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The young Killer frowns at his phone. Around him some sporadic bids were cast on the last vampires being auctioned off. His sole bid on Mortll had been enough to discourage other potential takers but as usual Trahir found himself looking at a message which bespoke of the irritation of others at his actions. It's not the first time. Trahir, sociopath, megalomaniac and self-proclaimed aristocrat has been making these faux pas on a fairly regular basis of late. It is beginning to irritate him. It seems every time he is contacted it is a new problem. He plans on resolving that little issue shortly.

Hm, well, seems playtime is over for now... he thinks to himself.

The message was plain. He was through at Lancaster's for the evening. He rises to his feet as he is announced the winning bid on the vampiress before him on the stage. A vampiress he was familiar with, his blade intimately so. He wonders if she remembers him from the Blood Sport event. He is new as far as the dead go, an unknown quantity still in Harper Rock. Those few that are even aware of his presence thus far know of him only because of him either hunting with them, or him hunting them themselves with Tytonidae.

He glances once toward the others as his initial bids on them are one-upped with regret. He would very much have enjoyed adding them to his plans over the next few weeks but alas... he must honor the decisions of those above him. His betters. One does not bite the hand that feeds after all. The thought grates on him. He feels restricted, caged.

He reaches into his pocket and wordlessly steps to Mortll, handing over a rectangle, a card. The card though is not paper, it is made of some type of leather, tan/peach in color and the phone number is sewn in with what looks like hair. Careful examination will reveal this card to be made of human skin and hair.

The auction far from over, the Killer simply turns and makes his way to the door at that point without a backward glance.

His webphone casts a cold light across his face as he walks out into the night scowling. He plans on hunting, that always improves his mood. Hopefully when his purchase contacts him he will be in better temperament.

Mortll was enjoying the night she had seen these auctions before but had never participated. There always seemed to be some sort of drama going on in her life to prevent it . This year was no different but she had just said screw it all and took her chances .

She remembered the man that had purchased her ... She knew he was with Ty but why was he interested in her She hoped he did not have any ideas about another blood hunt. She had to be in the right frame of mind for that and well if it were him alone she doubted he would be a match for her . She had been around since the Elders had first restarted spawning the vampiric race back into existence . She had not seen this Vampire around until the blood hunt leading her to believe he was fresh meat .

When he approached her after the sale she couldn't help but appraise him yes just as she thought he was fresh meat . He carried himself with a arrogance about him . She could not help but smirk as he approached She was half expecting him to say something as he came near but he simply handed her a card ... well she used the term card loosly this was more a work of art .... she ran her thumb over the material as she watched him turn and leave She reconized it for what it was after all she worked with it daily .... Waste not want not she thought to herself she checked the bill of sale and her contract Then went to find a quiet place to make a phone call .

Hello Mr Trahison?

He normally doesn't answer his phone, allowing each call to go to voicemail so he can decide whether or not the caller is worth the time to speak with. As his nights go on it seems he returns less and less calls. This one however is expected.

The vampire is resting, glutted with fresh, stolen vitae flowing through his dessicated veins slowly, languidly circulating more due to minute muscle movements than anything else. His heart beats no longer. Such a waste of all the long hours of cardio he had done as a human. If he hadn't erased that part of his existence from his memory long before now it may upset him on some level.

He takes the time to inhale slowly, filling decrepit lungs with air in order to speak, the only reason to breathe now is for this purpose and then answers the phone. "This is Trahir, to whom to I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

He already knows the answer to the question posed, but decorum and civil niceties must be observed in his eyes. They are the only things separating them from savages as near as he can tell. At least the vampires who actually serve their purpose as predators on the human populace among which they dwell. Others of course serve no purpose othrr than entertainment at best and antagonists at worst.

A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, the vampire awaits the forthcoming introduction.

"This is Mortll " Her voice had a pleasant tone to it that could change at the drop of a dime. She supposed she should be nice to this fellow he did just drop $85 thousand on her and charity. " You just purchased me at the charity auction ,Where would you like to meet to discuss what you would like to do or services you would like rendered for the 3 days of our contract " Mortll was always straight to the point she felt that pussyfooting around things and not telling someone exactly what you wanted or needed got you in a **** load of grief.

This guy from what she could tell wasn't shy or lacking in manners he was well dressed and she had caught something that most vampires these days hid very well but he didn't quite seem to want to hide it ... it was a sense of danger. She could almost smell the death exuding from him it wasn't because he was dead or the fact she remembered him having his go at her in the blood hunt it was a general way that one carried themselves.

Mr Trahinson had defiantly caught her interest and she was going to find out exactly how Dangerous he really was .

