[M] IC. Through the ages. {Dark Pigeon & ScottishGal}

[Dark Pigeon]

Ansgar frowned, not in anger but slight confusion. "I hold no grudge against the Ancients. I feel nothing but great respect for each and every single one of you. My anger from earlier today was my inability to understand the pressure you were under. And my selfish thoughts of wanting Ciara to endanger ever singel person to get me out of a situation that I would surely be saved from one day. I hold no anger towards her, nor do I towards anyone" he explained to Masud. He found it to be important that they knew, that he felt now anger towards any of the first children of the Four. Christopher -being smart for a change- kept his mouth shut. He did not believe that Ansgar would not be angry about this, as if Ciara would bring down the world by just telling anyone! She had a gift, and she should be fucking using it. But he knew that he would have some very angry vampires in the room if he was to say something about it all. Instead he stayed with Lily, holding her hand while he was gently whispering story's to her.

Masud said nothing as he left, he wasn't sure if everything Ansgar said was already known to the others. With Seran now in the room, he had some time to make sure that Kara was alright and sleeping, but not before he would visit Iuna and her children who were slowly starting to wake up. He would be helping her with her children, even though he knew that the woman hated him for who he was... and for the color of his skin. At least she would be treating him with respect, but only because she knew that he was allowed to fuck her up somewhat good.. and that the life of her children would be in his hands one day.

...... next day....

Masud; he had stayed with Iuna the entire day, making sure that the youngsters would be alright. Marcus had woken first, and felt like he was hit by a brick wall. He had no idea as to what had happened. He would find out soon, as Iuna told Emma to tell him what she had done, and why. She was breaking down, absolutely heartbroken as she had to tell her brother what she had done to him. She had tears the size of bullets falling down her cheeks as she begged him for his forgiveness, something that was absolutely not needed in Marcus his eyes. He had made his mistakes, his power had killed before and would properly do so again. As he went over to her, struggling as he did as his body was soar from what happened, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and told her that everything would be alright.

Second up was Mouse, and dear lord was she less forgiving then Marcus. She did not want Emma to come close, and found it hard to make up her mind. Everything in her screamed for her to hurt Emma, to take revenge on what had happened. Not only had Emma hurt her, but her friends as well.. so she needed to be punished. But with Marcus speaking on her behalve.. but that only made it so much more confusing for Mouse. She needed time, and Emma promised her to give her all he time she wanted.. though it was visibly hurting the girl that her friend was afraid of her.

August woke up when the sun had set. He felt horrible and never had felt so hungry in his life. For someone that got everything he desired, he found it very difficult to not feel fully sated. With Mouse now gone out of the room, visiting her sire who was now staked. Emma was afraid he would turn his back to her as well. She knew August, and he could be such a prick. He could be a revengeful piece of shit, and she feared right away that he would take all his anger and hunger out on her. She was to tell him as well what had happened, her voice shaking while tears streamed down her cheeks. August wasn't all that surprised, the perfect little Emma was Iuna's favorite, that they knew. And now finally she had made a fatal mistake.. she wasn't that perfect, and strangely enough that made him feel more at ease. But before he could say anything, he reminded himself of his mistakes.. and the danger behind his power. So.. he kept his mouth shut and walked over to his pale sister and gave her a little kiss on her cheek. he wasn't angry, he knew he was to fuck up sooner or later, and that he would wish that she would be as forgiving.

Time neared for the meeting, the house was slowly filling up with those who were to join. Xiao Mei had tended to the wounded as soon as she had learned what had happened. She asked Eiren for the plants needed, and assisted Jarod and Ciara where she was needed. Seran had his eyes on her right away, the other firemaker.. or well, she could raise the temperature in a living (or undead) body, until it would burn to a crisp. she had such control over her own power that the temperature of her body was like that of a normal human being. He wished to talk to her, to meet the one that had powers much like his. But not now, first the stakes, then their butt of a brother and the meeting.. and then they would know what would be next.

