Xx-Snuff-xX(Invite)

[Elizabeth]

Deep, dark, nefarious thoughts circled the mind of the telepath woman as she recycled the series of events from a few evenings ago. The woman went from irritated, to annoyed and depressed in a matter of seconds each time she relived the conversation, or rather, debate with her husband.

Everything was fine, until that whore came around. All too familiar with her husband was the blonde, loud mouth that was Scorpia Sangue. Perhaps, Elizbaeth's downfall was being too nice. Her lack of wisdom and experience on such matters given she was robbed from those experiences for hundreds of years. Then when she escaped the realms, everything was different and had changed and try while she may to adapt, some things the woman still was behind in. Elizabeth wasn't particularly mean to anyone centuries ago; with the exception of the shared sire of her sire and Zachariah Staus's sire. That however, was rightly deserved in her opinion and the opinion of her sister, Antigony. No, whores, were whores, were whores, no matter how much time lapsed.. They certainly had a few new tricks up their sleeves, but in the end they were whores who needed to be removed from this realm and any other they inhabited.

Invited that woman in to her home and even spent time getting to know her, even if, in the back of her mind, Elizabeth wanted very little to do with someone who was so...crash. Abrasive and rude. Could Elizabeth be rude? Certainly. Everyone could be. But to Elizabeth there were steps of rudeness and Scorpia was at the very bottom, while Elizabeth viewed herself as being occasionally rude, and only if pushed in to such a thing. Still, she was married to her brother; the only one Elizabeth acknowledged and so, Elizabeth was willing to see what it was her brother saw about the woman that very few saw. Surely, there must be something the two could relate on? Never realizing it was Elizabeth's husband until a few evenings ago!

And thought she was less than amused with Scorpia, the same thoughts seemed to gravitate towards her husband each time she thought of him, their conversation and the way everything ended. The words he said...Elizabeth wondered well and truly if she could ever forgive him for suggesting such a thing about her persons, or lack there of her persons. It was certainly not true! Or was it? Was it possible what he was saying was true?

Had she lost her spark?

The more Elizabeth thought upon it, the more she wondered if he was in fact correct. No more did the majority of her childre, adopted or sired come to her. If they had questions or concerns, they went to him. At which, Elizabeth was pleased about. Finally, her family was accepting her husband; the one she bound herself to, perhaps, quite stupidly now that she thought about the night over and over again. They ignored her inquiries, as if they thought she were too stupid to recognize what was going on. Or they just didn't speak to her at all, about anything anymore. Perhaps it was a good thing. No more did they need the mentor. They were now capable, sufficient vampires. That did please the woman slightly, so much she smiled, faintly but it washed away when her eyes fell on one of his stupid hats. It was only stupid in that moment, but in that moment, she was back thinking about this supposed spark she had lost and if it were true.

Thinking about the definition of spark somehow manage to get Elizabeth's mind to think about Robert Pratt. The man who was always so ridiculously cheerful while he tried to sell everyone a big can of "light." If her spark of light was gone, then she could try and take his away. Even if for one night by making that night miserable. The woman owed him a visit anyways. More correctly, she owed Solace a visit. One night she would find something in there that would let Elizabeth know just who Robert Pratt was and how he managed to get his hands on something that was as old as she was, if not older.

[Robert Pratt]

Robert was sitting there, watching the last of the attendees of his self defense class leave for the night and smiled. They'd done really rather well, and the regulars were getting faster, stronger and were learning some of the tricks he used. Teleporting from one side of the room to the other, to then charge towards them again, and they knew and were ready for it. Summning zombies to try and distract them, throw them off and freak them out - they now cut them down and continued to come for him. Turning invisible, to sneak up on them as silently as he could - they kept alert and ready. Summoning all of the shadows to him still unnerved them a bit, as it changed the whole look of their surroundings, but they were getting used to it. Everything he could do, they were learning to overcome and find ways to counteract. The problem was, he wasn't a violent person and he'd never developed any of the more, violent powers. Nothing he could do could be used as an attack. Not really. It was all more defensive. What he needed - at this stage - was someone else who could fight, and who had offensive powers to come in and help in one of the classes.

Once the last one was gone and he'd waved them off as they headed up the road, he turned around and looked around the main area with a smile. He really was content and happy in pretty much every aspect of his life honestly. The only part that was lacking, was family of his own and a lvove of his own. He had no sire, and therefore no siblings. Yes, there was Enver. And they were definitely like brothers - with how they spoke to one another and argued. But there wasn't that.... connection with anyone. He was trying with Emily and Hunter, his children from when he was human. But he'd been missing from their lives for 16 years and they weren't used to having a Dad just as he wasn't used to being one. But he was trying all the same!

