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[Daciana]

Things had changed dramatically since the day she had first set foot into this twisted city. Her Master, the previous master of the city was no longer the ruler of this territory, no longer her master, and no longer her lover. Again she had lost something and someone dear to her, and already she wasn't taking it well. He'd left is a hurry, hardly giving her an excuse as to why he had to leave. Something about the council in Europe. She'd gotten nothing more of an explanation as that, and with his quick departure, he'd left her bitter. Though it wasn't wise for one to fall for their master, she had, she'd loved him, or as much as a vampire could love another. He'd told her she was safe here, that she had a hope, and that he would never leave her, he'd lied, and yet, she was still here, awaiting the new Master of the city. She stood, staring out a large window that over looked the front of the large castle like mansion. Night had long since settled and though the council hadn't informed her or Morganne, who'd left his city behind, a of a new leader, she could feel the presence of one far stronger than she was. Could feel his presence as if he was in the room with her, along with the others he brought with him. She'd chosen this room, a large elaborate library on the second level, with a balcony, and floor to wall windows, for her watch point, and the room where she spent most of her time. For the immortal, tragedy and sorrow worked in ways that no human could possibly survive and remain sane. She was currently the only vampire left within the mansion, the only that had remained after Morganne had left. The others had moved to another city, but she had chosen to remain, to wait out the new Master. No city was left long without a Master. The mere thought of a new master angered her, left a bitter taste on her tongue. She was no looking forward to this, and wondered now if she should have fled with the others. Sighing heavily she rested her hands on her flat stomach. Her fingers pressing into the stiff corset that she wore. The cloth, satin covered with lace and silk trim, was a dark bloody red. The flowing skirt part of the dress was black lace with a red underskirt of satin. Her skin was pale, a soft ivory, like a porcelain doll come to life. Her hair was dark, pitched and pulled back with an elegant clip that matched her dress. Her eyes were a pale, icy blue, like a bright winters sky. She was beautiful, and yet, that cold look in her eyes made the beauty itself seem frozen. A thin brow lifted, her head tilting as she stared down into the large front yard of the mansion. The figures below were intriguing, Two of them, though she felt that they came with more. She could feel the power of them both, and though she herself was old, nearly nine hundred years, she could never match the power of either of them. She studied the blond one, his long hair, and that cold arrogant look on his face. He wasn't as powerful as the dark haired one, but he was a force in itself. Her winter gaze turned from him to the other, the one just a step in front. Now he was strong, his power radiating from him like a thing she could touch, he was stronger even than Morganne had been, and for a moment, the very thought frightened her. Blinking she turned from the window and walked out of the room. She needed to be at the door even before they knocked. Though that wasn't required, considering this house belonged to whoever took over the city, with the old ones it usually happened. She didn't hurry, but her movements were quick, chillingly graceful as she moved down the long winding stairs and hit the landing with a short pivot. She turned and headed towards the door, down the long hallway towards it. She opened the door, and stood just a little to the side as she watched them walk the rest of the way towards the door. Her breath caught as she looked upon the dark haired beauty, his face, his hair, even his skin, called to her, a familiarity between him and Morganne, and yet, they were two totally different beings, so unfamiliar, so different. His eyes, thought brilliantly colored were blue instead of gold. Blinking back her surprise she curtsied before straightening and looking to the blond one, taking in that cold arrogance as he looked her over. "I've been waiting you." She said looking to Jean-Claude. and though her words were kind, almost sweet, she didn't smile. Her emotions were again locked away, for the last time she showed happiness it was again ripped away from her. "Please come in. The others have left i am afraid, I am the last. My name is Daciana." She said and turning around, waving her hand for them to follow her as she lead them through the halls and into a large sitting room. She remained standing, seeming almost nervous as she looked up when the blond one entered first, his pale husky blue eyes moving around the room as if searching for some hidden weapon. Her eyes narrowed before she huffed out a sigh and her hands went to her hips like some insulted hostess. "I didn't rig the house, Don't bother looking, Now please sit, what is your business here?" she said, a little frustrated as she looked from one to the other. The smirk on Ashers face infuriated her as he moved to stand aside, awaiting Jean-Claudes moves.