He had already thought of this. Of course he had. The Killer had been pulling strings together to form a web to ensnare a certain fly for weeks now. Each step calculated and planned, with the exacting care and logic only a sociopath was capable of. Mortll had been a calculated bid, part of this large plan, but he had almost been derailed by word coming down the pipeline. Fortune had smiled on him though again and his solitary bid had stood.

"I was thinking we could meet at Walnut Grove, I have a lovely farmhouse there. It's on Plot 6. Pleasant neighbors. Recently I put a car into the automobile show at the Groom Center. If you wouldn't mind perhaps swinging by and picking it up on the way over after the showing is through? It's a Rolls. Silver. It will be difficult to miss. I'll call ahead and authorize you to pick it up if you would be so kind. She handles very well."

Trahir steps out onto his balcony and looks out over the lights of the city of Harper Rock from his 20th floor apartment in West Tower. "We can discuss what your capabilities are at that point and determine exactly what the three nights will entail. It will be nothing beyond your comfort level I am sure madame. From what I have heard of you you are the kind of lady a gentleman such as myself would like to have on their side."

Mortll listened and jotted down the farm house number and a few other notes as she listened. The corners of her mouth turned up into a wicked little grin when he mentioned Picking up his Rolls Royce. The last time she had driven one was almost 3 years ago and the cars owner had white knuckles and swore he would never ride with her again. She couldn't quite blame him since she had taken the beast of a car into a empty parking lot and did a few 360's with it .

Mortll raised a eyebrow as he finished speaking If someone was interested in having someone on their side it usually meant a few things either they were always finding themselves in trouble or they were always causing trouble. Mortll thought that it was probably the later of the two she was sure to find out. "I can pick up your car. I have one in the show myself. I will meet you at your Farm in 2 hours if that is fine with you. " Mortll didn't wait for a reply she was short on time. She went to her closest of many places around the city and picked up a few extra weapons , then headed to Groom Center.


She had no problem acquiring the car He was true to his word about calling. She slipped behind the wheel she revved the engine a few times to the dubious glances of the attendant that had handed her the keys to pull out of the garage . She slowly pulled out until she was clear of the doors then she popped the brake and laid down on the gas doing a first class peal out. She could see the guy shaking his head as he lowered the garage door.

She rolled down the windows and unpinned her hair from the stylish up do she had donned for the auction to let her hair blow free in the wind . She hadn't noticed the guy in the red mustang that had pulled up next to her until he revved his engine and cat called her. She shot him a bird and revved the engine of the rolls it purred quietly next to the roar of the mustang . Soon as the light turned green the massive beast of Rolls Royce shot forward hitting 60mph in 6 seconds she had a good jump on him leaving him far behind. She could hear the scream of the mustangs motor as he tried desperately to keep up.

Mortll turned the wheel sharply and pulled the parking break sending the huge car into a tail spin as she slid around a sharp corner and straightened out the wheel hitting the gas to come out of the 90 degree turn. She hoped Mr Trahison kept his tires rotated because she sure as hell was putting some wear on them .

She pulled into Walnut Grove and looked for Lot 6 she pulled into the long dusty drive "What the hell a car like this on a dirt drive ?" she mumbled to herself She parked the car in front of what looked like well a old farm house that looked as if it had been ripped straight from the Louisiana backwoods. Mortll smiled to herself this man was getting more interesting by the minuet. She eased out of the car shutting the door quietly as she looked around curiously .

Trahir Trahison: From behind a veil of old and tattered curtains, the young vampire watches the 1925 Rolls approach. Looking at the moon on its trek across the nighttime sky he gives a slight nod to himself, noting the woman's punctuality. Trahir appreciates things like that. It shows that someone is worth spending time on. It shows effort and a consistency that appeals to the anachronistic sociopath.

He steps over to the front door, adjusting his tie. Tonight Trahir is wearing a rather expensive navy blue Hugo Boss suit, beautifully tailored to fit his muscled physique, with a black shirt and tie, a golden clip keeping it tight to his chest. His cufflinks are gold to match the clip and are in the shape of owls.

A red handkerchief pokes out from the left breast pocket of the suit jacket. Even in fashion, Trahir believes in some modicum of practicality. It wouldn't do to wipe blood from one's lips with a white handkerchief. That would be... gauche.

Opening the heavy hardwood door he steps out to greet his guest and temporary employee with a welcoming smile that doesn't even remotely touch his dead blue eyes. "Miss Mortll, you are looking exquisite this evening. Thank you for retrieving my car. I trust you found the place alright?"

He steps down off the porch as he heads in her direction, stopping a few feet away and giving a formal bow. "I am Trahir Trahison, we were not formally introduced of course during the Blood Sport event."

