want to reconsider that. The groups may be tedious, but they offer security to their members.” Advice. As if she had any right to give it.


She could even hear Ishara chuckling. “Like the Invictus? House Vallenfort.”


Now Ishara was just being a jerk because Adria wasn’t taking a free meal. Well. Easy meal.  


A bloody man in a woman in a dress would be a sight for anyone driving by, and there were still people out, but it seemed they just passed on by, headlights catching them briefly before the cars vanished. Likely, the shadows of the nights played on their appearances well enough.


Her heels clicked on the pavement of the road, until she simply stepped off it and into the grass, rather than follow it on. The grass was a shorter path towards the campus. “I suppose you were only hear to continue that hedonistic lifestyle, weren’t you?” Which meant no reason, nothing of importance, “You should consider going back home,” if he had a home.


Well, everyone had a home, at some point. It was just a matter of how long ago it was home.


@Nobuyumi

 

[Nobuyumi]

“It isn’t we any longer.”

Those words struck Rafale pretty hard. She wasn't wrong for sure, but it didn't stop how bitchy it sounded. Rafale simply sighed as the woman seemed to give more words.

“You may want to reconsider that. The groups may be tedious, but they offer security to their members.”

"They offer tedium." he scoffed.

 Rafale just shrugged as a few cars passed by them. He didn't care if people saw him right now, he'd probably just demand they give him a ride somewhere. Maybe back home so he could seduce them and finally get a meal for the night? The idea didn't sound bad but this woman seemed to know what she was doing. It was worth following her for now. At least until she suddenly stopped and told him he was best just going home. As a cold breeze blew past them Rafale's face looked surprisingly serious.

"I just told you i'm not part of a group. My master and I had been traveling. Home has been everything from the condo loft of a fun snack in New York to the back of a train for a while. If you live forever why not see the world? Not like we don't have time. Only thing really stopping us are werewolves and Oni."

 With that Rafale realized he had been missing something this entire time.

"Also, thank you for saving me. My name is Rafale. I still haven't thanked you properly, or got your name yet." Then the questions she had just asked ran through his mind.
"What group are you aligned with miss?"

 

[Lucyfer]

‘Oni?’


“Asian demons.”


‘Like you?’


“Never met one. I do not believe we are very similar, if they are even, truly, demons.”


It was enough for Adria not to care. Such things wouldn’t stop her. Werewolves hadn’t. Vampires hadn’t. Demons hadn’t. “I see it shouldn’t be difficult for you to find a place to stay then, if you have such extensive experience on the road.”


The sun was the only enemy that could stop her, but only for the time being. One day, she would overcome that, too.


“No, you haven’t. My name is Adria,” he offered no surname, so there was no pressure to even consider making one up on the spot. “I am a member of the Ordo Dracul,” telling him her full title would be too long and, of course, tedious. “The organization that has overcome many of the inherent weakness of our kind, like fire,” a hint, and a note: the groups offered more than just tedium. They could offer power. Perks.


“You’re young, aren’t you?” She inquired as they finally set foot on a sidewalk that was connected with the cold and dead campus. It was always so quiet in the winter break, but the union still had lights on. The doors would still open, even if nothing within it was open. The ATMs were there. He could get his money.


@Nobuyumi

 

[Nobuyumi]

“No, you haven’t. My name is Adria." Rafale couldn't help but blink. It was a shockingly beautiful name. He hadn't expected such a thing from this woman. He half expected her to have some amazonian name and some title like "Corpse maker" or "Gut Smasher". It was then that she revealed what group she worked with. He had heard of the Order before, but hadn't really talked with anyone from the group in depth before. He did find it interesting that they apparently granted Adria a strong resistance to fire. Here he simply thought she had some kind of unshakable will or powerful might, instead it seemed more likely she had just been cult hypnotized to not care about fire.

As the duo arrived on the college campus it seemed exceptionally dead. Even at this time of year Rafale half expected at least a few students to be walking around, however the campus seemed completely empty.
“You’re young, aren’t you?” she asked as Rafale walked over to the ATM, the artificial lights of the building still throwing him off a bit due to how worried he had currently become about the sun coming up.
"Huh? I've been like this about fifty years." he said as he swiped his card in the ATM. A loud buzz came from the ATM as the machine clearly said "REJECTED". Rafale looked at the machine a bit confused and attempted to try his card again only to have it still be rejected.

"The hell..."