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[Jean-Claude]

The pale moon sent its pale fingers over the expanse of the city, giving it that sort of feeling that only the city in the earliest of the morning hours could withhold. Cars drove by with the freedom, the lack of traffic giving them that open road that so many city dwellers craved, sought out in the surrounding countryside. Every so often, a group of young individuals would emerge from one of the various clubs, only to be ready to get into a taxi and make their ways to the next one, or other desired places whether it be home or somebody's bed, whatever their fantasies called for. Anything was possible in the darkened night. The street lamps sent out soft circles of light, making its way to the dusty pavement below. The breeze was warm, scented with the smells of summer, the late night bars with their various little food items, the lingering scents of the daytime ice creams and barbeque, taco stands, and other delicious foods that mortal humans hungered for. The pale light fell upon the silken curls, black and shiny as freshly spilled ink that fell around the alabaster face, framing the angles to perfection, falling down upon broad shoulders. Complexion was smooth as marble, and just as cold, pale as the moon. The contast between the hair and the skin making that much more of an impact to the impeding eye. Surrounded by the dark hair, large eyes, a brilliant blue could be seen beneath the thick black lashes, thick as if lace were there instead. Though brilliant, the eyes were as dark as the night ocean, having once been seen as bright in the sun, now forever shrouded in the darkness he had been succumbed to. Tall, lithe body was regal, moving with a grace that only the immortal could withhold, as if muscles were in places that they naturally didn't inhabit. Long legs clothed in black pants, disappearing into worn leather boots that reached his knees, the look of old english riding boots. Broad chest draped in a simple white shirt, slightly flared around his wrists and open at the chest. A bit more modern then what he was accustomed to. The graceful steps came to a slow halt before the large expanse of a mansion, dark blue eyes looking over the grandeur of it all. It was moreso than where he had inhabited in the last city. Jean-Claude had taken refuge beneath his businesses as well as his last little coven that he had given the chance to take control of their own lives when he had left, handing over that stick of authority to another out of sheer boredom with what that city had ensued. With a simple glance over towards his blonde haired companion, he gave a nod, obviously pleased with this new possibility, resembling that of the grand homes they had lived in many centuries before back in old Paris. Jean-Claude merely walked to the front door, knowing full well by the aura of this place, the power behind it, that he would not need to knock on the heavy wood of the door, a soft smile as it slowly creaked open, revealing the dark haired beauty behind it. Her words of welcome, so sweet to the ear, pleased him. But there was that lack of smile, that cold exterior that so easily spoke the opposite. She was obviously not pleased with the new predicament. Jean-Claude halted in front of her, reaching forth and tilting her her face towards him so that his own blue gaze met hers, the blues from the opposite of shades. *Thank you, my dear... it is much appreciated* Sure, he had meant to question her coldness, the sadness that seemed to follow her as she left the room, motioning for them to follow into another large expanse of a room. He wouldn't question it, not now. But it was a shame to see such despair across such a pretty face. His thoughts had left him alone, quite literally. Asher having disappeared into the room behind that fair beauty. Dark eyes took in the large grand entryway of the mansion, sensing the lingering scents of the souls that had left, not long after the previous Master had. Making his way to follow, one hand planted upon his hip, the other down at his side, he had a more carefree aire than that of his companion. Though, even with such an attitude, it was clear that he always knew what was going on around him. *It's a pleasure I am sure, Daciana... I am Jean-Claude.. and this is Asher* His words were slow, but lipped over with that of the graceful tongues of old. Masculine, but like the sounds of church bells, pleasing enough to send chills down one's spine. It was his weakness, needing to feed off the lust of other people to keep his power going, so having perfected the sound of his laugh, his words, his appearance, just to get that reaction out of people, woman or man. Jean-Claude gave a gentle nod of his head to acknowledge her, knowing she was the lady of this house, and more than likely had some sort of power here with the last Master. No use trying to create enemies this early. *We came here knowing this city was in need of a new Master. Morganne having run into some unpleasant circumstances... am I correct?* Slowly, he made his way to the large fireplace, running his fingertips over the cold marble without so much as looking in her direction. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Daciana]