Mortll : Smiled as the well dressed Vampire approached her. She had no problem finding the place but that was just small talk and she always took flattery as a grand form of ******** until she really got to know a person . She addressed the genuine words spoken out of his mouth.
“No Mr Trahison we were not formally introduced but I do believe that you introduced yourself quite thoroughly on that occasion “ She put a smile on her face they called it a sporting event but it was more a self test of endurance for Mortll she had failed miserably on her concealment from the hunters it took them a mere 5 hours to find her it took them almost 5 to kill her.

She would test her skills against them again if asked but a few things would be changed especially the part about not knowing exactly who her opponents were going to be. Heading into such a thing blind had been her mistake and that is one thing she tried to never repeat.
She smiled as she offered the man her hand to shake . “I'm yours for the next 3 days What do you have in mind ?’

[color]Trahir Trahison: [/color] Trahir looks at the hand proffered to him a brief instant before reaching out, his thumb and forefinger coming together with her fingers in between and he brings
her hand to his lips lightly. "A pleasure to meet you under less auspicious circumstances."

Releasing her hand he takes one small step backward and gives the woman before him a scrutinizing once-over. "I'm not too familiar with your skillset actually. Being fairly new to the blood I haven't had the time to familiarize myself with many of the city's inhabitants."

This is not entirely true of course. He has some intelligence on many of the vampires of Harper Rock due to his association with Tytonidae. "I do admit to being intrigued at the prospect of having one of my havens redesigned, perhaps a shadowgate opened here at the farm nightly, inspiration if you are capable."

He pauses and thinks a moment. "Are you perchance a ritualist, crafter or metalworker?" Possibilities are opening up in his mind. Not the least of which is using Mortll in a scheme he has been hatching for some time. That will have to wait though as he has other, more mundane plans for her at the moment and he needs a firmer grasp on her personality before risking introducing her to his twisted little games.

He watches her expectantly as he finishes speaking.



Mortll : Mortll used restraint in not pulling her hand back sharply she let it drop easily to her side when he let it go. He was quite handsome and if she thought for one instant that his flattery was genuine there would be no problem. Mortll was a student of humanity or inhumanity in this case, and the charm he was exuding with his body did not quite reach his eyes. She had a good feeling that she was in for more than she bargained for with this one . “ Well i am fully capable of inspiration and shadow gates. I am a home designer this was on my card and i am a ritualist. You may have heard Pi mention that i was good at outsourcing things and finding the right people for the right job. I have been in the city for quite awhile now and try to keep in the know of things. I used to help run a guild when warring amongst our kind was prolific and not many had learned the skill of healing. I would coordinate mass healings and such for those in need of it. The guild is pretty much defunct now because many have improved their skill set. Why do you ask about rituals Mr Trahison?”

Trahir Trahison: "I have had a violent intruder recently. During my travels throughout the city I came across two men arguing. I decided to investigate and found them arguing over a book. They seemed to be having a half-hearted tug of war over it. I ran through them, grabbing the book and claimed it for myself. The resistance I felt wasn't from the humans. I believe it was from a ritual the tome contains. I am a student of the occult being what I am, but a ritualist I am not. I've been told the rite contained within is called Eirene's Will. When I next have my overly violent guest over I would like to have that ritual cast over my property. I've been teaching some lessons in how to act civilized to another vampire. She hasn't always taken kindly to the idea."

A mild understatement to say the least. The lessons are not simply on being civilized, they are direct retaliations for an initial attitude that displeased the Killer exacerbated and compounded by the violent reaction to his counterstroke.

And he would be supping with the vampiress who had so efficiently earned his attention and ire in mere hours.

"Are you familiar with the ritual? If so, what totems would you need to have to perform it?"


Mortll: Now that peaked her curiosity Imagine that this ohhh so outwardly charmer had wrinkled some vampiress to the point of her physically harming him she could see it with his smug demeanor. Mortll liked confidence in a person but when one wore it arrogantly especially in the vampire community they were soon to find themselves shot between the eyes and having to shake off a massive head wound for a week. He reminded her of a younger version of Doc slightly though Doc had mellowed a bit and had learned much with experience His arrogance was quite flexible when needed.