The self defense class had left him worn out, hot and sweaty - not to mention aching. He was fairly old in vampiric terms - from what he'd seen of the community. It explained a lot really, about the state of the community. People were turning children. Yes, they might have been classed as adults in some places in the world, but they sure as **** didn't have the mental capacity of an adult. They lacked the emotional maturity they needed to cope with the world they'd been thrown into, and everyone was suffering because of it. So right then and right there, he was feeling all of his years and he needed to relax and unwind. There was only one place for that - The Pool.

He found the member of staff who was on night duty tonight - Belle having done the day shift today - and let them know where he'd be if needed. Around to the back of the building he went, looking in on his plants and those in the computer room, not wanting to know what had just exploded in the crafting area. He was glad those walls and windows were reinforced, that was for sure! Once he was in the changing areas, he removed all of his clothes and slipped on his costume that he kept in one of the lockers there, replacing the costume with his clothes and locked them away. He headed for the pool and stopped off to shower first, rinsing off the layer of sweat that covered his body and once that was done, finished the journey to the pool.

He took one step, then hopped and took another two in a bit of a run up and with an almighty jump, dove straight into the pool and began to swim lengths. Almost imediately, he could feel his muscles loosening as the water held him up and supported him. At least this time he'd remembered to suppress his natural instinct to 'float' because the last time he'd jumped into the pool, he'd not made it 'into' the water and instead landed uncomfortably on the top of it as his water walk power kicked in. This time however, all was well and he was thoroughly enjoying himself!

[Elizabeth]

"Reynold?" Elizabeth beckoned the wraith to her side with a mere thought of him. It didn't matter what he was, or was not doing, he was hers to do with what she liked, when she liked. The wraith appeared, even though Elizabeth could not see him, for he had no choice. "I need you to do me a favor and be quick about it and perhaps, I shall leave you alone for a week." Elizabeth really wasn't fond of her wraith; he was rude and their history together was sordid, but this was her revenge on the man who more or less kept her captive with his mind games for quite some time. He had years, where as she had him for eternity if Elizabeth so willed it.

"Que voulez-vous? Vous idiot." Elizabeth waved a hand at the wraith, in his general direction since he decided to speak, bemused. She knew precisely what he wanted; which was to get her to banish him. It seemed the idea of the realms were far kinder and nicer then spending years upon years with the woman. He owed her at least...forty-seven more years, was it?

"I need you to go to a place in Newborough. Solace Sanctuary. It's near the woods and report back to me everything you see. If I determine you are not lying, I shall leave you be for an entire week." The woman wasn't stupid. She wasn't going to waltz right in and let Robert Pratt know that she was looking to make his night as miserable as hers was. What would be the fun of that? He didn't reply after the woman gave her wraith specific directions on how to get there, so Elizabeth assumed he went about the business she requested of him.

While the woman waited, she decided to see if a Mister Robert Pratt was even in his Sanctuary this evening. Elizabeth moved from the table of tea and to her altar. The woman opened up the ritual book she had created with names of various people and buildings, along with rituals and flipped to the right page. Why go some place where there would be no amusement if he was not there? Only one way for certain to know, regardless of what Reynold may or may not tell her. A cauldron of acid rested upon the altar, besides some small, decorative ornaments that had significance to the woman, that not many would know of, or bother to care about. She moved from the altar, to a lock box that she kept hidden under a large bush (like all her lock boxes were) and began pulling out ingredients she had kept for safe storage. An eye of a white crow, some black feral blood, leaves, a ring and plenty of zombie ears. Once they were tucked within her arms neatly, the woman returned to her altar and began the process in which the man she was going to bother this evening had taught her. First, the blood, followed by a casual tossing in of the ring, the leaf, an ear and the eye as she called forth a demi-fae to assist her. Once it was conjured up, the woman named the location in which she wished to know who of her kind was within and began starting with the familiar words of the ritual. The demi-fae fought her a few times, especially when Elizabeth tried to get the name of the building itself, resulting in a loss of five zombie ears, but eventually, the blonde vampiress was successful. He was there, along with a couple of no name vampires Elizabeth did not recognize, nor cared to figure out. They were not her targets for the evening, so they meant nothing to her in the grand scheme of things.

"Many people are there. And cameras. Like yours." A raspy, annoyed voice reported back, from directly behind her. Elizabeth turned around to feel the sting of Reynold's disapproval of his servitude before he was gone, the woman's blue hues turning to ice. She would deal with him later, Robert had her full attention. The woman moved from the altar and headed to the nearest fade portal, which would drop her off at a station. It was her favorite portal to use, but not the only one to be used by the woman. Once she stood on the train station surface, the woman's mind connected with her cellular device, then to her phone book and finally to the number she sought out. Are you busy tonight? If not, can you meet me at the bank in Newborough area? I only need but a few minutes of your time. A text came back instantly, agreeing to meet Elizabeth. Elise was a life saver, always trying to replace Elizabeth's old thrall, Lana.

