NationStates Jolt Archive

Katrina heard Krastatros's message. She couldn't send a message back to him and she decided as soon as Vladimir was finished, she would go to him. She laughed as he began to tickle her stomach, she tried to wiggle away from his fingers but found her laughter pinning her firmly to the bed.

Katrina wiggled from Vladimir and stared up at his beautiful body. She ran her hands gently over his muscles.

She spoke softly to him. "Make love to me now...please...take me."

Krastatros could sense that Vladmir and Katrina were getting "intimate". He shook his head. He would have to wait to see Katrina, and interrogate her.

OOC- TG Blastit

Vladimir nodded without a word and slowly undressed her, as well as finishing undressing himself. He took one good look of her luscious body before kissing her passionately, pulling her body closer to his. "Katrina...you are unlike any I've seen before," he smiled as he kissed they began a night of passion...

Katrina was breathing heavily when they had finished and Vladimir rolled off of her. Her body was heated to the point where it felt she would burst into flames. The vampiress didn't know how long they were at it, all she knew it had sated her hunger for Vladimir for the time being. She remembered biting him once or twice to get the excitment up and he did the same to her. She rolled on her side and kissed him passionately.

"That was unlike anything I have experianced before in my life. You are a master of this art." Katrina began to kiss him and run her hands up and down his body before closing her eyes and shuddering, making it look like she had recieved a message. She looked at him.

"Krastatros wants to see me now. I'll be back. Don't go away."

Katrina gave Vladimir another kiss before sliding out of the bed. Her mind still swirling from the bed and her body heated, she step was a little out of place as she walked over to the closet and got dressed in the black dress Vladimir had pulled out earlier. She put back on her gold leaf with blood red ruby necklace on and gave Vladimir one last kiss before walking from her room, shutting the door behind her.

The vampiress located Krastatros and when he had turned to her, she bowed respectfully.

"You wished to see me my Lord?"

Vladimir was breathing heavily as she rubbed her hands along his body. He brought his mouth to hers, kissing her passionately, his hands rubbing her back, before letting her pull away.

"We get better with age, I suppose," Vladimir laughed as he caught his breath. "I won't be going anywhere."

As she closed the door behind her, Vladimir lay down slowly on her bed, reviewing what had gone on since he met her. In the relatively short time, he had met his wife, taught her to be the vampire she was, possibly finding one of the most powerful vampires in history, and had a passionate night with her.

"Now what would Krastatros want with Katrina?" Vladimir mused aloud as he stared at the ceiling.

"Ahh yes, Katrina. Sit down. I have somethings I need to ask you. Where did you first live? When did you first become a vampire? Did you ever meet any other vampires before Vladmir?"

Katrina sat down in a chair and a second later Krastatros was popping questions. She answered calmly.

"I lived in a small village some days south of here. People raise various grains, cattle, chickens and pigs. I became a vampire about a month ago. I was out just after dark when a man came and abducted me. He took me to some cave, drained some blood to keep me weak and proceeded to rape me. I don't know how long I stayed...during that time he turned me into a vampire. Until Vladimir...my attacker is the only vampire I have met my Lord. When I had stumbled home, the cross sent me running and everyone tried to kill me. At my village and most in the area since I preyed upon the animals before Vladimir showed me humans...they have erected crosses to keep us out."

Katrina let Krastatros sit on her response and quietly waited for more questions.

She cocked her head to one side, wracking her memory as she ripped another appendage off the human. “Isn’t it supposed to act on the persons emotional capacity and thought?” Tyranna shrugged. “I wouldn’t know for sure, but that seems to be the reaction of that glowing staff you’re holding.” She smirked “I’d have to take a look at my reference books for my novels. I’m quite sure it’s a few pages from “excalibur” and “Spiritus” And here she tapped the staff/blade at her side. “Latin for wind” She explained as she ripped through the calf of the human, warm blood dripping off her chin enticingly.

Boaz smiled and said, "Yes, and it allows me to summon the spirits of the various Titans. If I wanted to I could summon the power of Cronus. We could wipe the floor with Krastatros." He looked at what was left of the human and said, "Are you done, yet?"

"And you have no powers, Katrina? No, special abilities, or anything like that? Please, forgive my questioing, I am just curious."

Raphael continued his travels towards where Boaz was suppose to live. While he walked, at a pace that exhast most humans, he wondered if he'd perhaps misjudged Vladimir. He hoped he had as it could quite likely lead to problems for Katrina if he had judged the man's condition correctly.

"I am stronger and faster than any human my Lord." Katrina said. "I can also transform myself in a bat. I cannot talk with my mind though. I am not that strong, it hurts my mind quiet a lot."

Katrina paused before talking again. "Well...I have my womanly traits for luring prey. I am also good in trees, I used to climb them a lot as a child. Though, I cannot read, write or swim. Vladimir said he would teach me those things though. Is there anything else my Lord?"

"Yes. Come here and stand in front of me. I must do this to be sure of something. Do not fear, I will not hurt you. Just come stand in front of me, and then bow."

Katrina stood and walked up to Krastatros. She felt a slight nervousness in the chest, but she trusted the vampire lord. With a smile, she gave him a deep, respectful bow.

Immeaditly after Katrina bowed, Krastatros grabbed her scalp. He closed his eyes and thought for awhile. He searched for her past. After awhile, he let go. "I'm sorry for that. I needed to be sure you were not a spy or doppleganger from Boaz. I am sorry. You may return to your love now, Katrina."

Katrina felt Krastatros's strong fingers around her scalp and almost like another hand digging into her mind, searching and poking. Within seconds it was done and she had her explination. She took a few steps back and gave him a respectful bow before returning upstairs to her love.

She smiled as she opened the door and shut it. "Good to see you are still there."

Katrina undressed and hung the dress up for later use. The naked vampiress climbed back into her bed with Vladimir and kissed him. "Krastatros just wanted to talk to me, figure me out and just to check that I am not Boaz's spy."

Katrina smiled and kissed him again, resting her head on his chest. "What shall we do now my love?"

"So it all went well?" Vladimir asked with a smile as he kissed her gently on the head gently.

"What to do...we could get started with another lesson if you want...unless you have something else in mind," he smiled as he stroked her cheek, admiring her beauty.

Katrina gently stroked his stomach. She gently kissed his chest as she thought, she wasn't in the mood right now for swordfighting nor practicing torture techniques on vampires. She looked up into Vladimir's eyes.

"When shall we hold our wedding?" She then paused. "And when can I take you to my old village to 'visit' my family?"

"We could hold our wedding in a week if you want. And if you want it earlier, we can hold it in a few days," he whispered as he wrapped his arm over the back of her waist. "But that would depend on how or when you want to meet your family and friends. We could deal with your family anytime, at the wedding if you want."

"We can even go to your village tomorrow," he said as he looked down on her, smiling widely. "But only if you feel ready."

Tyranna nodded as she finished picking a rib clean. She tossed the immaculate bone over her shoulder and gave him a wry look. “So, it’s a staff that practices Necromancy? Hnn…useful, but to what extent? What I mean, sir, is can you control the living dead as well, say, oh, I don’t know, vampires?” She folded her arms and licked a droplet of blood off the corner of her mouth and her blue eyes flashed. Her ears seemed to twitch. She stiffened suddenly, then relaxed. “Someone is heading towards us…doesn’t appear human or vampiric.” She cocked her head to one side and her eyes got that glazed over look. "And at quite a speedy pace, I might add..." That present feels all to familiar… she thought privately

Katrina moved closer to Vladimir and sighed contently. She liked the cool feel of his pale skin against hers, she felt safe in his arms and felt that no harm could ever come to her.

"A week sounds good." Katrina said. "Give me a chance to get the whole 'noble' thing down a bit more."

She paused as she considered her family. "No, they can't come to the wedding. They would never believe this and my father would try to kill me. It would alert any human nobles who might come so we would have to have dessert a bit early. I would like to see them tomorrow night. A few men from the village most likely are still looking for me in their spare time and I want the village gone so we don't have to worry about anything. Though, we need to get Arcen to remove some crosses outside of the village at night before we arrive."

"Of course, my love. Arcen lives to serve," Vladimir replied.

"Now, about your family. How many people would you want us to kill? Any friends? Other villagers?"

Vladimir moved his hands down Katrina's smooth back, stroking her gently. The stress of his nobility gone when he is with her, his worries and fears dissolved.

All that mattered to him were two things, Living with Katrina, and teaching her all he knew, whether she would become the most vampire or not...

"Malthazius, you puzzle me. You say you have been eyeing me, and here we are in bed, and you are like a statue. I thought you wanted to travel with me and spend time with me, but you have not said a word to me." Aeschia said.

She got out of bed, disgusted, and saddened that she was obviously not attractive enough for him.

Aeschia changed out of her nightgown and back into the clothes she was wearing prior to changing.

Malthazius did not say a word. Not even goodbye.

Aeschia just walked out the door with no plans whatsoever, other than to possibly speak to the lycan, should he be around.

Otherwise, she would just wander... basically with no purpose and no companionship.

Aeschia was, yet again, alone.

As he travelled, he caught sight of someone on the road and slowed down to mostly human normal as well as flipping up his hood to cover his ears. As he walked past he raised a hand in greetings.

ooc: If you're referring to Aeschia, she is in a carriage.

ooc: If you're referring to Aeschia, she is in a carriage.
ooc: Was, but it's not a problem.

OOC: Is someone finally gonna talk to me?!?

OOC: Is someone finally gonna talk to me?!?
ooc: Where is/who is your character/what is he/she doing?

Katrina began to gently kiss Vladimir's chest and stomach, a finger gently tracing around his muscles. She thought quietly, the village had been kind to her until the day she returned. She of course wanted the Priest dead...he would be the first to die as so his god could not protect the others from her wrath. As she thought, a cruel grin moved across her face as she looked up Vladimir to his face. She spoke with an evil glee in her voice and a predatory look in her eyes.

"All of them...the old, the middle age, the very young. Course...the Priest has to go first."

The vampiress gently moved on top of him, kissing his pale stomach and chest, her eyes never leaving his. "Sneak into their homes...kill them in their sleep. A broken neck, a knife to the throat...house by house till mine. Then, a nice little chat with mom and dad...then, our long awaited meal. My sister would have already left...so she is safe."

Katrina slid up to his face and placed her hands on his arms, gently kissing him and speaking in a quiet, seductive tone. "They all have to die Vladimir...everyone from the elderly to the children. I want them on the floor with thier blood flowing from their bodies like rivers. I want to smell it, to feel thier blood on me as they die one by one. They nearly killed me and deserve nothing less. Please Vladimir...will you help me get my vengence? Please my love..."

ooc: Where is/who is your character/what is he/she doing?

OOC: My character is the werewolf in the bar of the hotel where Malthazius and Aeschia are staying.

Vladimir raised an eyebrow as she once again had the predatory gaze, the insidious grin...

"Katrina?" he asked quietly, nearly inaudible. As she slowly inched up his body, he closed his eyes, feeling her kisses, wanting more. He opened his eyes as she reached his face.

"And you're sure your sister won't be there?" Vladimir asked, making sure that they wouldn't be pointed at for the murders, once others found out the whole village was dead...Then again, all the vampires would be amazed at such a feat...

Vladimir matched her smile with his own, dark grin. "But wouldn't it feel better if the whole village found out your new place in life? That you are richer than the whole village combined?"

Katrina continued to kiss Vladimir, her fingers making gentle patterns on his body. She continued to kiss while she talked in the same seductive tone. "Before I was taken she was preparing to leave. By now she is with her man far away."

She looked at Vladimir as he suggested sparing the village and letting them see her wealth and new position in society. That would bring some momentary triumph and pleasure to her, but it would not satisfty the lust for revenge.

"My family will know. No one else my love. I want them to perish in thier beds. I want each one of them to die. To wake and see us before having thier neck broken or throat slashed. Then..." Katrina leaned in, kissing Vladimir passionatly on the lips as she spoke genlty to him and licked his fangs. "...we will come to my family. The meal after the end of a long night will taste so...sweet. Maybe spare a child to have as dessert...they are sweet and so full of life."

Her eyes looked deep into his own. "Please help me Vladimir...I need this. They have betrayed me in a way no one could. Please Vladimir...let us bathe in thier blood and savor my family and a child like they were a good piece of cow. Please..."

"Yes...yes my love...it will be my wedding gift to you..." Vladimir gasped as she kissed him. "One of the many..."

"We will kill then in any and every way you want them to die. Let other villages fear the vampires, like in old."

"Then...when we are with your family...we make them beg for mercy, ask for your forgiveness...and then feast..."

"Now if you want, we can round up as many children as you want, and bring whatever we cannot eat with us..."

Vladimir brought his mouth to Katrina's and kissed passionately. "Anything for my Katrina..."

OOC: My character is the werewolf in the bar of the hotel where Malthazius and Aeschia are staying.

ooc:Good... I'll go back to the bar... Malthazius disappeared. King A hasn't been on in forever.

Aeschia decided to go back to the bar and see if the lycan was still there. Obviously Malthavius had no interest in anything at all, so she would go speak to the lycan in Malthazius' place, if the lycan would have it.

She pulled up and had her horses stabled, then went and spoke to Johannes.

"Hello there." She smiled. "It seems your friend has no interest in me or is in a coma and I will need another room. Please give me your best." Aeschia smiled and gave him a large sum of gold. A porter brought her things to her room and Aeschia headed to the bar.

As she walked in, everyone turned to look at the stunning woman. Aeschia looked around and found the lycan that Malthazius was supposed to speak with. She walked up to him and sat down next to him.

