A meeting of Dragons... and Doctors [open]

[Doc]

Although his gaze rested on the couple, Doc’s thoughts were not about the couple, rather, he was keying in on the iterations of his plan to decimate Bill Johnson, while leaving him alive as an example. That is .. once he found Bill Johnson. That would go much faster, if he could speak to Mortll, but she seemed ...preoccupied. One of the major ifs, was whether the john was a local or vacationer or business traveller. Should he be a traveller, it would make things that much harder for him to be used as an example; however easier to make sure Bill Johnson would never hit a woman again, and it would involve Bill’s biceps tendon.

His lips quirked into a decidedly malevolent smirk, as he contemplated Bill’s less than productive life after Doc was finished with him. Yes Bill Johnson would rue the day he raised a hand to Sparkle. Wound for wound will be the cost the Mr.Johnson would pay. A few quick cuts, and not only would Mr Johnson be neutered, but his ability to throw a punch would be gone along with his ability to run. Yes by the time Doc was done with him, Mr. Johnson would be a pathetic cripple. And Mr. Johnson would remember every time he took a step, tried to raise a cup of tea to his lips, that it was his own actions brought him to the sorry pathetic crippled state he was in.

And thus, the end result had been decided. Working backwards from the end result, Doc plotted the path back to the beginning. There would be iterations. Deviations or branches that could occur, but until he found Mr. Johnson, it would all be thought and thought only. Once Mr. Johnson was located, it would still take time to follow him, to find his pattern, his routines and his weaknesses. Everything brought him back to here. The Voodoo Cafe. This is where the John admitted to Sparkle that he got her number. She said she believed him because his initial call came up as originating there. Sparkle had taken the call thinking it was a girlfriend calling to get a ride.

The Voodoo was Mortll’s business; and he knew she kept camera’s at all her businesses. Doc was also aware of the time of the call that was placed to Sparkle.. All he needed now was a face. A face that could possibly be found on Mortll’s closed circuit… Provided she and her boy toy planned to be finished anytime this decade.

[Mortll]

Mortll glanced up at Doc He seemed a bit agitated not his normal visit to relax or be alone. Well her days of being readily there for him were very much over. If it concerned her he would have to reach out and make a effort . She smiled at the man across from her . " It is very good to have new Dragomir in the city especially ones that are family oriented unlike most of us ." She smiled " Mr. Vaughn would you do the honor of dancing with me ?" She hoped the young gentleman knew how to dance .

[Enzo Dragomir]

Enzo watched the by play between the man and Mortll showing nothing of the quizzical bent his mind was taking. It really was none of his business whatever was going on between them other than how it effected his relationship with his family member. Aware the Dragoness was playing two games with two separate rules his admiration went up another notch. It amused him to carry on for her, he had nothing but respect for people that were actually talented at the manipulation game. It was so rare anymore, all thug this and hit that... how anyone was shocked this city ran on autopilot and badly at that, was beyond his understanding. For him it was very simple really. There were too many Soldiers and not enough Don's... though he had noted everyone thought they should be the Don. From the street. In gang colours. Doing nothing but swinging at each other.

Well, it left the game wide open for those like him. So no matter.

Enzo didn't see things in the now, he viewed things in the long term... planning every step of the way, every contingency, every side step or what if. When you had as long to live in one place as he did, you either prepared your kingdom and then ruled it, or you died. Simple.

He had no plans to allow the latter. So he smiled a pirates smile, his swarthy complexion and mother's Italian good looks sweeping him into a half bow as he stood and offered Mortll his hand, "I would be honoured to dance cara mia." placing his hand upon the small of her back, his fingertips pressing lightly into the sensitive flesh just above the rounded perfection of her heart shaped cheeks, his other hand curling around hers as he spun her into the beginnings of a tango. Pulling her close to his body he looked down and locked gazes with her, his 6"4 frame easily falling into the master position as he dipped her down, fingers caressing up the length of her thigh to hold her ankle up over his shoulder.

Lips curved into a familiar lusty smile, his hand slipped back down as he raised her, immediately spinning her into a beautiful stretch, then pulled her back to his front, the backs of his fingers slipping with exotic grace down the side of her neck as his eyes followed, dark and smouldering with the scent of her...