The room she had chosen was a favorite of hers, neatly and elegantly furnished, the couches, and chairs, even the tables and shelves with countless books were all antiques. She herself had furnished this room, because before it hadn't quite fallen to her taste and Morganne had allowed it, something to make her more comfortable when she had first arrived. The floors were wooden with an old intricate Asian carpet set in the center, where the furniture was placed on. A long plush couch faces two wing backed chairs, a small round table between the two. The colors were done in red, gold, and dark grays. The floors and walls done in a dark cherry wood. The floors seemed almost liquid, as did most of the wood object in the room. Daciana stood near the couch, watching them curiously before she settled her eyes on Asher, finding his cold stare irritating. He watched her as if it was his home she had entered and expected her to inform them of some coming danger. She listened to Jean-Claude, as she watched Asher, but her attention quickly turned when he mentioned Morganne. Her coldness dissipated for a moment as the name seemed to startle her, she blinked back her surprise at his knowledge of what had happened. Lowering her gaze she took a deep breath, or as much as the tight corset would allow. "Yes, that is correct... He left without much notice, apparently the council called him back to Europe." She stated softly, her words were almost quiet, like the topic itself hit home. Shaking her head she lifted it, filling herself with that cool elegance she had long ago been taught. "So, you have come to take his place? As Master of the City?" She asked, her winter eyes narrowing at the thought. She knew why he was here, could feel it as sure as any vampire would, she just wanted confirmation. She had thought about claiming it as her own, about taking Morganne's place. The problem was, that though she was a master vampire, come into her full power, she was not the type to rule a city, she was not strong enough, in a certain sense, to protect others. She could, with work, but it wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want to rule, didn't want the responsibility of taking care of so many lesser vampires. "Why this city, if i might be so bold to ask..." she said looking from Jean-Claude to Asher and back again. It was a curse, the painful realization of fate playing her game to send Jean-Claude here. He looked so much like Morganne, and yet, he was far more beautiful where Morganne was masculine. There were similarities and major differences, and it hurt her heart to see it. She wasn't so sure she was going to be able to handle this, and that alone infuriated her. She hadn't realized she had become so attached to her master. "Did you know him? Your power, it feels like his did.... she said watching him carefully now. His power, the feel of its base, she could feel it, and it felt like Morganne's, like lust, the very power he had used on her before. She wondered if that was why she felt it, recognized it, because Morganne had used his power, fed off of her when they had been intimate. "Where you from the same line?" She asked before turning her head to look at Asher, who looked from her to Jean-Claude and back again, forever silent.

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[Jean-Claude]

Long, lithe fingers touched the smooth marble and wood as he wandered aimlessly around the room, no real intent to get to any one spot exactly. The gentle light that was cast around the room only added the shine to the ink colored curls around his face, the curls loose and long, more of a wave. Jean-Claude blinked once, moving his gaze over towards Daciana across the room, coming to a halt at her statement that what he had said was true and correct. It was a shame really. In all reality, he had known a little of Morganne, knew he was a decent Master of the City and did his job well. Among other things, that was apparent with the pale beauty across the room. *So I have. Asher and I are from Rizco on the west coast, perhaps you have heard of it. Our city has grown pretty dull, and the news of the council starting to take action deemed it necessary for us to find this city, try to gain some sort of control of what is left before they decide to come here. I am sure we both know that would be the worst possible thing at this point in time* A simple blink and Jean-Claude moved to one of the high, wingbacked chairs, sitting himself with ease, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back, arms stretched across the arms of the chair, moving his attention back to Daciana, only feeling the apprehension with Asher, as usual. *So I guess that answer your question as to why this city. All the others are pretty well under control. Rizco was doing well, so I handed the control over to another who I deemed strong enough to handle it and we both came here. Asher is my second in command. He may not seem so now, but he really is a nice guy* Jean-Claude cracked a small smile as he flicked his gaze over to the blonde haired man who still stood near the door, so cold, almost frozen in not only stance, but expression. A faint laugh, the sound of deep bells, coming from deep inside of his chest, obvious amusement at his own humor, not really minding if nobody else found it as amusing as he did. Obviously he had known Asher for many centuries, enough to know that Asher was hard to crack, but once you did, you had a loyal and honest companion at your side. He also helped rule with that frozen composure compared to his own that was run on passion. The dark blue gaze moved aimlessly around the room before Daciana spoke once more, a different tenor upon her voice, the obvious passion she had felt for this other man that used to reside in this very house. *Well, yes, I did know him in a way. When he was first turned, it was common for us to know who was the new fledgling within our line. So yes, we were from the same line.. I imagine you speak of the ardeur when you mention this?* It was not a common gift to have, not unless you were of true power and had been blessed by Belle Morte herself. He didn't know for sure, but more than likely she had gotten her hands on Morganne, but not until long after he and Asher had left her presence, to put that gently. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Daciana]