Mortll studied him for a moment “ This ritual prevents a person from physically harming another person, it also prevents one from using any powers or abilities they may have acquired that use the energy of the fade, However if they have say skills of building traps or bombs or any of that sort you may find it totally lacking in protecting you.” She appraised the man quickly, with a little smile on her face “Too bad you're not a allurist or have learned any of their skills You could just simply pacify the young lady into submission or at least keep her from blowing your head off.
The ritual in question takes Hawk`s Eye,Antique, Greater Mooncalf Bone,Paladin Blood, Sorcerer Blood, Bishop`s Weed . I have most of these items in stock though i am running short on the Greater Mooncalf Bones i have not found myself in a Raid recently. Do you mind me asking who wishes to harm such a perfect countenance ?“

Trahir Trahison: "One of the spawns of your ex actually. Jane "Dominique" Doe." The words throw out in a manner so offhand that he may well have said it was a harmless three year old toddler. Trahir doesn't dismiss the threat Dominique could and very much does pose to him, he simply is incapable of fear. Incapable of any true emotional response for that matter.

He doesn't mention that he has bridged to Allurist but refuses to learn Pacification out of the belief that it takes the fun out of an encounter when the danger is removed. He enjoys the mental chess game between predator and prey much too much to water it down with such a blunt tool. That and the fact that he wants to beat Jane with his mental faculties entirely coupled with the belief that he is superior enough not to need such an ability makes his attaining it nearly impossible.

He would prefer to outsource such matters when needed.

"I believe you are familiar with her. She owns the farmhouse across the way there to the north."

His hand waves in the direction he mentioned dismissively. He will have the remainder of the evening to do with Miss Doe when she comes for dinner shortly. For the moment he is more interested in Mortll. He tells her as much. "The present company is what is on my mind at the moment however. Miss Doe is an issue for another time. She is going to be stopping by for a glass or two of vitae later this evening."

His eyes meet hers, pale blue irises surrounding hollow voids that seem devoid of any soul within. "I would hear more about you, Miss Mortll, if you don't mind. Please," he says, motioning to a table on the porch with two chairs. "Make yourself comfortable and I will fetch us something to drink."

With that he offers her his arm for the brief stroll to the porch. His eyes still locked to hers.




Mortll: Mortll’s expression did not change as he spoke she never really showed any emotions only to those she trusted and even some of them had let her down terribly to the point that she did not trust anyone. She took in everything he was saying quietly without speaking though. Her mind had went to one thought and Mr Trahison would definitely not like what her current line of thought was.

She took the arm that was offered to her, this man was a true predator and she felt suddenly as if she may be his next victim. She was sure that he had done his research on her asking his Ty friends everything that they might know some thought they knew a lot. There was only one that truly did she did not know if he would actually talk about her spill her secrets out like a fountain to flood this man's mind with knowledge of her. She hoped not but if she found he had Mortll would be paying Doc a visit. There were a couple of ways to find out what he might know one was to snoop inside his head the other to flat out ask him Mortll prefered the latter “ So Mr Trahison “ she said as she took the offered seat “ What do you already know and what do you wish to know about me ?”

Trahir Trahison: A perfectly rational question to ask. The vampire isn't surprised at the question being posed, more at the abruptness of it. He has spent too much time in polite company as they call themselves, the charity balls for the nouveau riche of Harper Rock, functions where every question and statement had two or three hidden meanings and the color of corsage a woman wore held intimate secrets about her mood and thoughts. The bluntness of speech exercised by the walking dead of the city had never much caught on with Trahir.

Trahir Trahison: Still, the interrogative posed in earnest begs an earnest reply in kind. "I asked around about you. It was when the Blood Hunt was being set up. I know you own property in the city. I know that you have sired. I know you and Doc were together for a good while before his wife returned and he went back to her to honor his commitment there."


Basics, true. But he hadn't thought to ask more that the basics. "I know you have the abilities of an Allurist and a Necromancer, thus you likely have the abilities of my Path too and that you are a fighter when hunted. You gave me a wound that night during the hunt."


He steps inside a moment, returning presently with two red wine glasses and an unmarked wine bottle in his hand, the liquid too thick to be wine of course.


"You are quick thinking, you know the city. You are connected to several other powerful vampires here but to be honest the one thing I want to know about you at the moment has nothing to do with your capabilities."


He sets the glasses down and uncorks the bottle with a fingernail which has become a claw suddenly.


The glasses are filled with thick dark red blood, heart's blood from the color, consistency and potent scent wafting from the liquid as it pours heavily forth from the crystal decanter.


"Would you like to hunt with me on the third night of your employ?"


He slides her glass over to her and raises his own in her direction in a toast. "That, and what should we drink to?"


Mortll: Mortll listened quietly a smirk appeared on her lips when he mentioned Doc going back to his wife. He was quite astute this one. He had only superficial knowledge at least he was being polite or cautious in not saying anything that he thought would raise a eyebrow at him knowing. She studied him carefully Would she like to hunt with him really now that was just about tantamount to asking her if she wanted to have sex. Hunting was such an intimate act in Mortlls eyes. The taking of a life sustenance and the total obliteration of a soul how could it not be intimate. She had only hunted with a few other vampires her childer of course teaching them the right way to feed. Other than that only one other had the privilege. “I don't know you well enough yet Mr Trahison at least not yet “ she paused “I always hunt alone ... Unless it's another vampire then i usually prefer duals over a group hunt but i do participate in those when necessary .”


