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Come to me said a woman’s voice through heavy fog. The Count walked through the fog trying to find this woman, but he couldn’t find her. Her heartbeat couldn’t be found. What is going on? Why was he here? Whom was this woman? Those were the questions the Count was asking. But he has had dreams like this before.

Then without warning, a woman appeared out of the fog and in front of him. Her face had a cloud of fog in front of it, so he couldn’t see her face.

“Who are you?” asked the Count, looking at this weird woman.

“Your eighth.” she said, her voice was angel like. It was drawing him closer to her.

“My eighth bride. Show me your face, so I can find you easier.” said the Count, trying to see through the cloud in front of her face.

“My dear, you’ll have to try harder to find me. A little hint, I'm not a Dominionite.” she said before disappearing into the fog. The fog then ignited in flames without warning, catching the Count in the middle.

The Count shot up in his bed, cold sweat ran down his face. He had this dream the last few night. He placed his hand on his face and tried to slow his breathing. Claming somewhat down, he looked over at Cornelia and Dawn, the former being his seventh bride and the later being his sixth bride, as they slept like babies in each other’s arms.

He slowly got out of his bed and moved into the bathroom. Why would a vampire need a bathroom? The answer is to take baths. World leaders can’t smell like trash or like a homeless person. He turned on some cold water and ran his hand through it. Making a bowl with his hands, he placed some water on his face before running his hand through his hair.

“Something is wrong with you.” came a voice behind him. He turned his head back and looked at his fifth, Arabelle. The brown hair beauty stood in light pink night gown. “Katherine and I have been saw your weird behavior the last few night. What’s wrong?”

“The Eighth,” he started, “I have been having the same dream about a woman say he is my eighth. It’s the same voice, the same body in each dream. But…” He took a pause as she looked at him.

“But what, dear?” she asked.

“I can’t see her face. It is always hidden behind something like a small cloud of smoke or fog.” he said.

“Then what will you do. You can’t just go off on a wild campaign to find this woman.” she adds.

“I know that.” he said, walking over to her. He ran his hands around her neck and through her hair. “I’ll have to address the world because my eighth isn’t a Dominionite.” He then kisses her, moving his hand down her back to her butt. Enter sex in a bathroom. Nice!

The morning, the Count would began the hunt for his eighth. He would have to go through many women to find this one women. Why could have it been easier for him? The dream or vision about the other brides were easier. Their faces were shown to him. This one would be tricky.

He began writing a message to the world. One that would be send to news stations, newspaper offices, radio station through out the world. He would get word out to the world to find this woman.

Official Message from the United Dominion

Greetings, I bring word from my nation about something that has been haunting me the last few night. I have been haunted by a woman calling her my eighth. She haunts by no showing her face to me. How can she be my eighth, when I don’t know her face. The only thing I know is she isn’t a Dominionite. So, this is why I have addressed the world of my problem.

I call to the women of this world asking ‘Are you my eighth?” I think after I hear your voice or even your face, I’ll know you are my eighth. Maybe the woman in my dreams will quit haunting me and show me her face.

Anyways, I thank you for listening or reading to my call.

Signed,
Count JWolf
The Caesar of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

He finished and started sending the message out to the world. Maybe the eighth would give me more hints in his dream. He closed his eyes, hoping he could fall asleep.

OOC: Yup, I’m doing a man looking woman to marry thread. Something I though would be cool. This will be a seriously done thread. I don’t care if the woman is a commoner or a royal or a military leader of your nation. Only one of the Count’s brides had been of royal blood.

Come on guys. It’s the Count. I knows there are humans, elves, half-demon females out there that wants to be the eighth. Whom ever is picked will get to have some pull with how the Count thinks about their nation.

Anyways, hope to see people joining this.

ooc: Bit of info on JWolf/family/pic, please?

OOC: I’ll link few threads then.

The JWolf Show (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=521065)

My factbook has pictures of the House of Wolf. See post #6 and post #7 of thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=419767).

He’s the richest person in the United Dominion and maybe the whole world. Owns Timber Wolf Incorporated and its sub-companies.

The count was certain to recieve a number of letters from various ladies of various nations and not a few men, some feminine some quite masculine, expressing an interest in meeting JWolf.


Of those the various letters, two were certain to catch the count's attention, or that of whoever was dealing with the sudden influx of mail.

One was a head shot of a woman of youthful, but indetermained age. She had skin of alabaster and hair of blood, that was of a length greater than the picture could convey, with eyes the colour of the deep ocean. A very light patina of freckles, a slightly upturned nose and slender chin with a mouth that could only be described as cute. Her letter indicated her name as being Maria Miguel Marqion, as well as a few interests including reading, fencing, listening to heavy rock and watching any and all anime.

The second was also of a young lady with short black hair, lightly spiked, with emerald eyes that seemed to contain a hint of flame and steel and lightly tanned skin. Her visible, and somewhat pointed ears were pierced with three small studs, one of green, one blue and one red. An artful shadow obscured her lower face. An intricate tattoo was on her exposed shoulder. Her letter introduced her simply as L. Seseth and nothing else.

Another dream, but this time it wasn’t fog the Count was walking through it. No, it was heavy rain. That rain that a person can only see a few feet or even a few inches in front of them. That’s what heavy rain the Count had to look through. This dreams were pissing him off and making him want to search harder.

Anyways, the Eighth play her mind games and only show her feminine body to the Count before she disappear. This time the Count was throw into the air by an unseen force.

Getting out of his bed, he moved into the hallway. Walking down to his office, he sat down behind his onyx desk in the oversized leather chair. Flipping through the letters, that have been sorted by his servants and his aids to take out the masculine women form the letters as the Eight was womanly over manly, the Count eyed two letters. They made him stop in his tracks. Something made him stop.

A woman named Maria Miguel Marqion and another woman named L. Seseth. He eyed their headshots a few minutes. Something was making him not stop looking at them.

So after fifteen minutes or so, the Count wrote a letter to the two ladies. In the letters were an invite to come to the United Dominion and meet with the Count in person.

OOC: I will give this a shot. I have a character I want to introduce.

A letter was send to the Count, it was a young woman named Lisa von Wolfenstein. Her picture showed a girl in her 20's with brown hair and a look of youthfulness in her. Her skin was peaceful tone and she was like a angel to anyone would saw her.

IC: A hand written letter with the seal of approve and signature of Vetakan Lord-Govenor Roxanne Wright:

To: Lord Marshall JWolf, the Head of the Dominion Commonwealth
From: Chief Tribal Elder of the White Phoenix Tribe

Approved: Lord-Govenor Roxannne Wright of Vetaka

Count,

I write to you regarding your current situation of dreams. I am Chief Tribal Elder of the White Phoenix Tribe. I write to you to inform you of a situation. One of the Tribal Women of the White Phoenix has vividly described a dream similar to that you have experienced. She has also admitted experiencing similar dreams regarding a male similar to your description throughout her life. As such I would be prepared to allow this girl under White Phoenix Guard to leave Vetaka and come to the United Dominion so that you may meet her yourself.

Yours Chief Tribal Elder of the White Phoenix Tribe

Co Signed and Stamped with the Seal of Approve by Lord Govenor Roxanne Wright.

The Count recieved two letters in reply, both in the same style as the letters which included the head-shots. One, a generally typical-style letter, whilst the other almost painfully short, both confirming the place and date that they were to meet JWolf in person. In the interm, both L. and Maria took the time to ensure they'd booked vacation time, dealt with anything pressing and generally made sure affairs would be able to manage themselves in thier absence.

Before the Count heads off to get some sleep, one of his aides walks into his office. The man, a young twenty something blonde hair man, was surprised to see his lord was sitting in his chair. It was late in the night and he thought the Count was asleep or something. He was only going to place two more letters on his desk and head off in the night.

“Sorry, my lord.” said the aide, he bowed before moving to the desk.

“It’s okay, Malcolm. That damn dream lady isn’t allowing me to get sleep.” said the Count.

“Two more letters.” said Malcolm. He placed the two letters in front of the Count and stepped back.

The Count ran his eyes over the two letters and was drawn to them like he was with the other ones maybe it is that he hasn’t got a good sleep in the last few nights. He hope those dreams would stop after the dream lady showed her face to him.

He wrote up to two more letters, one to Lisa von Wolfenstein and the other one to Chief Tribal Elder of the White Phoenix Tribe. He invited the White Phoenix woman and Lisa to come to the United Dominion. The place would be Count’s Land, Romania, Castle Von Wolf. And he offered the service of one of his private jets to pick of the ladies.

With that done, he heads off to get some sleep.

A few hours later, he had another dream and heads to his office again. He pulled out a bottle of Blood Vodka and took a big drink. He saw that Maria and L. Seseth had wrote asking to confirm the place and date that they were to meet the Count in person. So, he wrote a short message back saying ‘My lands in Romania and anytime you want. If you need transport, I’ll have a jet pick you up.’

OOC: I hate doing this, but here is a lovely bump

Vetakan Private Jet en route to The United Dominion:

The young Tribal Girl whom had never left the mountains of Vetaka was amazed at the oceans she flew over from the private Jet she pernamently had her face pressed up against the Window. The Flight from Vetaka to The United Dominion was about 12 Hours or so and well the Young Women had spent 8 of them just watching the Ocean and Clouds shoot by. The Girlls name was simple "Whitestar" phyiscally she was 18 however she had been alive for a good 24. She had not much experience with other people besides that of her fellow tribes people. She was understandably a little scared. Although the Security Risk was low the Vetakan Defence Force was notorious for taking no chances as such Whitestar was accompanied by a total of 5 VDF Diplomatic Guards and 2 White Phoenix Warriors.

They where approaching United Dominion Land as a result because the Vetakan Jet was guarded by 2 F-22 Raptors it was decided that it was best if the Vetakan Flight Checked in to avoid getting Shot Down. The Pilot began:

"Attention United Dominion Airspace Control. This is Vetakan Flight Alpha Delta 1 we are approaching United Dominion Airspace carrying a visitor for Count JWolf, the Caesar of the United Dominion from the Dominion of Vetaka we fly under the orders of the Lord-Govenor of the Dominion of Vetaka. This plane is Bombardier Challeneger we are guarded by 2 F-22 Raptors if required these will remain outside of United Dominion and return to Vetaka. Airspace Control request co-ordinates of where we are to land?"



OOC: Was unsure as to where to land?

Maria replied with a request that the Count provide transportation while L. sent a message stating that she'd be at the nearest international airport, to or in Romania, of the United Dominion on a given day and flight, which incidentally conincided with the date Maria had requested to arrive courtesy of Air JWolf.

While Maria took the Count's plane, L.'s plane touched down shortly prior. Disembarking, she headed to the baggage claim before looking to see if JWolf had sent someone to meet her, came in person or if she were expected to make her own way to his home.

United Dominion Airspace

Whitestar would get to see more aircrafts that wouldn’t act like the ones escorting her plane in. And they would appear out of nowhere. Before the United Dominion Airspace Control could answer, there was radio message to the jet and the fighter escorts.

“Greeting and welcome to the United Dominion, Vetakan Flight Alpha Delta 1 and escorts, I’ll be coming up on your six in a few to show you the path of righteousness.” said a deep man’s voice. He laughed at the last part.

Like he said, he would be coming from their six. By now, the fighter escorts would see something on their radar coming from behind them. And the funny thing is that it wasn’t there before. The United Dominion does run fighters under the radar to keep her waters clean of pirates and etc.

Anyways, the Dominion fighter was coming up fast on the Vetakan planes. Then about half way to them, two more fighters magically appeared out of bloody nowhere. In reality, they were flying under and above the first fighters. They appeared on both sides of the first blip.

As they neared the Vetakan planes, the ones on the outside moved to the pouter edge of the Vetakan planes as the other flew straight under Whitestar‘s plane, but not to close. By now, the Dominion planes could be seen and were F/A 401 Birds of Prey carrier aircrafts. Each one was bearing the roundel (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/UDAFRoundel.jpg) of the United Dominion Air Force.

“Follow me. By the way, I‘m Colonel Michael Lutomski.” said Colonel Michael Lutomski (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Lutomski.jpg). At that time, the fighters on the outer edge turned to the side and shot downwards into the clouds. Only to come back into view far in front of their leader and the Vetakan planes

Sibiu International Airport, Sibiu, Romania

There was somebody waiting for here at the airport. A medium sized man with black suit was holding a sign that said ‘L. Seseth’. Next to him was a taller black male with cornrows and a paired of dark tinted sunglasses. The tall man was wearing a Black Wolves Dress Uniform (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BWDU.jpg), a Burning Fox pistol at his side.

Greystone Air Base, Graystone (The Count’s lands), Romania

Maria, on the other hand, was already close to the Count then anybody else. She was on his lands already. As he exited the private jet, she would seen a man in the same uniform as the tall man that SIA. He had a youthful face with his blue eyes, long blonde hair and smile that could break a woman’s heart.