Elizabeth moved to the bank she saw in the distance, and waited. Only she didn't have to wait too long before the dark haired woman showed up. "I need a favour. We need to walk in together some place. Only, you will be walking in...seen. Stay there for about twenty-minutes, pretending to be interested in something called Lux and then you can go home." Elise was all too happy to oblige in the request, swearing since the night she heard about Lana, that she would surpass Lana and become a better thrall then that of her predecessor. "Wonderful. Let us go then." The woman left the bank area, heading to the sanctuary with Elise besides her. "I am going to go invisible soon, but I will stay with thee the entire time. Do not stay long, nor get suckered in to whatever Lux is. Mister Pratt knows not what he speaks of, that I am certain of." If there was one thing Elizabeth knew, where there was a camera, there was a sensory. It was common logic of their kind, and even though reynold failed to admit that, Elizabeth would rather be safe, then sorry. Walking in together would hopefully trip the sensor at the same time, or just once, due to a lapse in retriggering itself. So the blonde woman hoped. "Good luck." Elizabeth said once the two of them came upon the building, the woman vanishing before Elise's eyes. As instructed, the thrall kept going, regardless of knowing where Elizabeth was. Once they were inside, Elizabeth moved away from the thrall and started to search around for Robert Pratt, leaving Elise up to her own demise.

[Robert Pratt]

Suzanne had been in and out a couple of times to ask questions, and each time she'd been in, Robert had paused his swim and helped her out. However, this time when she came in, she looked stressed and was covered in vomit.

"Robert. I'm sorry. But... I really need your help just now!"

Robert took note of the look on her face, the tone of her voice and the vomit on her clothes and nodded his head.

"Not a problem Suzanne. What's going on?"

He swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out as she told him about the drunk who'd come in and was causing issues, all while periodically vomiting everywhere. Robert decided that he needed seen to pretty quickly, so decided against showering, drying, changing - and simply grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist after a quick towelling off.

Hurrying behind Suzanne, she took him through to the main area to find the drunk who was busy raiding cupboards in the kitchen. Everyone else had moved away, giving him a wide bearth. Robert stood and watched him for a moment, before a look of recognition came across his face.

"WALTER!"

The drunk jumped and turned around, a sausage hanging from his mouth he'd been in the process of eating, and grinned.

"ROBBO! How *Hic* Are ya?!"
"Fine, fine. However, you - are a bit worse for wear eh? And giving my staff issues?"

Walter looked a little ashamed and just shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, least I'm not *hic* Half naked eh?"

Robert shook his head and closed the distance between them, putting an arm around the ragged, stinking man's shoulders and leading him away from the kitchen.

"Come on Walter. Lets take you upstairs, get you cleaned up and in bed so you can sleep it off. We'll talk about what went wrong tomorrow when you're a bit more sober."

Walter let himself be led upstairs by Robert, and into one of the bathrooms. Robert helped him undress and then turned the shower on once he was in there, ignoring the yelps and protests.

"You stay in there Walter. I need some clothes! I'll be right back!"

Sure that Walter would do as he was told, Robert exited the bathroom and made his way down to the changing rooms to fully dry off and dress so he could get back and help Walter out some more.

[Elizabeth]

Elizabeth saw the man she was looking for and by god was it a sight that would forever burn in the back of her mind forever. Seeing Robert Pratt like that was not something Elizabeth had thought she would ever seen, nor wanted to see. Her nose crinkled together, even though it would go amiss by everyone before she shook her head and decided to let the man go on his way. For now.

Instead, she wanted to check out the other rooms. The rooms she wasn't able to get to the night she broke in to the building. Elizabeth headed to the opposite direction that Robert Pratt went off in, deciding to keep herself as far from him as possible until she either found something, took it and would use it against him at some point down the road; or she found nothing and decided that irritated her and Elizabeth decided to make her presence known. Or at least that Robert Pratt was going to be the brunt end of a joke. Her joke.

Elizabeth moved through one room; an office of sorts. The woman looked around the room to see if there was anything lying out on table surfaces, before she moved around to a desk and decided to go ahead and attempt to break in to the drawers. Any drawer that was easily opened was checked, papers flying to the ground, and any that needed to be pried open, the woman attempted to do such a thing. By any and all means. Pulling at it, shoving items in the desk drawer to pull it open, anything.

This of course dropped her out of shadows, which Elizabeth was vaguely aware of. However, she was hoping that he was distracted by whatever was going on, that Elizabeth would have a few minutes to 'work.' When she found nothing, Elizabeth decided to leave the office, once again taking to the shadows to keep her presence unknown as the woman circled back to where Pratt was at, looked at the immediate surroundings and listened in on what was going on. She had time, she had to make everything...perfect.