"Mia bella..." he whispered against the slope of her well turned shoulder, "These games that you play... the fire you are touching... let it burn to your liking." Enzo's voice crooned against her ear, the rich timbre of it held a trace of some unrecognizable emotion, barely restrained and dangerous. Delicious.

He spun her out from him then, his feet easily moving to place his thigh between hers, moving her toward her second game, dancing her just past the man's table before once more lowering her into a dip, his lips barely stopped at hers. And then he grinned.

[Merry (DELETED 7994)]

Outfit

Merry had been adjusting to being able to teleport again, her body reeling as she landed outside the establishment. "Oh, goodness." She swooned, leaning into the wall to steady herself. Her Mortll was here, inside, and she was determined to spend time with the woman. Teleportation meant she was there in an instant, and after a few moments to ease the dizziness she was walking through the door. She was beginning to regret her overly tight outfit, why she had ever agreed to let Zo pick something out Meredith didn't know. Perhaps her time in the shadows really had screwed with her brain. Who actually just wore a catsuit around town? Merry did, apparently and even she was beginning to realise it wasn't normal. A quick look around and a smile to a familiar face earned her a finger pointing in the direction of the one she called sister. Mortll was in the private club, of course she was and Merry would not be far behind.

The Romanian beauty slipped passed the people milling around the cafe, careful not to make contact, curving her body as far away as she could for touching people still brought her fear. Fear they would fall down in pain, writhing, dying from the brush of her fingertips. Curses be damned, she was tired of curses and humans were too damn delicate. She made her way into the private club, letting her eyes adjust to the scene before her and found it surprising.

Enzo. The newer Dragon she had met recently was dancing with Mortll, a passionate, impressive dance that had Merry watching eagerly. She wanted to dance suddenly, to throw out her arms and spin around, to sway and dip her frame in time with the music. Instead she stood still, those blue, Dragon pupil eyes darting around the room. There was another watching, an older gentleman with a familiar face, a friend of Mortll's she believed. Merry began to edge her way around the room, working towards that man, as if he were a safety point. Probably completely wrong. As she got closer she recognised him, Doc, the one she owed a bundle of ears to. He looked deep in thought but she was unprepared to wait alone, amongst strangers."Doc, da? It seems my Mortll is busy!" Meredith gestured to empty seating around him, "Can I stay with you until she is done? I can be the mouse, quiet!" A strange request, but Merry was at times rather strange.

[Doc]

Oh Great. Mortll was in the mood to play with her Boy Toy. Doc recognized that look. In fact he used to enjoy it when she got that look and gave it to him. It usually ended in a marathon session of sex. Well ****, his night was about to be wasted, but at least Boy Toy would be sated. Perhaps he should address his need in writing. A polite, business worded request, for a few minutes of her time to discuss an issue.

Doc’s reverie was broken by an accent that was reminiscent of Russian, the immediate thought through his mind was that ****-for-brains had returned. He turned his full unwavering gaze to source of the accent. And as she continued speaking, he realized it may not have been a Russian accent, and she definitely wasn’t Ivy. He relaxed ever so subtly. He had already calculated how quickly he could pull his weapon and put a bullet into Ivy’s left eye, however, it was now a moot point. It was not Ivy standing by his table asking to join him.

Letting his gaze travel over the dark haired female clad in a skin tight catsuit, he couldn’t help but noticed her rather pleasing attributes. But he was at a disadvantage, she knew him, but he had no clue who she was. A quick flick of his eyes at Mortll, because the female referred to her as ‘my Mortll’. So this entrancing female knew him and she wanted to wait with… him… until Mortll was free. It caused him to quirk an eyebrow. No one who knew him peripherally, was eager to spend time with him, and yet here she was, asking for just that..

“You have me at a disadvantage. You appear to know me, yet I regretfully do not know you.” He paused, “Did we share an illicit moment that I have forgotten?” He leered openly at her, “Because if so.. I think we need to revisit that moment..” he glanced toward Mortll and then back to her, “I do not think Mortll will be done any time soon..” He gave her a crooked knowing smile.