“Welcome to Greystone, Miss Marqion.” he said. Behind him was a black BMW 760Li Sedan.

Because this was a military air base, there were soldiers of the Black Wolves, both in Transylvanian Body Armor in gray or just normal black BDUs, walking around the base.

L. wore an open black leather jacket that reached to mid-thight with a red shirt and a pair of black jeans. Taking a light grey bag off of the conveyor belt, she walked up to the man holding sign. With a very faint smirk, she utilized sign-language to say hello.

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"Thank you." She replied demurely as she carried her portable bag. Further luggage was in the plane's cargohold.

"It is a pleasure to be here, and please convey my thanks to the pilot and staff for the most enjoyable flight." Maria added as she entered the BMW.

Sibiu International Airport, Sibiu, Romania

“Ah…” said the tall man looking at the woman in front of him. The man knew sign-language because he was an ex-shadow operation soldiers and his younger brother was deaf. He signed ‘Welcome to the United Dominion, I’m Commander Maximus Church of the Black Wolves.’

“I don’t know sign-language, Commander.” said the other man.

“I think she can read lips, Hal.” said Maximus looking at the other man. He looked back at L. “Follow me and my buddy to the car, we’ll take you to Greystone and then to Castle Von Wolf. Need help with your bag, Hal is the bag boy.” He smiled at the last part.


Greystone Air Base, Graystone (The Count’s lands), Romania

“Will do, Miss Marqion.” he said. He looked over at the staff of the jet, which was the pilot, the co-pilot, and a woman. “She says thanks.” he said, before getting in on the other side of the car. “Miss Marqion, I’m Captain Gabriel Osbourne of the Black Wolves.”

Some of the Black Wolves helped load the luggage in a black pick up truck behind of the BMW. As the last piece was placed in the truck, the two vehicles moved out of the airbase. The two vehicles started their trip to Castle Von Wolf.

About ten miles away, the colossal castle could be seen over the tree line. The huge castle, which was twenty stories tall and five towers. AAA guns and SAM sites could be seen on the dark stoned castle, when you get closer to it like in the driveway. The castle in its current state has a floor area of 9.4 million ft² and a total of 206.8 million ft³ of space. The highest of the tower is over 450 ft tall. This castle is a fortress in its current state. My, my that is a huge castle.

L. simply smiled a faint, mysterious smile. Were Maximus the very preceptive type, it was possible he might notice something a bit amiss about her. Her foot was ever so slightly tapping in time with a song being played nearby.

With Maximus's comment about Hal being the bag-boy, she turned and pointed at an almost five foot long, three foot wide and thick bag that was just starting to make its way along the conveyor belt. With her other hand, she signed, "Mine."

It was a moderately heavy bag that fortunately for Hal's back, had wheels.

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"Thank you Captain Gabriel." Maria said as she noticed that others in the same uniform as the captain were loading her bags into another vehicle. "Would you please ask you men to be especially careful with the red bag?"

The bag in question was almost box shaped, football(American) and fairly firm.

As the car neared the castle, she asked, "That is the Count's residence? It is very impressive, if slightly unnerving with the weapons around."

Sibiu International Airport, Sibiu, Romania

Hal moved over to the bag and picked it up. Good thing it had wheels on it or Hal would be a pissed off person. Hal started to the car as Commander Maximus Church looked over at L. “This way, miss.” He started moving behind Hal.

Graystone, Romania

“Yes, that is Caste Von Wolf. And the defends on the castle are to protect as the airspace over Graystone is a no-fly zone. ” said Captain Gabriel. He looked at the castle as the BMW moved closer and closer to the driveway of Castle Von Wolf. “Plus, it is the home of our nation’s leader, it needs to have that type of weapons on it. He is a strong fighter on the ground, but can‘t fight a plane with a sword.” He smiled as the BMW and the truck turned onto the long driveway that lead to the castle.

The two vehicles passed through a twenty foot tall gate, which was part of a equally twenty foot tall dark stone castle like wall. Castle Von Wolf was seven hundred yards ahead and the size from this close was out of this world.

Castle Von Wolf, Graystone, Romania

“Should I be myself or looked like a world leader?” asked the Count, standing in some dark blue silk boxers. He was standing his in his huge walk in wardrobe that was like the size of a small two bedroom house.

“Fuck it, I’ll go as myself.” he said out loud. He placed on some urban camo cargo pants with a black riding boots. He grabbed a shirt from one of the many racks and threw it on. It was a sleeveless version of his own shirt, the one he wore on the JWolf Show when during the paintball fight. You know the one with the words ‘His Royal Badass’ on the back.

Heading out of his wardrobe, he moved to the front door. To the great entrance to Castle Von Wolf.

Outside Castle Von Wolf

The BMW parked into front of the stone stair way to the monstrous castle. Captain Gabriel, being a gentleman and a officer, got out to open the door for Maria.

“Welcome to Castle Von Wolf, Miss Marqion.“ came the voice of the Count as he walked down the steps.

United Dominion Airspace

Whitestar would get to see more aircrafts that wouldn’t act like the ones escorting her plane in. And they would appear out of nowhere. Before the United Dominion Airspace Control could answer, there was radio message to the jet and the fighter escorts.

“Greeting and welcome to the United Dominion, Vetakan Flight Alpha Delta 1 and escorts, I’ll be coming up on your six in a few to show you the path of righteousness.” said a deep man’s voice. He laughed at the last part.

Like he said, he would be coming from their six. By now, the fighter escorts would see something on their radar coming from behind them. And the funny thing is that it wasn’t there before. The United Dominion does run fighters under the radar to keep her waters clean of pirates and etc.

Anyways, the Dominion fighter was coming up fast on the Vetakan planes. Then about half way to them, two more fighters magically appeared out of bloody nowhere. In reality, they were flying under and above the first fighters. They appeared on both sides of the first blip.

As they neared the Vetakan planes, the ones on the outside moved to the pouter edge of the Vetakan planes as the other flew straight under Whitestar‘s plane, but not to close. By now, the Dominion planes could be seen and were F/A 401 Birds of Prey carrier aircrafts. Each one was bearing the roundel (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/UDAFRoundel.jpg) of the United Dominion Air Force.

“Follow me. By the way, I‘m Colonel Michael Lutomski.” said Colonel Michael Lutomski (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Lutomski.jpg). At that time, the fighters on the outer edge turned to the side and shot downwards into the clouds. Only to come back into view far in front of their leader and the Vetakan planes

Sibiu International Airport, Sibiu, Romania

There was somebody waiting for here at the airport. A medium sized man with black suit was holding a sign that said ‘L. Seseth’. Next to him was a taller black male with cornrows and a paired of dark tinted sunglasses. The tall man was wearing a Black Wolves Dress Uniform (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BWDU.jpg), a Burning Fox pistol at his side.

Greystone Air Base, Graystone (The Count’s lands), Romania

Maria, on the other hand, was already close to the Count then anybody else. She was on his lands already. As he exited the private jet, she would seen a man in the same uniform as the tall man that SIA. He had a youthful face with his blue eyes, long blonde hair and smile that could break a woman’s heart.

“Welcome to Greystone, Miss Marqion.” he said. Behind him was a black BMW 760Li Sedan.

Because this was a military air base, there were soldiers of the Black Wolves, both in Transylvanian Body Armor in gray or just normal black BDUs, walking around the base.


As the United Dominion Planes shot into view of the Private Plabe Whitestar clapped as if signalling for more. However the Vetakan Lead Pilot answered making sure he kept his stiff upper lip but still maintaining his surprise:

"Wow You guys are good. Nobody back home in Vetaka could do that. United Dominion Leader Whitestar has a question whats the Count like?. She has read books and watched the Jwolf show and Interview. However Their is only so much you can gain from research somtimes you have to ask a real person for their opinion?

As the United Dominion Planes shot into view of the Private Plabe Whitestar clapped as if signalling for more. However the Vetakan Lead Pilot answered making sure he kept his stiff upper lip but still maintaining his surprise:

"Wow You guys are good. Nobody back home in Vetaka could do that. United Dominion Leader Whitestar has a question whats the Count like?. She has read books and watched the JWolf show and Interview. However Their is only so much you can gain from research somtimes you have to ask a real person for their opinion?

“Ah…the Count is a cool person. I have only meet him a few times.” said Colonel Lutomski, as the other two fighters moved to the side of his fighter. The waters flew past under them, it would turn to land soon. “I had a drink with him after he give my Top Gun medal. There is a saying about him. ‘It‘s better to have him on your side then against you‘” He laughed at that last part because there were some that were friends, but pissed the Count off and turned him against those people.

“Anyways, welcome to my home, my brothers and sisters within the Dominion Commonwealth.”

Sibiu International Airport, Sibiu, Romania

She replied with a light smile before entering the car with the Commander. So far she was enjoying her self and was planning on mentioning such to the Count. Of course she intended to ensure both Hal and Maximus were present when she met JWolf.

Graystone, Romania

"He would have to be a unique man to be able to tackle a plane with a sword." Maria replied with a bit of a wry grin as the concept of a handsom, buff man in a tattered pair of black pants chasing after a fighter-craft armed with a oversized claymore amused her.

Outside Castle Von Wolf

The BMW parked into front of the stone stair way to the monstrous castle. Captain Gabriel, being a gentleman and a officer, got out to open the door for Maria.

“Welcome to Castle Von Wolf, Miss Marqion.“ came the voice of the Count as he walked down the steps.[/QUOTE]

Seeing Gabriel get out to open her door, Maria decided to wait and let him. If he wished to follow courtesy then she would as well. She'd been raised to be polite and all.

Exiting she heard a voice addressing her. Spotting the count, his profile immediately identifiable, she curtseyed. "Thank you for the greeting, Ceasar JWolf. It is both a pleasure and an honour to be here. I must also thank you for the excellent service of your staff."

Sibiu International Airport, Sibiu, Romania

The car wasn’t some radon normal sedan or even a car. It was a black H2 that was on 28 inch rims. It had an armed man in a set of dray gray and black Transylvanian body armor. The soldier wore the symbol of the Black wolves on his upper right arm proudly as he holds one of the new Hali-42 assault rifles in his hands.

The soldier helped Hal place the bag in the back as the Commander got into the back seat. Hal and the soldier move dot the front after L. Seseth got in.

Hal starts the vehicles and moved out of the airport.

Commander Maximus looked over at her. “It will be long drive to Greystone. Do you have any question that you want to ask?” he asked.

Castle Von Wolf

The Count smiled after he kissed her hand. “Call me, Jason, Miss Marqion.” He stood back and looked at her. Trying to see of the dream lady would hint that she was the woman in front of him. “My staff is the best. They know what to do and how to do it. There isn’t a person in my staff that is a rookie. Something with my Black Wolves.”

He looked over at Gabriel. “Captain, have her stuff taken to Ares room. It marked on this PDA.” he said as he threw it over to his soldier. Gabriel took it form the air without any trouble almost like it was in some jelly.

The Count looked back at Maria. “Come inside and we can talk.”

Sibiu International Airport, Sibiu, Romania

It was fortunate that L. was looking at the commander when he asked his question, else she wouldn't have realized he'd asked her a question. Pausing a second as she rotated her shoulders, she signed back, "What is the Count and his family like? If you wish to speak, I can read lips. Also, how long?"

Castle Von Wolf

"If you wish to dispense with the formalities without delay, then I would be pleased if you called me Maria." She replied as a faint blush touched her face.

"Are your staff and soldiers the best because they are drawn from the best, out of respect and love for you, or a combination of both?" She added as she joined Jason at the threshold to his home, waiting him to enter. It was a cultural trait that a guest could not enter without a host's presence inside first.

H2

Commander Maximus thought about it first before answering her questions. As the H2 moved onto the main road as he started answering her. He would signed the first answer as it would be easy then the family part.

“Well, the Count is a nice man…” he paused, trying to think what else to say, “Unlike what those foreign fools call him and think of him. The Count isn’t a tin-pot dictator that is insane.”

He paused before moving on to the family part. This time he would have to talk as it is easier for him to say things. “The House of Wolf is a melting pot, if you understand what I’m getting at. First off, you look at Countess Nefertiti and can see that she isn’t from Europe.” he paused to make sure he didn’t talk to much and that he didn’t mess her up. “And she is Nefertiti as in Egyptian Queen. The Count was hired as an assassin and personal bodyguard for her. After he fell in love with her, the Count watched from the shadows until the two could escape to his safe haven within Eqypt. And in 1336 BC they did that and she became his first bride.”

He paused again to allow himself to catch his breath. “So, his family is mix of different races and creeds. They all do their own things like the first Darkholme twins, Princesses Elizabeth and Lilli.” He stopped and looked out of the window. He was thinking about the two young ladies. Looking back at her. “Those two did spend their nights at their father’s night clubs and were labeled as teenagers gone wild, but they’re showing everybody what they can do by leading an invasion of a nation lead by a dictator.”

