Vs.

[Dominique]

If there was a good point to stop the reflection that Doc was putting the brakes on it would be right where he applied them. Not that the shadow was apprehensive at the story, which it was. A fractured fairytale of sorts. One that was wonderfully dark, twisted, tragic, with elements of the worst nightmares imaginable, moments that would inspire hope and even empathy for both. Yes. And there was an abundance of sacrifice and loss on both sides. Much of it bordered cruelty in order to be kind. It was a hard lesson to take and well delivered in hind sight. Few understood it and even less were privy to it as the two in the room were just made to be. Dominique was proud to the point it was considered close to a curse. Her history was flawed, her actions at times questionable and her decisions less than exemplary to those who felt the need to judge them. And she owned it. All of it. She alone was accountable and what Shadis and Trahir did not see was the blood that would always be on her hands for it. She saw it and it grounded her.

The brief pause that offered up silence had her eyes find Trahir. Warmth moved across her skin, her lips twitched lightly as the brief glimpse of what he could be found a way to break through. The heart of a paladin was dead but the marks would be eternal across her flesh where they stayed fixed. His gaze could not erase them, his will could not change her, his desire could not touch what she was and what she would be. Inked maps and stories vibrant in her skin, accounts of where she had been were no longer hidden and never were. It is how he found her, what started everything...everything that was not shared. It had no place except between them. Dark eyes narrowed back, more to fix and hold the gaze as the killer’s eyes shifted to the one who kept him happy in ways she never could or would. The contact of the two ceased and she shook her head slowly. It was a reminder of her past and her eyes rolled lightly back to her sire. There was a comfort found immediately.

Doc’s curiosity was something she shared once the question of Shadis and her turning was brought up. She was sure that given Shadis’ beautiful, graceful demeanor that hardly anything close to what she knew could happen would have been required in her embracing the existence all in the room shared. The answer appeared to be held back as the topic was glossed over as Doc would call it. She smiled just enough to convey an understanding that the beauty owed no one any answers she did not feel comfortable sharing.

“I am.”

Dominique’s eyes lifted as Shadis stood. She needed to step away and the energy was there lingering between the three that were left when she disappeared in search of what may or may not be in the car she mentioned. Normally she would have stood as well and pardoned herself and followed. An offer of support, assurance or even kudos for being in that room at all. However, Shadis had one that she was present for and the very one was in the shadow’s sights across the table. Hopefully Trahir would do the right thing. Right by Shadis.

[Doc]

Doc: Doc saw Shadis’ action of removing her hand, just after she had looked at the Traitor, he followed her gaze to note Trahir’s stare at Minx. He didn’t stop the smirk that briefly crossed his face. Trahir had it bad for Minx, and Minx was done. Perhaps that is why she asked him to be her plus one. He knew Minx wasn’t the sort to have the knock down drag out end it all now fight. No, she preferred to extricate herself from the situation and move on. He learned this about her, the hard way. He had tried to force issues with her, but she wasn’t one to do that.. Unless she went straight for her blade.

Doc’s face softened ever so slightly as he remembered seeing her in the bank. Minx was a paladin coming into her own. She handled a blade like it was an appendage, not a tool. The fluidity of her body when she struck, was an art all of its own. So small yet so powerful. And tenacious. She did not know how to give up. All the way to the end, she fought. And even after she had been turned, she fought. Her determination to be able to stand on her own, was clear for all to see. That was where he had to learn. She was not the sort to be told what to do or when. She was an adult and she would make her decisions, and if she was wrong, she owned them and moved on. It had taken him a while to realize that. Strong arming her would never work on her. He slid a look at the traitor, his thought wondering if Trahir ever realized his mistake.

Breaking from his reverie by Shadis standing, he realized he had missed what had been said. His gaze went to her face, and noticed again, not for the first time, how her eyes belied the smile on her face. What had he missed? Was it that Shadis just now realized Trahir still had the hots for Minx? He thought that had been pretty obvious all along, He followed Shadis retreat with eyes, as he telepathically spoke to Minx, and then looked at Trahir. “You should be more careful.. Women and jealousy.. Not a pretty thing.. “

[Cytherea]

Others often inquired into the relationship that Cytherea shared with her husband, for example; how on earth could someone so sweet, have ended up with a manipulative, psychotic, downright evil, twit. And it was pretty simple, she'd let him goad her right down the damn alter. This was often met with a chorus of sympathies, and looks that portrayed their sincerest regrets. But it was moot to offer such things, because in truth, Cytherea had enjoyed every second of their union. Doc, whilst a heartless shrewd nearly ninety percent of the time, gave her somethings no one else ever could. And perhaps that is where Elliot fell short of understanding, he who held the most opposition to their union. Maybe if he'd understood that they shared, his bitterness could finally melt away. But that too was a moot point now, her relationship with her sire and family was all by non-exinsistant. Elliot continued to sire new beings, whilst the current childer he had, barely seen him, at least in Cytherea's case. When was the last time they had actually spoke.