[Mortll]

One thing she could say Enzo Vaughn was an accomplished dancer. Their bodies moved smoothly together. She enjoyed anticipating and matching his every move. She had not danced like this since Doc. The Dance was a challenge you had to keep up and match your partner and improvise at the last second. Mortll loved it .

The dance came to a end the final dip Mortll outstretched her arm extending it fully and wrapped her leg around Mr. Vaughn's torso. As she threw her head back the sight that encountered her vision was not the one she had expected. She had expected to see Doc glowering at the dancing couple or at least sitting there with a look of indifference on his face . That is not what met Mortll's upside down glance.

He was glowering all right but it was at the busting Cleavage of her sister Merry, who wore a cat suit like it was a second skin. Mortll quickly up righted herself and smoothed down her skirt . With a sheepish grin she thanked Mr. Vaughn for the dance and turned to the table . "Merry" she moved quickly outstretching her arms and embracing her sister totally ignoring Doc. "Its so good to see you out , are you finding everything ok? How are you feeling ? " She fished out a key from her pocket and thrust it at the woman " This is to Dragons Rose you come stay there anytime Its my family home " She smiled warmly at the women then she remembered her manners she had just left Mr. Vaughn standing here ... " Ohhh this is Enzo Vaughn he is a Dragomir ." She motioned her dance partner over. "Mr.. Vaughn This is my Sister Merry and she glanced over at Doc and this is Dr. Charles Nilson. Her plotting to have Doc come to her totally forgotten with having her sister here .

[Enzo Dragomir]

Enzo lifted Mortll easily back to her feet, his fingers lingering on the curve of her hip for just a moment before releasing her. Her quick turn of thought was apparant as she was off and moving toward the table housing the gentleman game number two. Shaking his head with an amused half smile, he followed her to her destination, curious despite himself what was going on between them.

Taking his gaze from fond indulgence as he watched Mortll, his smile grew as she turned and introduced him to Merry. "Yes, I've already met your beautiful sister." he said before taking Merry's hand and sweeping it up into a familiar kiss, an audacious wink over her curved knuckles was shared and he let her hand slip slowly from his grasp. "How does the night find you cousin?" he asked, helping her to sit, then Mortll was made comfortable in another seat. finally he turned once the formalities were done and extended his hand to the good Doctor. "A pleasure to meet you. Enzo Vaughn Dragomir. Childe of Nikolae Dragomir." his grip was firm and dry, full of self confidence and genuine pleasure at meeting yet more denizens of the city he was doomed to live in forever.

Taking his own seat, he waved toward a waiter and ordered another bottle of arbour vitae, thoroughly addicted to it now. He would definitely be purchasing as much as he could get his fingers upon. He waited until glasses were poured, lifting his own while leaning back comfortably, keeping his thoughts to himself as he waited to see what developed. He would be shocked if it wasn't vastly amusing and full of potential... just look at them.

Enzo hoped there would be a massive dry cleaning bill in his future. You just couldn't claim a good night without it. And by the scowling face of the Doctor it was goinig to be a doozy of a ticket.

Fantastic.

[Merry (DELETED 7994)]

Merry gave her best impression of a bright smile, trying to mask her confusion at his talk of illicit moments."I don't know you either, I have just seen you! You know Mortll. My name is Meredith... Or Merry. Not Merry Death anymore, though, please I do not like it so much." She considered presenting her hand, others did that didn't they, but decided it best not to risk it. She was sure he was vampyre as she was but did not want to inadvertently cause him harm. "I'm sorry, what do you mean illicit moments?" His eyes on her were slightly unnerving, he looked like he was hungry perhaps, or constipated. Her own gaze followed his to where Mortll was, the dance slowly coming to an end, she'd figured he might be right but the woman had spotted her and was marching over like she were on a mission.

Her arms embraced her sister as she was pulled closed, fumbling with the key that was shoved at her. "Oh... Oh ok, da, i'll come visit?" As Mortll began her introductions Merry wiggled her fingers at the Dr. "Doctor... " And Enzo, she knew Enzo already as the naughty one, the trouble. He was speaking this before she could, stepping in close and gently taking her hand, bringing it to his lips. This time though she did not flinch away shyly, or from fear, he had already touched her and he was safe. Merry giggled sweetly, bowing her head and giving a little curtsy to the handsome man. "Ah, my trouble, you are making your way through family I see?" A wink of her own was returned, she wasn't sure she was making a comment worthy of a wink but the man seemed to like them.