“The trip will be a hour and a half.” he said.

Castle Von Wolf

“I think it a combination of both and the fact, I found the best people that do their jobs as best as they can,” said the Count, he opened the massive hard wood door with one hand. He stepped in and held the door open for Maria to enter.

Inside was the great entrance, a round shaped room that had white marble floors and stone that matched the outside walls. There was grand double staircase that moved with the round walls, on the ledge was the open door way into the second floor. There was open door way under that ledge, which leads into a long hallway from the looks of it. There were doors on each side of the staircase, which leads into some type of room.

The Count waited for Maria to enter.

H2

L. watched intently to Maximus' tale about the count. It prompted a number of questions for the good JWolf when she met him.

Signing, "Do you have anything else interesting or useful about the count? If not will you let me know when we are five minutes from our destination."

Castle Von Wolf

Maria entered the house, the most impressive house. It took a couple seconds to take it all in, as it was one of those sights that had to be taken in in small doses rather than trying to absorb it all at once. Much like the Count himself.

"Jason, if you don't mind me asking, would you tell me about yourself and your family?"

H2

Commander Maximus thought about it before saying “Nope, but you can always ask him when you met him.” Then it hit him, maybe she wanted something to drink. Good thing, they were in a vehicle that was used to transport VIPs.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked before opening the hidden compartment between the two. Inside was the feeling of cool air along with bottles of water and can of soda and beer. There even a bottle that had the words ‘Hemp Tea’ on a green wrap, it was bottled marijuana tea.

Castle Von Wolf

Before answering her, the Count stepped in and took her hand. He lead her through the door to the left side of the grand entrance. Entering that room, she would see a somewhat normal room for a castle like this. It was a room that looked about 500 ft² in floor area and a ten foot ceiling. The room had the same stone walls as the rest of the castle.

There was round wooden table in the middle of the room, on the white marble floor were tiger skinned and lion skinned rugs. There was lighting, which was hidden into the ceiling, that lit the room and highlights the bookcase that when from the ceiling to the floor.

There were two large brown leather chairs to their right side and in front of them was another door.

“Have seat and tell what you want to know. I have some many things I could tell you.” said the Count.

H2

"I am fine." She signed back. Thinking a second on his evasionary answer, she added, "Why do you serve the count?"

Castle Von Wolf

Maria took the offered seat, sinking somewhat in padding. "Could you tell me just a little about yourself, your likes, dislikes and interests, as well as those of your family?"

H2

Maximus closed the compartment and looked at her as she asked her question. A strange question for him to answer. Nobody has ever asked him that question or anything close to it.

“I serve him because it is my job and that I have respect for him. I’m a former Legionnaire, having been in the United Dominion Foreign Legion for six years, and didn’t want to join the United Dominion Armed Forces.” he started, pausing to think and allow her to read his lips, “I was offered a job as a Black Wolf by the Count himself. Being a Black Wolf is the best job in the world as we don’t see that much action and get to live in nice houses.”

Castle Von Wolf

The Count placed his rear end in the other chair, which were somewhat facing each other. He listens to what she really want to know and knew he could only answer those parts about him.

“I’ll tell you of my dislikes as what ever is not in my dislikes, it means that I like it.” he said with a smile at the end. “My dislikes are idiots, nazis, dumb commies, world leaders whom think they are the best of them all.” He paused.

“You know those like that lord of war or the terrorist leader of doom.” he said, within his words were hints on whom he was talking about. The first one would be real easy as there is only a few know as the Warlord. The second would be a little harder to find as the Doomani Caesar wasn’t know as a terrorist leader. The funny thing is that those two leaders were going at right now with the whole world watching.

“Moving on, anybody that is an…umm…asshole or a jackass to me. I think that is all. I’ll have to think about it as my mind is an old one.” said the Count.

“And I have no idea what the likes and dislikes of my family is. You don’t know how big the House of Wolf is?” he asked.

H2

"So personal loyalty. Always a good thing to be able to inspire, but then so to do leaders of personality cults. What is your life like as a black wolf?"

Castle Von Wolf

"So you like intelligent communists?" Maria mentioned as she wondered how Jason would take that comment.

"Not meaning offence, but shouldn't the patriarch of a family such as yours know at least a little about your kin?"

She'd done some research, limited by lack of sources, into the House of Wolf and come to pity those who had the unenviable task of ploting Jason Wolf's family tree.

H2

“Nice.” said the commander looking at her. “It’s better then being a security guards as I didn’t want to join the United Dominion Armed Forces. It was being a Black Wolf or a mall security guard or a police officer. What would you pick?”

He smiled as he putted out a few thousand blood credit bills.

Castle Von Wolf

“If there is a commie that was an intelligent one, then the answer is I would like that commie.” said the Count with a big smile. He pushed back in his chair and relaxed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wooden case. Opening it he pulled out a Cuban cigar and a match. “I’ll ask, but I don’t think you smoke cigars. Would you like one?”

“Anyways, I know, but I don’t think you want to see here and listen to that list. And I don’t feel saying it all.” he said with a smile, before lighting the cigar. If Maria didn’t’ like the cigar, then she wasn’t the eighth or even a person the Count would want to be around.

“Tell me something, where are you from as I didn‘t pay attention to your address?” he asked before inhaling some of the cigar smoke, only to blow it the other ways form Maria.

OOC: His name is Jason Scotus Lupus and he has just started using it. It is three names that the was known by during his life time and I just placed them together to form his name. But it will still be known as the House of Wolf.

H2

"From the money you're waving around I can see what helped you make up your mind." She signed with a smile. "I don't think I'd be good for any of those jobs."

Castle Von Wolf

"Of course how you define intelligence might vary." Maria replied with a grin. "You're correct, most of the time. I have found a few occasions to smoke a cigar, thought they are few and far between."

"I come from a country called Dlieanos, a relatively small nation. Is there anything special you'd like to know however about either me or my homeland?"

H2

“So, what do you do?” asked the Commander, being friendly as she knew what he did. If she is the Eighth, she will get what every training she wanted. The Count likes his women to be fighters. The reason is that he doesn’t like to save them when he is fighting something else.

Castle Von Wolf

The Count smiled, his pearly white fangs showing themselves for a few seconds. “I would be lying, if I said I knew your homeland.” he said, rolling the end of the cigar in his fingers. ”I don’t think I have hear of it. So, tell my old ears about Dlieanos and what you do there.”

H2

"Depends. I've done any number of things. It all depended on what I felt like learning or doing." L. signed back as she was quite a bit of a jack-of-all trades.

Castle Von Wolf

"Well, at present, I'm a teacher. History, psychology, and poli-science are my prefered areas, as well as serving as an assistant coach in both the kendo, fencing and gymnastics." Maria replied before yawning. "Sorry about that, it was a bit of a long flight."

"Moving on, Dlieanos is a very enjoyable place to live. A minimal crime rate and an almost zero rate of major crimes. Pleasent weather, land-scape and ecology, the greatest problem is likely the completely unstructured political process. Most of our politicians are people who just show up and claim an office. Generally, it works fairly well, but there have been some problem cases."

H2

“Ah…a Jill of all trades then.” he said, looking at his watch. He saw that forty-five minutes have gone by now. “We have about thirty minutes until we get to Greystone then forty to get to Castle Von Wolf. I have a felling that you could be tried from your trip. I’ll wake you up when we made it to Greystone.”

Castle Von Wolf

The Count smiled. “Maybe I’ll go to Dlieanos and claim an office. I don’t think about will care.” he said, sill with a smile. He only looked at her until he laughed. “I’m just joking with you. Your homeland sounds lovely.”

“You need some rest.” he said, looked over to the door. Captain Gabriel walked through it and looked at the Count. “Nobody can sneak up on you, milord.” he said.

“Please show her the way to her room. She needs her rest.” said the Count.

“Yes, milord.” said Captain Gabriel.

H2

"Somewhat yes, and thank you." She signed back, "Thought you wouldn't mind waiting till we are about ten minutes from the castle would you?"

Castle Von Wolf

"If you want, feel free. We've had a few foreign leaders before, thought none of them lasted very. Something about the goverment system tends to drive people who don't come from Dlieanos a bit screwy." Maria replied as she matched the Count's laugh with her own.

Standing, she shook Jason's hand and added as she followed Gabriel, "Thanks for the consideration. As excellent as your plane was, I've never been able to sleep on one, and it was a long journey."

H2

"Okay, I’ll get you up at that time. Have a nice nap.” said the Commander before looking out the window.

Castle Von Wolf

The Count stood and shook her. “I have never could sleep on them, too. Maybe I’m that way because of the early models that carried passengers” said the Count. He kissed her hand before moving out of the room.

Captain Gabriel looked over at her. “Follow me and stay close because you’ll get loss in here fast.” he said. He holds the door open for her to exit.

H2

As the commander had turned away, L. was left without a viable method of replying and thus simply curled up against the door to rest, after making sure her seat belt was firmly afixed and the door was locked.

Castle Von Wolf

Maria blushes slightly at Jason's actions as he departs before following Gabriel. "Then can you make sure you go slowly enought for me to keep up so I can help learn the lay-out of this castle?"

H2

The Commander continued to look out the window as world moved past. He was like a dog with his head out of the window, but that would make him look foolish. By the paid soldier of fortune watched the rocks or whatever pass them as the hummer traveled down the road.

Castle Von Wolf

“I’ll just give you the PDA at the end.” he said. He lends up the left side of the staircase and enters the hallway. Walking passed the first few side hallways, Captain Gabriel moved into the next hallway to the left. Walking through that hallway, the Captain turned to the right and entered a short hall way. At the end of this hallway was another hallway. He moved to the left and entered a hallway to the right. After doing that few more times, the pair come to a ten foot tall statute of Ares, which was standing on the other side looking at a door.

“This is your room and I think you know what it is called Ares’ room.” he said, opening the door. Inside was Greek themed room that looked like some one form those times decorated it. The mattress was modern and there was a flat screen on one of the wall. The back French doors, when out to a small balcony, which over looked the mountains from a far.

All of her stuff was placed in one part of the room. The Captain held the PDA out and asked “Do you know how to use this because I know of a few people that don’t even know what they are.”

Through out the whole trip, she would have seen things from the ancient world that should be in a museum and not some old dude’s home, if you want to call it that.

[QUOTE=The Transylvania;12564014]H2

L. simply dozed, making a faint almost sneezing type noise on every ninth breath as well as every thirteenth. It could almost be used to set a metronome for it was perfectly rythmic if slightly unusual.

Castle Von Wolf

"Yes, thought I am not very good with a PDA. I much prefere a personal computer, it just feels more natural and efficiant. I must also say he has a very eccentric collection of artifacts, but then he has had a fairly long life to collect them." Maria commented as she moved over to a couch. "Do you know if he keeps secruity cameras in all the rooms?"

H2

The hummer moved down the road, not making any quick moves to allow her to sleep. She would miss a lot of the country side, but her rest would be need to meet with someone like the Count.

Thirty minutes passed by and the hummer had arrived at Greystone.

Castle Von Wolf

“I know there are in the hallways and outside. Plus, a few rooms have them.” he said, be moved towards the door. “But this room doesn’t have any. There is a phone in here that will link you to somebody like room service. Anything else?”

H2

Every so often, L.'s head would seem to very slightly follow an unusual or beautiful section of landscape thought it could be accounted by simple nocturnal motion, an astute or paranoid observer might view it as a conscious action.

Castle Von Wolf

"No, thank you." Maria answered, "And if you'll excuse me?"

Once her guide was outside, she set about doing things concerning unpacking. Going to the case she'd been concerned about prior, she opened it to reveal a large crystaline figurine and a set of four large curved claws. Reverentially withdrawing all five items, she set them out upon the table with each claw fitting into a special slot on the figurine's base.

It was of an almost unearthly beauty that could only be found in the unhurried work of a true artist, the image present within the craved crystal. A human-like beastial wolf that conveyed the image of soul-wrenching horror in the process of leaping, arms outstreached claws curving as if the observer was its prey.

After finishing with the figurine, she changed into night-clothes and retired into bed.

The hummer passed through the checkpoint into Greystone, which only allowed Black Wolf’s vehicles and a few VIP guests like the Four Horsemen or those within the Count‘s inner circle. The hummer passed through the heavy armed checkpoint and on to the main road to the castle. On the first thirty minutes, the hummer passed Black Wolves riding in types of armored vehicles and even passed the air base.

At the ten minute mark, the Commander lends over and taps L.'s shoulder to get her up.

With a languid and feline motion L. stretched as she woke. Turning a slightly wolfish grin on the Commander, she signed, "Almost there then? And thank you for waking me."

“Yup, we’re almost there.” he said. He pointed to the castle and smiled. She would see it wasn’t a small castle, but a military fortress in size and what it had in weapons. The hummer moved to the side of the road to pass a black M-413 Diablo main battle tank with Black Wolf markings.