[Scottie]

Seran had remained in the room with the fallen. There would be no need for him to leave them, he would keep the room warm and make sure that their stakes do not budge. He was brought back to reality by Karon and Ciara entered the room. Ciara patted her brothers arm and he stood to give her seat. "We need some others here. The three that were drained have awoken. They are fine, there are no detrimental effects to their body, perhaps their relationships with the blood bender but nothing of physical effect." Seran nodded, he had watched the others arrive from the doorway. He had wished to speak to Xiao Mei, to some of the younger ones. He couldn't help but feel upset as he watched them. Jada, Xiao Mei, Taranis and Nicklas were all the same age as his fledgling would have been. He wished to see him dance around the others, he always had a way of lighting up a room. He saw a lot of him in Christopher, he was stubborn as a mule as well.


Ciara waited though she could feel Christopher and Ansgar bouncing around the room. They wanted their sire and family free, not stuck in these prisons any longer. "Masud has gone out to get some humans. They will need to feed. We will start with Morag and go down in age." She said gently. "I need Jaron, Jada and Amare present." Seran nodded and was ready to leave the room when the three in question arrived. Jada winked at her mother before dropping down beside Nicklas. Brushing her fingertips against the mark on his cheek. "Oh sweet one....The pain we will cause that monster will be more than enough to make up for this mark." Amare moved to pat Christopher on the arm and Jaron wriggled his fingers at Karon. "When are we starting?" That question was answered by a soft thump of flesh. Masud stood by the door with Lajos and Eiren. Each had two soft bodies over their shoulders. All men had been knocked out and were left to slump alongside the wall. "Well?" Ciara rolled her eyes at her brother before gesturing to Morag.

Jaron crouched down beside the woman, one hand on her shoulder and the other gripping the stake that jutted out from her chest. He glanced at the ancients before dragging the stake out in a sharp movement. There was silence in the room except for a few haggered breaths and then a sharp slapping sound. Jaron moved back as his cheek burned from the small womans slap. "Took yer bloody time didn't you." Her words were faint as she already tried to sit upright. Jaron flooded her body with calm, stopping the pain from attacking. Seran crouched beside her and gave her a small smile, pushing some of her hair away from her eyes. "Can you feel him?" Ciara and Karon held their breaths waiting for the answer. "No. He is staked again." Her eyes dropped and Seran helped her over to the first body. She sunk her teeth into the young man and drank until her belly was round. Next was Nicklas. Amare stood by the man's feet, Jaron kept close but didn't touch him. Ciara moved her eyes to Ansgar. "If you please Ansgar. Remove the stake from your sires chest." She wanted to give the power back to the fledglings, not have it be an ancient ritual. After Nicklas it would be Derren, then Lily, then Adrian. All the breathing vampires in the room would be needed for each especially that of Derren.

[Dark Pigeon]

Christopher gave Ciara a wide eyed look as she asked for Ansgar to remove the stake. He himself was a little worried that the big man would be in some kind of frenzy, that he would wish to remove every single head from their bodies. Ansgar though was not worried, he knew the powers of the vampires standing in this room, and fully trusted them as he was told to remove the stake. He did so carefully but quick, knowing that Nicklas wasn't someone that wanted this to be done to careful as he found that he could handle a bit of pain. As the stake dropped to the floor, the room fell silent. Everyone's eyes were on Nicklas as they wished that he would not start his rampage through the entire room, for that it was just to small. But he did not, instead he took a deep breath of air and pushed himself up so he could sit. He had been lying around long enough, and things needed to be done!. "For ... fuck sake" he said as he placed his hand where the stake had been. He had not been staked for a very long time, he almost had forgotten how much pain it caused. Ansgar chuckled and patted the large man on his shoulder and sat down next to him. "Hurts like nothing else does it" he said to the frowning bear of man. Nicklas nodded and took another deep breath, trying to push the pain out of his body as he pushed himself up to stand. He wasn't going to look weak, fuck looking weak! He was a Northern man damned.

Morag was much like Nicklas, more than both would ever care to admit. She would not let anyone remove the stake from her Fledglings chest, she was to do it. Jaron was used as she pushed herself up, and assisted her towards Derren as she was struggling to keep both her legs working like legs. Nobody would be as stupid to tell her that she could not do this, and as she neared they even stepped aside to give her some room. Karon had his hands on the young mans head, flooding him with calm so he would not put the entire room in risk of seeing their worst fears. Morag gave everyone a warning look before she would take out the stake. If anyone was to do something against her wishes, she would make them pay for it.

....