She turned to him and smiled. "Hello, my name is Aeschia. I hope you do not mind if I join you, sir. My former companion is just that, I believe... former. He seems to be... vegetative or something, I do not know. Therefore, I decided I would come and meet you in his place and talk, as I knew you had things to discuss, if that was OK with you." She stated. "I hope I can be of the same help as Malthazius."

Aeschia was still perplexed, she had never met a man in her life who passed up a night with her. Something was definitely wrong with Malthazius.

"Is this acceptable?" She asked the lycan. "If not, I will make arrangements to leave tonight. Malthazius has no interest in anything at all and is nearly in a coma.

"What is your name, lycan, and what is it you would like to speak about?" Aeschia asked. "If you do not mind me taking his place." Aeschia said, displaying a beautiful smile.

Katrina smiled in joy as Vladimir went along with her wishes, she continued to kiss him and grew more excited as he went on, anxious for the next night to come and the slaughter to begin. She smiled as he mentioned the children. "Bring one or two home and keep them as pets. If we feel like a mid-day snack, fresh blood is there right in front of us."

The vampiress held him tightly, not wanting to let go as his smell gently caressed her nostrils. Katrina genlty kissed and licked his neck, then kissing him softly on the cheek.

"I love you Vladimir. I never want to let you go."

"Then don't, my love. We will be together for all eternity...We will accomplish great things. The other vampires will know us by name and immediately associate it with power, wealth, and fear."

"My love, I feel that together we will be an unstoppable force. You have learned quickly. Considering most, if not all, vampires have taken far longer than you have to learn to become a bat...Imagine what you can accomplish in those years?"

"I intend to keep you by my side for as long as time lets us. I will not let go," he replied, kissing Katrina passionately, holding her tightly. He broke away and stared into her eyes. "I love you, my Katrina. I'm glad you accepted my offer to bring you home, the first night in the woods..."

Raphael continued walking, meeting a few people on his travels, including a caravan. He soon arrived at the city Krastatros had claimed Boaz resided and decided to take a room at a hostel.

ooc: Hype, KA's comp/net card was fried which is why he's been absent.

"I am glad too." Katrina said. "If it had not been for you finding me I would still be out there living off of filthy animals instead of tasty humans. I would have never known true love...or as some say...the pleasures of the flesh."

Katrina rested her head on his chest, holding onto him and taking in his scent. It was hard to believe, one night before she was a worthless peasant...and now she was Countess, she was in the arms of a powerful vampire she would marry within a week, she had learend how to become a bat and hunt, and soon she would be having her vengence against her village.

Katrina looked up at Vladimir as he mentioned what thier future would hold for them. She gave him her predatory grin and bared in fangs in a mock display of intimidation.

"I can grow powerful. We will keep the rogue vampires down and make sure that the pure vampires...the noble vampires are above the humans." She gave another fang display. "The humans will fear us and be our cattle. When I grow powerful...I can keep them under control for you. Teach me war and I can devour villages till they submit."

The predator left and returned the sweet and loving woman. She kissed Vladimir. "But...as always I am your Katrina. And in a week, your wife for all eternity."

Vladimir smiled as he imagined whole nations of the worthless humans serving Vladimir and Katrina. Whole nations to carry out the two Vampire's every wish, every word.

"I will teach you anything my love. Anything your heart desires..."

Vladimir gently brought his hands up her sides, stroking her bare flesh as he imagined their empire, their greatness...

He smiled widely, letting his long fangs show openly, before he kissed Katrina on the head. "We have quite a lot to work on, my love. But when we finish it...we will be so powerful, so incredible...we'll rule the world," he chuckled quietly, in almost a sinister laugh. He loved imagining these things. Should they come to fruitation...he'll love ruling everything...

"Sir, will you excuse me for a moment. I need to check on Malthazius actually. I think he may be sick or something, and I should not have just left him there." Aeschia said to the lycan, who still had not introduced himself. "Either I or he will come to see you."

Aeschia was concerned about Malthazius, however she was feeling a bit rejected. Something must have been wrong. She mused. I never should have left him alone. That was so selfish.

Aeschia ascended the stairs and let herself into the room she was previously in. Malthazius was lying on the bed.

"Malthazius... are you OK? I... I... am confused...

"However, if you would like to continue where we left off, I have no objections. There is still time before sunrise." She looked at his beautiful body and grinned seductively. Aeschia leaned over and gave him a passionate kiss.

Hopefully he was OK now. She desired him so much... She ached for him. The thought of the two of them making love made her heart start to pound.

"Malthazius! Malthazius!"

"Who is this? And where in God's name am I?" Malthazius looked around. He was, suddenly, transplanted to a mountain in the middle of the Alps. He tried to engage his flames, but they were suppressed, not from the altitude, but from some other source.

"You, Malthazius, are still on a bed in Berlin, but your mind is here, with me, in a place that no mere mortal could ever reach by physical means." The voice came from behind Malthazius, and he turned, to see a man, cloaked in red, with a shield on his left arm, but his right hand empty, and with a sword belt that held neither sword nor scabbard. Additionally, he had wings of the purest white. His face was bright, more perfectly formed than any human's, and his hair fell behind him in red waves. "I think that you know who I am."

"Champion of God."

"You are looking for something, Malthazius. Something that belongs to me. I am told that you are the one who would be able to wield it as I did. Johannes, though he is a cursed creature, has the knowledge of its location. He is willing to share it with you, though you must be careful, for the location is not where one would look if he were an intelligent man. Only a truly wise man would be able to find it with ease. You will need it shortly.

"A great threat, one of the accursed Kindred, has recently awoken. His name is Krastatros. It is against him that I need you to do battle. Heed my words Malthazius, and let faith guide your heart."

Malthazius opened his eyes, Aeschia standing in the doorway. He had heard the last few word that she had said. How long was I out, he thought to himself.

He got up from the bed, and walked over to Aeschia. "My apologies. I am afraid that I was stolen away. Please, forgive me for that, it was...unavoidable." He bent and kissed her, long, bringing his hands around her body. He brought his hands forward, picking her up, and held her, still engaged with her face.

Tyranna nodded as she finished picking a rib clean. She tossed the immaculate bone over her shoulder and gave him a wry look. “So, it’s a staff that practices Necromancy? Hnn…useful, but to what extent? What I mean, sir, is can you control the living dead as well, say, oh, I don’t know, vampires?” She folded her arms and licked a droplet of blood off the corner of her mouth and her blue eyes flashed. Her ears seemed to twitch. She stiffened suddenly, then relaxed. “Someone is heading towards us…doesn’t appear human or vampiric.” She cocked her head to one side and her eyes got that glazed over look. "And at quite a speedy pace, I might add..." That present feels all to familiar… she thought privately


Boaz replied, "I am not sure if I could control the living dead with this rod. I do believe that it is possible with a certain incantation." Boaz looked towards his library. "I must check in my library for it, however." Boaz smiled when she said that someone was on there way. Boaz thought to himself, I wonder who it is. Boaz then used telepathy to search out the being who was headed towards his home. Boaz looked at Tyranna and said, "It is your kindred, Tyranna. A demon by the name of Raphael." Boaz waited for Tyranna to recognize the name.

Aeschia was happy to see Malthazius back to normal. "Malthazius... what happened, are you OK? I am concerned." She said.

She rolled her eyes and continued, "Unfortunately, believe it or not, my blood is boiling over you." Her heart was beginning to pound again, his face so close to hers... she reached up and gave him a long, slow, passionate kiss.

"I am sorry, I suppose this is not the time. I guess I am having a bit of a problem controlling myself. When you did not respond to me, I assumed you did not desire me." Aeschia explained.

"I told the lycan that one of us would meet him at the bar sooner or later, by the way." She informed him, her eyes smoldering erotically.

Katrina shivered as Vladimir's hands went up her sides. She moaned softly as she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him as close as she could. She loved the thought, the pair of them, ruling the land. Humans being nothing more than cattle, rogue vampires turned to slaves while noble vampires bowed at thier feet. She forgot about Krastatros, she could only imagine herself and Vladimir.

Katrina moved Vladimir's head gently with her hand and began to kiss and lick his neck, gently brushing her fangs along it.

"I can hunt and kill. But...teach me how to fight."

Vladimir closed his eyes, sucking in his breath as she brushed her fangs along his exposed neck. His hands carefully wrapped around her sides, as he gently pulled her up more, where he could enjoy Katrina as well.

"Right now?" Vladimir laughed quietly before he brought his mouth to Katrina's neck, performing her own moves on her, carefully brushing his fangs against her neck. He smiled as he glanced at the look of her face, wondering how much longer she can wait before she fully desires him. He laughed again as he began to think of it as a battle on who would hold out the longest...But already he was resisting the temptation to push Katrina's head gently...

Katrina moaned and arched her head back as Vladimir's fangs worked on her neck. She opened her mouth, trying to speak about going to see Krastatros and learn of what they could do with Boaz but all that came out was another groan. Her hands gently moved up and down his body as she moved back to him. Her hunger for him began to grow again as she kissed his neck.

Katrina placed a hand on the back of his head and pressed him gently into her neck. She spoke softly into his ear. "I give you my love, my body, my blood...I give you me. Please...take me, drink from me and enjoy me. I am yours to enjoy."

Vladimir's fangs gently sank into her smooth flesh and he slowly began to suck the warm crimson liquid from her.

As he did so, he carefully rolled out from under her, rolling her onto her back, his hands running along her body, feeling every soft curve.

He slowly pulled away to breath, and looked into Katrina's eyes. "Katrina, you are so beautiful...every moment I am with you is one that I enjoy," he gasped quietly, kissing her passionately.

Malthazius was again rather silent. Does he not desire me? I have not met a man who did not.

Aeschia looked at him confused... "What... You do not desire me Malthazius?" She asked sadly.

Being an extremely strong vampire with nearly first brood blood, her erotic hunger was unbearable at times. This was one of those times. Aeschia thought she was going to go insane. "You are torturing me Malthazius." She looked deeply into his eyes.

Malthazius bent low and scooped Aeschia into is arms and carried her to the bed. He lay down next to her and kissed her long and deep, his hands busy elsewhere. "You are one of the most beautiful creatures that I have ever seen." His eyes smoldered, but he remembered himself, and forced the flames down within himself.

"You need not worry. I know of nothing that would be able to take away my willing interest in you." He kissed her again.

Aeschia gasped. She was actually trembling under the movement of his deft hands.

"Oh Malthazius..." She was breathing hard, and moaning... "You have not known the love of a vampire as I have not know the love of a pyro."

Aeschia was reaching a form of ecstasy just from kissing him, and his hands, expertly moving over her body, as she moved hers over his. She could not stop her moaning... it was uncontrollable. She loved his slow, deep, erotic kisses, and hungered for him...

Aeschia licked his neck and rubbed her fangs lightly over his neck, something she was sure he never felt. "Do not worry. I will not bite you." She whispered as she nibbled his ear and kissed and sucked his neck. His body was hard muscle, and made her blood nearly boil. Being of such strong blood, her eroticism exceeded just about anyone's.

She caressed his muscles and ran her hands through her hair... what she could not get enough of was their mouths together, their tongues dancing deeply.

"Malthazius," Aeschia gasped, "I do not think I have ever ached and desired anyone as I do you. I am burning up inside. Taking things a little slow like this is so teasing to me..." she gasped again as he kissed and sucked her neck, his hands moving all over her. As much as she wanted to taste his blood, she would never.

She was moaning uncontrollably under his spell. "Malthazius... " she gasped. He had been on top of her for a while now and she was in another place.

"I hope you have energy... damn... the sun... will be up in an hour or two... I ... wanted you... all night..."

Aeschia could hardly wait for him to take her, to feel him inside her.

"When you take me..." she gasped between moans, "take me hard." Aeschia said.

She was shaking and quivering and nearly insane, his perfect mouth covering hers, as well as other areas of her body, her hands roaming his perfect body... Aeschia could hardly stand waiting... she was ready to beg him to take her...

She paused for a moment then her eyes widened. “Raphael?” Tyranna hissed. Now she remembered. He had been her friend ages ago, when she was considered young for a demon. He had rescued her from a group of people who had recognized her as a demon, and nearly killed her while hunting her. She had to recuperate for two weeks, and, during that time, got to know the older male. The moment she was healed, she left and tried to push him out of her mind, but to no avail. She had ended up using his personality for a character in one of her novels. She looked at Boaz with shining eyes. “Well, it appears as though YOU know I’ve been aquatinted with him. That shall be an interesting tale” She mused with a slight smile. Her left hand anxiously twirled her staff in quick, deliberate, circles.

Malthazius drew th covers on top of the two of them. His hands went to the buckles that held his pants on. Quickly, they were gone.He pulled the sheets up further, envelopnig the two of them. Taking great care, he allowed his skin temperature to rise by just a few degrees, small, but for one like Aeschia, it would make all the difference. In truth, he felt that his blood was soon ready to ignite. "Too slow for you? Then take me as you will, my Lady."

Mathazius turned over, bringing the vampiress on top of him. They were still under the covers. Her kisses were tender, soft, and exhilerating, for he had never felt a vampire's kiss before.

Katrina closed her eyes and moaned as Vladimir began to drink. She didn't notice him rolling them over to where he was now above her. The vampiress felt his mouth leave her neck, the pleasure going with it. She smiled at him and returned his kiss, tasting her blood as their lips locked together.

Katrina moved her lips from his and they found his neck. Her fangs slid into his flesh and she drank deeply. She pulled back, a thin stream of blood coming from the corner of her mouth.

Katrina looked up at him. Her arms wrapped behind his neck. "Enjoy me my love, my body is yours. Take me...tell me what you want and I shall give it."