She watched the surroundings, castle and tank with interest on the last few minutes, her eyes alight. If he was watching her he'd see her lips moving as if talking yet without sound or even anything approaching identifiable words if he could lip-read.

After about a few more minutes, the hummer turned on to the driveway that leads to the castle’s front stairs. By now, she would see how big the castle was as the hummer traveled down the driveway. It was shocking of the size of the castle, but it was for the most powerful person on this forsaken world called Earth.

The hummer stopped in front of the stair way and Hal opened the door for her to exit. The Commander and unknown Black Wolf soldier got out of the hummer. At the top of the stair was the Man in Black, not Johnny Cash, himself, looking down at the hummer.

L. exited the vehicle and gave Hal a light smile and a little gesture to pay attention. It was, on the surface at least, a request to be ready to serve as a translator should the Count fail to understand sign language.

Walking up the stairs to the man who awaited her, she proffered her left hand in an almost negligent manner that seemed half-way between an offer to kiss her hand and shake it. Looking at him expectantly she wondered which he'd choose.

“Why did she do that to me? I’m the bag boy.” said Hal with a half smile and confused look on his face.

“Get the bag, Hal.” said the Commander, walking next to L. as she moved up the stairs towards the Count. Hal, with the help of a person in a butler type suit, got the bag out of the hummer’s rear end.

At the top, the Count said “Welcome to Castle Von Wolf, Miss Seseth. I hope your trip was nice.” then kissed her hand.

After the Count's kiss, L. turned her head slightly and favoured Hal and the Commander with an impish smile before looking back at the man before her. In a melodic, sultry and altogether beautiful voice she replied, "It was very nice, thought I'm sure that both of your excellent men might be a bit put out with me. You see I lead them to believe I was deaf."

She then turned again to look at both of her escorts, "And a most excellent bag boy you are," she added before looking back at the JWolf.

“That’s mischievous, miss.” said the Count with a smile. He looked over his men and back at her. “But it is a little funny.”

The Commander, helping Hal carry the bag up the stairs, looked over at the Count. He rolled his eyes before asking “Where we putting the jokester at, milord?” He smiled as he walked up the stairs. He, along with Hal, were played like a flute thinking she was deaf.

“Place her stuff in the room to the right of Ares’ room.” said the Count.

The Count looked into her eyes before saying “I bet you have a lot of questions for dear old me, so follow me into a study and we’ll talk.” He kissed her hand again before turning towards the door. Hew walked in and held it open for her.

"Why thank you Wolfie." She replied with another impish grin, "I try my best."

"That I do Wolfie, and I'm sure you have as many for me." She commented before leaning close to his ear and adding in a most sultry voice, "And I shall be most forthcoming."

Then with a twinkle in her eye she stepped into the Count's abode.

“Call me, Jason.” he said, leading her into the same room with the animal fur on the floor. The same room that he and Maria talked in before she moved off to get some sleep. “Have a seat.”[/I] he said, pointing at one of the two chairs. He moved over to one of the bookcases and opened a hidden compartment.

“Do you drink fire water?,” he asked with a smile, “You know alcohol.” He pulled out a bottle, which could be watered down blood in color. On the white label was Blood Vodka in golden Old English letters.

She took a seat thought with a leg resting on the arm of the chair. "Ah, you don't like your new nickname Wolfie?" She asked with a teasing pout.

As he pulled out the bottle of vodka her eyes lit up. "Of course, why don't you?"

“You remind me of my sixth bride and two of my daughters. They are a little wild, but I still love them.” said the Count, pouring to glasses with some fire water. “Love, a strange thing for a soulless vampire to say.” he placed the bottle back into compartment and picked the two glasses up.

“This stuff isn’t just normal vodka, miss.” he said with a smile, handing her a glass of the reddish liquid. “It is mixed with clean Tiger blood. Now, a drink for your safe trip to my kingdom.” He downed his whole glass before taking a seat.

"Do you really think you are truely lacking in a soul?" She asked as she took the glass. "To my safe trip and to the start of a relationship most ..." She downs her glass and feels the alcohol pour down her throat. While there was obviously more to her comment she left it hanging.

"So Wolfie, any questions for me before I turn you over the coals?"

“I am a vampire and what do those God loving people call us. Children of the Devil.” said the Count, relaxing his head in the chair. He looked over at her. “Please call me, Jason. You’re my guest, so ask away.”

"Ah, but it is the host's right to know of his guest before his guest knows of him. However before you ask your questions, I have one first. Do you really dislike your nickname that much, Jason?" She commented having gone quiet.

“Well…you’re not saying it right.” he said with a smile, relaxing in his chair. “There would be a v sound in it as it is not wolfes with f and es. It’s wolves with a v and es.” He smiled against and ran his hands through his hair. “Plus, I’m not a big fan of pet names.”

“Now, your hose as asked you to go first. Step on the plate and swing away.” he adds, spinning the empty glass in his right hand.

Had this message reached Mirkana while General Remmol was in power, it would have been ignored. But after he died, some said that Mirkana's morality had died with him.
Commander-In-Chief Vasily Reddox made a decision. For a while now, the Mirkanan intelligence service had maintained a unit of female agents who specialized in using their bodies to accomplish their missions. He contacted that unit now...

(OOC: Just to tell you, Mirkana has decided that a vampiric leader, due to his potentially indefinite lifespan, is a threat to Mirkana that must be neutralized. The woman who I am sending is going to attempt to assassinate the Count.)

(OOC: Just to tell you, Mirkana has decided that a vampiric leader, due to his potentially indefinite lifespan, is a threat to Mirkana that must be neutralized. The woman who I am sending is going to attempt to assassinate the Count.)

OOC: OOC: Don’t waste your time. He is a 10,000 year old vampire that has survived this long and wouldn‘t be took out by some woman. He isn’t a normal vampire. It will only get your nation into trouble and this thread isn’t a ‘Let’s kill an foreign leader.’

Please take your post out and you should have asked me through telegrams.

"Oh, and why not?" She asked before bowing her head slightly as if to agree to his request and continuing with an almost maching gun barrage of questions, "What are your hobbies, politicial policies, artistic impressions, both visual and musical, greatest aspiration and achivement and greatest failure and weakness?"

“Umm…hobbies…umm…don’t have any. Watch the JWolf Show and you’ll see a lot of things I do.” he said, taking a small pause. “My political policies are whatever is the best for my people. Artistic impressions, I have no idea because I haven’t been an artist.” He smiled at that.

“My greatest achievement is not getting killed and living so long.” he said, “Or that I rule the most powerful European Empire. Or that I’m the most powerful being on this world.” He smiled and let out a small laugh.

“My greatest failure…being Hilter’s assassin, but the money was good.” he said without a smile or anything. His voice was even icy.

"Very interesting, and now its your turn to ask questions of me." She replied as she gave Jason a gaze most remincent of a cat's stare. His replies had been unusual, thought it had been expected considering who was replying, but not altogether shocking.

“Hmmm…where do I start?” he said out loud as he lend forwards, placing his hands on his face. He looked up at her after fifteen seconds. “The easy things, what is your homeland like? What do you there? What do you for fun?” He started. My, my, this is a strange person. “And what does the L mean in your name?”

"Well, home is technically an anarchy, but its ruled by an absolute monarchy. If daddy says jump, people don't even both asking how high but just do it." She replied with a smile at what was obviously a pleasent memory.

"I do just about whatever I wish. Lately I've been a dancer, model, drag racer and mixed martial artist. And no, people don't go easy on me. For fun, I read, fight, play chess and listen to melded musics, and torment my siblings."

"As to my L., it's the first initial of my name and for that matter the first initial of both my parents names." She added with a faint smile.

“Daddy?!? What type of leader has his people call him by that?” said the Count, looking at her. He smiled and relaxed back in his chair. His arms crossed on his muscled chest. “Does L. stand for anything? Like Lexxy or Lilli or Landlover.”

"Well, only his favourite daughter can call him that." She replied with a grin at Jason's shocked outburst. "Actually it stands for a couple things, but for now it stands for one of the names you guessed actually, Lilli."

“Ah…my daughter’s name is Lilli. She part of the first Darkholme twins, which are currently leading a invasion.” he said, playing with his cup again. “It’s a nation that has a dictator as a ruler. I don’t like those type of rulers.”

"Oh? And is that why secruity is tightened?" She asked as she watched the count play with his dishes. "And who knows maybe the people like the country and leader they have."

“Then they are fools.” commented the Count in a cold tone. “Nobody should rule a nation by themselves. The age of an one man rule is over. People need to have some power over how their nation is ran.”

“That’s why there is an United Senate in my nation.” he adds.

"A fool can not be taught by force nor example. They can only learn by experiance and even then it takes a while." She replied, "And did the Senate say yes to your war or if the senate ever insisted you remove yourself from office what would you do?"

“My invasion is for the dethroning of the dictator and aiding the nation to elect a new ruler or whatever.” said the Count, placing his glass on the floor next to him.

“As Emperor of the United Dominion, I have the power to veto whatever I don’t like. And I did go to my cabinet and the United Senate about my war against the dictators of the world.” he said with a smile.

“And the United Senate doesn’t have the power to tell me to stepped down form my position as the United Dominion is still a Monarchy. Being Caesar isn’t like a Lord Governor or President, I don‘t have an office like a President runs for.” he said. “I have a throne that is as old as the United Dominion. I’m the rightful ruler of this nation because I founded back in the year 1000 AD.”

“We have had kings, queens and councils that have ruled these lands. I took over the Dominion throne after deaths within the Council of Twelve and the people welcomed me as their ruler.” he said with an impish.

“Now, you know a lot about my nation. If you’re up to it, tell me more about your lands.” he said.

"You are a ruler who has, from the sounds of it, unlimited legislative powers who can not be dethroned short of civil war, that sounds very close to the definition of a dictator to me, and if so it would mean you are either hypocritical or waging a foreign action to avoid dealing with problems at home." L. commented mildly as it seemed like Jason was war-mongering for the sake of the art. Not a bad thing mind but a uncertain trait in a man.

"Well, as I've said, it's an anarchic society which makes it somewhat hard to describe. It might be easier if you ask semi-specific questions and let me lead from there."

“In some ways, I am a dictator. That’s when I had full control over the lands as the God Emperor.” he said pausing, trying to think how to get out of the hole he dig for himself. “Running a nation, even with the help of my cabinet, was hard. That’s where the United Senate came into play. They aid in running local things in the United Dominion. I control one and a half seats in there as the Emperor and Co-Regional Governor of Romania.”

“And there aren’t problems at home. After the United Senate heard about my campaign to take dictator out, there was a huge wining vote for it to work. If it didn’t win, I wouldn’t have done it.” he said with a smile.

“Now, about to what I want to know. So your nation is a free-for-all with everything legal, right? Does it have an army or even a police force? How does it all work?” he asked.

L. listened to Jason back-peddle with a mental chuckle. "So this dictator is a micro-manager, the kind that tells the people when to weed thier gardens, what to worship, who to screw and how often?" She asked as that kind of situation was what the black sheep side of the family advocated and a philosophy and practice she couldn't stand.

"Just about, there are a few things that are still generally frowned upon and a couple rules on people entering the country but in general terms anything goes. Neither are really needed, as if everyone is free to arm themselves with whatever they want it makes crime a rather impractical method of making a living. There are no such things as illegal narcotics so no smuggling, and if the percent of 'victems' that are not at least as well armed as a potential criminal it makes it a much more high risk proposition."

"Well, in the conventional sense there isn't an army but I'd pity any who'd plan on trying to take over." She added with a quite feral grin.

The Count wouldn‘t get back into talking about himself and his position. The Dominionites knew he was the right person for the job. He only hoped that the people in Konsekai would see that they would be in a better shape after their nation is freed.

“So…your homeland is like the safe heaven for criminals, pirates, and wrong-doers. The only person whom would try to take over would be any criminals, pirates, and wrong-doers.” he said with a smile.

“Or one of those good doing nation would try to been order to the chaos.” he adds.

“But it sounds like my type of place. I loved being in those pirate cities in the days of pirates.” he said with an impish smile.

"Sort of. The majority find their way there for one reason or another." She commented, "And Uncle G every so often tries to convince Daddy to impose order, but he never succeeds."

"So you like pirates? Do you happen to be a Pastafarian by any chance?" She added with a grin.

“Nope, I’m not one of those goof balls.” said the Count with a smile. “I just like being around pirates. Same thing about Vikings, Spartans, and etc. I like being around warriors or people that could get the job done.”

“Being around those type of people turned me into the person you see now. I have learned a lot during my life to make me into a good leader and powerful warrior. I’m a dangerous man, but don’t know why I’m not the most wanted man in Earth.” he said. “I bet there are people out there that would charged me with crimes of my past.”

“Anyways, have you heard of the Blood League within my nation?” he asked.