In the meantime the young vampires of Iuna had been washing themselves up. They could throw away their clothes as they were covered in dry blood. Mouse did so with her hands shaking, the very idea that someone was more powerful than her. Someone that could kill her with just the blink of an eye made her feel more scared than she had ever before. She wanted to talk to Nicklas, but he was staked. Christopher did not have time for her, even if he was willing to talk to her. Lily was staked, even Adrian.. There was nobody there for her.. and that made her feel even worse. She missed the friendship between her and Emma already, but how could she ever forgive her from what she had done?

Marcus was a quick one, he had changed his clothes, washed up and he was ready to go. He was to spend some time with Emma before the meeting. Try and make her feel better, get something to eat and have some good old fun. Just cheer her up! He was used to never think of his own needs, he put everything and every one above himself. He was collecting books for Mouse, books that she would be able to read. And he had picked out a book for August as well. One that held the history of many vampires, vampires like him that wielded powers that were considered dangerous, vampires that were still alive and kicking. He needed to read them, he needed to know that there was a future for him in this world. Stories that Marcus would be telling Emma during dinner, letting her know that she was not in as much danger as she feared she would be in now.

[Scottie]

Ciara had patted Karon's arm, almost in a hint that he would not be needed for Nicklas. Ciara watched Nicklas move over to the human and start to drain him dry. Karon was shooed away to rest beside Derren, Morag had her hand wrapped around the stake and kept perfectly still for a moment. Almost trying to reach out to her child but that bond was snapped. So with a final glance to Karon, she yanked the stake free. Derren dragged air into his lungs and his eyes turned black. The room seemed to sway and grass brushed their feet. Then it stopped. Karon drained the darkness from his eyes and stroked some hair back away from his forehead. "Calm young one." Morag bent down to her child and rested her forehead against his. "It's okay. It's okay Derren." Derren shook violently but allowed Jaron to help sit upright. The man looked terrible, he hadn't felt Taranis's pain. But he had felt Morag's tie snap and that had drove him over the edge. To be without his mother again, he clung to her hand and she tugged him over to a human to feed. Ciara left Morag with her child, they did not need everyone watching them. Derren was alright, he was awake and he had his mother. He wouldn't throw a fit or use his powers now.

Karon moved to beside Lily now, Adrian remained on the floor. His body lay still as did Lily's. Her eyes had been closed and the wound in her chest was bound with a thick mixture of herbs. Karon shooed away Masud, he did not want the man anywhere near her. "Christopher, I must ask you to allow me to do this. Please stay by her head, let her hear your voice." He knew that Christopher wouldn't be pleased, but the way it was stuck in her chest...Christopher would tear it out, causing pain and more injury than needed. Karon swivelled his gaze and with a glance becokened Jaron and Eiren closer. Jaron stood opposite Karon while Eiren stood by Lily's legs. They had all seen Lily coming back from being staked before, Taranis had to do so twice when they visited Jada's land. Too many children roaming near the house. They knew how violent she could be when she returned. Karon tapped the stake in her chest before wriggling it free, slowly. Ribs could be heard snapping free and the squelching noise of flesh reached them all.

The stake hit the floor from his grasp as nothing happened. No scraggly breath, no scream, no movement. Karon blinked rapidly and then snapped his eyes to Ciara who held his gaze. It was only when Amare shuffled on his feet did it start. Karon had turned to fix up the other stake hole when she dug her fingernails into the wooden bed beneath her. Her eyes snapped open and she tried to kick out at Karon. Eiren had her ankles in his grip within seconds, slamming her legs to the bed and holding her there. "There we go." Karon said gently, his fingers gently tapping around the wrangled blackened skin. Lily growled and insulted him in her native tongue. Something that would make many blush, her eyes filled with darkness as Karon went to work. "Frail one. Playing with things you don't know." The voice was her own but the words were from anothers past. Karon snapped his eyes to Ciara before stuffing the wound with the mixture again, seeing as the stake had been pushed back with such harshness it had broken more bones than anticipated. Jaron kept a hand on her left arm holding her down flooding her with his powers so that pain would be a distant memory. Only when Karon finished his work and moved over towards Adrian did the others let her go.