Vladimir slowly moved his face over to hers, slowly licking the blood from the corner of her mouth. "Anything?" he asked slyly as he moved his lips over hers again. Slowly he pulled his lips from her and smiled.

"Give me everything you have...let's make this the best ever," he gasped as they once again began to spend their time in erotic passion...

OOC: Sorry, should I respond to your post Hyper? I was away all weekend, probably should have said something.

Aeschia was shocked at the temperature rise... very pleasantly. She moaned as she felt his skin become warmer.

She kissed him passionately, and began kissing him down his neck and chest, slightly rubbing her fangs as she continued down to his stomach, her hands exploring every inch of him.

"No no Malthazius...", she slid up and looked him in the eyes, her back arched and her body pushing against his.

"I want you to have me the way you want... I am sure I will not regret you taking me any way you wish. Please... you take control... I am completely yours." Aeschia kissed him passionately, her breathing excellerated and moaning nearly constantly, feeling his entire body under hers.

"Please, take me your way, my Pyro." Aeschia closed her eyes as she kissed him slowly and longingly.

She paused for a moment then her eyes widened. “Raphael?” Tyranna hissed. Now she remembered. He had been her friend ages ago, when she was considered young for a demon. He had rescued her from a group of people who had recognized her as a demon, and nearly killed her while hunting her. She had to recuperate for two weeks, and, during that time, got to know the older male. The moment she was healed, she left and tried to push him out of her mind, but to no avail. She had ended up using his personality for a character in one of her novels. She looked at Boaz with shining eyes. “Well, it appears as though YOU know I’ve been aquatinted with him. That shall be an interesting tale” She mused with a slight smile. Her left hand anxiously twirled her staff in quick, deliberate, circles.

Boaz looked at her and said, "What do you think he will do? He is probably a spy for that idiotic Krastatros." Boaz looked towards the door and said, "Well let him come. I am sure that you will be able to handle him."

Raphael spent a few hours resting at the hostel, before getting some bread and cheese and began looking for, and asking questions about the location of Boaz's domicile.

As he walked, his thoughts drifted to the young demon he met, some centuries prior, by the name of Tyranna. He wondered why he thought of her, when he hadn't for so long, but shrugged it off in looking for Boaz's home.

As Erik and Sigmund walked through the forest, Krastatros sensed them. Vampire hunters. Just what I need. I think I'll send Vlamir to take care of them. That way he has something to do, other tan make love all day and become lazy. Krastatros contacted him. Vladmir, do you sense the vampire hunters? They are strong. I want you to go and kill them. Now. Drop whatever you are doing, and go. He didn't want Vladmir becoming to distracted with Katrina.

Malthazius slowly undid the the ties at the back of Aeschia. Her clothes had left tlittle to be imagined, so the looking was less important. For that matter, his eyes remained closed as he continued to kiss her. He brought her clothes up a bit, freeing her from the constraints, and guided her down on top of him. It was slow, and sensual, but it gradually built, becoming a rythym of deep ecstacy.

*********Just over 90 minutes later**************

Malthazius dropped to Aeschia's side, leaving her at last. "You are truly one of the most magnificent creatures that I have ever known. And I must add, that for all your beauty, both physical and internal, I could feel that you were stronger still." He kissed her. "You have helped me to ease a pain on my heart that I thought would never lighten. I thank you a thousand times over. And now, my fair lady, I do believe that dawn is nearly upon us." He got up from the bed, slowly, and retrieved a pair of loose trousers. He went to the opposite wall, and pressed in two small buttons, releasing a door. This was pulled out by the fingerholds that Malthazius had created. Inside was a bed, small, built inside a slightly larger than usual mahogany coffin, lined with satin of deep red.

"Johannes always does provide excellent lodgings. Both the coffin and the room are, if I know my friend, sun proof, so you shall have a double barrier. I will wait in the hall if you wish to prepare yourself in private for your day sleep. Otherwise, I can wait here to close the concealed door after you have entered. As always, I await your leisure, my Lady. I will be down to talk to the lycan after the sun rise, but Johannes has been kind enough to loan us a couple of men to stand guard while I am absent."

Malthazius slow, erotic lovemaking had given Aeschia everything she could have desired. As they kissed, and moved together, Aeschia could not stop moaning. She reached ecstasy fairly quickly, due to her state of arousal, however, she achieved rolling thunder... nearly consistantly over the top climaxes... long, and one after the other... for nearly an hour. In retrospect, she hoped the walls were soundproof, as she had gone from moaning to screaming and thrashing.

After all was done, they were both perspiring and breathing heavily.

"Malthavius... That was... amazing, her eyes glazed over." She was exhausted and satiated beyond belief. Aeschia kissed him passionately as she stood up. "Malthazius, I do hope you return before sundown." She looked at him slyly and caressed his shoulders.

"I guess it is time to sleep. The lycan should be at the bar. Please tell me what you find out." Aeschia did not want him to leave, but he could hardly be expected to sleep in a coffin all day.

"I am relieved there will be guards, but I will feel safer knowing you are here as soon as you can be back." Aeschia brushed her lips against his, and lay down in the coffin, as Malthazius pushed it under and closed everything up.

"I'll try to be quick. Rest assured, I'll probably be back before noon, already consuming more alcohol. Don't worry, I'm no drunkard. Can't be, anyways, though I do remember some jackass firebrand Anglican minister preaching to his congregation about the evils of alcohol. He was an idiot. Don't ask, long story, no time. Suffice it to say that I had been in Jolly Old England one year for a variety of reasons, stopped by a small church one Sunday, and I have since sworn to never attend a Protestant Service again for as long as I live."

Malthais turned from where he was standing, pivoting on his heels, cracking his back to both sides before flexing backwards. The same was done for his neck. "As I said before, I can wait out in one of the other rooms if you would prefer, otherwise, I have to piss." He moved off towards the water closet.

bump

ooc: lol whoops


Vladimir was blissfully kissing Katrina, when he recieved the message from Krastatros. Vladimir slowly got off Katrina with a growl. "Katrina...Krastatros has called me to duty...two vampire hunters..."

Master, I have another idea. Next week, Katrina and I are going to have our wedding party. Perhaps we befriend these two figures and use them against Boaz? Then, we wouldn't need to worry about our own Vampires losing their lives against Boaz, while we don't care about the lives of these humans...

i'm going home!!

GO SENIORS `06!!!


WOOT WOOT MOTHA FUCKA
viva la pugmug.

"It does not matter Mathlazius," she smiled. "Go on ahead if you like. I will just throw on my nightgown and be in the coffin when you get back.

"Just for your information, I do not always sleep in a coffin. I have not for a very long time. At least not at my own homes. I slept in a regular bedroom with windows that could be completely blocked out with metal sliding pieces, but this is fine, and very secure." Aeschia explained.

Aeschia put on her nightgown and got into the coffin. I wonder if Malthazius has any... feelings for me? She mused. Or if last night was just a purely carnal act for him. It really was not for me. She thought. But he does not act as if he has any feelings for me. I know we just met, but... I'm getting the idea that he is looking at last night as a one nighter and has no interest in me. Well how could he... she sighed, I am what he usually kills, she thought sadly.

It was just the way he just popped out of bed and there was no tenderness afterward and it was back to business for him as if nothing happened. Aeschia was slightly hurt, but trying to look at the reality... as far as she knew he slept with all kinds of women.

Aeschia began to get drowsy and fell asleep before Malthazius ever returned to the coffin.

Fine, but I want you and Katrina to go and get them, then bring them here. I must see if they are capable of even fighting Boaz. If they are not, then I will kill them myself. Hurry, for this was your idea, and I want it done quickly.

She smiled at Boaz wildly. “We’ll see. I’m skilled, but I do not know if I can match him. I sparred with him but once. We we’re evenly matched. It’s been a couple centuries, and I know I’ve gotten better, but he most definitely has as well.” Tyranna sighed at her own words. Sometimes she hated her realism. Her eyes snapped to Boaz’s eyes. “Shall I guard the door?”

She smiled at Boaz wildly. “We’ll see. I’m skilled, but I do not know if I can match him. I sparred with him but once. We we’re evenly matched. It’s been a couple centuries, and I know I’ve gotten better, but he most definitely has as well.” Tyranna sighed at her own words. Sometimes she hated her realism. Her eyes snapped to Boaz’s eyes. “Shall I guard the door?”

Boaz sat back and said, "You can if you think you should. For some reason I don't believe Raphael wants a fight. I think he wants information. I wonder if he is spying for Krastatros?"

Raphael had found someone who claimed to know where Boaz resided, and for a not inconsiderable sum of Krastatros's money, agreed to lead him there. Raphael wondered if he was being conned, or set up, but decided to trust the man and followed.

Steve looked out the window to see the sky beginning to turn gray. He was starting to grow tired of waiting for this Malthazius character. Though he was interested, there was probably something going on in the city right now that he could stop. He sighed and buried his nose in the ale. Then he wondered why he hadn't been thrown out yet. He shrugged and continued to wait.

Malthazius stood over the bowl, relieving himself with a sigh. His mind turned to Aeschia. The night had been, well, interesting. They had met so quickly, and done so much, it was bewildering. Malthazius wondered if chance had thrown Aeschia to him, or something else. She really was special. "Get a grip on yourself, man. She's a vampiress. You're a Pyromantic Hunter. It will never work." He said this aloud to himself. Still, he could not help the feelings that he had for her, feelings that reminded him of, no, he was just deluding himself. He was still cursed, bound to God and a servant of the Lord until his redemption was obtained.

He came out to find Aeschia gone, already asleep, and both coffin and door panel closed. Deciding to see if he could speed things up, he grabbed a clean shirt, strapped on his only remaining pair of leather boots, and headed down to meet the werewolf.

The werewolf was sitting with his ale, by a window. Malthazius grabbed a pint of the local ale as well, then went over and sat down across form the Lycan. "My name is Malthazius. By what may I call you?"

"My name is Stephen Hauptmann," he replied, "It is nice to meet you under more civil circumstances Malthazius. Now, can I get you a drink?"

Stephen was glad to finally be able to get some answers after wastig an entire night. It wasn't even that good ale.

"Why are you and your friend here?"

"Already taken care of," Malthazius said holding up his own ale. "As to why I am here, I believe the more proper question is why are you here?"

"Well, it's a long story, but let's just say for now that I'm here to hunt down evil wherever it lives. I know it sounds corny, but that's what I've been doing for 5 years," Stephen replied after some thought.

"Now, I'd like you to answer my question please."

Aeschia was tossing and turning, having trouble sleeping. Yes, she was a vampire and he was a hunter, but the weren't the usual types of vampires and hunters.

In such a short time, she had developed feelings for Malthazius. She knew it was a one way thing. Tears came running down her face.

She would never have a chance with him. She was not up to his standards. Aeschia began to sob. Neither of them was truly evil... why then?

Again, she came to the conclusion that he did not care for her, and that he was above what she was, and would never lower himself to care for a vampire.

Why is it she cared so much, and they were going to travel together, and he had no feelings for her?

Aeschia was so hurt her stomach had pains. She really felt something special for Malthazius, and to know he felt nothing back was like a knife in the heart. She cried herself to sleep.

Katrina slowed her breathing down to a series of deep inhales and exhales. She looked up at Vladimir as he informed her he had been called to duty by their Lord. She smiled up at him.

"Go get 'em."

Fine, but I want you and Katrina to go and get them, then bring them here. I must see if they are capable of even fighting Boaz. If they are not, then I will kill them myself. Hurry, for this was your idea, and I want it done quickly.

Of course my lord...but I was only thinking of befriending them, or having Arcen befriend them...but bringing them here would be better I suppose...Just do not kill them, not yet... he thought to Krastatros as he pulled on some clothes rapidly.

He stopped suddenly as he looked dreamily into Katrina's eyes, then taking in her relaxed form. Vladimir smiled as he kissed Katrina one more time, before putting on his vest. "Katrina, I love you. If I do not come back...do not worry, I will, but if I don't, Arcen or my other servants will teach you what you want. My whole house is open to you."

He leaned towards Katrina's neck and whispered, "Get what information you can from Krastatros...and overthrow him when the time is right. It is time when a younger generation comes to power. Krastatros has become to hasty, too uncoordinated...just keep in mind this may take hundres, or even thousands of years."

He kissed Katrina on the neck, barely resisting the urge to sink his fangs in her again. Instead he only brushed against her skin slightly, to hear a slight moan, before walking out hurredly.

"Arcen, get two crossbows," Vladimir said as he put two pistols in holsters underneath is jacket, along with strapping his rapier to his hip.

With a smile, the dashing, and well armed vampire rushed out the door, his cape flowing elegantly behind him, and into the carriage.

Arcen got on top, after giving a crossbow and several bolts to his master, and rode off towards the wilderness where Krastatros spotted them.

Aeschia awoke mid-day, tossing and turning. Her heart breaking at Malthazius' coldness after their passionate night. Not even a kiss or a word... just off. I feel so... hurt.

Aeschia never had this happen before... a man just getting up after a passionate night with her, and not wanting to be with her, kissing her, and being tender with her.

Tears ran down her face. I can never be what he wants. Never good enough for him.

How strange she felt this way after knowing him such a short time. It is not as if she felt feelings for ever man she slept with. Aeschia was sad and confused, and felt so rejected.

I will try to pretend it does not bother me. She thought, and tried to go back to sleep.

Erik and Sigmund had come to a large opening in the forest. "Let's rest here for a moment." So far, they had found nothing. He had not given up, but he was irratated.