Trahir Trahison: Trahir was well aware that many of Harper Rock's population of vampires had their own peculiarities when it came to imbibing human blood. The offer to hunt though to him was only partially to actually hunt. A second aspect was to ensure he wasn't speaking with a member of what Trahir considered the living cast of Twilight. Vegan vampires. Those poor demented souls who would rather **** their food rather than eat it. Trahir considered such "vampires" to be the equivalent of voluntary eunuchs.


He had no respect for a vampire who was pretending to be human to fool themselves. Upholding the Masquerade by playacting at being mortal was one thing. Actually believing the cold, dead creatures of shadow and stolen blood were even remotely close to an echo of the mortals they had once been was a form of mental illness in Trahir's eyes. They were to be pitied, they were suffering from a serious issue and unfortunately, all too often they caused more issues than they were worth.


Choosing humor to alleviate the tension caused by the turning down of his offer to hunt together Trahir puts on a quizzical expression. "You don't know me well enough to toast? Then may I suggest 'To a profitable business endeavor... for at least three days'?"


He extends the glass containing the blood of the paladin's heart out toward Mortll and affects a smile to show his good temperament remains despite the rebuff.


He has just decided she will hunt with him. She just doesn't know it yet.


Mortll: Mortll raised her glass to the toast and took a sip of the cold blood. It would do in a pinch but was nothing like a warm fresh gusher sliding through one’s lips and down their throat with each and every beat of the heart. She sipped quietly for a moment and caught Mr Trahison’s gaze “I have been sitting here Mr Trahison listening to you and you seem quite the civil type So i am going to ask you “Is there a good reason why i should not attempt to cut your head off and toss it in the bushes letting your body go on a gruesome head hunt of its own for posing a threat to a vampire that i consider almost one of my own ?”


Trahir Trahison: Ah, Harper Rock. The vampires complain about cops shooting them on sight when half the time they do the same to their kindred. The city was a plethora of pointless violence. Trahir was far from a pacifist but he preferred his killings to actually... kill.


Well. The question was asked so it may as well be answered. "Two tapes of Miss Dominique committing homicide are in a safety deposit box at one of the banks locally. The tapes are in a package to be sent to a remailer service which will forward them on to local and national news agencies. There is nothing supernatural on those copies. However two other videos exist in which she showcases her mastery of celerity. Those are stowed away from any potential human eyes but if say someone were to decide to get physical again, be it Jane or someone acting on her behalf.. crownet would have two violations on it's list and I suppose I would have company in the fade for that time. "


He looks bored with the topic already, his eyes moving southward to where the pond sits, it's water's too cold for his boys already. He misses the two reptiles already. He has decided next year to buy one of the mansions on the north side of town with an indoor pool for them to reside in. He enjoys the convenience for disposing of bodies and doesn't relish the thought of having to pump the human remains from their stomachs again next year to have them boarded in Florida.


It had been... messy.


Returning to the topic at hand he says, "I have weekly appointments at the banks to ensure the deposits stay deposited."


With a small shrug of muscular shoulders he adds, "Besides, what's the point of killing what won't stay dead? It's redundant and would only drive me on with lethal intent rather than the good intentions I have toward her currently. And you would make me late for our dinner date tonight. That would irk me. Besides, you should wait until your contract is up. Bad form otherwise. You never want to kill people that are paying for your company."


Mortll: Mortll could care less if it Irked him or not and the point wasn't for him to stay dead the point was for him to flail around aimlessly. for a few hours in agony for her amusement. “So you are telling me that you have tapes in a vault of a vampire committing murder that you are going to turn over to the police and recklessly, allow them to attempt to capture and apprehend this Vampire. You filmed her or came across the tape and it's in a bank that can be subject to be broken into.


You are quite young. A couple of years ago they would not only have killed her but you as well just for the thought of outing our kind. Have you told Velveteen of this does she know the risk you are putting us all in by not destroying such things?” Mortll looked at him quite sternly “You are more reckless than you are cautious” She paused he wasn't hers to tell what consequences that could happen. “200 years Mr Trahison, it took 200 years for the last of the vampires to escape the fade... You put us all at risk by one-upping Dom... That's not the smart thing. I gave you more credit than that .”