Appearing pensive to those around her, the allurist tried to rake her memory for the last encounter, only to be interrupted; ~I just met your sister.. She is entirely fuckable.~. First confusion filtered across her face, and then anger, the pen in her hand stood no chance against the force of her fury, snapping and splintering into tiny little pieces. Gasps drew her from her rage, golden irises falling onto one of the guards present in the room, his worried expression only adding fuel to the fire that Doc had now ignited. ''Are you okay?'' he asked, gaze falling to her hand that held her pen. Perfect. Doc's off swaning around with her sister, and she's sat here in a staff meeting? Doing his job? But she tried to think logically, he'd had probably just seen her in passing, and was attempting to draw an angered reaction from her. ''Yes, Clyde, everything is just fine. I just remembered I'd left the iron on. You know how Doc would react if I let the house burn down, so I'll be back shortly.'' And with that, she excused herself.

~You should ask your sister how she gets her lips to look so lush and kissable.~ Again he tried to goad her, but they had played this game far too many times before, for her to fall so willingly. Alright, you prick, two can play at that. All she needed to do was to locate him, simple enough task. So with that, she stood in her office, lashes fluttering shut as she concentrated; her tracker and seeker abilites had been had to grasp many months ago, but now she was confident, and it took almost no time to decipher his locations, and it wasn't in the streets like she had thought. Dread soon swarmed her stomach, making her feel sick. 'I swear to god, if she is in the same location, I'm going to break his damn neck...' she thought, her powers flaring as she tried to locate the only 'sister' who was currently awake. Shadis.

The clenching of her jaw was all the indication someone would need to confirm that she too was at Doc's location. A house. And with that, her imagination ran wild. Moving faster than she had in her entire life, Cytherea was out of the building, leaving behind confused staff and patients, perhaps even frightening them, but she didn't care. All that mattered right now, was turning up at that house and destroying Doc's little love tryst. The nerve of him, to tell her? What had he expected? 'Oh, that's alright honey, have a free pass?' 'Give her a good bang for me too, babe.'
An enraged growl vibrated from the pit of her stomach right up to her throat as she thought on it more, the raw fury burning through her veins, someone was dying tonight, and she didn't care who it was.

It didn't take long for her to arrive at the desired destination, and honestly, it baffled her. This was not Doc's sort of taste, but yet, he was in there, she could sense him, and ontop of that, his damn car was parked outside. That car, which he loved almost as much as his damn cat, which he certainly loved more than her. And she used the word love loosely, Doc was a grade A sociopath, love was not something he could ever grasp or understand. But he got anger. He got angry quite well. ''Lets see how this gets you going, honey,'' she said aloud. Doc probably hadn't even been aware that she had copies for nearly all of his keys, it had been simple enough to do, and it hadn't been malicious, more of a way that she wouldn't bother him. Unfortunately for Doc, he'd now encouraged her to use it against him. Slipping into the drivers seat she gently began to reverse the car, keeping the lights off, better not to alert them just yet.

For a split second, her anger cleared, reason trying to tell her that she should avoid this course of action, I mean, what good would it really do? And then a door opened, and a figure stepped out. It was her sibling, but it was the look that caused Cytherea's foot to press aggressively against the pedal; she'd looked flustered. Had her and Doc just engaged in something? Was she stepping out for some air to prepare for what was to come?
The car was in full throttle now, gravel shot in every direction from the sheer velocity of the machine as it neared the window, the light from within a shining beacon for where Doc probably was.

