Bad Moon Rising

[Jacob Regan]

Elizabeth / PM to enter



He stood on the edge of darkness. It was not the dark of the approaching night painting the sky in shades of violets and blues and deep dark purples. It was not the dark of the encroaching shadows creeping along the ground like claws reaching. It was not the dark of the City in which things stirred that rightly should not stir in a sane world.
It was the darkness of the soul in which burned the black flames of Pride. The Pride of a wolf, a beast among beasts and the pride of a man, a monster amongst men. His amber eyes darkened as they skimmed the surface of the water, far behind him the echoes of the City coming alive for the night as some went to bed and others woke up. Night fell as he stood in its cold breath utterly unfeeling, a statue, a remnant of a time only one other person had true knowledge of.

The water lapped at the shale as the wind rippled across it, he did not notice it nor did he care to. His sight, his vision was turned inward to a past not so long ago and yet it seemed lifetimes have passed since. He stood there reflecting on the past and path that lead up to this point. He stood there waiting for her.
Would she come to draw his blood and paint her wrath crimson or would she come as she once would, to find reason in the chaos that had become their lives.
He did not understand it, the wolf didn't understand it.
What had changed so drastically, where did they go wrong?

Jacob put the filter between his lips. The flare of the Zippo striking flame danced yellow across his features and he drew in breath casting his features in sharp harsh hues before winking out into darkness again. The smoke cooled down his throat settling in his lungs like a thunder cloud or was that just the mixed emotions that had him standing here waiting for her.
The cigarette burned his lips and he spat the spent thing out, he'd not noticed that he'd finished smoking it. A sarcastic smile twisted his lips as he saw dark humor in that. These were dark times only to become darker still if things followed the set path they seemed to be on at the moment.
If worse came to worse then he would take his wolves and settle for a while in his forest, but that would be later. The vampires were becoming ridiculous, barreling straight towards their own end and he wasn't of a mind to follow that end.

Jake turned his eyes to the moon, high in sky and climbing.
What would you say if you had a voice? Would you even bother to comment? His smile twisted into something cruel. "I wish I could do that, but I can not..."

[Elizabeth]

He had told her to meet her at a place few knew about. Elizabeth was quite honestly hesitant. Things lately were getting out of control and the man she had sired, seemed to be someone she barely recognized. Some times she blamed her sire for that, at other times, she blamed herself and every once in a while she blamed a random person from time to time. But never once did she blame him. Perhaps that was something she needed to think on and so she did. And she spoke to her husband for many of nights. Maybe too many nights. Or not enough nights. Time would tell. There were lessons to learn with everything she did and hopefully, he would see that.


The blonde hair woman had taken a train to the closest she could get to the outskirts of the city. Her attire was fairly relaxed and spoke of the fact that she was not going somewhere for a mere social call. Not entirely. She wore a knee length, dark denim pencil skirt, a dark blue tank top, a stylish jacket that matched the denim skirt, boots and a black hat she had probably borrowed from Shamus' collection to finish the ensemble. Save for the few relics around her wrists, neck and one she incorporated in to a brooch of sorts that rested on the jacket.

She crossed the length of the city, what remained of it, before the woman found wilderness. From there, she closed her eyes and focused on him. His height, the colour of his eyes and hair, his usual attire, his stance and even the scent of the type of cigarettes he smoked, even if he never smoked them around her, he still smelled of them by the time she found him. Knowing he was already there, Elizabeth took off in a small jog, pulled at her jacket as she jogged as it was a tighter, fitted form jacket that slowed her technique then vanished from the spot she was in and appeared right before him with her jacket in her hands.

"Regan." Elizabeth said with a nod of her head, slipping the jacket back on and once again hiding the two glock hand guns she had on her persons. "You wished to meet and talk about things, I presume?"

[Jacob Regan]

The vertebrae in his neck popped as he twisted it to work out the stiffness that had settled in it and his shoulders. He wasn't sure why he was bothering, a part of him wanted to take his wife and leave this hell hole. Chance it out there in the world, somewhere secluded and out of the way but yet he knew it wasn't realistic. He had too much here to just let it all go, to just walk away. It wasn't in his nature to just walk away, it never had been. And the more he indulged his wolf, the more he became himself again after the chaotic **** up that was Isabella Drake, the more Jacob came to know himself again. He remembered the wars he'd fought, the battles he'd suffered, the death's he saw and had dealt. He remembered his first childe, the first step in his passage home. So many places, so many faces. He remembered the good and the bad of it, the countless nights.

The breath of the night brought her scent to his senses an instant before she came into reality before him. Just enough pause between so as not to startle him and had the circumstance been different, he might even have laughed. But even though she had the same face, the same regal beauty as the first night they'd met fighting unbelievable odds, at least for him at the time. Although her scent hadn't changed except for the dusting of that of her mate and all though her eyes still held that same amount of captivation, she was not the woman he knew.
And rightly so, so much had happened in the last few years that it didn't rightly fit into the short space in time in which they've known each other. He didn't hold her change against her, in fact in some ways he was proud of the woman she'd become. In some ways.
Jacob hated the parts he didn't recognize anymore, perhaps hate is a strong appreciative, he disliked them. Didn't understand them.

He'd been with her through thick and thin, fought with her, bled with her. Even let her believe once that he hated her because he didn't know any other way to protect her then without getting them both killed. He was younger then, a younger man even if it was only a couple of winters past. Yet that was besides the point know, it was past and would remain past.
No, now was what he wanted to figure out. Now was what he needed to know.
"Straight to business then...no pleasantries between us anymore Elizabeth..."

He'd noticed her weaponry, it was the cause of his smirking smile. She'd thought to come armed, at least she'd learned something useful that he liked over the last few years. His eyes however never left hers, not for longer then the beat it took to appraise her physical state and assess her.
"I see you've adapted rather more..." He gestured indicating her attire and the general time frame and setting. "...appropriately, is that the right word?"

[Elizabeth]

If he had thought he had smarted her with using her name instead of "siress," or "mother," he would be greatly disappointed. The woman made no comment about it, nor batted a lash as she listened to him for a few more seconds, before beginning to speak herself.

"Yes, well I am not my sire." Elizabeth commented with a roll of her shoulders as her blue orbs flitted down to her attire, knowing she had indeed adapted quite well to this life for a variety of reasons. Because she had always been an adaptable creature, even when the world could not see anything past the tip of their nose, when she was in France with a traveling coven, when she was left a widow a handful of times in the last two years and even now, when things around her weren't what they once were.

Elizabeth went back to the idea of pleasantries and laughed. "You desire pleasantries? Very well, I shall give you back what you have given me and the family the last few weeks, or has it been months now?" Elizabeth's eyes moved back to her childe, but still no hint of emotion was displayed in her eyes or in her tone as she continued. "Which would you like first? I think I have the nonchalant attitude covered quite nicely tonight. Shall I start with an outburst of some sort, name calling, or demeaning you and yours?" The woman stepped away from his presence to circle around a tree, her eyes looking up at the night sky, her eyes fixated on what most would think were the stars.