Daciana nodded slightly at the mention of the council, a group in which she was beginning to dislike. All the stories she had heard from them were not at all nice, and now was no different.. She cursed softly to herself, in Romania, the language of where she'd been born, and the accent that thickened her tongue. She looked up at Asher and then to Jean-Claude as he mentioned him, mentioned that he was in fact a nice guy. For some reason that fact, and the cold exterior of the man, brought a small quick smile to flash across her lips, but it was gone almost to quickly as she turned and walked towards a desk before she began to go through its many little drawers. ["Aye, The Council sent a letter to this house, after Morganne had been called. Saying that if a strong enough Master did not come to call, or no one in the Kiss stepped forward, then they would send someone of their choosing." She said, her Romanian accent became distinct, less washed out, like her nerves had something to do with it, before she found the letter itself, glancing it over before she turned and walked over to Jean-Claude to hand it to him. She paused a few steps away, when Asher himself shifted from his statued form, like he had planned to intercept her. She watched him move around to the right of Jean-Claude, standing just to the side and behind the chair. Close enough to do as his titled asked. She turned to look at Jean-Claude pulling her hands back as he took the letter from her. "I'd have stepped in myself, but figured the action useless, I do not desire such a duty, or responsibility, and the rest feared the council's decision, they believed that the Council would step in before the deadline, so, they fled." She said before she turned away and seated herself on the couch across from the chairs, her hands in her lap as she watched the two carefully. Her eyes dropped from his when he mentioned Morganne and the Arduer. She nodded in silent thought before taking a breath to speak. "Yes, that is what I meant... She said, the emotion gone from her voice as she spoke, her eyes narrowing as she stared across at the empty fireplace. She hadn't bothered to light it, not for weeks, not since he'd left. Sighing she turned back to them, watching again with that calm emotionless look in her face and pale eyes. Will you both be staying here? Or is there another resting place in which you have chosen? She asked, curious as to where it was Jean-Claude would choose as his daytime resting place. It was then that another thought occurred to her and her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him in thought. "Are you a Master that requires a blood exchange? Many i have come across still hold that as a requirement, Morganne did not." She said softly her mind moving back through time just a little. Morganne hadn't made it a requirement, not for her, but they had exchanged blood, though only when intimate, not as a master vampire would one lesser and under his rein.

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[Jean-Claude]

Jean-Claude brought his long fingers to his chin, steepling them together as his dark gaze caught the flicker of a smile across Daciana's cold face, only to disappear nearly as quickly as it had come. So there was emotion under that cold exterior. That only meant he would have to dig deeper, find out what it was that made her so. Another time, another place, for such petty, trivial things. Even though her attitude only enticed him to want to push further, feeding his need and desire to know everything about everybody around him, he pushed those thoughts aside, his attention averting towards her words of the letter that had made the previous Master flee his own territory, yet also requesting another to step forward or they would. Jean-Claude let a deep breath escape him at her very words, dark eyes moving over towards the large, empty fireplace, lacking of any life that only fire could bring to such a dark space. The mentioning of that letter only brought back a distant memory, though it was only from a month or so ago. The parchment, so old in both scent and sight, the edges thin like they might fall apart at a simple touch, the writing in bold, fancy script, the ink fresh, smelling of the metallic materials used to create it. Funny how somebody could use something so old, and blend it with the new, the clashing of them both only proving the age of the sender that was trying to embrace the newest generations. That letter had been sent to him in regards to what was happening here in Gorsedd, telling of the leaving of the recent Master of the City, the need for another. Though Jean-Claude was content within Rizco, having gotten the city under control and running as smoothly as one could, that letter had requested that he leave it to somebody's else's control, come to this city and do the same that he had before. If he wasn't to do as the Council bid, then serious consequences would come as the result. Jean-Claude had them burned the parchment, not letting anybody know of the news that had been delivered to him, the orders he was to follow. Knowing that death could be the ultimate result of disobeying the Council's orders. Also knowing full well that any sort of communication must be kept confidential, even to one's own advisors. So he had made up the story of the boredom, left Rizco with Asher in part, knowing several of his own vampires would be making their way to this new territory to seek solace under his ruling still, unable to stay content with the new ways of a new Master. Daciana's sudden words brought his attention back to the present, away from the thoughts of the Council and their potentially dangerous threats to show up in the Americas, to set up reign here as well. As far as he was concerned, this country was better off without them. Jean-Claude blew a deep breath out from faintly parted lips, a gentle lifting of his shoulders, a barely seen shrug to her question. He had been content with his own sanctuary that had been built beneath his businesses, the network of various old style rooms that linked them all so he could do his bidding even during the daylight if needs be. *Well, I figure Asher and I could ask for your servitude here in this beautiful home of yours, until we at least figure out what we are going to do. If we do find a better suited place, then we would quickly be out of your hair, persay* The new slang of the American youth seemed to fascinate him, trying as he could to use the same quotations and sayings that the people of this day and age used. Though, it was hard beneath his accent, the old flourish of vocabulary that he was born and accustomed to. Daciana's next question sent a faint smirk across his face, knowing full well exactly what she spoke of. The blood exchange that linked a Master to the rest of their Kiss, gave them the ability to communicate and feel each other's whereabouts without being face to face. *Why, yes, I am one of those Masters. Though, I have seen it to be quite the new trend for certain Masters to let this go, to let the other vampires of their Kiss come and go as they please, to make their own choices. I prefer to have a blood exchange, it further lets me keep my vampires safe, and to help them in any way I can. But, I do have respect for those that are opposed to it, having been under another's rule that didn't make it a requirement. So if there is reason enough, I will hear their plea and if I find it fit, I can go without.* Jean-Claude gave a simple nod as if to emphasize his own words, a simple smile across his lips as he let his steepled hands drop, draping his arms around the chair arms once more, the fingers of his left drumming softly against the smooth fabric. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Daciana]