Lily managed to clip Eiren with her heel and she scowled at him. She refused any help and pushed herself to sitting upright. Her whole body felt like it had been chewed up and spat out again. She sat there staring at her feet, how blood pooled beneath her on the table. She couldn't feel Taranis, the last night had been horrific. She feared she would never sleep again. She reached out blindly behind her for Christophers hand, hoping he would lead her to food. Adrian's de-staking did not go as expected. For even with the powers in the room, he shifted as soon as the stake was removed. He snapped loudly at all of them and tried to run through the doorway, Jada crossed her arms over her chest and stood before him. Her angry eyes on him as he whined and backed himself to a corner. Karon rested a hand on the animals head and the man returned. Curled in the corner, keeping his arms tight around his head until Morag joined him.

Ciara pursed her lips, "You must all feed. We will discuss what happened shortly. For after...we all have a meeting to attend to."

[Dark Pigeon]

Needles to say, Christopher was not amused that Karon was to take that stake out of Lily. The man would do it all wrong, to slow or to quickly. Christopher knew how he should do this, how Lily wished that it would be done. So, as Lily started to throw her fit, he was only but a little bit proud of her.. and felt as if he had been right that Karon would do this wrong. As soon as Lily started searching for his hand, he took hers in in his and gently talked to her, telling her to calm down while leading her to the biggest man he could find. Nicklas was about done feeding, and watched Karon handling Adrian. If the man could understand what he was saying, he surely would give Adrian trouble for his disrespectful words towards an Ancient. Nicklas would not tell on him however, he gave the man all the time he needed to swear like a sailor for as long as he could now that he was in his wolf form. The older vampire smiled gently towards Lily, feeling a little bit proud that she had given them all some trouble after what had happened. Having to loose her sire like this, not knowing where he was but realizing that he was being hurt... he had expected her to go on a murdering rampage and she had not. So, plenty to be proud! He helped her with the man she was to feed from and proudly patted Christopher's arm before he walked off to give both Lily and Christopher some time alone.

Now that everyone was without a stake in their chests, and the children of both Nicklas and Iuna were awake again. It was time for all the bullshit and far more trouble one could handle. Nicklas was not at all happy, he just wanted his peace and quiet. He looked at Karon as the man had calmed down Adrian. The youngest vampire crawled on his feet and walked over to the last man that laid in the room. Something for him to eat, a young man from around his age when he was turned into a vampire. While he was feeding, Nicklas brushed his hand over his chest. He knew that this would be hurting for a while, it made him worry about the others who were younger than him.. and would be suffering more because of it. He turned around to face them "are you all alright? " he asked them gently.

[Scottie]

Lily calmed the moment his hand touched hers, she clung to it and let him lead her to her prey. The man had dark hair with a scruffy beard, he held a red mark on his forehead from where he was knocked out. He didn't smell of alcohol, infact he smelt of flour and bread. She tilted his head to one side and sighed gently before digging her teeth into his soft flesh. She flooded his mind with warm memories as she drained near enough all from him. She closed the wound and let his head flop back to the side. She stroked some of his hair back from his eyes and took Christophers hand to tug her back to her feet. She licked her lips and felt the first stake hole start to close. She heard Nicklas and turned her eyes to him. She raised an eyebrow, "As alright as I can be." The second stake mark glistened against the fire light and Adrian stood having drained his victim dry. He moved over to Jaron and patted his arm gently. The older vampire and Adrian spoke quietly. Adrian apologised over and over again, Jaron told him to save his breath. He knew what could happen when emotions take over. Taranis used to toy with him when Jaron went after Lily.

Lily kept her eyes on Nicklas, "Are you alright?" She noted the mark on his cheek and reached a hand up to touch her own cheek. Feeling the raised scarred skin as she frowned. She snapped her eyes to Karon to ask how they received such marks when it floated back to her. "Why is he so hell bent on terrorising us?" She asked bluntly as Masud chuckled. "Lilith. We do not truly know the answer to that. Something about Caderyn. But my siblings and I must speak with some others before the meeting begins. Stay with your family. Someone will call for you all before the meeting." Masud nodded to Nicklas and slipped from the room. Karon and Ciara were next, shuffling slowly from the room to go see others. Jaron and Eiren stumbled after to go see their sire, they all wanted to be close to family during this time. Lily felt like all answers went with them. Seran gave Morag a small smile before leaving them with the roaring fire.