Before she was helped into her seat she brushed the briefest of kisses to each of his cheeks, a thank you and greeting rolled into one, Merry lowering gracefully to sit. Once more the eyes that fell on her made her feel like she had made a terrible outfit choice, the woman finding her fingertips lifting to toy with the zip idly, considering pulling it higher but figuring it made little difference. The famous blood wine was poured, and Merry lifting hers. "To friends old and new, to lineage and naughty dragons." A glance to Enzo, a coy smile. They would be good friends, she hoped, good cousins.

[Doc]

With an inward sigh, Doc realized he wouldn’t be having any fun tonight, since Mortll all but took over his table companion and then completely ignored him except for a half assed backhanded introduction that was easily overlooked.. Oh yes.. The dark eyed female with the deep endless pools of liquid chocolate, tried to introduce him, but it was ignored by all. Completely ignored. It wasn’t the dark enchantress fault. Oh no. It was Mortll’s and her new Boy Toy.. who was named..’Enzo.’ Fine. He had been regulated to nothingness. He was used to that. He should have been used to it. He had expected better from Mortll, but **** Him… he didn’t deserve her to do better; so the fact she relegated him to ‘nothing’ position hurt. He understood. But it still hurt. Not that he let it show, because he refused to let it show.

The dark enchantress, who he now learned was named ‘Merry’; she was somehow related somehow to Mortll. Well double **** him. Not only was he not getting laid, he was going to have to be on on his ******* best behavior to come out of this unscathed.. F-U-C-K Him.

Sure Doc had been irked when Mortll and her Boy Toy had been strutting across the floor, all, but having sex in front of all the patrons and himself. But when he learned it was a family thing. And it was, then he understood. He realized it was linage thing. Every lineage had their own quirks and foibles. And what others might think were faults, were boons to others.It was at this point that Doc realized that no one, in Mortl’s lineage would ever respect him. It had been a grim realization, but one that needed to happen,

Mortll had probably filled their ears with what a ******* asshole ******** he was. And even if she hadn’t, it was clear by her absent and dismissive introduction of him, that she considered him less than appropriate for family introduction. Mortll had rank and seniority enough, that the mere inflection of her voice could influence them as to one way or the other.

Doc watched as Enzo carefully seated Mortll in a seat, and then took one himself, beside her. Very close beside her. **** him. Doc counted to ten, and then slowly let his breath out. He was happy for Mortll. Of course he wa. He would not make her look less in front of others. After all, how many times had he defended her to Ty? But it was no matter. They were not intimate or anything closely resembling it. It was only right he abide by the old time rule. After all had anyone directed anything, a conversation, a question; a comment to him? No.

Thus kept his counsel to himself. Doc would say nothing until it was asked of him. And even then, his answers may not be what anyone wished to hear.

[Mortll]

Mortll had spent many long nights with Doc just talking, many subjects had came up and Merry and Perry had been one of them . She knew he must know the story but it seemed that his level of self absorption and whatever thing had brought him to the Voodoo to seek her out was weighing on his mind . Judging by the scowl on his face he was two seconds from either loosing his cool or leaving. He clearly did not realize exactly who Merry was.

Mortll held Merry back looking her over she looked well. "No mam you can live there if you wish there are plenty of rooms and space. You are my family." She turned her attention to Doc "Doc this is my sister Merry she was the one I told you I thought would never be back . Its a bit of a miracle that she has returned she was lost in the fade totally untraceable I thought she was gone for good. We still do not now how she found her way back." she looked back at Merry "I'm damn glad she did though "

"Merry Doc is " she paused a moment "Doc is my ex he's a great guy top notch surgeon even for our kind " She gave Doc a smile maybe it would lessen the scowl on his face . She was well aware that she was the one that had put it there . Maybe that was something but knowing Doc she had just not been at his beckon call and it had messed up his plans.