Katrina sat up in the bed after Vladimir had spoken about overthrowing Krastatros. If Vladimir died, Katrina would bide her time till she could throw Krastatros out of his seat of power, then with whatever humans are serving her those centruies in the future she would have him crucified and then put out to be killed by sun and cross in revenge for her lover's death.

Katrina slipped into her black, silk night gown and moved after Vladimir as he walked towards the carriage. She stopped at the stairs and watched as he disappeared outside and the door shut. She stood there quietly and spoke in a voice that barely qualified as a whisper. "Come back my love..."

Krastatros sat in the same position as he had been for the past hours. He thought of Katrina. He didn't like her. It wasn't her, it was her need to be with Vladmir, and the fact hat he was changing because of her. If he killed her, Vladmir would most likely revolt. However, if Boaz killed her... A plan was forming in his mind. And, in the back of his mind, he tought about Vladmir. He knew he was angry that Krastatros had risen. He wanted control. Oh well. He would have to lay down the law then.

Erik and Sigmund had come to a large opening in the forest. "Let's rest here for a moment." So far, they had found nothing. He had not given up, but he was irratated.

Sigmund dropped his pack and sat down next to the nearest tree. He continued to inspect Erik for any signs of supernatural features on him. He still hadn't found any, but was sure that Erik was more than what he described himself as. He kept his ears open for signs of any other forces watching them and kept two steaks under his robe ready in case the time should come.

OOC- By the way, did anyone figure out where I took the title of this thread from? It's music based...

OOC- By the way, did anyone figure out where I took the title of this thread from? It's music based...

ooc- Is it based on Iron Maiden?

ooc: I can't think right now, but I bet it's Pink Floyd:p Sometime I have to tell you about how we had to disect "The Wall" movie in one of my college classes! You'd have loved it!

ooc- Is it based on Iron Maiden?

YEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Not the best Maiden album, but Mother Russia is awesome. Hype, I saw the Wall. It was nuts. Great album, great movie. Especially when an army of hammers marches by. :D

ooc: It all makes sense and it is all a chronological, psychological explanation regarding the issues that went on through Roger Waters' life. And every piece makes sense. Amazing.

ooc: It all makes sense and it is all a chronological, psychological explanation regarding the issues that went on through Roger Waters' life. And every piece makes sense. Amazing.

yeah, it's about my boy Waters(seeing in September!) and Syd Barrett, the original lead singer/guitarist before Gilmour. He took to much acid, but he was already insane, so he went into complete seclusion. "Wish You Were Here" and "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" are dedicated to him.

yeah, it's about my boy Waters(seeing in September!) and Syd Barrett, the original lead singer/guitarist before Gilmour. He took to much acid, but he was already insane, so he went into complete seclusion. "Wish You Were Here" and "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" are dedicated to him.

ooc: I'm aware of that... I had to study Barett in another class... lol! (And I was an Econ/Urban Studies/pre-law/public administration major/minor! :p ) But The Wall, is based on Waters view and life, and how his life affected him sociologically, basically. That prof rocked! We'd meet him out at clubs and such. He was killed in a car accident when he was probably 35. :(

Waters was always my fav... "Fuck all that we gotta get on with this!" :D

ooc: I'm aware of that... I had to study Barett in another class... lol! (And I was an Econ/Urban Studies/pre-law/public administration major/minor! :p ) But The Wall, is based on Waters view and life, and how his life affected him sociologically, basically. That prof rocked! We'd meet him out at clubs and such. He was killed in a car accident when he was probably 35. :(

Waters was always my fav... "Fuck all that we gotta get on with this!" :D

Dman, that sucks...

Waters is indded the man. However, Gilmour is also the man. The guy can solo like no one else, except for a few other greats.(Clapton/Beck/Hendrix/Blackmore)

Dman, that sucks...

Waters is indded the man. However, Gilmour is also the man. The guy can solo like no one else, except for a few other greats.(Clapton/Beck/Hendrix/Blackmore)

ooc: You don't know the unknowns... I was an alternative/punk and jazz dj in college, back when alternative was alternative. There are some amazing bands out there that most are unfamiliar with. No radio play. We should switch to the ooc thread if we're going to continue w/this, I think.

Aeschia awoke again. It was a good thing she could go without sleep for long periods and still function.

I wonder if Malthazius has spoken with the lycan and what the conversation was about? She wondered.

She made up her mind to block out her feelings for Malthazius. She would just despair more if she did not.

The truth was, she did not seem to be able to truly wipe out those feelings, but she would do her best. Her sadness was overwhelming now, but it would fade. If she had to, she would leave. After all, she was an extremely strong vampire... even stronger than most of the kindred who were older than her, as she had first brood blood. She could take care of herself.

ooc: I had thought this the OOC...Lol

Arcen stopped the wagon at the edge of the woods, and opened the door for Vladimir to get out.

"Arcen...if I die...and you get out alive...make sure Katrina learned everything. Make sure she gets me fortune...I have already donated a large sum to the clan..." the vampire noble said as he jumped out of the carriage, a bolt ready in his crossbow.

"Of course, my lord..."

Count Vladimir had stepped into the forest and could already smell the dispicable creatures...

He slowly crept up on them.

"What are you two doing in here?" he asked as he pointed his crossbow at one of them. Arcen did the same with the other hunter.

Tyranna sighed. “Who knows? We mustn’t let him know we think that of him. We’ll watch him, if that pleases you.”

The man had lead Raphael to the destination and then departed, with a shake of his head and a muttered comment about lunatics. Walking up, he rapped on the door, hoping it was the right address.

ooc: I had thought this the OOC...Lol

Arcen stopped the wagon at the edge of the woods, and opened the door for Vladimir to get out.

"Arcen...if I die...and you get out alive...make sure Katrina learned everything. Make sure she gets me fortune...I have already donated a large sum to the clan..." the vampire noble said as he jumped out of the carriage, a bolt ready in his crossbow.

"Of course, my lord..."

Count Vladimir had stepped into the forest and could already smell the dispicable creatures...

He slowly crept up on them.

"What are you two doing in here?" he asked as he pointed his crossbow at one of them. Arcen did the same with the other hunter.

Sigmund still had his back turned to the vampire, but could not identify him because of the crossbow he heard being loaded. He answered in an uncaring tone, "I'm sorry. Is this your spot?" He gput away one steak and grabbed his sword ready for combat.

"Actually, this is my land. I am Count Thanatos. May I ask as to what you two are doing here?" Vladimir asked, keeping his crossbow trained on the warriors.

Boaz looked at Tyranna and said, "It looks like your counterpart has arrived. Let the servants answer the door. I will be in the library with the Titan." Boaz walked off to his personal library.

A servant opened the door. The servant asked, "How may I help you?"

"Is this the residence of one who is known as Boaz?" Raphael asked

Erik pulled out his broadsword and cross. He yelled out. "We are searching for the great evil that we have both felt. And this land belongs to no one, count."

"Considering that I have the deed in my home...I would hope I was not jipped. No matter, forgive us," Vladimir said as he raised his crossbow, motioning Arcen to do the same.

"You've felt that too? That feeling of evil that summoned those demons? I'm guessing you both are vampire hunters...or demon hunters? No matter, I am in the need of both. After studying the beasts, I have found out quite a bit, including a lead of where they have come from. Come, follow me and I will tell you what I have found."

He kept his eyes on the cross, as well as the weapons, ready do dart away from either, should they be used.

"I am a hunter. However, I don't know if we should follow you. It would not be wise for us to follow some person who just threatened us with crossbows to his home."

"You can't blame me for being careful of trespassers? Have you not heard of the recent vampire attacks? It was not wise to do as you have done, and yet you've done it," Vladimir replied with a warm smile. "Plus, If you two are hungry, I'd be more than willing to give you some food."

Sigmund answered him, "You must be stupid if you think you can defend yourself with crossbows then. Arrows are made of wood, but it requires a steak a full inch in diameter to fully kill vampires. And I have to agree with Erik here, your introduction wasn't exactly a very kind one, so how can we know you're not going to do something similar when we reach wherever it is you'll take us?"

"And that is why I am not a hunter," Vladimir replied. "And I have all the right to ask you what you were doing here...my introduction was quite proper..."

"Do something similiar to what, my good friend? I have no intention of killing those that could help me with my problems. Especially since I do not want to get myself hurt when my wedding is so soon!"

Sigmund snorted and thought, "Great... another bickering lord. Oh well.... Might as well find out what he wants. Could be important somehow" He asked the count in an uncaring but slightly amused tone, "All right Thanatos, what's threatening you?"

"Not so much threatening me, but everything in general. My studies have lead me to believe a vampire lord that goes by the name of Boaz, is behind the demon attacks. He summoned two, however he did not realize how weak he was after slumbering for so long. So the demons battled each other..."

"I have been unable to find out where Boaz resides, but he must be stopped as soon as possible..." Vladimir replied.

Sigmund lost interest when he heard the name Boaz. He was hoping that this would somehow involve this "Krastatros" that he wanted to learn about. Sigmund asked Vladimir, "Okay now, this doesn't make sense. I've dealt with vampires attmepting to summon demons before and read their summoning scrolls. They only say that one demon of giant size can be summoned by a vampire no matter how powerful they are. After that, they have to rest for a week before they summon another one. And from what I've seen, two were summoned at the same time and fought against each other. But I suppose it would be possible another vampire summoned one......" Sigmund then ventured by asking the question, "Have you ever heard of a vampire named...Krastatros?"

"I have...however this Krastatros has not been seen for so long...I believe he is either dead, or still in slumber. Plus...it is not his style...he is more of a person who...persuades, rather than acts himself."

"And this two demon thing does worry me. Perhaps Boaz found a way to bypass that. Which would explain his extreme exhaustion and not being able to control the demons. And theres the possibility of a new vampire lord, but one has not yet come to fruitation with enough power...that I can think of at least.," Vladimir replied, rubbing his chin as he played with the two hunters.

Sigmund was able to understand the the demon part, but he was not so sure about Vladimir's claim of Krastatros. Sigmund answered, "I don't think so. I've been learning about him, and found out he's like this Boaz, but possibly equal or more powerful then Boaz." Sigmund got out the necklace he found in the coven two weeks ago, a necklace with a silver pentagram and a ruby in its center. He continued, "I found this necklace during a coven service. They were worshipping a vampire by the name of Krastatros and stated that he was returning to power. If you think he's dead, then you should have seen what I saw."

Vladimir inched closer to the necklace, his eyes widening. "Are you sure they were not just the fanatics, chanting and wishing their master back?"

"I'd bet anything it wasn't. Vampire's don't become fanatics, they only react to whatever trully happens on Earth. So when they say something's happening, they know it for a fact."

"Then we may have more danger than expected...But I cannot help but wonder...what if they were just doing so to lead us on the wrong path?" Vladimir asked as he continued to stroke his chin.

"I think they could do that, but do you think they would do something false not knowing hunters around? I saw a service being preformed myself in front of a statue of a vampire. I killed the whole coven before they were able to kill a young boy in that vampires name, but I could show you the place if you wished it..."

"Is this the residence of one who is known as Boaz?" Raphael asked

The servant replied, "Yes it is. Is Master Boaz expecting you?"

"If it was part of a very elaborate plan, I would suspect so...however I couldn't be sure. And I'll just take your word for it...those kinds of things give me the spooks..." Vladimir chuckled quietly. "Is the young boy back home?"

"If he is the Boaz I'm looking for, I'm sure he'll know I'm here." Raphael replied

"I took him home, yes. But my goal is to find Krastatros. If Boaz had some kind of connection with Krastatros, I'd probably cosider finding him."

Sigmund had forgot that he was accompanied by Erik, but he was very focused on finding out about Krastatros. If Vladimir was a vampire trying to get Sigmund to kill Boaz for him, Sigmund had to admit he was doing a good job concealing his identity.

"If Boaz and Krastatros are allied...we'd best pray to God it isn't so..." Vladimir muttered. "Come, I can refill your rations if you wish, along with show you what information I have come to in my studies. I insist."

Sigmund was slightly more interested by what Vladimir had offered, but decided to see if Erik would have any doubt about Vladimir's words as he did.

'Fine. We will go with you. But, I will kill you if you try anything. Sigmund, watch your back, and have your weapon at the ready."

Tyranna nodded to Boaz. "If you insist." She would smile as she heard Rapheal reply to the servant answering the door. She flipped up the hood of her cloak, her blue eyes gleaming slits from under the dark cloth. "Let him in." Her smooth voice rang through the servants skull.

Sigmund decided that maybe this count would be willing to show them important information. But he knew that such things could turn into disasters the moment he turned from them. The count had some signs that showed him to be a vampire, but these could also be found on normal humans. Sigmund followed the count and continued to conceal the fact he had a wooden steak in his left and gripped onto his sword handle in his right.

"I am here because it is safe here. Suffice to say that I have been here before, and use this as a retreat of sorts. You hunt evil? That interests me. I know tht you are more powerful than a human by day, but whenever the mmon rises I have seen the savage beasts that you become. No offense intended, but your kind becomes mindless, mad beasts with nothing more in their hearts but desire for destruction. I won;t kid you, I have killed your kind before. Though to be fair, it was difficult, probably more so than it has been to slay vampires. I too hunt evil. That is my road." Malthazius drank a long draught from his ale, then handed it to a passing barmaid to get it refilled.

While he waited for the barmaid to return, Malthazius turned back to Steven. "I do not wish to harm you, and I don't sense elevated hazard being close to you. Normally that means that you don't intendt to harm me. Since you have been in the area, do you know of anything that would be of interest for me, with respect to our common, albeit currently seperate, causes? I haven't been near a big city recently, and it is places like this where news always gathers."

ooc: King A. See OOC thread...