Daciana's head tilted ever so slightly, her eyes shifting to the mantle above the empty fireplace. Never had it ever seemed so lifeless as now, no flames flickered and jumped, none of the soft crackling sparks flew. For some reason, with the presence of both Jean-Claude and Asher, it seemed wrong to allow it to continue, to let its darkness and silence remain when beings, as still as they could be, were present. She didnt move from her place on the couch, but she turned her attention on Jean-Claude when he spoke of eventually finding another place to stay. That brought another small smile and she shook her head as she lifted a hand. "That wont be necessary, unless this place does not fit to your taste. There is plenty room, here for you and those who you've brought with you. Actually, I would very much enjoy that others would fill this place, its become far to empty..." she said, her winter blue eyes having strayed from them both and back to the fireplace. She fell silent, and listened carefully as he spoke of the blood exchange. She'd have thought it would bother her, a master than required it, though he wasn't using the normal excuse she had heard so much. While he spoke of protecting his vampires, other did it so those under their rule wouldn't disobey them. That she respected, and now, more than before, she had found a great pleasure in finding such high respect for Jean-Claude. "I have never heard another Master use such reasons for a blood exchange. I find it... refreshing to know it is for protecting those under your rule, instead of using such a bond so they could never disobey you. It is them I would refuse when such a request was presented." She said before looking back towards them both. Her eyes lifted to Asher, watching his stern cold exterior for a moment. Already she could tell he would be like those masters she had mentioned, he would force the blood exchange so new members wouldn't disobey him. She blinked as he met her stare for stare, his own turning harsh where Jean-Claude was friendly. She smirked slightly, causing his brows to furrow before she looked at Jean-Claude. "I respect your way of thinking. Morganne did not require an exchange but we.... in time exchanged blood. At times I can still feel him, and it breaks my heart." She whispered softly, shaking her head slightly before taking a deep breath and letting it out into a soft sigh. Slowly she pushed herself to stand, and moved across the room towards Jean-Claude. She exchanged a brief glance to Asher, one that spoke volumes on her intentions as she moved to his master, soon to be her own. She knelt down in front of Jean-Claude, her pale winter eyes peering up at him. "As much as I loved him, I don't want that bond anymore, not when he left me so easily, without a second thought." she whispered softly, her words almost bitter, her eyes flashing with the hatred she had for his actions. Still she loved him, but knew, in time, her feelings would be her own again. Sighing heavily she lifted her hands, brushing her long pitched hair back and to the side as she tilted her head to the left, exposing the tender flesh of her pale throat. "If it is of your requirements, then I would be more than delighted to grant such a request." She said, lifting her eyes to meet his, watching him now, waiting.