"No, I'm afraid I haven't. What is it and what's it like?" She asked before chuckling at the idea of JWolf in piratical or norse garb popped into mind.

“The Blood League is a sport within the United Dominion that was founded in the 1970‘s. It was created for the brave ones that fought in underground matches through the United Dominion.” started the Count. “You see, we don’t have slaves and people like to watch other people beat the living hell out of each other. So the Blood League came to live for those that liked to fight for fun or fame.”

“I asked you this because I’m thinking about taking you and my other quest to the Roman Coliseum to a show. I have to do something because the castle and Greystone isn’t that fun.” he said with a smile.

“I think you like the show. “

"So a no-rules form of an ultimate fighting competition? Unless, and likely, even if you do you have an objection that sounds like fun to participate in nevermind watching." L. commented and then thought, "Do you ever participate and if so does either side hold back?"

“You haven’t seen the first episode of the JWolf Show then. Yes, I have participate in a number of fights. And the fights are no-rule matches.” he said with a smile. “Nobody hold back within the arena. The biggest arena is the Roman Coliseum, but there are stadiums all over the United Dominion. It is our number one sport.”

“There are different rosters for the male and female fighters. Same thing about the rosters for humans, mutants or immortal beings like vampires and werewolves.” he adds.

“So…do you want to fight a human female when we go?” he asked.

"Don't watch the JWolf show at all." She commented as she stretched her arms over her head. "As to who well, I'll just have to decide when I see how they do."

“At else, my other guest has watched the JWolf Show.” said the Count, an impish grin on his lips. He ran both hands through his hair, but he still looked at her. “Before you even step into a Blood League arena, you better have some training in some type of fighting. Street fighting to kung fu to melee fighting. You’ll need to have type of training or you’ll get yourself into trouble fast.”

He stood up. “I told you about being around pirates. And I haven’t show this to my other guest, she was tired from her trip. So, do you want to see some of my history by looking at my uniforms from my past?” he asked.

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." She replied, "It comes from a rather more interesting childhood than most."

"Sure. From the sounds of it, much of your time was spent in North America, Europe, and northern Africa, correct?"

“You’re somewhat correct, L.” said the Count. He opened the door to the den like room and started up the stairs. “My early part of my life was spent in Europe, Africa, and Asia. The only types I was really in the Americas was during wars or the Wild Wild West era. I have been all over the world, but like call Europe my home and Asia my adopted home.”

He smiled at her. “During my time in Asia, I gained Blue Angel along with her sisters. Each one is named after a color. Red Angel, White Angel, Orange Angel, Green Angel and so on.” he said.

“I’m a vampire cowboy ninja pirate warrior.” he said with a huge grin.

After a long walk up two floors and down a number of hallways, which had things from different eras placed out, there even a battle worn Nazi flag that had bullet holes and somewhat burned. The Count told her the story behind this flag. It was the last flag of the Third Reich to be taken down after the war was ended. He saved it from being burned as it was part of history and he thought it was something that needed to be saved.

Anyways, the Count stopped in front of a door, which was a dark wood engraved with the Black Wolves’ symbol on it, and he slowly opened it. Holding the door, he steps in and looks around at the five thousand square foot room. The room was full of his major uniform, which were wore by life sized statues of the Count, of his past, but three of them stood of the far wall, a little higher then the other one.

One was his Roman armor, which he has been seen in at the speech about the United Senate and his new title and even on the JWolf Show. The statue wore the armor proudly, that is if statue could do things like it.

To its right was another set of armor, the so-called Demon Armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/JWolfsDemonarmor.jpg), which he wore during the middle ages and even before those times.

To the right of the Demon Armor was the Count’s SS uniform. The whole thing looked like it was new, the boots were polished and etc. It was eerily looking to look at the uniform for the Count.

If she looked around, she would find the pirate uniform, which wasn’t that goofy looking. It was the typical pirate clothes during the Golden Age of Piracy; a long coat, the hat, a pair of boot tops and son on. The uniform wasn’t in some red or even a dark maroon, it was black with gold accents. Count JWolf, the Pirate Lord of the Black Sea.

“Look around.” he said as he even looked at the uniforms. There were uniforms from even war he had been in as an mercenary like the French - Indian War to the American Civil War to the first Gulf War. Asian styled armor and clothes. Indian style clothes. The whole room was full of some type of clothing from a different nation or era.

"Blue Angel?" She enquired as she looked about at the armours, uniforms and garbs. Wandering between them, she looks over at Jason and asks, "May I?"

Her question was whether she could touch the various vestments.

“Blue Angel is the two thousand year old, blue hilted Katana that I’m seen with most of the time.” he smiled as he walked around the room. It was public knowledge of the sword’s name. He stopped in front of his SS uniform.

“Yes, you may, but remind yourself that you could be touching something that is hundreds or thousands f years old.” he said. He eyed the uniform in front of him. “Any questions you want to ask about them, just ask.”

"Ah, your signature weapon so to speak." She commented as she began walking around gently brushing a hand along the sleeve of this uniform, feeling the heft of the button of another. Among some other abilities she had the ability to form an empathic, of sorts, connection with items. The stronger a person's relevance to an item the greater the connection.

Most clothing could only give her a feel for the weaver, had it been hand woven, but it seemed like Jason's clothes would be in part defined by him and thus give an impression of him from when he wore it. Most vestment it didn't matter who wore it, it would function the same, but the Count seemed different. She was likely to find out just as much as he could tell her, but in a manner much quicker than spoken word.

She would get more form the three ‘main’ uniforms; the Roman armor, the Demon armor, and the SS uniform, but she would pick up things from the other clothes and armor in the room. She would pick up one thing from the things she touches. Battle. The Count’s life was full of battle.

Taking the dagger off of his SS uniform, the Count turned towards her. “Everything in this room is real, but the weapons. The real weapons have been placed in my armories.” he said, holding the dagger made of painted wood.

"You've had a very combative life haven't you Jason. How much of your life wasn't involved in the martial pursuit?" She asked as she chuckled at the painted wooden dagger.

“I don’t know. Maybe all of it. I‘m the perfect soldier, L.” he said placing the dagger back into its stealth. ”Some of the times I was asked and paid to fight for somebody. Other times, I joined the fighting for other reason like the side’s cause and etc.”

He smiled, walking over to his pirate uniform. “I was a pirate because I wanted to be one.” he said. “Don’t touch the sets of armor, if you can’t take seeing a lot of blood. The age of the swords and shields was bloodier then the age of gunpowder.”

"A very good soldier. I've yet to meet anyone who'd deserve the name of a perfect soldier, probably because there isn't anyone deserving it." She replied as she let her hand trail over his suits of armour in an almost sensual gesture that was also challenging as if daring his history to do its best.

“No, a perfect soldier as I got the mission done.” said the Count with a smile. “But that what the people called me. I just see myself as a unique being on this planet. I haven’t found a vampire or even a mutant that is like me. I don’t fall to the weaknesses of a normal vampire.”

“I even took a bullet in the head a few times, but hopped back onto my feet a few seconds later. To kill me, you’ll have to make my body doesn’t exist anymore or maybe behead me. Nobody has taken a limb from me before.” he said, still looking at his pirate uniform.

And because she didn’t listen, she would see battle between swordsmen that had lots of blood in them. The Count would be on foot or horse as he attacked his enemy. What armor she touched, he would be in it. Beheading people or hacking off other limbs as he fought through the ranks.

"I've met a few vampire that were immune to the majority of the traditionals, but none that were immune to all the traditionals, but then since you've never been 'caped we can't say your safe from that." She commented with a wry grin.

As she watched the gore-fest, if the Count was watching her, would see that for a faint momemnt a smile that mixed with faint amounts of amusement, pleasure, borderline lust and blood-lust cross her face before she looked back at JWolf with lidded eyes.

"You're impressive, that's for sure."

“Hunters have tried everything on me. Crosses haven’t done anything to me in thousands of years. I have even walked in the Holy See a few days after I became the Caesar. If a vampire can walk into there and survive, then crosses are thrown out of the window. ” he said, watching her as she did what she was doing. By now, he was thinking she was a little off in the head. “Silver or wooden stakes don’t really do a thing. Only silver does something after enough of it in my body, but it doesn’t kill me. Only slow me down until it is gone form my system.”

“I could go on, but it would be the same thing. I’m immune to it all.” he said, smiling.

"At least everything that's been tried. Getting 'caped might work, but since you've never had it happened you can't say." She commented, "So do you have anything else planned for the moment or would you like to ask me any questions?"

“I been shot many times.” said the Count, rolling his eyes. “I need to see a man about a horse. No, really, I need to go to my stables and make sure my horse are okay.” He started toward the door and stopped. “Stay in here and look around. You haven’t had enough time to touch everything. There should be a servant somewhere, if you want to go to your room.”

He turned at the door. “Thank you for the nice talk, L.” he said with a smile before walking through the door.

OOC: I’m going to do a time jump in the next post. I need to figure out what I’m going to pos tin Magic & Guns.

"Thanks for the talk as well, and later Wolfie." She replied with a wide smile for as much as he disliked it, she'd given him the nickname and it'd stick to her at least.

She then returned to examining the other armours, uniforms and sets of clothing.

ooc: Gotcha.

After L. was show to her room, the night took over and his guests slept in their beds. It was quiet night throughout the massive castle, but it would be quiet anywhere, if something happen on the other side of the castle. Morning came fast as there were knocks at each of their doors.

If they looked at the clocks, they would see that it was eight in the morning.

“The Count wants you to meet in the great entrance. So, please get dressed because he has something plan for today.” came a male voice from the other side of the two doors. The two ladies would know the voices as the Black Wolf soldiers that picked them up.

L. stumbled out of the room a few minutes later with her hair in disarray, a baggy black t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Looking at her prank victem she smiled and asked, "Is he looking for casual, informal or formal?"

Meanwhile Maria took close to twenty minutes before emerging, her hair neatly brushed, a soft white sweater and a pair of slacks on. "Hello again. Do you know what Jason has planned?"

Commander Maximus looked at L. and smiled. He sighed ‘Casual is okay, but nothing too crazy.’ He laughed. “You shouldn’t have tricked me like that.” he said.

“I don’t know, something about going to Rome.” said Captain Gabriel looking at Maria. He looked over at Commander Maximus and smiled.

"Then wait here a moment." She signed back as she re-entered her room to quickly comb her hair and change to a somewhat longer pair of shorts. Coming back out, she added, "Why shouldn't I have tricked you?"

When Maria emerged and the two girls saw each other, it would seem like for a second they were about to attempt to flay the other alive, before L. took Maximus' arm and commented, "Lets get going."

Meanwhile Maria had taken Gabriel's arm and followed however she was shooting daggers at the woman in front of her. It was quite obvious that they loathed each other.

“Because it was wrong as my brother is really deaf.” said the Commander. The two officers didn’t say anything else as they walked the two ladies to the great entrance. After the long walk form the rear of the castle, the four arrived at the great entrance.

The Count stood his back to them. He was wearing the white version of all black cowboy look. He was carrying both White Angel, the white hilted Katana on his back, and Blue Angel at his side.

He spun around and tipped his white cowboy hat to them.

“Ladies, have y’all met each other?” he asked with a smile.

"Then if I offended, I apologise." L. replied, her comment provoking a snort of derision from Maria.

When they got to the Count, L. was about to reply to his question when Maria beat her to it. "Yes, we have. I would strongly recommend that you throw her out of here." She added with a strong note of derision.

"I fully agree, Maria has no buisness being her. She'll just bring you problems." L. said as she glared at Maria and was glared at back.

“Ladies, ladies, ladies remember where you two are at.” said the Count in a serious tone. The two Black Wolf officers stepped to the side and keep their mouth closed. “I could kick both of you out for acting like that. Maybe both of you are not the Eighth.”

“Are you to going to play nice?” he asked.

Both ladies continued to glare at each other, not even sparing Jason a glance until L. spoke, "Truce?"

"Fine. Truce."

They then looked at Jason and L. commented, "I'm sorry our dislike of each other was expressed at this time and place."

"Likewise."

“So…before we head off to the airbase and fly to Rome, I want to know what is up between you two.” said the Count, he crossed his arms and stared at them. “We aren’t moving until you tell me everything.”

"Everything? Not till, and if, we're married." Maria replied

L. however decided to elaborate slightly from her end. "It's a personal, familial, and social dislike, on a rather focused level."

“Ah…lovely.” said the Count, turning towards the door. He pushed both sides of the door open and the light entered the room. “Follow me.” He started down the stairs to a waiting black limo, the Commander and the Captain holding the castle‘s front door open.

They followed the count, but kept him between them. A truce they might have but it was new, untested and hostility was still quite recent.

"So, Jason, where are we headed?" L. asked.

With the ladies in the limo, the driver started the long beast up and started down the driveway. A few black hummers followed the limo as the black car turned on the main road.