Pain was the only thing that registered now, her face planted against the steering wheel, her limbs throbbing with the force of the impact. It had been pretty perfect actually; the window had caved almost instantly as the car came rushing through it, and nothing before it stood a chance, sofa's, chairs, tables, they all crumbled, and even a wall or two had collapsed. See if he could **** his new play thing in this mess, she mused.
Wasting no time, and pushing her aches aside, Cytherea removed the keys from the ignition, and then herself from the car, her cold gaze searching for the culprit of this entire ordeal; Doc. Words couldn't describe the look on his face, and that made her laugh, a strange thing to do at this time. ''Have fun playing with those lips in this mess, you prick,'' she shot at him, her hand reeling back before she shot the keys at his damn face with almost equal amounts of force that the car had used. And with that she was leaving, or rather limping out the massive crater in the wall. He'd be lucky to come home and not find his clothes on fire, the asshole.

[Trahir Trahison]

Prophetic, Doc's words proved to be. As Shadis departs to take the air Trahir begins to rise, his lips parting to excuse himself so he can follow her out. Though he is an emotional cripple he understands that something is bothering Shadis and means to comfort her. He also wants her assessment of the two older vampires. He doesn't manage to get the words out before the peeling of tires on gravel and the roar of an engine halt him. She's leaving? This is worse than he thought... Except... the peeling isn't his beloved backing out of the driveway like a bat out of Hell. Not unless the house suddenly leaped into the path of the car.

The wall explodes inward suddenly, bringing into view headlights. Blinding headlights. In the split second before impact, Trahir's senses heighten. There's no way to escape the oncoming vehicle. The plaster wall is slowly buckling inward, old and weakened 4x4 posts disintegrate upon impact, he can see them spiraling through the air, accompanied by the glass from the window. He barely has time to cut his eyes toward his guests and see a blur of movement from the petite shadow before he feels the jarring blow from the machine as it hits him.

The momentum or the blow shatters things on his left side, he feels bones simply snap. The bumper hits his left side and the tire comes down on his leg, the momentum of the spinning wheels peeling the flesh of his thigh to the bone before shattering it. As the vehicle speeds past, flinging him to the floor in a crumpled heap he sees Doctor Nilson take the impact of the vehicle as well. The side profile of the driver comes into view then, Cythrea. Doc's wife. If this is an assassination attempt planned out by Doctor Nison it has to be one of the sloppiest and ill-conceived ones Trahir can think of. Instinctively he reaches for his gun with his left hand and a sharp pain lances through him. The arm doesn't move.

The woman steps out from the vehicle. Trahir half expects her to come out with guns drawn and finish him off but no... she flings her keys at someone while screaming... presumably Doc. It's hard to focus through the pain. With a snarl of enraged agony the Killer forces himself to his right knee, dragging his shattered leg leg behind him and pushes himself back against the closest wall. The usually calm Killer is nearly frantic with the feeling of helplessness and begins to draw on the powers granted by the Immortal Path to shrug off the damage to his leg.

At that moment he's too shocked and hurt to even speak.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

A breath pushed passed her lips as she approached her car, however, she heard the engine of another car whine into top gear as gravel spat out behind it as its wheels spun. Her wide brown hues watched as the car sped past her and she watched as it headed straight towards the house. Hands lifted to press to her lips as she watched the car smash through the window and wall. Her first thought was, ‘Who the hell did Trahir piss off now?’ That was until she noticed that it was Doc’s car that flew into the house and her thoughts suddenly turned to, ‘Who the **** did Doc piss off?’ Shadis didn’t know Doc well enough to even begin to guess and suddenly she realized that Trahir was still within the confines of the building. Panic shot to new heights and she found herself running back towards the farm house.

Who the **** is driving that car? She asked herself as heeled feet crossed over debris while her brown hues sort out Trahir. Her right hand reached out to lightly grasp at the destroyed wall while her left hand brushed black locks from her face. ”Trahir!” She called out before she spied him in the corner leaning against a wall. A hand pressed to her mouth once more as she spied the damage, but at least he was still alive. If she had a heart, it would be threatening to tear itself from her rib cage with fright. Her brown hues moved to the driver then as she watched the woman throw the keys at Doc's face. ”Are you ******* crazy?” She asked the other woman before she made her way through the debris so then she could reach Trahir. While she liked Dominique, she was more concerned for Trahir at that point.

The fledgling tripped, regained her balance, cursed the strange woman and the debris before she growled with anger and kicked the debris piece that she had tripped on, out of her way. What the hell did Doc do that lead up to the event that had the crazy ******* ***** crash a car through a bloody wall? Her hands reached out towards Trahir and they slid up along his arms as her brown hues sort out those icy blue ones. Shadis wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his head into the crook of her neck as she brought his form close to her own. She ignored his snarls, mostly because they didn’t frighten her because she knew that they were not aimed at her. The woman found that she felt helpless once more with the situation at hand. She couldn’t heal him even if she wanted to and she couldn’t do anything except hold him. The feeling of being helpless was strong, especially when Trahir was concerned and she swallowed it.