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[Jean-Claude]

Jean-Claude let that casual smile grace his lips, lifting the corners of his mouth with the faintest hint of a dimple along the right side. It looked as if at one point it may have been more noticeable, perhaps charming in his mortal days. One of those traits that many women might have found appealing when his heart still pumped his own blood through his veins. Now it seemed to have become more shallow, due to the coldness of his skin, the hardening appeal to it, that smooth as marble exterior that many of his age possessed. *Well, thank you madam, we greatly appreciate your generosity at our expense. Though, I couldn't tell you how many, or even if that many will be following us here. There are only two that I can name. The two are Valentina and Syn.. very much alike, but a watchful eye is needed with those two.* The very thought of the two female vampires, so young and innocent in appearance, were probably two of the most dangerous within their own realms of power. And it wasn't so much so that they possessed that great of an amount, it was due to the fact that they had no control, and didn't seem to mind that they didn't. Apart from the fact that they didn't seem all the way there mentally. But for now, that information was not imperative that Daciana know. It was just clear that Jean-Claude himself had made sure that those two were kept close, not needing to be blamed for something they did. Dark gaze looked over towards Daciana once more as she spoke of the blood exchange, how very different he was in his fashion of not using it as a way to control his Kiss. He had come across too many Masters himself that had abused that sort of power, like they were trying to intentionally create some sort of brainwashed army for their disposal. Many vampires had lost their lives due to this sort of behavior, more or less, they would come back with a mind that was lost in some manner. *I just think it inhumane to treat an individual like so. If they want to devote their lives to me such a way, then that is their choice. But I do feel that it is my role as Master of the City to make sure that my people are safe from any intruders whatsoever. That is not an option, but a necessity.* That cold exterior, that distant look to her eyes.. the reasoning behind it became to quickly apparent with the simple words of how she had not had an exchange of blood with the last Master, but only during certain moments that had unintentionally linked the two. She had been in love with her previous leader, that much was crystal clear now. And that link was tearing her apart inside, in the fashion that only the immortal could fathom. It was like a hole that could never be filled, a piece of you stolen away that would stay with you for centuries, if not for all eternity. The very thought brought her back from the dead, those beautiful red curls that fell around that porcelain face. She had been like their perfect little doll, his and Asher's, and their own alone. Juliana.. now dead, dust in the dirt somewhere in Europe, her burial grounds long since mulled over and buildings put in place.... Jean-Claude's heart froze for a few moments at the memory, that laughter and her smile that could bring warmth to any heart, no matter how cold it might be, no matter that it might no longer be beating for the purpose of life. It didn't matter. Colbalt gaze lifted as Daciana moved her way towards him, to kneel at his feet, her purpose clear. Jean-Claude knew it wasn't merely for the purpose of following him, but really to rid herself of that link that tied her emotions to this distant man that had left for whatever reason he may have had. *As long as I have your permission, your desire, than it is my delight, my dear* His last words rolled out in a low pure as she exposed the milky hue of her skin. Jean-Claude laced his arm gently around her shoulders, drawing her closer to him, his other lifting to smooth back her dark hair, cradling the back of her head as he lowered his lips to her neck. He paused just before he touched her, calling on a little of the ardeur, a piece of him to make this as pleasureable as possible, like the onset of release rather than the piercing pain that this same thing would cause many, even vampires. His lips touched her throat, taking in the sweet scent before his teeth pierced her flesh, smoothly, until that artery was knicked. The sweet ruby liquid spilled into his mouth, lacking that metallic undertone that mortal blood held. The blood of the immortal no longer needing that iron base that humans thrived on. As the blood spilled down his throat, filling his own body and blending with the immortal blood of his own, he slowly drew back, taking only as much as needed without getting carried away. Lifting his hand away from her head, he withdrew both arms, lifting his wrist to his lips and piercing his own flesh before holding it out to her in offering. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Daciana]