Katrina sat in her room, her face etched with worry over Vladimir. She thought of praying, but to who? God? No...he had shunned her when she had become a a vampire. The Devil? He seemed to be her Lord now. She quietly prayed to the Devil to watch over Vladimir and destroy the hunters if they tried to harm her love. She also prayed for the power to destroy Krastatros if Vladimir was killed.

Finished with her short prayer, Katrina continued to sit in her chair, the black silk nightgown hanging loosely off her as she waited.

Aeschia had eventually fallen asleep and awoke. It was evening. Time for her to get up. All things considered, she slept well. She got out of the coffin and stretched.

Then she unlocked the room from the inside, and emerged into the bedroom, closing up the hidden room.

Malthazius is not back yet. I hope everything went well with the lycan.

Aeschia was a bit worried as she assumed Malthazius would have been back within an hour or two.

She decided to take a long bath, get dressed, and wait.

Aeschia filled the tub with hot water and got in. It was wonderful... she dozed off...

Malthazius got nothing from the werewolf. "I'll talk to you later. I know that you can find us." He headed out for the day, after checking back on the guard that Johannes had provided. They were diligent, and invisible. Whoever said that good help is hard to find was a penny pinching miser. Johannes knew his business. Malthazius felt secure enough to go out for the rest of the day. He drifted from pub to pub, tavern to tavern, asking around in a discreet manner. He got nothing. If there was anything to be known, Johannes would know it.

As the sun set, Malthazius realized the time, and went back to the hotel. He entered the room, and saw that Aeschia was no longer asleep. Trying to figure out where she was, he abasent mindedly blundered into the bathroom. "My apologies, Aeschia," he said, immediately tunring his back. "I've been out asking for important happenings, but to no avail. I'll wait out in the bedroom, unless you feel the need to rewarm thy bath after it cools."

"Oh no! Hi Malthazius. I fell asleep in here." Aeschia chuckled. "I'll just get dressed." She had a towel around her.

"What are we going to do tonight. I would like to dress appropriately. If we are likely to end up in a fight, I'll put my fighting clothes on, otherwise a dress." She explained to him.

"How are you doing?" She asked him. Aeschia could not help it. When she saw his face, the feelings for him came back.

She ran up to him and hugged him and held him, much to her surprise. She wanted to be in his arms. She had to remember; he had no feelings for her.

Aeschia backed away. "I-I-I am sorry. I do not know what came over me." She looked away quickly.

Tyranna nodded to Boaz. "If you insist." She would smile as she heard Rapheal reply to the servant answering the door. She flipped up the hood of her cloak, her blue eyes gleaming slits from under the dark cloth. "Let him in." Her smooth voice rang through the servants skull.

The servant nodded his head and told Raphael, "Lady Tyranna wishes for you to come in." He opened the door so that the other demon could come in.

"Tyranna , that was her name, but I'm sure it's just a coincidence." He thought as he entered. "Is Lady Tyranna, Boaz's wife?" He asked the servant, folding his hood down, revealing his ears to the servant.

"Don't worry about it." Malthazius politely exited while Aeschia dressed herself. That was nice. No, wait, what are you doing? Mentally, Mathazius gave himself a swift kick in the shins. He hoped that Aeschia had not been using her telepathy just then.

"Wear something tough, durable, and yes, for fighting. I have to talk to Johannes before we leave, but it shouldn't take long at all."

Aeschia changed into her leather catsuit, boots, weapons belt, and cape. She put her hair up and wrapped it shinobi-style with a black cloth. She must have weighed 200 lbs with all the metal and the pistol.

I wonder what fighting he is expecting?

At the same time, she was profoundly sad at the rejection she had been experiencing, and could not get her jovial, happy personality back at this point.

"Malthazius, I am dressed. Where is it we are going or what is it we are doing that you are expecting fighting? And are they hunters? " She asked him in a matter-of-fact way, her face and eyes blank, her voice having no emotion. She was trying to hide the pain and the only way to do it was to behave like an automaton for now.

Aeschia waited for his reply. She wanted to make sure she was prepared.

"Are all hunters so strangely paranoid?" Vladimir asked with a chuckle as he turned around and began to walk back to his carriage. Arcen brought up the rear, his crossbow ready to skewer anyone attempting to murder his master.

As they approached the carriage, Arcen walked up to Vladimir and nodded.

"My servant is going to continue scouting the woods. Make yourselves comfortable as I drive this carriage to my mansion..."

"Tyranna , that was her name, but I'm sure it's just a coincidence." He thought as he entered. "Is Lady Tyranna, Boaz's wife?" He asked the servant, folding his hood down, revealing his ears to the servant.
"I think not." Tyranna walked down the steps slowly as she approached Raphael. She grinned at him beneath her hood, blue eyes dancing. "It's been a long time."

"That is has." He replied with an answering smile, "So how have you been since I last saw you Tyranna?" He asked, "And since it appears demons are accepted, mind if I take of my cloak?"

She waved her hand flippantly. "Not at all. It IS rather stuffy in here isn't it?" In response she took of her own cloak and draped it over her left arm. "As to how I've been...well. I've completed a few books and furthered my sword education. Yourself?"

"Travelled, studied, learned, much the same as I was doing when we met those many years ago, of course I've been studying other things and travelling to new places." He replied as he likewise removed his cloak, letting his tail and wings free, both of which stretched out before returning to a relaxed position.

"So do you work for Boaz, or are you simply a guest?"

"Maybe," he said. "I intend to leave Berlin tonight. While I was unconcsious I received a warning. I have a project, a hobby, that I have been working on. Let's just say that a messenger told me that I had ignored that hobby for too long." Malthazius donned his steel. The Jacket and Pants flowed like cloth when he put them on, put the temperature from his body quickly began to stiffen it. Some ingredient that the blacksmith had used, but wouldn't tell to Malthazius.

"I need to speak to Johannes. You're welcome to come daown and join us. But understand that what I plan to do is both dangerous, and inevitable. I will not be turned. I would greatly appreciate your company, indeed, I would appreciate any help that I can get at this point, though it is imperative that I can trust that help, and I trust you. What say you? Oh, and if you come, we'll be travelling only by sky and foot."

"Uh... yes, I will help you. Of course I would like to know what it is that we will be doing?" Aeschia was all business now, however she could not get the rejection out of the back of her mind.

The best way was for her to become somewhat hardened.

"Yes, I will come down to speak with you and Johannes, as well." Aeschia grabbed her bag and prepared to leave. "Do you think he will allow me to board my horses and carriage here?" She asked Malthazius.

"Then please explain what this is all about."

She chuckled. "A little bit of both. Boaz is busy at the moment, but I'm sure he'd love to see you. Unfortunetly, he can get mad if you disturb him...so, why don't we go for a walk, so we can catch up?"

"Alright, you'll have to tell me about this arrangement you have with Boaz." He replied as he reached for his cloak again.

Erik sat in the carriage. He still held his sword ready, just in case. Altough, if this man was a vampire, he probably would have tried something already. Still, he was prepared either way.

Vladimir drove the horses to his mansion, the two hunters in in the closed carriage behind him. He had to warn his love and his master. He had to make sure his master was still alive since Boaz is still alive...

Master, both hunters are currently with me. I believe I have won most of their trust...however there is still that bit that distrusts me. I believe it would be safer if you left the mansion...I believe they detected you somehow when the demon was summoned... he thought to Krastatros.

Then, his mind wandered to Katrina, his love. My love, I remain alive and well, but there has been a change of plans. I am bringing the hunters home to try to gain the rest of their trust. I am attempting to persuade them into destroying Boaz for us...then we can take out Krastatros...with both gone, the world will be ours my love.

But as for now, I want you to be safe. You can either lock yourself into a room...or run from the mansion. However, if you feel well enough for it, you may join us for a small meal, human meal mind you. I do not want to force it, my love...I send you my love, and I shall be graced by your beauty soon...

Vladimir smiled as his mansion's peaks rose out from behind the trees around it.

Within minutes, he stopped the carriage as two servants opened the doors for the hunters.

"Servants, please bring out a warm meal for our two guests, along with fresh water and wine."

When the carriage stopped at the mansion, Sigmund walked out and headed to the doors where the door room in the mansion was. When he walked into the old mansion, he could not but help but see a young blonde woman in the other room. He took a few steps forward and managed to see her in profile, and saw how beautiful she was, but also somehow so familiar.... He stared at her for several seconds before lightly smacking himself upside the head, and muttered, "What am I thinking....". He left back into the center of the room and awaited what would happen between him, Erik, and this Vladimir....

Steve was a bit annoyed when Malthazius left, but he guessed it was because he had no information for him. The recent rise in deaths were unexplainable. But he had wasted enough time here. He left the bar and began to head to head for his apartment downtown. He made sure to hang on to their scent as he walked down the street.

OOC: Sorry about that, I promise to go on on weekends mroe often now.

"Don't worry. Johannes will be happy to board your horses. Come, let's go and talk to him."

They headed down, and met with Johannes at the pub. He led them to a back room, one that had booths where creatures, human in appearance all, were busy chatting in seclusion and security courtesy of Johannes. Leading them to a back booth, the three sat while a waiter brought bottles of Johannes favorite champagne to the table. "Has Malthazius told you of what he is after?" he asked.

Erik walked in and sat. He noticed how Sigmund had stared at the young blonde. She was indeed attractive, but most likely taken by someone. Suddenly, an old man came down from the stairway. "Greetings! And who are you gentlemen? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Matthew, Vladmir's father."

"Thank you for boarding my horses," Aeschia said to Johannes in appreciation. She handed him another bag of gold. She found that the better you tipped, the better the service.

"Malthazius has not told me anything regarding where we are going or what he is looking for... only that we must walk." Aeschia replied to Johannes, looking at both of them waiting for an explanation.

Sigmund turned to see the old man walking down the stairs. He was relieved to see some other mysterious person other than a woman who... "Don't even think about it..." Sigmund told himself mentally. He saw the strange man walk down the stairs. He seemed to be older than any other noble Sigmund had met before. If it were not for the fact he appeared so old, Sigmund would label him a vampire on the spot, but the air about him seemed to merely be a trait that some humans had to make themselves appear frightening. He spotted more of the woman who was entering and could not bear feeling the familiarity about her. He closed his eyes and greeted the way nobles would greet, "Hello Sir Matthew Thanatos... Your son has offered to meet with him here." Sigmund could also not help but notice that this man appeared quite a bit like the statue he found in the coven service.... He could not say the man was actually Krastatros though since there were many familiar faces in the world.

Krastatros! I told him to leave...although it seems his guise is working well enough... Vladimir thought to himself as he walked in. And their was his beautiful wife...already the two hunters were oggling her. Stupid oafs...

"Ah, father, I see you're...still here," Vladimir replied with mock happiness.

"Vampire hunters...I'd like you to meet my father...and my Fiance," he said as he motioned his palm to each accordingly.

"Now if you'd follow me to the dining hall, you may eat heartily as I show you my finds..."

"Malthazius, you ought to be ashamed, not telling this fine Lady. Very well, I shall fill her in."

"That won't be necessary, Johannes," Malthazius said. He turned to Aeschia. "I didn't tell you because i haven't had the time, nor did I know it was important until last night." Checking to make sure that nobody was listening, he dropped his voice to a whisper. "I am searching for the great lost blade of heavan. St. Michael's Sword. Nobody truly knows what happened to it after the gates of Heaven were thrown open. That is what I'm after."

"And you'll need it soon, from what I hear." Johannes too spoke in whispered tones. "I have heard of a new threat rising from its slumber. The vampire lord Krastatros. Last I knew, he disappeared after the Crusades. Apparently, he wasn't really dead. He has opposition, mind you. Boaz, another vampire lord, powerful as well, though I am not sure if he would be a match for Krastatros. Seek him out. But as to the blade.

"You and I both know that the last person to wield the sword was Richard the Lionhearted. A traveler came by last week, wishing to speak with me. I obliged him, and he told me that Michael's Blade lay near the Lion's claw. So, it is off to Westminster for you two. Enjoy the trip." With that, Johannes ushered them back to the pub, at which point he left them for his other customers.

"OK, so we will find this blade." Aeschia replied. "What I do not understand, is why I would be in any danger from another vampire?" She looked at Malthazius confused.

"Also, why must we walk? And seek which one out? This is all a bit confusing, and what will the blade do, exactly?"

Aeschia was perplexed regarding this whole situation.

"I am sorry I am not following well Malthazius. It all sounds crazy!"

"Krastatros is evil. I have heard of him. His intent was originaly to use the Crusades to throw Europe into turmoil, allowing him to conquer the continent. History repeats itself, and I believe that he may try to do the same thing again. Only reason that he was stopped the last time was when Richard the Lionheart defeated him with Michael's blade. And I would rather travel without arousing the attention of Krastatros. Flight and foot are the best way to travel. Oh, and we're not heading to Jolly old England. we're headed to France, Fontevraud Abbey. That is where his body was interred."

Tyranna chuckled at her friend. “We shall walk in the castle. There is no need to put your cloak back on Raphael.” She gestured for him to follow her as she started up the steps. “As to what I am To Boaz…a loyal servant, and friend. What else would one expect from such a powerful vampire?” Her eyes would flick to his. “And what brings you here?”

"As you wish." He replied with a smile. "Perhaps them being irritating." He muttered as he disliked Krastatros and until he actually met Boaz, he would hold a similar view on that vampire.

"A vampire was black-mailing me to come spy on Boaz." He replied

"I see." Aeschia replied. "So we are walking to France... or flying. Fine with me! Is now the time I wear peasant clothing, or should I wear my fighting gear?" She asked Malkavius.