”I’m here, I’m here.” The fledgling said as she closed her eyes. It was at this point that she realized that there may be something that she could do, but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure. A hand drew down along the back of his neck as she released a breath. Shadis closed her eyes as she reigned her panic and fear under control. She forced herself to calm and focused upon her breathing even though it was unnecessary, but she found it easier to concentrate with. Finally, once she had been able to reign every one of her emotions under control, she drew upon the well of power within and felt it flow up along her arm and through her fingers where she felt skin underneath her tips. The Allurist could only hope that inspiring his gifts a little, would help the healing process. "I'm here..." She softly whispered to the killer within her arms.

[Dominique]

And awkward didn't even come close to describing what happened next. Profound were the words still left on her mind that her sire spoke. Women, jealousy and combined were never a safe combination to be left unattended. She was not able to ponder it, consider if it ever applied to herself. The glow of headlights were caught in her peripheral vision. Just like in a scene from some movie she fell asleep watching the bright lights came towards the very spot she was sitting in. A fragment of a second had her bargaining out whoever it was that was in control would abruptly stop. It was a farmhouse. Where else would there be to go?

The question was answered. Cat like reflexes had her body airborne. Out of the seat the shadow sprung to the opposite direction of the path that was all but immersed in the beams of light that bounced up and down. The wall exploded inward sending glass and debris at her as she dived. The bite of projectile shards was the only distraction from the unbelievable sounds of metal on brick and spin of tires on a inner floor.

The room became a blur of ceiling, destruction and black and white as her eyes found and pinned on her sire. Her body rolled in a tangle of ink and flesh limbs releasing minor amounts of the black blood that was to be expected from the penetrating small glass pieces she moved over. On her feet instantly she rushed towards Doc as the sounds of none other than Cytherea broke through the shock and sudden confusion that consumed those present in the room. The jingle of keys flying followed her message and left the shadows jaw dropping. Whatever Doc did it had to be warranting the reaction. His wife generally didn't crash his dinner parties in such extremes. A glance to Shadis tending to Trahir confirmed both of them would be just fine. That left her chocolate orbs to look over her sire with a bit of growing amusement.

“And you were saying?” She smirked readying herself to assist Doc as he would require. The fact it was about the hottest move she witnessed the woman making yet when dealing with her less than stellar husband was kept to herself until the dust settled. “You okay over there?”

[Doc]

Doc: The words had barely left his mouth when the room exploded and then fell on him. The explosion was still reverberating in his ears. One second he was sitting smirking and taunting Trahir, then next he was on the floor in pain and confused about what had just happened. Doc shook his head trying to clear his senses, and focus. Wincing as he tried to sit up, he could tell his ribs were crushed. He was barely in an upright position when he heard the Harpy he called wife, shrillly screeching at him as a flying projectile (that would later be recognized as his keys) connected with and nearly took out his eye.

His head hurt. Lifting a hand up to the source of the ache, he could feel a gaping wound in his scalp. That would need staples. Doc groaned as he moved a chunk of bricks off of him, and tried to stand. He didn’t make it. “That was a bit ambitious..” said to no one in particular. He sat there for a moment longer, just adjusting to the scene, when he heard the amused voice of his Spawn asking about him. “******* great.” He replied trying to be light-hearted, but it came out more like a gasp pain that it actually was.

On the one hand, Doc was secretly pleased at the outcome. If he wasn’t in so much ******* pain, he would have chased the Chain down and hugged her. He could not have planned this better! Trahir’s house was in ruins. The roar in his ears was subsiding, when he it dawned him, his beloved Vanquish was sitting in the living room. “What the ****!? That is my ******* CAR!” He groaned as he stood up, immediately bracing himself by holding on to the hood of his car, “Where did she get keys to my ******* car?!”

Doc assessed the damage to his car. “****. Look at her…” His voice was dejected, as he gave Minx a look, “She tried to kill my car..” He caressed the hood. “We’ll will fix you baby.. Don’t you worry.” He told the car. “Damn *****.. A man’s car is supposed to be off limits. Poor Baby..” He just shook his head in disbelief. He limped toward Minx, “You can fix her.. right?”