Daciana sighed, a gentle escape of breath as she felt his arms around her, pulling her closer. If she could have cried, without exposing her emotions to them both, she would have. It wasn't that she didn't like Jean-Claude, because she did, his views, though old, and to her standards, were different in ways that made her admire him, respect him for a true Master, she would be glad that it we he who had come to her door, and not another vampire entirely. She needed the link between her and Morganne to snap, for if it didn't then she would definitely drive herself into insanity. She loved him, even still, but she hated him as well, for leaving her without a real explanations, for telling her things only a lover should and breaking those promises he'd made. She felt the power, so familiar to her, used on her because she had allowed it, to feed Morganne in ways blood couldn't. That power was addicting, the feeling of it as it coursed through her, focusing on placed men couldn't possibly touch. She was grateful, so suddenly grateful that he only used a small amount, not unleashing the entire thing. With this new bond the old one would break, the addiction to that power would lessen but never entirely fade. She closed her eyes when she felt those sharp teeth pierce her flesh. There was no pain, only pleasure. She slowly relaxed, inch by in as he pulled that liquid life from her, from her most recent feed. Though she was not a source of food, for vampire blood could only go so far, she enjoyed this, the exchange, between vampire and vampire. It was an intimate action, a gift of blood, of power when given. Her fingers curled around the fabric of his frock seeming to hold him there when she held no control at all. When he pulled back her eyes opened, Those pale winter blue eyes turning to watch him, silence filling the room when fire should have flicker away in the fireplace, cracking and sparking, to give just a little sound. Instead she watched him, and heard the small delicious pop of his teeth slicing into the flesh of his wrist. She looked up into his dark blue eyes when he offered her his wrist. She watched him for a small moment before she moved her hands, curling them gently around his arm and hand before lowering her head to his wrist, running her tongue over the puncture wounds before wrapping her lips around the open marks, and began to draw the blood into her. The blood was so different from a humans, not as sweet, but delicious in its own way, like a fine wine, aged perfectly. The older the vampire, the less human, filled more with power than the focus of life. In any case it was still delicious, still as addicting, even for a vampire, as much as a humans was. She felt it inside her then, coursing through her as she took it in. She felt it when it filled that hole inside her, and tore the bond of her other master apart. It felt like something snapped, ripped inside her chest, and it was painful. She remembered this feeling, she'd felt it when her maker, her very first master had been killed, sought out centuries ago by witch hunters. Oh he had been no witch, but they had killed him, and the bond between them had broken, more painfully than this, because that had had time to settle, to grow, and because he'd been her maker. She pulled back, making sure her sharp teeth didn't slice his skin as she pulled away. Her hands moved away from him, lifting one to her mouth the back of her index finger brushing the corner of her mouth while her other hand went to her chest. "I forgot how that felt..." she whispered, more to herself than to him. Lifting her gaze she dipped her head in a silent thank you before she glanced at Asher and then pushed herself to stand. Taking a deep breath she quickly collected herself, and moved her hands to rest on her lower stomach, her back straight. It was very clear how she was brought up, even in Romania. Proper, and wealth. "About these other two, Valentina and Syn. Why is a watchful eye required?" She asked, curious as to why. As far she she knew only the insane needed to be watched. It was then that it clicked and surprise flashed across her face as she looked from Asher to Jean- Claude. "Oh, well, that's a good reason indeed..." she said thoughtfully, speaking as if either of them had actually spoken before she'd figured it out. "How did they come to follow you?" she asked her head tilting to the side curiously. It wasn't often that a Master such as he would even allow those that were insane to accompany them. Yet she had found Jean-Claude was a very different master than others she had come across. She suddenly wondered who their maker was, and if he or she was still alive. "Their names sound familiar... but i can't seem to place them..."

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[Jean-Claude]

The warm rush of Daciana's immortal blood coursed down his throat, filling each and every pore of his body, blending with his own to create the unique mixture that would be returned to her. After she had drawn back, Jean-Claude opened his own wrist, offering it over to her with a simple smirk across his face, knowing of the power that was thrumming through every inch of his body, waiting for the link to bond himself with the next of his newest Kiss. As her lips wrapped around the wound, feeling the liquid of life, both blended, leaving his body via the tiny little spot between her lips. The pull of the blood from his body was not painful in any way, the shadow of released ardeur overcoming what would normally have been hurting him. Instead it was more along the line of a sexual pull, awakening every bit of him, making each sense become more alive then they already were with his vampiric sense. Each drop that left him, filling that void that her previous Master had left, filled him as well, the beginnings of a new bond, strong in every way to allow him access to where she was and what she was doing, to enable her to be available if the needs arose, whether dangerous or otherwise. He would be able to help her to the maximum of his abilities. When they parted from one another, Jean-Claude lifted the opened wrist, pulling an older looking lace hankerchief from beneath the sleeve, wrapping it around his pale flesh to catch the dripping ruby fluid. It wasn't so much to stop the bleeding and heal the wound as a human would, but just to catch the blood so it wouldn't stain the beautiful furniture that adorned this very room. Daciana's soft words lifted his dark gaze from the wrapped wrist, meeting her own eyes with a slightly smile slipping into view. Yes, he knew it would hurt, but he had hoped that his own power he had released would lessen it. The passion that she had felt, pulsing so hard to where he had been able to feel it, taste it, probably see it if his eyes had been watching her. That passion spoke of the love even moreso that she had had for this Morganne. That strong of a love created a bond that was very hard to break, and very painful within the process as well. *Yes, it is not a pain that we want to remember. But at least it was quick* As Daciana stood up, regrouping herself back into that stiff and cold exterior, as if the passion that she had exuded had not happened, was nonexistent in those winter eyes. Her upbringing was apparent, like emotions were not okay to show to others, better kept secret and to oneself. Jean-Claude could remember those days, back many centuries before when individuals came from an upperclass, of noble blood. The days when marriages had been arranged and people died young. Such was not the case anymore, love something that was so easily forgotten. Not so much romance in the world, but much less happiness. His attention was brought back to the present at the mentioning of Valentina and Syn, an amused smirk across his face, reaching his eyes as he brought his hands together in his familiar steeple, fingertips resting against his full lips. He didn't even have to say anything as she came to the realization herself as to why the two were to have supervision at all times, as to why he had created the blood binding to two of them so quickly. That just gave him access to know every movement they made and what they were up to. Jean-Claude definately didn't need any problems because of two rouge vampires. *They came across Rizco, my old city, as a pair. Usually the two of them would have been put to death, a little too far out of reach. But Syn holds a unique power, a lot of potential if she just learns to channel it correctly. And I find Valentina simply fascinating* A softened laugh escaped Jean-Claude with his own words, moving his gaze over towards Asher for a moment before looking to the empty fireplace, lacking of the life that he knew it should contain, those flickering and sparking flames. *Their Master had been killed, put to death. Valentina was his human servant and somehow managed to survive his death. Syn was a fledgling he had created, but brought over a little too violently. She barely survived that as it was.. it was a matter of snapping her sanity, unable to possess her true power. Valentina seemed to have grown in power as well, but due to her Master's death, she too went a little off the deep end, persay* Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Daciana]