Mortll sat gauging his reaction as she spoke “You don't ask for my advice but i gave it anyway ... If you do not think i am right speak to Velveteen about it Any vampire being apprehended by the humans is not a thing to happen. Yet you use it as leverage for your own skin “


Trahir Trahison: Trahir lifts one foot, placing it atop his calf and swirling the blood in his glass around languidly as she speaks. He listens to her while watching the blood stain the inner walls of the glass. He’s considered all of this previously of course. Extensively as a matter of fact.


Finally as she finishes he takes a healthy draw from the glass, draining the contents in one long continuous drink. Once finished he sets the glass on the table and looks up to Mortll. “Jane is a smart girl. She would be able to go to group. Perhaps live in the Quarantine Zone, maybe the catacombs or the sewers. If naked tattooed freaks, her former associates I might add can live down there and escape detection I’m sure a vampire of her Path could do so as well. Easily. You act as though the humans are competent. They have been combing the Quarantine zone for survivors for months now, maybe years and they can’t find any. I met a human from there in my first two weeks among the dead.At worst it would merely strip away the last vestiges of the false life she has been leading while clinging to the remnants of her past life of a paladin. Besides. She has changed quite a bit. Grown fangs… kills humans. She is evolving. She doesn’t really need outside aid.”


Trahir reaches over to the bottle, pouring another glass of the blood for himself after topping up Mortll’s “I’ve been speaking with Doc about what I have been doing. Her sire is aware of my activities. I don’t think he would allow me to go too far.”


Once more he draws the conversation back to what interests him at the moment. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I could acquire some of those traps you mentioned before would you? The auction is so very sporadic in offering any up as of late. You did say you were handy at outsourcing did you not?”




Mortll : Mortll looked at him he truly was self absorbed ... she knew the type well too well in fact she had just dated one for quite awhile and learned many things from it . “Thank you for the refill you are under the impression that the conversation is still revolving around you and your little obsession with fixing Dom ... It is not when there is a possible masquerade breach at hand. All of that petty little inconsequential **** matters in the big picture. The humans are not as stupid as you are letting on and you going by news press releases and whispered rumors about what all they may or may not know is just foolish. They damn near extinguished our race 200 years ago and they have the numbers on their side with a little mindless mass hysteria they could do it once again So you handing them any type of evidence or holding onto it is quite ill advised on your part . I’m not your caretaker so i won't speak of this again . Now to get back to my skills I believe you have a date later on tonight with a top notch trap and gadget maker ... Whether you are able to acquire any of her goods or not is up to you “

Trahir Trahison: Trahir trails a fingertip around the lip of his empty glass as Mortll speaks, coating it with some of the blood still around the inside. He has heard the history of their kind in the area before. Several times. Most of them with much of the story different with each retelling. Only a few things were the same in each. The Holocaust wiped out all but one vampire, 200 years later they returned from the Shadow Realm and the betrayer was killed in battle. The first generation vampires, the old ones who had escaped the fade had populated Harper Rock with a new generation of modern idiots and the Masquerade that had fallen before causing the extinction of their kind was about to fall again due to the idiocy of their kind.

“Oh I think there are much worse potential Masquerade violations than a girl killing a couple people and going on the lam. Take those who engage in sexual relations and spawn fadebeasts that openly roam the streets. Worse yet the vampires who sell their blood to the Blood Thieves around the city or those who frequent shops and buy blood bags every night as though the shop-keeps aren’t aware of why. Perhaps those who wound their peers, leaving them to walk through the streets with horrendous wounds visible to any onlookers, much as what you earlier suggested doing to me.”

He pulls his finger away from the glass and places it on his tongue, savoring the paladin’s blood as the flavor once more explodes within his mouth. Not enough to quench the burning thirst, but it never truly is. Even when glutted that fiery thirst lingers like a craving in a man quitting smoking.”I think a couple tapes in a secure vault with no true vampiric evidence on them are the least of this city’s worries..The likelihood of the banks being knocked over are slim to none in this day and age of digital hacking and wire transfers. They are likely safer there than uploaded onto Crownet as true violations.”

So Dominique did more than simply fix up old cars did she? Gadgets and traps. That was interesting news indeed. She just became infinitely more dangerous in the eyes of the young Killer. As Mortll had said, even rituals of protection wouldn’t protect him from a well placed trap. Nor would any mind or mood altering power. He was suddenly glad he had thus far been able to select their battlegrounds and made a note to keep it that way..

Mortll had just unknowingly made herself worth every penny Trahir had spent on her with that one tidbit of information.