“Rome, Italy. Coordinates: 41°54'N, 12°30'E.” said Jason in a smart ass way. “Don’t you remember what we talked about yesterday?”

"Ah, didn't know it was in Rome and didn't realize you meant that stadium." L. replied as she snuck out her tongue at Jason for his smart-assed attitude. She enjoyed Jason's presence, but didn't enjoy the fact that her enemy was present as well.

“There isn’t another place called by that name.” said the Count, smiling. He relaxed in his chair. “I’m loving this for some reason.” The limo moved down the road towards he airbase, where a waiting jet was at. The same one used to bring Maria to the United Dominion.

“Maria, we're going to watch people fight each other, if you want to know. I have a feeling the dream lady will not show her face until a couple of days pass.” he said. "So, I've had to find things to do."

"Ritual, formal or street?" Maria asked an expression of interest touching her face.

Had the two gotten a chance to get to know each other with the influences of growing up, they'd have become friends, but as it was it would take significant meddling to deal with the animosity and turn it into friendship.

“The Blood League, my dear. You’ll maybe like it.” said the Count as the convoy of cars turned into the airbase. “People whom want to fight, can fight in the Blood League.”

The limo stopped on the side of the jet and the back door open. “Ladies, let’s get this show on the road.” said the Count, getting off and heading towards the private jet.

"I'm afraid I've never heard of this Blood League." She replied as the car pulled upside the jet.

The two disembarked and followed Jason onto the plane, not without the occasional glare however.

“Well, it is a sport…” started the Count as he took his seat of the jet. Placing his two swords in the seat next to him, he looked over at the two ladies. “L., please tell your rival or whatever she is about the Blood League.” He smiled as the crew made sure the plane was ready to enter the sky.

The Commander and the Captain got on, too. They moved to the seats close to the cockpit and hopped in them.

L. quickly told Maria the basics that she'd been told of the Blood League by the Count, but stripped to the bare-bones on details. However it might seem like something else was being mentioned at the same time thought it could have been only a trick of perception.

By the time L. was done, the jet was ready to enter the air. The plane moved onto the runways and started down it. They were in the air in a few minutes.

“So…have any of you been to Rome?” asked the Count as the plane moved into its path.

"Yes." Came the reply from both girls, in near unison. Sounding like an echo caused them to glare at each other for a second before Maria asked, "What do you like most about Rome?"

“The way it was in the old days, but it is a modern ages and the city had to be upgraded.” said the Count. He smiled. “You two should drop everything and become friends. Enemies aren’t the best thing to have. I have learned that through my life.”

"When are you talking about, the era of Rome, that after the fall of the western empire, the Papist State era?" Maria asked, then added in responce to Jason's comment, "Would you befriend one who's been responsible for the deaths of your family members?"

“Any era that wasn’t the modern era. But the era of “Rome was a good time.” said the Count, he looked over her and hoped that Maria was the Eighth. “Nope, I just try not to make that many enemies, but my anger doesn‘t aid me in doing that.” He catch what she said, but didn’t want to get anymore into it.

"It seems that you share something in common with me ... us." L. replied, adding the 'us' somewhat grudgingly. She could understand what Jason meant about making friends, but she still didn't have to like Maria and knew Maria didn't like her either.

“Does anybody want something to drink? Or breakfast?” he asked. “I could have it waiting for you two when we land in Rome. I do have that power because I‘m the Caesar and crazy rich.”

“Does anybody want something to drink? Or breakfast?” he asked. “I could have it waiting for you two when we land in Rome. I do have that power because I‘m the Caesar and crazy rich.”

"Pizza?" L. inquired as she tentitively looked at Maria. Getting a faint nod, she added back to JWolf, "With egg, bacon and ham."

He looked over at an aide, a young woman with medium brown hair in a dress suit. “Please take down a order for an egg, bacon and ham pizza for Lilli.” he said as she typed on her laptop. He looked over at Maria. “What about you?”

"We're sharing it." Maria replied and if, and more likely when, Jason looked over to comfirm he'd get L.'s nodded agreement. If he did turn to L. and had someone who happened to be watching, they'd see Maria mouth "Lilli?" at her rival.

“That’s nice.” the Count smiled and laughed. “The trip will be another two hours as we aren’t that far from Italy. So, anything you would like to ask me that you have already done?”

"Well, what are your other wives like?" L. asked as Maria followed it up with an inquiry about the Count's children. She was tempted to ask if he had any unofficial off-spring but decided to wait for at least a bit.

“Okay, that will make the time fly.” he said, leading forwards. He took his hat off and placed it next to him. “The first bride is Nefertiti. Yes, that is Egyptian ruler that you may of have read in history books. He replaced her with look-like. Anyways, she is has a brain for ruling things and all of the other brides treat her as the head of the family with me.”

He smiled. “Moving on to Marion Saint Clair, my second bride. She is a warrior at heart, but is good at leadership roles, too. If looks could kill, then there would be a lot of people dead.”

“My third bride, Katherine Darkholme, has rebel type behavior for someone born in 1919. I found, when she was twenty-one years old, in the middle of second year of Second World War in Germany. She is an American and I have not idea to this day why she was in Europe at early in the war.” said the Count, taking a breath. “She never told me, but I had taken to the Dominion for her safety.”

“Xing Cai, my fourth bride, is another warrior. She idolize an Asian fighter named Xing Cai, which is in her blood line. I think the fighter during a few of my stays in Asia.” said the Count.

“Arabelle Lehnsherr, my fifth bride, is a leader at heart and a pure animal in the heat of battle. When I met her, I found out that she had a healing factor, hyper-keen senses and retractable claws.” he started. “Found her in Berlin defending herself from some anti-mutant thugs.”

“My sixth bride, Dawn Summers, is a pure rebel and wild child. In some ways, she is a hippie like her parents.” he said and smiled at the last part. “But that doesn’t change the fact I still love her.”

“My last bride, the seventh bride, Cornelia Octavianus is a werewolf. What have seen about her, she is a fighter and smart thinker at the same time.” he said.

“Those seven aren’t the only woman have had loved , if you wanted to know. They are the only ones I could keep safe from my enemy. You know about the island my nation found, Kikko Island off of the western coast of Africa? It was named Kikko to honor one of those women.” he said.

“What next?” he asked with a smile.

Both L. and Maria listened with thoughtful expressions to Jason detailing a bit about his wives. When he finished, Maria asked again, "And your children?"

“Do I have to?” he asked with a smile. He pulled out two thump drives. “On these flash drives are short versions of the official bios on my children. It will be used in a book about the House of Wolf along. my brides and little old me.”

He handed them to the two ladies. “There are laptops under your seats. Turn them on and you don‘t need to log in.” he said.

OOC: I was working on a good post, but Word wasn’t nice. My post was murdered. I'm sad, now.

While Maria simply took the drive and plugged it into the computer and began reading it, L. commented, "An official bio doesn't tell the real story about them. Perhaps you could add a little tid-bit about each?"

She then plugged it into the second laptop and began looking it over.

“If you read them, you learn more about them over me saying it. I can only open my big mouth for a short time.” said the Count with a huge smile. He pushed an hidden panel with his right foot and out can a laptop for the floor. It was on its on tray and everything. There was a black game pad, which matched the laptop, resting to the side.

“I’m going to test out a new game about my pirate times.” he said, turning the laptop on. “A RPG type game called ‘The Pirate Lord of the Black Sea.’” He placed one ear bud in his right ear and started the game.

“I’m the CEO, so I like to test things out before they hit the market.” he adds, taking the pad in his hands.

"As long as you use it for a good reason." L. commented which got an almost chuckle out of Maria.

As Jason got his game out, Maria asked, in the tone of a student asking a teacher, "May I try it as well? I've finished the reading assignment." She happened to be speedy even for a speed reader.

“There is only one game.” he said, he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were on the screen.

"Ah, only one 'completed' version you mean, or the sole proto-type?" Maria asked

“The only one I have on me.” he said. “There is a copy of ‘The Man, The Myth, The Legend’. The one set during my time in the Ancient Roman Empire.” She would find a game pad under her seat, too. He looked over and smiled before going back to his game. The plane flew through the air and minutes counted away. They would be landing in Rome in forty-five minutes.

She took the gamepad and began trying the game. L. was however still reading the bios, or rather re-reading them.

After forty minutes, the co-pilot said over the radio inside the plane “We’re under five minutes away from Rome.”

The Count looked up and saved his game. He turned everything off and looked over at his quests. “Place the lap top back under your seat and you can leave the thumb drives in them.” he said. He pushed everything back in the floor and waited to land in Rome.

"As you wish Mine Capiten." L. commented with a smile as she shut off the laptop and returned it to its slot. "So did you do well in your game?"

Maria meanwhile simple shut off the game and placed the laptop away as well.

“Fun. I had to get use to the controls. I fell out the boat a few times.” said the Count with a smile. The plane flew towards Rome International, where transportation would be waiting for the Count and his guests. About five minutes later, the Lear Jet was starting to land after it was cleared to.

After the plane was on the ground and door was opened, the Count placed his Blue Angel and White Angel in their places. He looked over at the ladies as the two Black Wolf officers stepped off the plane.

“I hope you don’t hate cameras.” said Jason with a huge smile. He moved out of the plane and right as he was seen, there were chants of ‘Hail Caesar!’.

By the time they got off, they would see about thousand people of different race, creeds, sizes and shapes standing behind police line. They would see police officers standing front of their line. And cameras were being taken by people within the crowd.

Standing by a black limo, the Count looked over at the ladies. “You have a pizza waiting, you know. Come on ladies.” he said. He hopped in the limo, which had two police cars in the front and rear. Plus, six motorcycle cops were waiting.

With an identical tone of suspiciousness, both ladies asked, "Why?"

They found out very shortly as they disembarked to the almost machine-gun like bursts of flash bulbs.

As they followed him to the limo and Jason mentioned the pizza, L. nodded and asked, "Thanks. This happen often?" Meanwhile Maria had taken shelter within the vehicle.

The Count smiled before hopping into the back of limo as Commander Maximus and Captain Gabriel got in the back of a police car. The convoy started out of the airports as pictures were taken of the passing vehicles. As the convey exited the airport and enters the streets of Room, the Count smiles at his guest.

“It happens when I called ahead for it to happen.” he said laughed. “I was only showing off, but I like to get things quiet. That’s why I own all of that land in Romania, you know Greystone. Plus, it happens when the people hear I’m going to show up somewhere.”

He relaxed in his seat as the cars passed blocked off streets. “I’m a founding father of this nation, my people love me. That is even after I was a Nazi!” he said with a smile.

"You're very sneaky Jason." L. commented with a light smile. She didn't really care what rumours or shops came out of the pictures.

"Any other surprises like that?" Maria asked with a faint frown. She'd never liked the concept, or especially the reality, of tabloid pseudo-media.

“Nope, I don’t have anymore surprises. I just wanted to show my people their next Countess.” said the Count. “It is one of you, but I don’t know as of now.”

After a drive through the city, the convoy of police cars and the limo arrived in the special underground parking lot of the Roman Coliseum. This special underground parking lot was for VIP guests like the Count and members of the United Senate. The special underground parking lot was protected by Roman Guards, mostly ex-military armed to the teeth with Timber Wolf Incorporated firearms. The Blood League was owned by Timber Wolf Incorporated and makes the Count lots of money from sales and other things.

After leaving the limo, the Count with the two ladies, Commander Maximus, and Captain Gabriel were escorted to the Caesar’s VIP Box, which looked like a small two bedroom apartment in size. There was a bar in one side and leather chair overlooking the arena. There were a number of flat screen TVs in the box. The box even had its private full bath from some weird reason.

On the bar was the pizza and glasses of cold grape juice and orange juice.

"You have a very nice VIP box." Maria commented as she looked about at the large and extravegent surroundings. "How often do you use it? And what do you do with it when you don't use it."

L. had headed to the pizza and took a slice as well as a glass of both juices and an empty glass. Mixing the two in an even ratio, she took a sip and a bite of pizza as she seated her self in what was almost certainly Jason's favoured chair.

“Well…” said the Count walking behind the bar and taking out a bottle of Blood Vodka. “I use this box as many times as I can. If I’m not here to use it, it is open of my family to use or really close friends.” He poured him a glass of his favorite blood alcohol.

L., which wasn’t in the Count’s seat, would see people moving to their seats as the arena had workers making sure the sand was good and perfect order.

"So do you ever hold contests to let people use your box, or share it with you?" She asked as she watched him pour out his beverage while taking a glass of orange juice.

“Nope, but there our for the other boxes. They are on a lower level then this one.” he took his glass and moved to the seats. But he didn’t place his butt in one of the chair, he stood there lending on the rail. He looked out at the people getting in their seats.

He took a drink and looked at his watch. “We have turned this into a modern stadium for the Blood League. There is A/C, bathrooms and everything you would want. We turned a set of ruins into something great.” he said to nobody really.