Daciana had moved back to the couch, seating herself as she had been before, perched on the edge, back straight and her hands carefully folded in her lap. It seemed like nothing at all had happened, that even the warmth of the blood that coursed through her wasn't there. She could feel it, like humans felt a strong liquor burning through them, it wasn't quite as effective as alcohol was to humans, but if they indulged themselves to much, it could have a similar effect. She listened as he spoke of these other two that would eventually show up. Telling her that they had appeared in the old city in which he had ruled and recently left. Though it was clear that these two were both off in a big way, they had made a choice that would keep them alive, they had sought out Jean-Claude, most likely one of the only vampires that wouldn't outright kill them or turn them over to the vampire council. Though both were crazy, they were also very smart, and that mix was never a very good one. Bad things tended to happen when intelligence and insanity came into play. She wasn't entirely thrilled with this news, but she was positive that Jean-Claude had exchanged blood with them, so they couldn't outright disobey him if he gave them an order. That comforted her somewhat, knowing that they would at least be a little under control. Their story interested them deeply, for it was very rare, almost unheard of for a human servant to survive the death of their master. Those who did became completely insane where usually gathered by the council and then killed, because though a human servant were not vampires, they tended to be centuries old, and they could walk in daylight and do so much damage that the vampires couldn't control. "I remember now, Markirius was there master. He collected young girls, hardly over ten years old and turned them. The council let it go for a while until he got out of hand, and after they found out what he did before the change..." she said, her eyes staring off, thoughtfully as she remembered the vampire. She'd met him, but neither Syn, nor Valentina. Her maker, her first Master had taken her when she was young to one of the many gatherings the vampires had every few decades. "I am surprised it took them so long to kill him, but for a human servant to survive... She must be very strong..." Her head tilted to the side as she looked to Jean-Claude. Her eyes shifted past him to Asher as they exchanged a look and Asher moved, finally from his place at Jean-Claude's side. She watched Asher as he moved to the fireplace, watched as he knelt and added a few dry logs to the rack and replaced the intricate lack screen. Her brows furrowed when fire began to lick between the logs without so much as a match. It wasn't one of her gifts, to image a heat so hot that it could start a flame. She smiled and looked back at Jean-Claude. "I'm sorry, I usually light it every evening, but after the others left, even the fire couldn't comfort the emptiness of this house. Its far to large for just myself." she said, watching as Asher returned himself to Jean-Claude's right side. She could tell that he was Jean-Claude's right hand, his eyes and ears, his second and his personal body guard. Already she knew she would enjoy trying to peel back that hard outer shell, even if it was impossible. "Its a shame what happened to them..." she said softly, wondering how, at one point a young human girl, could have crossed paths with such a vile and sick vampire. Who ever had changed the vampire in question could only be as repulsive and vile as Markirius. Shaking her head she gathered herself once more, pushing away the thoughts and focusing on the present, a very small smile lifting across her lips. "Is there anything I can do for you now?" She asked, her thin brows lifting in question.

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