 With that he tried three more cards, none of which happened to work. His fists clenched a bit in anger as he glared at the machine. It was taking all of his will not to spin kick the front of the machine in on itself. He had no clue why the cards weren't working. The simple truth though was that currently, Rafale was flat broke. Looking at his cards, then looking at the machine he yelled.

"FUCKING DAMN IT! DOES THIS NIGHT HAVE ANY UPSIDE!"

 All things considered, tonight was easily becoming the most awful night in recent memory.

 

[Lucyfer]

“Fifty is young,” Adria knew that all too well. She wasn’t any older, though she was able to fake it.


She’d lived centuries in the span of a few years, after all. Or it felt like it. She felt so unattached to the girl who had attended this very university. She was hardly the woman who had died here. She was definitely not the naïve vampire who walked in Champaign, either.


She observed as he tried to take money from the machine with growing agitation at it. It seemed none of his cards were working. At all. When he screamed, Adria rolled her eyes, “How much do you need to get somewhere you know and want to be?”


Though, she probably should have guessed that he had no understanding of money. She didn’t have a great grasp of it herself, except that her funds didn’t run out. Unlike this poor boy.


It wasn’t a great hardship to part with money, anyway. She’d learned after her own bout of losing it all, thanks to a certain hacker, that she couldn’t depend on that, either. There wasn’t anything that could be depended on, other than the self.


And Ishara.


“Thank you.”


@Nobuyumi

 

[Nobuyumi]

“Fifty is young,”

 He decided to let the comment go. He knew it was probably young for a vampire but he didn't care.

"Not like I can magically change it."

 He tried one last card and then tore the card to pieces before chucking the remnants in a nearby trash can.

“How much do you need to get somewhere you know and want to be?”

 Rafale's eyebrows lifted a bit as he considered an answer. Did he even know? Most of the time his master had just handed people money and things happened. His current idea of how much things cost was roughly equivalent to fifty years ago which had CLEARLY stopped being the standard pricing of things, well, fifty years ago. He paused in front of the AMT from hell probably longer than he should have trying to figure out an answer. Still nothing came to him.

"I'm not really sure. I'm mostly just use to..........living with.....other...........," then he turned and looked at Adria a bit curiously.

", people. You know, you still haven't told me much about your own accommodations."

 

[Lucyfer]

Adria shook her head at the implication in this Rafale’s last statement. “No, I haven’t. Only a fool lets another into their haven when they do not know them.” Like Vallenfort, who let her into his penthouse, and then had his life utterly wrecked by her.


After he’d wrecked her life.


Fair’s fair.


“You may not be a diablerist,” no need to explain why she was confident in that. Would he even know the term? Hopefully his master had taught him the traditions and the things to avoid, if he wanted to live a long life.  “but I don’t know that you won’t attempt to steal everything I have, or kill me. We no longer live in a world where the Traditions are followed, and we are not of the same covenant.”


No reason to trust him even if he was of the Ordo. It was the Ordo who experimented, after all.


“Or we could let him in. If he is a bad guest, you’d have all the reason in the world to diablerize him.”


Yes, yes she would, assuming she could.


Old and powerful vampires died the same as any other when lit on fire. She’d learned that by killing her sire while he was in the day sleep, when she’d fought it off.


This one might be able to do similar. Given, he didn’t seem malicious…just…ignorant.

 

[Nobuyumi]

  As she clearly rejected his half posed idea of staying with her for the evening Rafale shook his head a bit and began looking around the fairly empty lobby. If the campus was truly vacant it wouldn't be heard to hide in a room somewhere, though if someone found him he would have to kill them. That would get even more awkward.

"I suppose I could find a student dorm to sneak into, hide out in a closet." he shrugged a bit then decided to add as much pity and sorrow to his voice as he could.

"BUT WOAH IS ME! A beautiful, young vampire in a foreign location. To be forced to hide away in a closet like a common vagrant. Who knows if maintenance crews might find me? Who knows if some other vampire might smell me out, reap my soul in the middle of the night, and bring my beautiful story to a truly savage end."

 As he spoke he let himself twirl a bit, the more tragic he made his position sound the more he allowed his body to relax. His shoulders dropped a bit, and then he let his arms hang like damp rags. From his eyes two slow tears of blood came running down his already stained cheeks as his eyes, looking consumed by despair, met with Adria's for mere moments if only to say goodbye before quickly looking away. To top it all over he carefully finished his brief turn of doom by faking a feint into a near by chair, letting his limbs hang off the side for a moment as though the victim of a horrific murder scene.