Lily dug her nails into Christophers hand. "I told them this would happen." Morag said gently, her fingers running through Derrens hair. "I knew that if we messed with Caderyn again, only darkness would follow." Derren shook gently while clinging to his mothers other hand. Lily sighed deeply and tried to sit back up on the wooden bench. Failing the first and then finally managing to hobble up. "He'll return Taranis wont he..." She said hopefully, she couldn't feel him and it made her feel cold. "We shall see Lilith." Lily's shoulders tensed again, she hated that people still called her that. It reminded her of her mother but also her husband. How that name became an insult in his mouth. "Can we go get cleaned up?" She asked, the blood seeping through her dress and coating the ends of her hair. She didn't want to stay in here any longer and Adrian wanted to go seep in a bath and maybe hopefully see Emma.

[Dark Pigeon]

Nicklas nodded as Lily asked him if he was alright "As alright as I can be" he said to her with a little cheeky smile. It felt good for him to see her standing, her cheeks were regaining their color again. He would have been in quite a state if any of these youngsters would be hurt more than they were now. Already he was angry, but then again.. when was he not? "Go, go get cleaned up. Get some fresh clothes. It surely will make you feel better" he said gently to her as he gestured the others to follow her and Christopher. Adrian hurried after her, but not until he had thanked the others.. as soon as he had done that he was gone, almost running to get some fresh clothes and a little bit of water to freshen up. After that he would be looking for Emma, and properly begging Iuna to see her.

Christopher was long glad that he was out of that room, he had hoped that they could go and have a hunt.. but he was almost certain that he had a day without feeding again.. and it was getting a bit to much. He was getting hungry enough to start eating the walls in the room where Emma had nearly killed the others. There was enough blood in those walls to keep him happy for a few days. "I had the slaves run a bath for you. I knew you would want one. Got them to put some oils in the water as well, oils that will help against the pain.. help heal those wounds properly." he explained to her as he walked her to their room. He was so very exited and had not let go of her hand, he was holding it a bit to tight.. almost as if he feared to loose her if he was to let go. "That man is coming back, I tell you he is. Don't know what or how, but he's somewhat pissed about something or another. But don't fear, Ill fight that bastard for you. Have him bleed for what he has done to you" he said smiling, feeling like quite the man as he did so. He .. .well, he knew he could not even come close to a man like that. But he would do his best, it was better than doing nothing at all.

Nicklas moved over to the only man living, the one that Lily had kept alive. To him this was an insult to the man's strength, his pride. One could not leave a man like this, the gods would frown upon him and not grand him the honor to dine with them. He killed the man, breaking his neck before he walked away from the corps. This was his way of giving the man the respect he needed, and not be allowed to live after all that had happened. Nicklas was not to wash up, not just yet. He wasn't even sure he had a fresh shirt, he was to ask Christopher for one as he himself had given his to Ansgar. Ansgar stayed in the room, he was to accompany Nicklas when he was to leave. "So what now" Nicklas asked as he sat down, his chest was giving him a hard time.. he remembered how Ansgar had done his best to keep those stakes in.. and not all to gently as Nicklas remembered. He would not give Ansgar trouble for it, hell.. if anything he needed a firm patting on the back! Keeping everyone under, now that was rather impressive. It was a game of whack-a-mole, while some ancient was trying to awake them.

[Scottie]

Lily didn't need to be told twice, she was gone from that room in seconds. She needed to get rid of that bloody dress and truly think about what they were getting themselves into. Her hand started to twinge when she realised Christopher was nearly breaking her fingers. She tried shaking her hand free but failed. Lily gave him a small smile when he spoke, a bath. She needed one desperately. She tried again to shake her hand free, it was merely adding to the pain that already coursed through her. When they entered their room, she closed the door as quickly as possible. Resting her forehead against his arm, "Please do not go after that man." She said quietly, though she knew that Northern stubbornness would mean he wished to defend her honour. "He is evil, vicious and has tortured Taranis so harshly. It was not normal cuts, punches, blood letting. It was specifically emotional torture...he made him feel such sorrow...over and over again. I do not want that to happen to you...to any of us."

She finally managed to wrangle her hand free and padded her way further into the room. Lily stared at her reflection in their grubby mirror, how the blood was dried around her chest. How tears stained her cheeks and her fingernails were caked in blood. She reached up and removed the necklaces he gave her, she didn't want to ruin them in her bath. She pressed them into his hands and undid her dress. It tore at her skin as she removed it and like all of them for the next hour, she would still look gaunt and weak. Standing in her underdress, she rested against the bed frame. "That man came back didn't he...I remember being awoken at some point.....and only hearing soft voices...feeling some wrench my head around...like before." She touched her neck gently before perching on the edge of the bed. Reaching out a hand for him. "Are you alright? You haven't fed...and I do not think being without your sire was a pleasant end to the night."

