Doc Doc Goose.

[Enzo Dragomir]

Chill air rushed him, sometimes in great roaring gasps, parting around his still form as he stood on the rooftop of Dragonal looking out over the nights neon landscape. He took another inhale of Sobrani and then flicked it over the edge that kept the height winds from sweeping a body straight over and down.

He looked toward the small service building next to the helipad, the quad of flashing lights that flickered LED blue every few seconds was interrupted only a few times as shadowed figures passed the alluring colour. The Sorc Squad, as he liked to call them in his mind. The smallness of the building was misleading, hidden in a back panel of the room, behind bits of equipment was another elevator that lead back down into the heart of the Necromancers territory. There was only one other way into the horrible decadence Dragonal sponsored down there, and he didn't believe anyone would want to take that route willingly... even the suicidal.

The Allurist wasn't surprised the magic was called on again for the night, times were tough here in the big HR, the city was near panic state and the military was a nightly presence in all their worlds. He knew that most were becoming used to it, he watched them become comfortable with the constant exposure... like sheep that became accustomed to the dogs that herded them, forgetting they were ultimately on the menu. He reached into his suit pocket, the Hermes he wore tonight was a true blue, nothing muddied in the colour to make you say... navy or black.... with rich magenta and silver tie flattering his olive skin tone with the reflections cast back up. Bertram never let him down when he stepped from shower to dress, and he knew the manservant had once again set the bar higher for everyone else.

Lighting another Sobrani as the last shadowy figure vanished into the maw, he looked back over the city, content to be left alone up here for the moment. He had things he needed to mull over and didn't want distractions forcing themselves upon him. Lorenzo was more than busy of late, his endeavors were all coming together, his race track, the whiskey bar... more his hobby businesses and a gentle reminder that Dragonal housed the every man's business as well as the large corporation it had become. The Fae were running rampant in town, doing God knew what and that pissed him off... what if they got the information he was searching for first? The little bastards needed nut cutting and soon... and he was moving his pieces on board to see the snip was as painful as possible. ******* fairies.

So it was with another flick of his wrist he pulled his phone out, thoroughly pissed off to be interrupted in such crucial times... but it involved his love, his Mortll and he was becoming more and more incensed each evening. Lorenzo Vaughn Dragomir, Childe of Nikolae Dragomir was not one to fall into petty jealousies, nightly chest puffings, or roars in the dark just so you didn't scream your fears... Enzo was the thing that made your fears... and readily so. He cared nothing for other vampires outside of his own. Cared nothing for the street licks and plebians who would never raise from thug, even with all the time in the world. **** them too. Hell if the masque came down... which he knew it would look around yourself...he'd help kill the vulgar bitches himself.

The Dragon had barely stepped foot into the renovated condo he and Mortll shared when she had told him she needed to tell him something. Mortll was never one to work herself up into vapors or need the proverbial fainting couch, fearless, beautiful, strong... guarded and delightfully multi-faceted... there were depths to her he was more than privileged to have been allowed to plumb and he looked forward to the continued unraveling. So when she had looked at him solemnly and then sat down beside him on the sofa to tell him of her last week of trials in the vampiric community, and that it had dared to show up on one of her businesses... well he was already pissed enough...

But then she had told him about the challenge to a duel made by Trahir Trahison... as that wasn't enough his woman was threatened, though yes yes she could take care of herself, Trahir had been using and toying with the beautiful Necromancer for more time than Enzo could longer allow. Lorenzo watched the Killer use his fiance and make demands that were beyond ridiculous.

Well that was just beyond redemption. No one used Mortll. No one.

His mind skipped over several scenarios until he latched onto one... one so devious it was almost too immoral for even him...

And then he texted Doc.

"Brother man, I need to meet you at Voodoo. Private booth. It's about the Traitor ****."

[Doc]

The city was in turmoil. The black market gun sales were through the roof. He had auctioned some weapon parts at a ridiculous amount and all of them had sold. The humans were paranoid about supernatural beings. Canada being what it was about gun control, the only quick way to get a gun was illegally. Doc smirked figuring that Mordi was making a ******* killing right now. Most people didn’t know how to locate the black marketeers, so they would opt for legal means. Slower to get, but the fear in the city was palpable and that made people willing to start the process as soon as possible.

Doc could tell it was only a matter of time before the city... and then the world would know about the existence of vampires. Currently the fear wasn’t completely targeted toward ‘vampires’ specifically. It was more at the supernatural beings, he had even heard that rumor that aliens that had come to earth in the guise of man. He had seen first hand evidence of the paranoia in his employees and businesses. His escort business had taken a huge hit. The only business coming in were from out of towners, who didn't know the lay of the land or the rumors that were running rife through the city. One of his girls told him that a John had actually wanted her to cut herself to prove she was human.

Even the lab had received calls about it. Did Genesis lab have a test that would prove whether someone was human or not. After a rather lengthy conversation with an overly upset business owner that was worried about his employees and the liability he might face if it turned out his company had hired a super-natural being or worse an alien, Doc tried to assure him, that a simple blood test should suffice. The next day, a courier van pulled up with 230 vials of employee blood samples from a local business. Other than the fact it was easy money, the results actually turned out to be quite enlightening. The blood of two of the employees showed the same markers that had been present in Dominiques blood. Paladin markers. The same markers that made Dr. Michael Porter salivate over.

His thought were cut short when Doc got the text the from Izzo and he shook his head. It seemed that Trahir was learning impaired. First he fucked with Minx, then Helena, and now he had pissed off Izzo. Doc smirked as he texted back.

*text* I will meet you there shortly.