Mortll: ] Mortll noticed how Trahir kept refocusing the conversation on what all everyone else was doing and not on what he himself was doing. It was a common thing around Harper rock everyone else is doing so why shouldn’t I or what i'm doing is no big deal look at them. Mortll didn't really give a rats *** what he did as long as it did not affect her at the moment it was not but it could possibly. She said she wouldn't bring it up again so he could sit there and think he had won or that she accepted what he said due to her silence on the matter. There was no use in speaking to him he apparently was one to have to learn things the hard way

She was no innocent she had done and still did things that were vicious cruel and very much against human laws... She had grown and learned how to hide what she was to human eyes and she had no fear of those of her kind They had done their worst to her. It did not phase her when born in strife it becomes natural to one. She studied him carefully, she had not quite made her mind up about him yet ... he was dangerous but he didn't quite seem as dangerous as he first appeared.


She opened the clutch purse she had with her and fished out a small black card with white lettering on it ( it contains Tiamats name and number ) “Mr. Trahison if your charms fail on Miss Dom which by the sounds of it she doesn't quite buy into them you may need this ... its an employee of mine she is a prolific Gunmaker and trap designer she can get you what you might need.” She paused a moment “ It also seems to me that you are fond of playing games and having little intrigues ,deceptions to get your own way ... You may find me very unwilling to play along with these games even if you have paid for my skills So be cautious and think very carefully about what you ask me to do .” She caught his eyes with her own they were steely and solid. She was tempted to slip inside of his head to see if he was as vacant and cold as his manner portrayed , but once she had done that she would not be able to give him the benefit of the doubt . She much preferred finding out in other ways what one is all about .

Trahir Trahison: Good. She was through with the lecture he wasn't in need of and she seemed to have enough civility not to whip out her gun or sword and start waving it around as was so common around the dismally educated population of vampires he had seen around the city. She was blunt, that was not mutually exclusive with unintelligent though. He believed there was a keen intellect behind her eyes. A name and number. Ah, that was potentially a good thing. Trahir was a firm believer that the system of politics relied on an ebb and flow of favors and power exchanges. Every contact made added to or negated some of that power. Some alliances when touted openly made one appear dangerous. Others made one appear kind or even weak. He was not one to lay his cards on the table and display his own social web and network. He was one to appear as harmless as possible until the last moment.

"That sounds good. I've had a hard time making headway in obtaining supplies." Not true. He could always ask his sire. His adopted sire rather. She was prone to tinkering and gadgetry. Sometimes though it is best that even those closest remain blithely unaware of one's resources.

He is suddenly thankful he did not bring his weapons to the meeting. Had Mortll seen his gun he would have found less sympathy on the crafting topic.

"How about swords and things of that nature? Do you know of any who could craft one and an instructor perhaps to teach me how to not slice off my foot?"

In truth Trahir was a martial artist in his mortal days. Intimately familiar with melee weapons of all sorts from staves to blades, nunchaku to shuriken, he had trained with them all since he was old enough to go to classes. He doesn't plan on letting a vampiress who just questioned why she should not do him physical harm know that though. Perhaps Mortll will think due to his youth he doesn't consider the fact she may be able to ascertain that knowledge for herself. More likely though, and in all veracity, he wants to see if she can.



Mortll: ] Mortll had to laugh she somehow doubted he was as hard up on finding things as he let on unless the entire Andras clan had kicked him in the *** or something. ”Skylar is the best sword maker in the city You're **** out of luck if you can't handle a sword by now. I do not give lessons unless they end up with someone in the shadow realm. I somehow doubt with the way you handle yourself that your skills aren't up to par. You are a killer after all and seem to have both of your feet still intact “ she glanced pointedly at his feet. He really was intent on playing his little intrigues she was beginning to wonder if she should play along with a few of them to see exactly what he was up to.

Mortll: ] With the situation he seemed to have embedded himself in with Dom if you gave this man an inch he wanted to take a mile. The question was did Mortll want this man stuck inside of her life like a tick that you just couldn't seem to pull free, stuck to the point of surgical removal. Surely she was exaggerating the situation, but she had seen things in this city that would make any person even those that were not normal shudder and run for cover. Maybe a test was in order.



“Mr Trahison, I think i would like to go hunting with you but on my terms, You come with me we go where i wish to go and Well you will leave your phone only bring your weapons. “ She waited watching to see what his answer would be .


Trahir Trahison: An interesting proposition to say the least. Hunt alone with a vampire clearly more knowledgeable and likely more powerful by a good bit and the only concession being lady's choice on hunting grounds and a dearth on any means of contacting assistance should it be required?


The added danger inherent to the situation stirs something deep within, raising the head of the old adrenaline junkie he had been as a mortal. He had always enjoyed parkour. The city obstacle running had been one of the few remnants of his old life he had not wiped clean. That and his training, studies. He simply had no personal memories to intrude into his conscience at inopportune times.


He likes the thought of the hunt already.