One by one they arrived. The elders with their children, filling up the house of Iuna. She should be there to greet them, but a few arrived to no Iuna. One was Emma's old sire, Arlo, the slime ball. He slid into the building, surrounded by his children. Emma's siblings. Three out of the four were like Emma, used for their talents. But many had come from that life already. They saw it not as slavery, but as a form of control over humans. Their sire did not control them like he did Emma. Emma was his first fledgling and he enjoyed the control he had over her. The final child was Luria. She was dressed plainer than the others, obviously not for show. Her eyes flicked around their surrounds and at the first chance, she was gone. Floating around the hallways until she could find the courtyard. Arlo entered the large room and immediately felt a small tremor of pain. Jada was by his side in seconds, "Touch any of the children here and try to get them into your game Arlo...and I'll have your balls. You hear?" Arlo ran a hand through his oil slick hair and grinned. "Oh Jada, you missed me that much?" Another flicker of pain and the smile dropped. "Fine. Nothing bad." He said moving away from the painful woman as quickly as possible. The elders started to mill around, they were waiting for their host or the ancients. Anyone to tell them exactly what was going on.

[Dark Pigeon]

He said nothing as she asked him not to go after this devil-man. He was to, he was to do everything he could to make this man pay for what he had done. As he would not lie to Lily, his best option to well... not... was to just say nothing at all. Instead he just showed her a concerned look while he thought of ripping this mans heart out. Christopher listened carefully to Lily as she told him what had happened, what she had felt at least. It had to be terrible for her, she always seemed more..sensitive to that connection she had with Tanaris. He had that connection with Nicklas, of course he had! But that did not mean he would ever speak of it. He had felt that connection snap between him and Nicklas, and between him and Lily. He had lost two people he cared greatly about in one single minute.. and it had been quite hard on him. But he was a man of the North, and the only emotion he would ever show was anger.. or none at all. "he came to show he can come and go when he pleases. Showing off how he can wriggle them stakes around while Ansgar did his very best to keep them in. I don't know what the problem is with these ancients, but they are really getting on my nerves. They are more trouble than they are worth.. best be we take some of them out before they get to us" he said as he sat down in one of the chairs while Lily moved around while she got undressed. He waved her off, but took her hand none the less. "I am as alright as I can be" He said with a little smirk, repeating what she and Nicklas had said only moment ago.

He got out of his chair and moved towards the bath that was already steaming. They could smell the fresh herbs that would ease the pain in Lily's body. he gave her a gentle kiss on her lips before he helped her out of her clothes. He was ever so careful, being almost unnaturally gentle for the kind of man he was. As she stood naked before him, the wounds clear on her body as she had been repeatedly staked his smile dropped. Christopher looked almost said seeing her like this, for he was yet not able to protect her from such harm. "come" he said, gesturing her to sit in the bath. "Sit down, I'll was your wounds for you" He said gently as he held out his harm for her to take so she could ease herself down in the bath. As she sat down, Christopher kneeled down on the floor next to her, and gently started to soak the dried up blood before he would remove it from her. He was so very careful, not once would he hurt her even the slightest....



Emma could feel her Sire being near, as he could feel her. She knew that he had brought some of her siblings, that he would try to make her come back by showing her some familiar faces. She truly was his price whore, his best trained, the one that every single rich man wanted to bed. Arlo was not at all happy with Jada at the moment, he had the damn right to see HIS Fledgling, even if she was under the care of Iuna. He could demand her back, he had every single right to. As he turned around to walk away he nearly ran into Iuna who was standing behind him. She had said nothing, she had let Jada take the lead on this as she knew (and very much appreciated) the pain Jada would bestow on Arlo. "Evening Elder Arlo" she said with a voice as soft as silk. The kind of voice someone could mistake for being gentle, but if it came from her.. you better beware.. she fucking hated your guts. Even Jada knew this, at least Iuna shouted and cursed at Jada... that meant that she was not in the killing mood.. nope! If Iuna is in a killing mood.. she was as gentle to you as a soft fluffy kitten (with claws and teeth of doom!) Arlo seemed less.. informed.. about this trait, and almost seemed to be happy to see her. "Good evening Elder Iuna. Such a pleasure to see you. I came to see Emma, before the counsel meeting if this is at all possible. The .. well.. her sisters and brothers miss her so very much. And would be delighted to see her .. even if for just a moment" . Iuna smiled and nodded as her eyes set on Jada for just a mere moment before they landed back on Arlo. "I do not see why her brothers and sisters can not visit their beloved sibling. But much has be discussed.. and Emma is temporarily occupied with some tasks. I do not think the poor girl has time just yet. Perhaps.. after?" She said sweetly as she stepped aside so that Arlo could walk with her.