"You know, I do not understand why everyone wants to rule the continent or the world. It would be such a pain in the ass. Too much to deal with... worries about assassinations, and no time for other things. I personally think it is a waste of one's life." Aeschia smiled at Malkavius. She still had those feelings for him... she could tell when she looked in his eyes.

Katrina was about to move back upstairs when the doors opened and the hunters and Vladimir walked in. Too late now. She didn't notice the one hunter gazing at her but she moved into the main room, her hair done back and she was wearing a sleek black dress that glittered in the candle light. She went to Vladimir and gave him a passionate kiss before looking at the two hunters.

"I'm Katrina...soon to be Countess Katrina Thanatos." She said with a smile, her fangs hidden behind her lips. "I have already eaten so I won't be eating with you...the food is very good if I may say so."

Sigmund kept his gaze away from Katrina, and bowed saying, "Perfectly understood madame..." It was a lie though in a sense. Sigmund enjoyed seeing her even if she was engaged. When he saw Katrina, he did not want to admit this himself, she seemed to be so much like his long dead sister. In fact so much that he had to keep mentally telling himself that she was dead. But deep in his mind, he knew that he wanted to see her as his sister, long gone from the world. But he would keep this hidden from these people as best as he could while he was still here but would explain what he saw in her to explain his interests in her if questioned. He took another glance at her and made sure to appear as if he weren't staring.

"My love...I have missed you already," Vladimir said quietly to Katrina, relishing in their passionate kiss. "May I also say that you look quite marvelous in that dress."

"Anyways, now to business. Follow me to the dining room..." he said, noticing one of the hunter's constant stares at his fiance.

Vladimir brushed gently by the hunter, stopping subtly. "I suggest you keep your eyes off my wife, good sir," he whispered before continuing to the dining hall and motioning for the hunters to take a seat.

"Truly," Malthazius said, "you are absolutely right. It would be a pain in the arse to try to conquer the world.

'As for clothes, I am going in fighting gear from this point on, though I do have a special knapsack that has a change for less perilous environments. Wear your fighting gear, but bring a change or two if you can. And I would prefer flight, unless we happen upon another traveler that cannot accompany us into the sky."

"All of that sounds perfect. I have other clothing in my bag, I will wear my fighting gear, and we can fly." Aeschia replied.

Does he not care about anything regarding last night? Aeschia was perplexed.

Sigmund entered the room and sat on the left side of the table across from Erik. He heard Vladimir's suggestion about his staring and would not comment about it. He had these types of experiences with nobles before, but never seen a woman so familiar. Of course, Vladimir was obviously another bickering noble who didn't care about the feelings of lesser people, even the former heir of a duchy. Sigmund awaited whatever they were about to discuss...

As soon as the hunters were seated, two servants walked in, carrying a large platter of roasted pig and setting it between Sigmund and Erik.

"Now, as you two eat, let's think of what we've come up with in the woods."

"I had previously thought it to be Boaz, since I had thought Krastatros died..."

Katrina was suspious of the man as he kept looking at her. Why does he eye me so? Had he been in a village she might had passed through before Vladimir found her? Had he come through her village and she had forgotten his face? Whatever the reason, Katrina hated it. If he made a pass at her in private she would be sure to drain him dry.

When the hunters were seated, Katrina took a chair near the table and sat quietly as the men went on with business about Krastatros and Boaz.

As the two left the bar, Malthazius heard Aeschia's voice, and how it had changed. What did I do? If she feels that we could never be together then I am fine, but why do I continue to have feelings for her. She could kill me, but I can not shake a desire to protect her, to befriend her, to... Malthazius cut off that line of thinking. Stop kidding yourself. Sje wouldn't be interested. Last night was probably just a business deal for her, or just the pleasure that her kind seems to exist for. You're falling, old boy, and it is going to get the better of you.

"Are you packed and ready Malthazius? I have everything in my bag, and contrary to popular belief, all kindred do not have to turn into a bat to fly, therefore, you will not be flying with a rodent." Aeschia grinned at him.

Maybe... maybe I should bring up last night... I do not think he would want to be involved with someone like me...

"I know that I don't have to fly with the rodents. Were you not hovering in human form last night? And yes, I'm packed. Shall we to Fontevraud, then?"

"Yes, you will have to lead the way, Malthazius." Aeschia replied. "So our purpose is to destroy another vampire?" she asked.

"Can you tell me anything more about him?"

Tyranna would try to look surprised. "Indeed? Ad with what, might I ask, did he blackmail you with?"

"Tut tut tut." He commented, "But he threatened someone with harm."

"Oh?" Tyranna held her tounge against another prying phrase and merely smiled. "and hence the reason why Vampires are dead; their hearst froze in their chest mid beat."

"So what have you been up to since last we met?" He asked as they walked.

she looked over at him with a light smile. "Oh, this and that. I'm better at the sword then I was before, I've managed to actually deend myself against people who wanted to kill me, I've become educated, and now I serve a vampire overlord bent on killing off a rival." Tyrana would sigh. "and yourself?"

"Ah, but you made such a charming damsel in distress." He replied with a slightly teasing smile, "And have you forgotten already, I already told you what I'd done since we last met."

she would wave a flippant hand, but would be smiling in amusement. "ugh...demons never made good damsels now did the? How many girls do you find being chased by villagers with torches?" She would grin at him, eyeteeth flashing "I know. Give me more detail."

"What would you like to know?" He asked with a smile, "And you're not just a demon, you're also female."

"Matthew" smiled as the guests ate. They looked strong. Hopefully they were not smart enough to realize the trickery.

ooc: Sing it again! (Just teasing! :p )

ooc: King A... TG

"Krastatros? Nothing. There is probably a rival that might, however. Iwas actually hoping that you would know somebody that might put us in touch with one of Krastatros's enemies."

"I am sure it would not be difficult for me to find his greatest enemies... telepathy you know." Aeschia grinned at Malthazius.

"Tell me Malthazius, how does Johannes know all of this? He seems to be a plethora of information on the kindred world, which I find interesting. Or is it that travelers tell him things and he gathers information?" Aeschia asked Malthazius. "I certainly find him to be a pleasant man. I assume you choose your friends wisely." She smiled.

I do not want to be nosey, so feel free not to answer this question: "You are kind of a loner, without many good friends you spend time with... due to your duties... am I correct? Because if I am, it is a shame. You are wonderful company." She smiled and paused. "Even if you do weird push-ups!" Aeschia laughed.

"I just want to tell you I have really been enjoying my time with you. You are lovely company Malthazius." Aeshia smiled at him.

Does she senes what I'm thinking about her? "Unfortunately, yes, I am mostly a loner, though it is, as you say, not entirely by choice. I too enjoy our time together. It is, healing, and I do not think that I could ask for better company.

"As to Johannes, yeah, he gathers information. His complex is a declared sight of neutrality. He's bound to it, but within it he is almost a god. He knows that enemies are often no more than two floors apart, but he strictly forbids any violence in his home."

As they walked, Aeschia continued their conversation. "I kind of had that feeling about Johannes. He seemed like an information collector.

"Let me know when we should change, or fly. I am sorry I cannot do anything during the day. We will have to find some places that are completely dark during the day Malthazius. I am sorry to put you through that trouble." She remarked.

"Will we be walking on roads, or through forrests, or all over? I do not know the most stealthy way to travel in this area."

Aeschia was still feeling hurt, like a knife was in her stomach. Not a word from him about last night... not any sort of gesture of interest. It really hurt her because she knew how she felt about him. And to him, she was just a one nighter. Never mentioned a think and acted like it never happened. Aeschia was quite down, and tried to hide it, however she did not think she was succeeding too well. She felt kind of used.

She continued their conversation. "Can you tell me what this sword will do when we find this vampire? If it can kill him, it will likely be something I cannot touch, correct, Malthazius?" She looked at him as they walked.

"Probably. The sword was an angel's balde. I am looking for it only because I can unleash its true power. Remember the story about how it was a sword on fire? Michael was the first Pyromancer. That's why I need to get that sword, since only another pyro can reignite the flames and wield it with any true skill. To king Richard, it was a holy sword. To me, it is an instrument that a musician revels in."

"I'd say we fly soon. Oh, and about last night, I just wanted you to know that, well, I enjoyed it. You are the first since I became a Pyro. It meant something to me, and you deserve to know." Malthazius ignited, and rose into the air. "Shall we?"

"I see," Aeschia replied to the explanation regarding the sword. "I am glad you mentioned something about last night." Aeschia said, as they were flying.

"You seem to be acting as if it was nothing, and I have to say I was hurt."

Truth was she was still hurt. 'It meant something.' Did not exactly mean, 'I care.' Aeschia was still sad. She was realizing she cared for Malthazius beyond just a friendship. He did not. That knot in her stomach was just killing her. A tear fell down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly hoping Malthazius did not see.

"I did not mean to hurt you," he said. "I don't think that I could. I'm sorry if I did. I, I don't know what it is, but something inside of me wouldn't let me harm you."

"What makes you think you hurt me?" Aeschia replied to Malthazius, but she could not look him in the eyes when she asked.

She tried to be as stoic as she could, but the truth was, she was falling for Malthazius... that quickly.

Of course it has to be someone who has no feelings for me. She thought sadly.

She smiled at Raphael." Indeed I am. How kind of you to notice." She would mock curtsey him. "Tell me about...the places you 've been, the people you've met."

"Mostly I spent time in the land of the Rising Sun, as well as spending some time at the imperial court. I also spent at a little time in the frozen wastes to the north of China." He replied

"I'm...sorry. You just said that you were hurt, though. I apologize. Had I known that anything I had done would have hurt you, I don't know whether or not I would have had the heart to do so. Please, forgive me. I could not stand it if there was anything of our own doing that was between us."

"I guess it does not matter. Feelings are not mutual here. I will get used to it." Aeschia replied.

"After hearing what you just told me, I understand it was only a physical and psychological thing for you.

"No," he said. "I would be lying if I did not say that it was more. I truly mean it, Aeschia. For some reason that I can not explain, you truly mean something to me. I trust you with this. I need to know if you trust me as well."

"I do trust you Malthazius. Completely. I also feel better knowing these are not one way feelings." Aeschia replied. "I know I am supposed to be your foe, but trust me, I am not, and I do not see you as my enemy. Something is different with us." She smiled at Malthazius.

"How much longer do we fly?" Aeschia asked. "...And... you... you have made me a very happy woman. I want you to know that." She looked into his beautiful eyes and nearly melted.

"Depends. If you want to bring the heat, then it should be about thirty minutes." Malthazius gave Aeshcia a smile, then hit it. He was soon a shooting star in the sky, the way the flames trailed behind him.

Aeschia traveled to the side of Malthazius at the same speed, making sure not to get lit on fire. She still did not know exactly where they were going.

"Remember that I need a completely dark place before dawn." She reminded Malthazius.

He still seems so distant to me. I say something, and he does not respond in kind. It confuses me. She mused.

"We'll have plenty of time to find shelter. Fontevraud Abbey is close. I would rather get in the back way, however. If we can find it."

"By the way, I wanted to tell you, you have made me happier than I can remember for an extremely long time.

"Also, any ideas about somebody that would know Krastatros, or know an enemy of Krastatros? We may need that person once I have the blade. I don't know where we go from there."

Aeschia grinned. "That means a lot to me Malthazius." She felt good deep inside, finally.

"I do not know anyone who knows Krastatros, but by reading minds of other kindred, I am sure I will eventually find him and any enemies." She replied.

"Malthazius, I hate to ask, but will you watch over me as I sleep? I fear hunters now." Aeschia asked him with fear in her eyes. "I am helpless during the day."

"I will be happy to. And since we probably won't have a hotel to stay in, I'll do it personally this time. I just figured that the gold you gave to Johannes should be put to good use. Try and find somebody that we could go to. We will need him or her."

"Thank you Malthazius." Aeschia replied. "Someone to go to? I am afraid I do not understand. I know no one here." She responded.

"Search. You have telepathy. Use it. Or later. For now, we have to descend. We have reached Fontevraud."

Aeschia began to descend... Actually her decending was more like speed that was invisible. She landed lightly on the ground.

"Do we stay in our fighting clothes?" She asked. "And one more thing... finding someone to take us in through telepathy is not as easy as you might think. If worse comes to worse, you can bury me in the ground until evening, however I will try.

"So, do we change?" She asked Malthazius.

There was something strange about him. He was so glib. He did not treat her as someone he really cared about. Aeschia was beginning to doubt everything. He seemed to treat her as a soldier... That would never work. She sighed.

"No, we remain ready. I don't want you taxing yourself, so forgive my remark about finding somebody through telepathy." He went to the wall, and was able to find the door. Rather easily, considering that it was open. "Odd."

He went inside, but it was too dark for him to see anything. "Aeschia, I am useless in finding my way. Can you tell if there is anything in here that could do us harm?"

"I do not see anything Malthazius, nor do I sense anything at all." Aeschia replied.

"Why the door would be open is strange, however." She commented.

"Malthazius... I do not know that I will be of any help to you during your mission. Perhaps we should rethink whether it is worthwhile for you to have me along."

Aeschia was upset with his attitude. He never hugged her or kissed her. He did not treat her as anything other than a night of hot sex, no matter what he said. She did not want to travel with someone so cold. He was nothing but all business, not even humorous at all. Nothing. Never even smiled at her or showed any affection whatsoever. Like his personality had been sucked out of him. Aeschia really could not tolerate this. She had never been treated so coldly, and she did not deserve it.