"Perhaps," he says, his voice displaying none of the anticipation the darkness within him shoots throughout his core, the feeling the closest thing to emotion he is capable of feeling without being coated in the gushing lifeblood of human prey. "We shall have to see if my dinner tonight with Jane leaves me in any condition to hunt. She may kill me after all."


Inside the beast within him is slavering at the thought of the hunt. For the briefest of instants his eyes flash reptilian in the dim light, reflecting the light from the distant streetlights and displaying the crocodilian vertical pupil surrounded by a background of gold. It is gone literally with the blink of an eye however as he curbs the enthusiasm building within.


"I would love to hunt with you. I agree to the stipulations as set forth Miss Mortll."


He gives her the same smile from earlier, his eyes though, unlike before hold a predatory gleam, a hunger that can never be quenched. Those eyes are focused on her suddenly as he looks her over as if seeing her for the first time.


And the hunger within them seems to grow...




Mortll: ] Mortlls eyes never left his face it was hard to hide things from people when they looked you dead in the eye and he had been her study from the moment she had stepped out of his car. She caught the flash of the eyes not many would have but then she was Dragomir she had been used to spotting this particular trait. Many of the Dragomir could change their eyes at will some only changed with emotion. This man's eyes had changed in a split second and was gone with a blink . Something had reached whatever this guy had for emotions ... the question was what emotion had she touched and did she really even want to know .



Eyes of the beast was not common amongst the bloodlines it was quite interesting that this one had picked it up and reptilian ones at that, It seemed they had more in common than first perceived. “Good it is getting late and i have a matter to attend to” she thought of Cathy Dawn left back in her sewer dwelling “ Is there anything else i can can do for you before i go ?”


Trahir Trahison: As she states she is ready to depart, Trahir rises easily from his seat and makes his way to help pull hers out for her with one hand while offering her the other.


"Not off the top of my head ma'am, though if anything pops up I will let you know." The vampire also has matters to attend to in the form of Jane. A hunt. Her first. Trahir has selected the place and time. Soon it will be time to see what Jane was made off. The first live feed was always the hardest to pull away from, the blood a sweet promise of the slaking of an endless thirst. It lied. There was never enough. Trahir would use this to insert another, more gentle claw into Dominique tonight.


"Your company has been surprisingly enjoyable Miss Mortll. You have done justice to the idea behind Miss dArtois' auction. I certainly look forward to our next encounter and to hunting with you."


Mortll: ] “Well thank you Sir it has been a rather enlightening night and time well spent “ She would have just Teleported ,Used her clerity skills , or just pulled out her Tome and read it but she had a sneaking suspicion that this place was one of the reasons that Miss Dom had found herself taped doing questionable things. Mortll finding herself without a ride held her arm out for the Gentleman to take “Would you escort me to the end of your drive dear sir and I will alleviate you of my company.” She smiled a crooked little smile and curtsied a bit .


Trahir Trahison: Extending his arm to the lady and placing his hand atop her upon her acceptance Trahir walks with her down the dusty path. He is aware that she hasn't a ride here but that problem had been taken into account when he asked her to retrieve his own car.


As they approach the fence at the end of the unpaved driveway a pair of headlights flare to life along with an engine down the road a couple hundred feet away and a second Rolls Royce, a late model Phantom pulls up, closing the distance. It stops at the end of the driveway, profiled in the darkness with the passenger door facing the oncoming couple.


"Your chariot awaits," Trahir says with a small grin. He knows Mortll will likely not be dropped off at her front door, she would be unlikely to give away the location of a haven to a vampire such as he, but it was worth a try.


"Nicolette. Take Miss Mortll here to wherever she asks to go and return straight away. I have a task I require of you before night's end."


He opens the rear passenger door for Mortll and then steps aside with a bow and the flourish of his arm toward the awaiting seat.


The woman in the driver's seat is heavily tattooed, quite stunning, obviously human and obviously a thrall by the immediate "Yes master" she utters reverently at the command.


"I will be in touch with you on the morrow," he states to his departing guest. "It was a pleasure." He offers his hand to her palm upward, indicative of his expectation of the same motion he had given in greeting, the customary kissing of the lady's hand.



Mortll: ] Mortll was a bit reluctant to offer her hand for his lips once again, but she held it out and accepted the gesture. He would probably find out as many did that she was no lady soon enough but it was nice to be treated as one occasionally. His lips brushed the top of her hand and she retrieved it and climbed into the back seat of the car ... Rolls must be his thing she thought to herself they have always been a bit pretentious. “Take me to Jardin De Fleurs “she said to the driver “I trust you know where it is ?” It did not matter she could give directions or ask to be let out elsewhere “ Goodnight Mr. Trahison “