“The outside and some of the inside look the same, but this isn’t the Coliseum you see in the history book.” he said. He looked across and lifted his glass to the Chairman of the United Senate, Lord Bennet du Paris (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Lord%20Paris.JPG), and his wife, Lady Emma Grace Frost-Paris (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Lady%20Frost.JPG), the Secretary of Education, in their private box. Both of them were dressed like this was ball or something.

“The Blood League does a few things for my people. Give them something to spend money on and allows our soldiers to keep their unarmed combat abilities from rusty up on them.” he said, looking at the two ladies. “There are other things, but the show is about to start.”

Right as he said that, music started to play through the Coliseum’s speakers. It was ’Voodoo’ by Godsmack and from the center of the sand area opened for a platform to raise up. On the center was a man in what could be called a ringmaster suit with a top hat and all. It was maroon in color.

“Welcome to the Blood League!” he said through his microphone. He spun around with his arms in the air, his palms towards the sky. The crowd cheered for this ringmaster person. He stopped and looked up at the Count’s box. “It is honor for our Caesar to come to this show. May his Lord get what he wants form coming to this show.”

The ringmaster bowed towards the Count as the chants of ’Hail Caesar!’ filled the Roman Coliseum. The Count smiled.

The ringmaster quieted the crowd as the music started to die down. “This is be a fun day for those watching and those fighting. We have some good fights during this show. Are you ready?” The crowd rocked the house again with their cheers and calling for it to start.

“Let’s do this!” said the ringmaster as his platform was lowered. Then out of large gates came two figures, looking across at each other. One was the almost eight foot tall mutant, Trevor (http://img210.echo.cx/img210/1180/trevor6lb.jpg), and the other was the six foot eight tall mutant, Reaper (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Reaper.jpg).

“This will be good. Two of my best. Allies and rivals at the same time.” said the Count, watching the arena.

Trevor popped his claws out and charged Reaper, whom unleashed three gold claws from each of his hands. These gold claws were as lone as his forearms. The two charged each other, but designed for war. This was a good fight to start with.

"Then they should be quite skilled." Maria commented as she watched.

In a slightly bored tone as the introductions, while fanciful were not particularly interesting, "It'd better be. Have you ever fought either or both?" L. asked as she watched the match as well.

The Count could her the bored tone in L. voice, but he pushed to the side of his mind. He watched his men jump at each other like wild cats, Reaper driving his claws into Trevor’s sides as the beast grabbed Reaper by the arms. Blood ran from the wounds as two clawed at each other. Animal verses animal.

“There was a time where mutants faced each other with being in an arena. Some side with me under my cause of peace between human and mutants. Others sided with those whom wanted mutants to become the superior race within the Dominion.” said the Count, taking a drink. Reaper was just thrown almost to the gate he came through by Trevor. As Reaper hit the ground, Trevor roared as the crowd cheered. “Trevor was one of those against me. So, we have fought and I was a second late in beheading him. After the death of the other side’s leader, there was peace. Mutants shouldn’t be the superior race on Earth, even through it could be.”

“Reaper is an ex-Dominion soldier. I help train him, so we have fought too. Have you heard of the nation Jagada, both Old Jagada and Neo Jagada?” asked the Count, taking another drink. Reaper charged against and leaped over the taller mutant. As he flew over Trevor, he grabbed his hair and forced the tall one down hard. “Reaper was in Old Jagada, he even went MIA there with his partner. He resurfaced in Jenrak during a civil war on the side of my grandson, whom was ten or twelve years old during that time. You don’t know of him, his name is Saerus Darkholme-Annirak.”

Reaper looked down at Trevor and smiled. The fun part was coming, the mutant fights don’t stay one on one that long. A fireball come out of nowhere and hit Reaper in the middle of his chest. It sending him flying backwards as the roof started to close. Trevor hoped up and got hit, too.

As both of them laid on their back in the sands, the crowd started to chant something. ‘Khaldun!’, ‘Khaldun!’. It filled the Coliseum over and over.

As the roof shut and the lights focused in the Coliseum, Crown Prince Khaldun (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Khaldun.JPG), stepped through the massive wooden gates. He was wearing his armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/KsArmor.jpg) without his helmet, both hands on fire. A smile on his lips, the crowd continued to chant his name.

Both Trevor and Reaper stood up, there were burned holes in their shirts. They looked over at Khaldun and shook there heads. It was Mexican showdown between mutants.

“Lovely, the Grand Marshall wants to play.” said the ringmaster from his podium.

Maria watched without saying anything, listening to JWolf's exposition.

L. however was watching avidly, cheering the hits both fairly done and underhanded. She had only a half-ear on what Jason was saying, but did say when he mentioned Annirak, "He's your grandson? Wierd."

He hands her a picture (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/SaerusDarkholme-Annirak.jpg) of Saerus Darkholme-Annirak. “That's my grandson.” started the Count. “His mother, Selene, is my daughter and his father, Saerus Annirak, is my son-in-law.”

Meanwhile, Khaldun unleashed two basket ball sized fireballs at both of the mutants in front of him. Both Reaper and Trevor dodged the fireballs by spinning to the side. The fireballs missed their targeted and impacted into the wall behind.

"That explains it then. I know of your son-in-law, not your grandson." She replied after examining the picture for a moment. "Do the crowds ever get involved, or are there protective measures to keep things like that in like at a hockey arena?"

“Nope, but the crowd doesn’t get involved.” said the Count, watching the fight.

Both Reaper and Trevor charged towards the fiery Grand Marshall as he unleashed more fireballs. The two only dodged them as they charged. It didn’t looked good for the Count’s son. And it wasn’t going to be good.

Right as Khaldun was going to unleashed point blank attack, Reaper lands perfect drop kick on Khaldun’s face, which send him falling on his back. As he tried to get up, Trevor grabbed him by the legs and started spinning around.

He let go and the Grand Marshall exited through the same gate he entered, but the funny thing is Reaper showed that they were still rivals and launched his claws into Trevor.

“See, both rivals and allies. I think my son was trying to end their fight.” said the Count with a smile.

"They fight dirty." Maria commented as she watched Reaper backstab, literally, Trevor.

"No, they just fight." L. retorted with a smile at the sight of the one being beaten on by the other.

“No, he doesn’t fight dirty. In the heat of battle, you use anything to win.” said the Count, watching his two best bodyguards fight each other. He watched as both of them ripped flesh of each other with their claws. Blood poured out of their wounds and hit the sand below. As they fought, their healing factors went into high drive as their heartbeats grew faster. Two beasts faced off against each other like they were trying to become the alpha male.

“Ladies, I have a question. What do you think of Dominionites that cheer on this madness?” asked the Count, still watching the fight.

"If you fighting to survive then yes, otherwise there are just some tactics that aren't kosher." Maria replied as she continued to watch the savagery. "That they have a trace of blood-savagery about them."

L. was engrossed in the bloody contest between the two warriors for they fought in a manner that forever removed them from the class of soldier. "It makes me wonder if I'm related to anyone in the stands, those two as well for that matter. It's almost like a family reunion, especially with my brothers arguing over who gets the last turkey leg."

[OOC: Somehow I forgot about this thread.]

“I have a feeling that everybody enters a fight to survive.” said the Count, whom moved towards the bar to refill his drink. “Or that is what I do.” He smiled as he poured his drink.

Meanwhile, the fight within the sandy ground was still underway with both sides not slowing down. The time clicked by every second, which in turned to every minute as the two beast fought. Their wild sides coming out in each others as blood hit the sand. It has been twenty minutes already and that was jus the start of it. Would they kill each other?

The Count, along with the crowd and his two guests, walked the two mutants lock horns in their fight. Five minutes moved by fast. Another five and another five more, but the two men didn’t show any slowing down. Over maybe an hour has passed and the two swung their right fists at each other jaws.

They both hit their targets, each other’s jaw, and the two fighters were knocked out at the same time. The sound of their fists hitting echoed through out the coliseum.

“Now that’s a weird way to end a fight. “ said the Ringmaster with a small laugh. “Clear the field, men.”

Men in red jumpsuits moved out to clear up the arena. The two fighters would be taken off to allow their wounds to heal.

"Well there are those who fight for sport or accolades rather than survival." Maria replied as she likewise got up to refresh her beverage.

"A dual knock-out, interesting." L. added to the ringmaster's commentary. "They both have quite a bit of stamina."

“Yes, they do have a lot of stamina.” said the Count, watching hiss warriors being taken from the blood soaked sandy arena. “Allow me to tell you about those two beasts. Listen carefully, ladies.” said the Count, spinning to face both of them.

“About Trevor, he has superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and reflexes. Like you saw, his durability is unworldly like most thing you have seen during your stay in my nation.” he said, a small smile formed. “And there is his hyper keen senses. Those make him a perfect tracker or scout for enemy soldiers.”

“Reaper on the hand doesn’t have superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and reflexes, but his are more enhanced over a normal human. And like Trevor, he has hyper keen senses.” said the count, taking a drink from his Blood Vodka. ”Add in their healing factors, you’ll see why I call them my best.”

“Mutants could rule the world, if they wanted to. Add in the vampires and werewolves, the United Dominion should be the sole ruler of Earth as we’re not some weak beings.” he said with an impish grin. “The United Dominion, home to the things that go bump in the night.”

"Perhaps, but only the world that feared and cowered from what went bump in the night instead of looking for it, as we did with you Wolfie." L. replied with a wicked little half-grin.

Maria meanwhile asked, "If you did seek the world, all you'd be doing was cementing hates, fears and engendering both genocide and massacre. That and the world's a big place, even for non-human armies."

“Lilli, Maria, maybe you two aren’t in my head and I hope you two aren’t as there are some things…um…that y’all don’t really need to see.” started the Count, waiting for the next fight to start. He smiled after thinking about what he just said. “I’m more thinking about secret war to control the world. Even I know that the United Dominion would be killed with or without the support of the non-human and strange forces.”

“It would still be a cool thing, if I was in chare of the whole world.” he adds, spinning back towards the arena.

The ringmaster was standing in the center, his eyes moving back to both of the gates into the arena. He smiled as to figure exited the gates in black cloaks.

”Boys and girls, this will be a wonderful day for the Blood League.” he said, the smile still on his mouth. “For the first time ever, two beings will face off against each other to a leadership role. These beings aren’t mutants, or vampires, or even human. You all will see two werewolves facing off against each other in a Blood League arena, which like I said is the first time ever.”

“Now…this pale white boy is getting the fuck out of here before the fur starts to fly.” said the ringmaster as he lowered out of the arena.

The Count was a little shocked at what the ringmaster said. “Didn’t know about this.” he said out loud.

The crowd only cheered as the cloaked figure, but under the deafen chanting, there was the sounds of bones breaking and reforming as the two werewolves changed. The cloaks didn’t hide the changing, but they did hide the nude bodies of the werewolves in their human forms.

As the cloaked figure lowered to almost a position of an animal, the cloaks flew back as the werewolves shot out towards each other. One was a black furred humanoid wolf, which had hints of some gray hairs, and the other was a brown furred humanoid wolf. Both were huge in size and really fast looking.

The brown leaped as he neared the black one and the fur started to fly.

"Would you be so very disquieted if we were?" Maria asked as she seemed to share something of a smile with L. "Why, you'd either have the great-granddaddy of all headaches, or the largest bureacracy in history."

"If it's the first time, then it should be interesting to watch, lets see how well they do." L. commented as she watched the two wolves try to disembowl each other.

“I would hope for it being the largest bureaucracy in history over the great-granddaddy of all headaches.” said the Count, a smile formed across his lips. His eyes focused onto the two werewolves, his nose picking up something, which made him thinking about that smell. It had to do with something in his past. “If you have researched the history of my nation over only looking up little old me, you should know that we could have gained control of all Europe.”

The beasts locked claws with each other, attacking each other. Both landing some good hits, which drew blood in some hits. These two were in the mood to kill each other for a leadership role.

The sound of the door was quiet unless you were a vampire or had super ears. Slowly the Crown Prince stepped into the VIP box. With the women looking at the fight, Khaldun hadn’t been see by anybody.

“Ah…the first born comes to see his papa.” said the Count a smile, to turning to face his son at the door. The ladies would know now.

“Yes, but I have news for you. Good news.” said the Crown Prince, whom was wearing a black high dollar suit and had his long hair tied into a ponytail. But something didn’t fit with his suit, two bracelets around each of his wrist, which had a circle that bared the symbol that is on his armor. “The vampire hunter, ash, had been captured in a way.”

“How is that, my dear son?” asked the Count, not even looking at the fight anymore. He did hear the noise from it though.

“Well, he showed up here and we placed him in one of the animal cells.” said Khaldun with a smile. “He showed up to have a duel with you.”

“Strange, but he is the ’top’ hunter within the United Dominion.” said the Count. “If I take him out, the vampire hunter will been no more as without Ash’s leadership, a civil war with start within their ranks.”