Arlo looked back, glancing at Jada before he started to follow Iuna. The fool, Iuna had her hand resting on her weapon as she was ready to strike if he would be out of place just once. The hatred she had for this man, the lust she felt for bringing him to his knees, make him drown in his own blood.. well.. it made her voice sound most pleasant.. more than Jada had ever heard before.

[Scottie]

Her jaw tensed when he admitted that the man returned and just to show off. To show that he could hurt them even when they were down. She shook her head gently, "Not all ancients should be tarred with the same brush Christopher." She watched him carefully until his fingers made contact with hers. She gave him a small smile, feeling a little better knowing that he was close. She didn't want to enter the bath just yet, the water looked too warm. She shook gently as the cold brushed her skin, raising goosebumps on her arms. She noted the sadness in his eyes and glanced down at the marks in her chest. She was confused by the second, no one else had two. She was about to ask him when he told her to sit in the bath. Lily wrapped her arms around her knees as he brushed the blood from her back. Watching the water as it slowly turned bloody. She had no clue for what was to happen in the next few hours. All she wanted to do was sleep....and get Taranis back...and get answers...and eat...and spend time with Christopher. For the first time in her vampire life, she felt like there wasn't enough time left. Like an end was looming above their heads.

Lily was like a doll in his hands, he could lift her arms to wash the blood from her ribcage with ease. She did as she was told and dunked her head under the water to remove the dried blood from her hair. She accepted his help from the bath and was grateful for the warm towel wrapped around her body. "We will be alright yes Christopher?" She asked him, her voice quiet in the large empty room. Voicing her doubts for the first time, she wanted to tell him that she felt something bad was going to happen. That death floated through the air, filling the house with it's stench. Lily reached out his hand and tugged him close, resting her forehead against his chest. "Will you lay with me for a few minutes?" Her voice muffled by his clothing as her fingers tightened her grip on his hand.

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Jada flashed a glare over at Arlo's children, how many teased and waved at the other fledglings. Stories had floated before, of the lustful adventures of his fledglings. How they could find out anything, they were the song birds of the vampire world. Able to retrieve any song from any fledgling with time. Jada kept her eyes on them, becokening her children towards her. Though Jaron was already half way over the room, he turned like a pouting child. Removing his gaze from the enticing green eyes of one of Arlo's fledglings. Luria was nowhere to be seen. For once, she was not on a request for her sire. She was trying to find the sky. See the moon, for there he would find her. But she got lost, never had she been inside this grand home. A door was open a crack, soft voices floated to her and her steps faltered. A slave left the room, the door opening wide as they left the fledglings. Her eyes met with a familiar face. She could not smile at her sister. She could merely stare at Emma as the woman stood with her brothers. Luria was second, the second fledgling. Made after Emma was put into the parlour...made by accident. She was plain, she was not stunning. She was changed for her intelligence. She could keep books, she could read people. She could tell their next action. More than one occasion, she had stopped a patron from attacking her siblings or the women and men who worked for Arlo.

But Emma. Emma had been taken away from that world. She escaped. Luria would have stayed there, frozen in her gaze if it had not been broken by August. As soon as the muddy eyes interrupted her gaze, Luria scowled and moved away from the doorway. She picked up her pace, round another corner and she could smell the grass. Bursting into a run, she let her feet thump into the grass. Her eyes flicking up to the moon as she smiled. A fluttering of wings and then a soft thump informed her, that her love had joined her. If anyone followed her to see why she had floated so far from their meeting room, they would be met with the gaze of Ruah. The master of animals, the ancient often forgotten in Marcus's books.