"Damn Catholic monks," he said. "I guess my faith really is that of drunkards and sinners. Can't even close a door, too concerned with our wine, we are.

"Aeschia, I want you to stay. Please," he said, reaching out and clasping his hand on hers. "You said that I made you happy. You have made me happy as well. I can't just give you up this quickly."

"You do not behave as if I make you happy at all, Malthazius. You show no caring towards me. You just give me orders. You do not even smile. I do not understand why you are behaving toward me this way. You were not like this last night. You are confusing me." Aeschia looked up at him sadly.

"I would like to stay with you, but you are so cold to me and I do not know why. It is hard for me to take. Do you understand." A tear fell down her face.

"I am sorry," he said. "When I act the way that I do, it is only because it's how I have survived. I have only done so, because my only habits are as such. I walk a path in a world that seeks to destroy me. You are of Kindred, you have support, and power beyond most mortal measure. I am alone in this world. Or at least, I was alone until I met you."

Aeschia walked up to Malthazius. "Malthazius, I know this is strange and sudden... what has happened between us and our feelings." She looked him in the eyes lovingly and held him. "You will never walk alone again Malthazius." She said seductively, without exactly realizing it.

"I have been traveling alone as well, but the Tremere do have a gathering home in most big cities. We will be safe in any of those. They respect me like royalty, so even though you are a pyromancer, they will trust my word. Just promise not to hurt any of them... they are my clan."

Aeschia slowly moved her face to his, and brushed her full lips against his, then kissing him passionately.

"There is nothing wrong with showing your feelings Malthazius. As a matter of fact, it would make me happy." She smiled at him.

Tyranna would whistle through her teeth."Impressive. Imperial court, neh? Did you talk to the emporer?"

"Yes, I did." He replied with a faint grin.

As soon as the hunters were seated, two servants walked in, carrying a large platter of roasted pig and setting it between Sigmund and Erik.

"Now, as you two eat, let's think of what we've come up with in the woods."

"I had previously thought it to be Boaz, since I had thought Krastatros died..."

"And from what we know about this Krastatros, he rivals Boaz's power if he doesn't surpass it, but they both must have been able to summon demons. If those demons were sent up to fight each other, I would guess that these two vampires were in a rivalry of some kind. If Boaz was able to summon two demons at once, then he must be a son of the devil himself."

Sigmund took a bite of the pork and noticed that it was fresh and had no taint of poison or anything. Whatever Vladimir's family was though, was a curious matter. A beautiful blonde, resembling everything his sister was, engaged to a count who appeared to be a vampire, and a man old enough to be Vladimir's grandfather but was told was his father. It was hard to believe that Vladimir and Matthew were realted and that Matthew was still alive. Sigmund awaited the next reaction.

When Aeschia had disengaged form Malthazius, an idea came upon him. "Paris. If ever there was a city for romance, then that is it. I've never been to Paris. What say ye? To Parie?" he asked, adopting a mocking French tone with his last question.

"Ummm... Will that take us to our destination? Do we know where we are going and when we are there, we can use a carriage, correct?" Aeschia asked.

"It is not that I mind walking and flying, but carriages are a nice way to carry on a conversation while traveling and being relatively safe no one is listening in." She added.

"Malthazius... I want to apologize." Aeschia looked down. "I-I guess I have been coming on way too strong with you, and I feel quite embarrassed. I am sorry."

"But how would we know Krastatros is still alive...besides, wouldn't he have gone looking for whatever could have killed him to take possession or even destroy it?"

"And I doubt the vampire lord would have done so already...even if it's kept in a secret society or whatnot, we still would have known that the vampire lord is alive."

"Boaz on the other hand...if he did summon both those demons...then we had better act quickly, lest he grow even more powerful..."

"Whatever the case, I have a small lead on the direction and the possible areas of Boaz's hideout...but I do not know for sure. And I will most certainly not want to find out, considering I have a wedding next week," Vladimir said as he smiled to Katrina and took her hand in his and squeezed gently.

"How do you know that Boaz summoned the demons? And they were fighting each other. If he had summoned them, why would they attack one another?"

"Father...I thought I already told you this," Vladimir sighed. This was actually a decent act, he thought to himself.

"If Boaz were to summon two demons like that, which he never had before, he would be seriously weakened by it, therefore, barely able to control any of them. It eventually led the demons to attack each other..."

"I don't know. I figure we'd be able to find somebody in Paris that can point us on our way. First, however, I need my sword."

"I'm sure that we will be able to find ourselves a carriage. I agree, it would be nice to travel in one. We could head back to Berlin if you want. It's entirely up to you."

ooc: King A. How come you don't respond to the entirety of my posts??? You have not left me anything to respond to.

IC: "Whatever."

The man gently moved through the trees, his prey was close, he could almost taste the foul beasts evil. He shrugged his back pack a bit, and raised his rifle, the lens in his helmet gave him a clear view at his target. The giant wolfman moved slowly towards its lair, the body of the villager it had claimed as its food, still clamped tightly in its claws, the blood masking his scent. He breathed out slowly, sighting along his rifle. With a thundering boom, the blackpowder ignited propelling the shot towards its target with unnerving accuracy. The Wolfman turned once dropping its prey as it sensed a new threat, and then it sensed no more. The silver shot punched through the beasts chest, piercing its hearts as it travelled, the beast howled once in pain and staggered slightly forwards before collapsing to the ground. Petruzzio strode up to it, and drew his sword, the beasts shoulders still raggedly drew breath as it slowly glanced up at him, a look of fear and pain in its eyes. "I release you Demon" Petruzzio growled, before slamming his sabre down upon its neck, the head gently rolled away, and he inspected the girl on the floor, she still lived but the bite marks were indicative of the state she should soon possess. Leaning down over her, he gently drew his knife, its silver edge gleaming in the moon light, and before she even opened her eyes, slit her throat.

After saying a short prayer he piled the bodies inside the cave, and burnt them. He stalked away from the firelight and towards where he had left his horse, he hauled himself up into the saddle, and reached into one of the saddle bags pulling out a bottle of fine Vino, he uncorked it and took a deep swig. He recorked the bottle and kicked his heels, sending the horse into a Gallop towards the monastery nearby.

Considering Malthazius strange state of mind and the fact the he never responded to her questions, Aeschia came to the conclusion they would be better off going their own way.

She knew nothing of this sword... neither did he, the way it sounded.

He refused to respond when she spoke of her feelings. It was if she was not there. He was cold as ice. Interesting for a Pyro. Aeschia wondered if he was really capable of feelings.

"Malthazius, after speaking of being alone all the time, perhaps that is the way you were meant to be. You ignore me when I am speaking to you about something and do not answer me when I ask questions. When you do, you are glib and blunt. I find it upsetting, and actually rude. Something is not right with you when I speak of my feelings and you do not acknowledge that I said anything about it at all." Aeschia continued.

"I think it is best if we go our separate ways. When we first met, you were different. Now you are cold as ice and as far away from me as you could be. This is not conducive to my well being. I feel used. You have turned into a different person.

"You do whatever you have to do and I wish you luck. I will leave you here." Aeschia angrily walked out the door.

Petruzzio knelt before the Holy Cross, his lips moving in silent prayer, when a man in a dark brown robe silently padded up to him and waited. As Petruzzio finished his lamentation for the dead, he stood up brushing down his tunic and trousers. "Yes Brother Mikal?" the Monk merely gestured for Petruzzio to follow him. As the pair made their way through the quiet Monastery towards the chambers of Father Johann, the sound of quiet chanting filled the air around them.

Brother Mikal Knocked on the door and stepped away, to allow Petruzzio to enter. He pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside, Father Johann sat behind a large desk, and waved for him to approach. "Sir Petruzzio, I must congratulate you on your Kill, truly the souls you saved today will find peace in the loving arms of our lord, or burning in the infernal pits of the beast, as they merit. I have called you here, for a rather disturbing reason Petruzzio. There have been Reports coming out of Germany, of a titanic battle between two great demonic figures, there are also reports of a falling star, and of a series of unexplainable events. As your time with us has reached its conclusion, i recommend you go to this town, and begin your investigations there, as this seems to be where the majority of this Unholy activity is centred. I wish you luck Petruzzio, and may the lord watch over and keep you." Petruzzio bowed to Father Johann, before making his way rapidly from the chamber and to his cell, he looked over his armour, and smiled to himself whilst strapping it on. The Chase it seemed, was on.

As the early morning light broke over the Monastery Petruzzio galloped away on his dark brown warhorse, heading to the place where these reports had come.

Perhaps if she found this sword she would look for Mathazius, however, his ice cold demeanor was difficult to be around. He did not start out that way. Aeschia wondered what happened, that all of a sudden he was so cold to her.

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The horse and rider sped through the darkness of the night, both secure in the company of each other, and relying on one another for safety. Petruzzio had latched his visor upwards, and leaned low over his horse, his cloak flared as the wind caught it, and finally after many days and nights of hard riding he had arrived finally at his destination. he reared the horse to a stop above the small town below, his cloak and helmet giving him a sinister shape atop the hill, he reached into a saddlebag and produced a slender black leather and wooden case, and snapping it open ran his fingers gently along the small glass circles contained within. His fingers finding what he sought he lowered his visor with the other hand and gently slid the glass circle into the slight protrusion on the right hand side. He scanned the town looking for any overt signs of an Evil presence here, having found none he gently placed the case back in its saddlebag, and loosened his rifle slightly from its position beside his backpack. Spurring his horse he made his way down the hill and towards the town.

For some reason, Aeschia could not just walk out on Malthazius. She stopped and turned around.

"Malthazius, I think we should talk. I find communication vital. If we can manage that, I think we will do well... Aside from that... I-I just do not want to leave you. I want to be with you." Aeschia told him looking at him to see what he had to say.

"I too wish you to remain. I am sorry that I am not as direct. I have been living a life neither by day nor by night. I have enemies on both sides of the dawn and dusk, and I am well hated in higher circles of evil. You are truly the first person that has ever confided in me, and that means something to me. I have tried to confide in you as well, but I know not whether I can ever truly return to the days that are now lost to me.

"Aeschia, I have been building a wall around my heart every year, making it bigger and stronger, until it is now impenetrable. Help me tear down that wall. Please."

Aeschia walked up to Malthavius and held him. "I would like nothing more than to help you tear down that wall... and I will do my best to help you. Just remember that you can trust me, and that I care deeply for you.

"Moreover, you can tell me anything. Confide anything. I will keep your secrets." Aeschia replied.

"You see, because of my age, and my experience and being kindred, I am a far more outright person. I tend to tell others what I think or feel.

"Believe me, this is not how all kindred are, however when it comes to matters of the heart, we do not tend to hold back. I will try to help you to express yourself, Malthavius. You are very special and I care for you a lot. It is not difficult for me to say these things." Aeschia said as she rubbed his back trying to relax him.

She stepped back, "Mathazius, while we are traveling together, will you tell me about your life? Experiences have shaped you and put up that wall around you. Each experience that pushes you away from others or from society is a brick. You build that wall brick by brick. Now you must tear down the wall. Coming to terms with what made each brick is helpful. Then you tear it down for good." Aeschia smiled. "It is a good metaphor, and definitely how someone becomes emotionally numbed off the way you are."

Aeschia smiled. "I am not a brick in that wall. I am going to help you smash them. Do not keep things from me and be honest with me. Share with me. It will feel strange to you, but it will help you become more comfortable with yourself and others. And we can work on what negative things built those bricks, figure them out, and smash them!" Aeschia grinned.

"One day, you will be standing in the middle of the rubble of was once the wall, no longer standing."

Aeschia kissed him on the cheek. Hell, the recently emerging philosophers and psychologists had nothing on Aeschia. When you live 10,000 years, you tend to learn to understand all types of people.

Malthazius kissed Aeschia back, and as he did, he hugged Aeschia close to him, running his hands slowly up her back. "I truly believe that you are stealing my heart, Aeschia.

"I can only promise you that I shall try. But I will do whatever needs to be done for you to help me." Malthazius turned, and entered the abbey. Using his left fist as a torch, he made his way slowly to the tomb of the Lionheart. Kneeling, he prayed "Lord, forgive me, for I do this at behest of thine angel." Standing, he shoved the lid of the sarcophagus sideways, revealing the coffin of Richard the Lionheart. He opened this, and looked in. The bones of the king lay in repose, some of the flesh still on it. Holding his breath from the stench, he looked in, and found that which he was searching for.

Gleaming red in its scabbard, clasped in the hands of the the skeletal remains, was Saint Michael's Sword. Malthazius reached down, grabbed the blade and scabbard, and fastened it to his belt. He shut the coffin, and with another shove, the top of the sarcophagus was returned to its original place.

Stepping out, he turned to Aeschia. "Shall we to Paris now?"

Aeschia smiled. "Malthazius, I think you are stealing mine as well. If we are not the odd couple, I do not know who is!" She laughed.

"Just always feel free to talk to me about anything... things in your past... we will tear down the wall. It will not make you weak. I am very interested in your past. If you ever want to hear about mine... let's say I look older than the 27 years I am considered to be. We can learn from each other."

Aeschia followed Malthazius and stood by while he took the sword. "Wow... so that is it? And I cannot touch it? Is that correct?" She asked.

"I am ready to go to Paris. I don't know how fast you can fly, but it only takes me... minutes really... you do not know some oddities about me, but we have to find somewhere for me to sleep... daylight is creeping upon us." Aeschia said. "If worse comes to worse, you can just help me dig a hole and bury me until nightfall, as much as that is not my favorite way to sleep.

"There is a Tremere house that would let me stay over night. They will trust me regarding you as well, even though you are a pyromancer. It is not far from here. Why do we not go there? Do not worry... they take my word.

"I am sure they will give you a bed and me a coffin. Does that sound OK? Then tonight we can head to Paris any way you would like. I prefer carriage when we get there. I also prefer to stay in a luxury suite." Aeschia said.

"Now before you refuse, you said you would listen to me. Brick number one will be smashed by staying in upper class accomodations. We can discuss anything you want while we are there. However, let me help you tear down your first brick Malthazius." She looked at him intently. "I never said it would be easy, and you may feel painful emotions that you have locked up for years. This is how you do it." Aeschia smiled. "I promise you I will be there for you and I promise it works. I've seen it work thousands of times.

"On to the Tremere House?"

"Interesting." Her eyes would face the front. "Is he as corrupt as everyone claims?"

"Aeschia, I have been building a wall around my heart every year, making it bigger and stronger, until it is now impenetrable. Help me tear down that wall. Please."


OOC- Heh heh, sounds like "The Wall"

Petruzzio unslung his rifle and slid it over onto his shoulder next to his pack. He lead Rameel through the town, looking for the nearest Tavern, to rest his horse and himself before he began his hunt. after a few minutes he found one with a stable, and quickly made his way over to it, he lead the horse through the gate and kicked the sleeping stable boy gently in the leg. He addressed the boy in german: "Boy watch my horse, and ill make sure you get a gold piece for your efforts, But i want him well cared for, and I expect to see him in fine condition in the morning." He reached into his purse and pulled out a single copper piece and flicked it at the boy, before heading towards the main door into the tavern.

He pushed the door open and was immediately assailed by the warmth and sound within. He stepped in, his armoured figure drawing quite a few glances, not to mention the vanbrace of stakes, and the Holy Cross on his helmet, as well as the prayers engraved into his chest piece. He pulled the door closed and made his way to the bar as he stood there he unbuckled his helmet and lay it gently on the surface, standing his rifle up against the bar. He looked the barman in the eyes he chucked two silver pieces on the bar, "A bottle of your finest red wine and two glasses, and of course the pleasure of your company at my table good sir."

"Yeah, to the House of the Tremere." Malthazius, put a hand on the hilt. He could feel tha heat, the righteousness, the good. He was tempted to try it out here and now, but he decided against it.

"If you insist upon wealthy lodgings, then fine, we can start there. I didn't sleep much today, so I could collapse on just about any bed at this point. I want you to understand that by going to this house, I am essentially at your mercy. So far, you have yet to be anything but honest. I just want you to know that this is the first time in my entire life that I have willingly placed myself into the hands of a Vampiress. Try to understand me if I appear to be a little uncomfortable, as I will be. I trust that they will honor you, but even the most loyal of subjects may one day find themselves bowing to a new prince."

OOC- Heh heh, sounds like "The Wall"

ooc: It IS from the wall... I told you we had to analyze the entire movie and what each song was a metaphor for regarding the things that Roger Waters went through in his life, and how it all affected him and built up this psychological wall around him. When King A mentioned "a wall around himself", I'm like w00t! I get to talk some Pink Floyd! I sooo knew you would notice it Breit! :D

"I understand your concerns Malthazius. If you fear anything happening, you do have the weaponry to fend off any of them. I do not believe that is what will happen. The Tremere are very order based and I happen to be at the top. The lodgings here will simply be a windowless room with a bed and coffin. Nothing fancy." Aeschia replied.

"When we get to Paris is when I would like to stay in luxury." She grinned.

"OK, follow me." They flew for a while until they reached an average three story home... quite large, but nothing extraordinary. The two of them landed. "Let me go in ahead of you, and stay by my side, Malthazius."

Aeschia opened the door to a parlor where the Tremere were just about to go to their sleeping quarters. As she stepped in the doorway, eyes went wide and everyone in the room stood.

"Lady Aeschia!" they bowed to her, or "My Lady"... a very formal reception.

A man came to her and kissed her on each cheek after bowing to her. "Hello Vincent." Aeschia smiled.

"To what do we owe the honor of your presence?" He asked.

"I and a friend of mine need a place to stay today while we are traveling."

Aeschia pulled Malthazius forward and the kindred in the room were in various states of shock. "Everyone, this is my very good friend Malthazius. We travel together. None of you is under any threat whatsoever from this man. In fact, he saved my life. Please, no one be suspicious of him or bother him. He is with me and not here to harm anyone. I would not be with him if that was the case." Aeschia smiled reassuringly to the Tremere.

With just a few words from Aeschia, they all relaxed and appeared relieved.

"May I please have a dark room... room enough for two for the day... whatever you have... single bed and coffin, double bed, whatever you may have available."

Vincent replied, "We only have one double bed left."

"That will be fine, please direct us to this room, dawn approaches."

Other kindred ran up, grabbed Aeschia’s bag, and carried it to their room.

"Thank you. There is one other matter... I must feed. I am lucky to have gotten here in time. Feeding from Kindred is so much better than from criminals."

A din broke out... arguing about who would feed Aeschia. This always happened.

Vincent offered and Aeschia accepted. "Malthazius, I shall meet you in the bedroom shortly. I must feed first." She smiled at him.

Vincent and Aeschia went into Vincent's room... "We must hurry... the sun..." Aeschia said.

Vincent could hardly wait to have Aeschia sink her fangs into him. Because she was first brood blood, the power and the intense erotica from drinking was far beyond that of almost all vampires.

He walked up to her, put his arms around her and bared his neck for her. Aeschia was so hungry, she spared no time sinking her teeth into him and drinking heartily. Vincent was moaning in ecstasy... having his warm blood being taken from Lady Aeschia was an honor, and different from any other kindred who drank from him. She could not allow him to drink from her, as that had another side effect, which was near unstoppable eroticism, which always ended in long periods of passionate lovemaking. She could usually stop someone from going that far, but some of the men were quite strong, and she ended up with a few long nights she did not intend.

When Aeschia finished drinking, she retracted her fangs. "I hope I have not left you too weak." She commented to Vincent.

He just looked at her dreamily, kissed her, and went to his bed in a dream state... beyond amazing sex.

As long as he was sleeping, she looked through his closet, grabbed a short silk robe, and changed into it. She was not about to sleep in battle gear.

Aeschia opened the door to her room. "I hope you do not mind sharing a bed Malthazius." She smirked at him. "Please stay with me as I sleep. I still feel safer with hunters around." Aeschia looked different after feeding... color to her cheeks, warmth. She just wanted to snuggle up to Malthazius and sleep.

"Remember no light at all! Perhaps you can get into bed with me and I can sleep next to you?" Aeschia was already falling asleep, she just felt better in Malthazius' arms.

Malthazius was impressed with the level of decor in the house. From the outside, it was plain, not shabby, but not imposing, well-kept and...plain. The insides were a different matter. Words could not describe what he saw. The house had the trappings of wealth everywhere, but always decorated with an eye for art. While Aeschia was feeding, Malthazius was shown to the spare room. He put his bag down, and took of his armor. He remarked casually to himself that it was a good thing he didn't sweat anymore. He went with leather trousers, and the clothes that his uncle had given him. The sword he placed in the closet, behind his bag.

When Aeschia walked in, Malthazius could immediately tell that she was feeling filled. He hugged her, as carried her over to the bed. "Not at all. I too am weary, and the room is dark enough so that I will still feel as if it were night." He lay down next to her. "A good day to you, my Lady. I shall be here when the sun sets." With that, he was asleep, the deep sleep of a soldier resting in safety.

"Interesting." Her eyes would face the front. "Is he as corrupt as everyone claims?"
(ooc: SORRY! This is my secondary nation. n_n; apologies Theo, and to anyone else who might have been confused.
-Iggy x3)

"Not the one I met." He replied, "So what do you do for Boaz?"

ooc: NP, just making sure it was you.

Tyranna sighed with a smile. "Oh, this and that. Usually errands that involve murder or dirty dealings. And what about you and Kratstros? Or is this a one time thing?"

"Then you aren't the same person I knew." He replied slightly sadly. "And it's actually a no-time thing."

Aeschia awoke in the middle of the day, just for a moment, and cuddled up to Malthazius, who was sleeping soundly.

Such a special man. I will help him smash his wall if it is the last thing I do. She mused.

Aeschia felt that she had found what was missing in her life, and that was Malthazius. She hoped his feelings for her were as strong as hers were for him.

She kissed him on the cheek, and rested her head on his muscular chest, falling back asleep almost immediately.

Malthazius awoke in the afternoon. He felt rejuvinated, rested, and ready. Taking a piece of paper available, he scrawled out a note:
Aeschia, went out to get some air. You'll find me just outside, on the back patio. As I said, I am and will be here for when you wake up.

Malthazius left the note on the nightstand. He had developed the ability to write legibly without looking long ago. He took the sword, and quietly headed downstairs, silently openign and closing each door along the way. The whole place had been darkened to the point of tolerance for sleeping vampires. Malthazius stole to the door, and there he exited through the double barrier erected to ensure that no light could spill in from the outside. Once outdoors, he headed down the street, and up a nearby hill. Finding a circular bench that ringed a small pond, Malthazius sat at the western point, and drew the sword. It was almost 4:00, so he had a few hours. He held the blade hilt up, towards the sun. It did nothing.

Malthazius began to pray. He still held the sword, but his mind was searching, seeking the conscious of the man that had sent him for this blade in the first place. "rebirth." It came as a whisper. "rebirth, of spirit and water, of body and fire." This time it was audible. Baptism. But Malthazius didn't understand what for? How does one baptise a blade. He took it to a small abbey nearby. It was tended by an elderly priest and newly instated deacon. The younger was present, and when asked, showed Malthazius to the baptismal font, a small pool in the back of the abbey. "Do you require Baptism sir? Are you a heathen that wishes to come to Christ and be born again."

"In a way." Malthazius moved to the font. He unsheathed his sword.

"Sir, I must ask you to please lower your weapon."

"Very well." Malthazius began to move it dwon, but then plunged it into the fountain.

"What have you done? You have desecrated the baptismal fountain. Leave at once, you foul beast." Malthazius ignored him. He drew his hand, and the sword, out. Concentrating on thoughts of fire, the blade at once burst into a blue and red flame. The deacon was speechless. Then he recovered. "That's the s...s...swo....swor...Sword of sa...s....s...Saint M...Michael. You b-bear s-Saint m-Michael's Blade. Wh-wh-who are y-y-you?"

Malthazius turned, finally listening to the deacon again. "My name is unimportant. Suffice it to say that Saint Michael is my patron, and he gave me a gift to assist me. I am a Catholic, and a Soldier for Christ. I take my leave of you now, brother. Peace be with you, since it will be long before it is with me." Malthazius walked back to the Tremere house, stopping at a field to practice with the sword. The years of using his hands had not lessened his skill. By the time he had returned, he was able to turn the fire on and off at will. He sheathed it, set it next to him, and sat down on a chair. The sun would set soon.

Aeschia woke at sundown. The Tremere house was just coming alive as the other kindred were also waking.

Aeschia found the note and went to get Malthazius. She did not know if they needed fighting clothes, or if she should wear a dress.

She said her hellos to everyone and went out on the porch.

"So what have you been up to today Malthazius?" She asked.

"Also, clothes... fighting or dress... as we are going to Paris tonight? Is that the plan? I kind of feel that I do not want to look like a shinobi when I go to register into a hotel, and such." She explained.

"Also, I am going to see if I can get a line on where these vampires are... the ones you are searching for. What were there names again?" She asked.

"I want to get to our destination so we can have a nice leisurely evening and talk. You know we have a lot of that to do." Aeschia smiled at Malthazius.

"So, fly or walk, I would think fly, and dress clothes, get there and get a great hotel and a carriage. This is part of your catharsis remember.

"Your sword has a different vibe to it... did you do something to it? Can I hold it?"

"I was merely getting some air. Thanks for bringing me here. I must say that that was one of the best day's sleep that I have ever had.

"As to clothes, why not we just spend the night as well-dressed tourists. We can enjoy Paris, sample some French wine, look at the art with the snobby curators, and leave tomorrow night instead. I am already dressed for such an occasion, and you appear to be also.

"As for the names, Krastatros is the vampire that we're after, but any mortal enemy of his is who we need to find first.

"As for the blade, I unlocked its power." Malthazius held the sword, still in its sheath, to Aeschia, hilt facing her. "I don't know if it will kill you, hurt you, or let you wield it. You aren't affected by Holy Objects, but this was forged for and by an angel. Try the hilt, if you desire. I know that I can't control you, nor tell you what to do."

"You mean you want to fly to Paris tonight and then get a hotel and sightsee?" Aeschia asked. "I do know my way around Paris quite well. I just wanted to know if you wanted to fly there, or what your idea was." Aeschia said.

"I think I will wait on holding the sword... no, I will not." She grabbed the hilt and felt a little heat, but that was all. She handed it back to Malthazius.

"I felt a little bit of heat, but that was it," she told him.

"I have heard of Krastatros, however I do not know where we would find him.

"So how are we traveling?"

"A simple Jaunt into Paris," Malthazius said. "And then a night on the town. I don't know Paris, so tonight, you shall determine where we go."

"OK, I suggest that we first go find a nice hotel and get a carriage. Simply seeing Paris is beautiful. How does that sound to you?" Aeschia asked Malthazius.

"Sounds great," responded the pyromancer. "You know this city, so I think it would be best if you were to take care of arrangements. I guess it is your turn to play 'Local savant and tavern critic.' Paris is as foreign to me as the New World is." Malthaziu smiled and stood. He took the sword, and affixed the sheath to his back, under his cloak. "Can't let this sucker get away from me."