“I’ll think about it.” he adds before remembering whom was in the Ceaser’s Box. “Ah…sorry about that, son met Maria and Lilli. Ladies, met my son, Crown Prince Khaldun.”

The Crown Prince bowed to the lands before heading towards the bar. “So, father, how do you like that fight out there?” asked the Egyptian warrior.

“Strange and questioning why they would do a leadership fight here.” said the Count. “Whom are those two?”

Before Khaldun could answer, an female’s voice was heard with the answer. “It’s funny that you couldn’t see that your own brother-in-law in is in a fight.” said the female’s voice, which turned out to be the voice of the twenty-three old, Countess Cornelia Octavianus (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/CountessCorneliaOctavianus.jpg). She was wearing a light green dress, which had a cut on the right side that went form bottom to half way to the hip and the knee.

The Count spun back and looked at the two werewolves. “Ivan?” he said lowly. He had some past with Ivan before, even wounding Ivan with his sliver bladed sword, which has done damage to the werewolf. There is a scar on the back of his right knee, which makes me walk with a limp in human form. “It can’t be.”

Cornelia smiled at the two ladies before moving to her husband's side. "I would join in on the fight, but..." she started.

"Your clan was disown you for your actions.” said the Count. “If I joined in, the blood feud would start over. If Ivan dies in this fight, you’ll be placed as the heir of the Octavianus clan.”

“Correct.” said Cornelia with a sigh. Those two were now focused with the fighting as whatever the outcome was, it was going to change a part of the Octavianus clan.

At the bar, the Crown Prince was mixing him a drink for himself. “Ladies, those two will not being with us until the fight is over. I know why you’re here to see if one of you is the Eighth.” he started, taking a pause to pour his drink into a glass of ice. “Would any of you like a drink? Or learn more about me?”

"A number of countries could have or have done that over the years." L. commented absently as she watched the wolves tear at each other.

Maria had thought she'd heard something, but had put it down to L.'s 'bloodlust' giving off the wrong sensations, however it turned out that her ears hadn't been playing tricks on her as Jason introduced one of his children. She turned to face Khaldun while L. simply gave a half-assed wave from her seat as she continued to watch the werewolves tear strips from each others hide.

"A blackjack please." L. called out from her seat while Maria looked at the prince and asked, "So tell me about yourself."

Khaldun smiled and started making a blackjack. A strange drink to him, but he didn’t know this lady. He pulled out a small highball glass with a few ice cubes in it and placed it on the bar. He poured 3/4 oz of brandy then poured 3/4 oz Kirschwasser cherry brandy. Followed by a cup cold coffee and one tsp of sugar.

Taking the blackjack in his free hand, the Crown Prince moved over to the ladies. “Here you go, miss.” he said nicely as he hands the drink to L. “About myself, where would you like me to start? I don’t think you have enough time to listen to everything.”

He told a seat near them and took a drink of his Four Horsemen, which had 3/4 oz of Jose Cuervo Especial gold tequila, 3/4 oz of Jagermeister herbal liqueur, 3/4 oz of Rumple Minze peppermint liqueur and 3/4 oz of Bacardi 151 rum.

She took the drink as she turned and gave Khaldun a bit of a smile at his making of her drink. Taking a sip, she raised an eyebrow and commented, "You make a very odd blackjack. Never had one with coffee and sugar before. It's odd, but not bad."

"Well what do you like, what do you think of your step-mothers and possible future step-mother, and what do you do for a living, beside being a prince?" Maria asked as she grinned as she saw that L. made a bit of a face at the drink's taste.

About the blackjack being strange, the only thing the Crown Prince had to say was. “That’s what I know as a blackjack, Miss Lilli.”

“On what I like…I lived a long time as I think both of you know, so through the ages I have liked many things. I was born into a world of wealth, so I never had live a hard life unless you don’t count having to watch out for hunters being a part of a hard life.” started the Crown Prince. “And there are many thing that I have like, but it would be hard to pin point what you want to hear.”

“About my step-mothers, which they aren’t called that by me or my brothers and sisters, well I respect them as much I do with my mother. I’m fine with them.” he said about his father’s other brides.

“What I do for a living? Maybe you can count being the Grand Marshall of the United Dominion Armed Forces as a job.” he said with a smile. “I am paid for it.”

"What kind of music, books, physical activities, and past times do you like?" She enquired as she was paying more attention to Khaldun than to the fight, "And what do you call them, mother?"

“I like any type of music for the first time. I’m mostly like heavy metal as it works well with my sword training.” started Khaldun, taking a drink before moving on. “I’m not a big reader unless it’s books about war. Books about tactics, strategies on the battlefield. I have read ‘The Art of War’ by Sun Tzu every year starting when I was eighteen.”

“I’m game with any type of physical activities that use my abilities in it. Mostly I’m having a duel with somebody on my off time.” said the Crown Prince, taking another drink. “Past times that I like. Well, you’re looking an heir of forgotten throne. Even through my father isn’t an Egyptian, my mother was the Egyptian Queen until my father had her replaced with a copy. So, I’m a big fan of the era I grew up in.”

“I don’t call them mother as I’m three thousand years older then them. Only person I call mother is Nefertiti as she gain me life.” said Khaldun. “When I address them, I’ll say Lady Darkholme or Lady Cai or Lady Octavianus. That’s what my brother, Jibade, and sister, Lotus, call them, too. It shows them respect.”

"That's it in terms of literature, nothing for the sake of entertainment?" Maria asked, "And the Egyptians aren't a monarchy anymore so while you may've been a prince of Egypt, you are one no longer. And I take it that is what you call all you step-mothers. So what do your step siblings call you or your mother?"

“Reading books isn’t a sort of entertainment from me. If it doesn’t have anything to do in helping me, I’ll not read it. Like I said ‘I’m not a big reader.’” said the Crown Prince, take a sip of his drink.

“Now, here in lies the problem with what you said about the Egyptians aren't a monarchy anymore, you are correct about that in some ways. In many cases throughout the history of this world, thrones that were thought to be long lost in the times have been claimed by people in the bloodline of former throne holders.” started Khaldun. “I know of a few cases of that happening, one is right here in the United Dominion. Even thought my father isn’t part of Jedah‘s bloodline, he had the best wishes of a person in Jedah’s bloodline in taking the throne for the greater good of the United Dominion. The rightful heir to the throne of the United Dominion is currently in this building.” He looked over at Lord Paris then back at her. “King Gorax the Apocalyptic was also known as King Gorax du Paris. His first born son was part of the Council of Twelve, which took Gorax from power after ten years of bloodshed.”

He paused and finished his drink off. “Another case is the current monarchy of Clandonia did the same thing. As their homeland was raped, this king starts new land in Haven. There are many other cases, too.” he said. “But I don’t want to make you bored.”

“I could do the same thing and become the Egyptian Pharaoh in these modern ages as they are many whom wish to see ancient Egypt comes back.” he adds before looking at the werewolves killing each other for some leadership role.

Looking back at her, he moves on to other thing she said. “They aren’t step mothers as my father never divorced my mother. I don’t know what you would call them, but I know my father has been called a polygyny for it.” he said. “They call me by my name or brother. They’re half siblings as we all have the same father. And the others have different ways in address the other brides of my father.”

"So are you married, and if so, plan to try and surpass your father?" L. commented as she watched the fight.

"What are your immediate siblings like?" Maria added, giving a faint look of disgust at L. for her comments.

“I was married twice, both were killed by hunters. My son, Anubis, killed the last of the hunter clan that killed his mother.” said the Crown Prince without a hint of sadness in his voice. He was sad, but he would show it as sadness is a weakness in his eyes. “I was few minutes late to save my second bride. And no, I wouldn’t surpass my father in the number of brides.”

He would have moved on, but the fight was nearing the end. The Count and Cornelia could sense it, too. The black werewolf grabbed the brown one back the back of the head and twisted harder to the right. A sickness cracking noise was heard over the cheering. The brown werewolf was limp, showing no sign of life.

“Whom did Ivan just killed?” asked the Count with a smile.

“Some new wolf…um…I think he was turned by another young member. I think his name was James Fox or something like that“ said Cornelia, rolling her eyes.

“Ah…” he said before kissing her. He looked up and over at Khaldun, “My son, I’m ready to deliver a major blow to our enemy. It will be the last fight of this event.” he said, an evil smile formed across his lips.

He looked over at his two guests and said “Cornelia will stay here, so you ladies can talk with her. I’ll be back after Ash’s blood is mixed with the sand.” He smiled and tipped his head to them before heading out of the Caesar’s Box. Khaldun following behind his father as the brown werewolf‘s body was taken from the arena.

"Do you have children, beside the son you already mentioned?" Maria asked, with a bit of sympathy for the fact that he'd lost people he'd loved.

"Now we get to see how the good Wolfie fights." L. commented, thick anticipation in her voice. "Who's this Ash person thought?" She added directing the question to either of the two members of the Count's family.

Seeing at Khaldun wasn’t there, the seventh had to step in and talk with the ladies. Taking an open seat, she greeted the two.

“To answer the first question, Khaldun only has one children sired form his blood. And he had turned many humans into vampires.” she said. “About Ash, well nobody knows his last name, but he is the current leader of the largest vampire hunter groups. Without the support the werewolves were giving them, the vampire hunters are fighting a loosing battle.”

“Jason has even offer an end to the fight, but those vampire hunters are hard headed. They could have along and happy life, but no they want to fight for some reason.” she adds with a smile.

Meanwhile most people were taking the break between fight to head off to the restroom or to get something to eat. And the break also gave the Count to change into another uniform.

"Wonder if it'll be a 'fair' fight or a fair fight and if so, and this Ash is the best, maybe Wolfie will have a difficult time of it. Either way I hope he makes it an interesting fight." L. commented then turned to look at the Countess, "What's his sense of irony like, Jason not Ash I mean?"

Maria had meanwhile, after hearing about Khaldun headed to the bathroom between bouts.

”Well…it will be a fair fight between a master level human swordsman and an ancient vampire.” she smiled and rolled her eyes at the name ‘Wolfie’. She lends forwards and watched the people heading back o their seats. “You see, we’re thinking this is trap from the vampire hunters to kill Jason in his own building.”

She smiled again as the dark red shirt and black pants of the Roman Guards began to double their numbers in the stands. In less then five minutes, the number of Roman Guards had turned from fifty into two hundred. There was now four times the number of security in the stands. Bu there weren’t the only ones, Reaper and Trevor was in the stands in the uniforms of Roman Guards, along with other Blood League fighters.

Even Khaldun was standing on the edge of the arena, his head to his feet covered in his armor. His cape flying in the air, but there wasn’t any wind in the Collusion. Around him were six Roman Guards.

It was time for the fight to start and the Ringmaster began to talk into his microphone. “This last fight is a good one, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. We get to see our Caesar in a fight against an enemy that had tried kill him many times, even if this man ordered others to do his dirty work.” said the ringmaster with a laugh at the end. “Welcome the vampire hunter Ash to the Blood League, people.”

A lone man walked out onto the sandy floor of the arena. His hair was long and blonde, but his face badly scarred. He wore a dark red duster over a white shirt and black pants, on his back was a large sheath for the sliver bladed claymore in his hands.

The stands filled with boos all pointed at Ash.

“Ah…this is going to be good.” said Cornelia, out loud.

"So, not really a fair fight at all, unless Jason's taking a handicap." Maria commented as in general, in an average situation, a vampire held much of the power.

"Your thinking someone might be setting up to send a couple bullets or bombs into the good Count, any precautions beside the reinforced guards?" L. asked for a lack of something like a couple sniffer dogs at the gates might well mean that gunpowder or explosives were snuck in to do away with JWolf. "Did he get to choose his weapons or just what he had on when he surrendered?"

[OOC: Sorry for not posting sooner, but the 4th took up my time and I’ve been using my time getting ready for Monday. I start a class for Summer II.]

“If this was an average situation, Jason would be facing a average human. Ash is a master leveled swordsmen, which means he is way above an average human. It takes a lot of strength and speed to use a sword like Ash’s.” said the werewolf bride of the Count. She smiled, trying to not made to too large and showing her sharpen teeth off. “Knowing my dear husband, he’ll play with Ash through this fight.”

Looking at L., Cornelia sighed and said “No firearm or explosive is allowed through the doors of this stadium or any of the Blood League’s other stadiums. I know you only enter through the VIP garage, but even the garage has the same system as the other entrances have.” She paused as something caught her eye about half way between the middle of the arena and other gate on the opposite side of Ash. “The reason for the reinforced guards, along with some of the Blood Leaguers, is that there could be vampire hunters in the stands playing a waiting game for launch an attack with their bare hands. The vampire hunters are a little strange.”

Raising for the arena floor was the Count, but wasn’t wearing his white cowboy suit anymore. He was more dark, more medieval in the way he was dressed. The godly form that arrived early was now gone of the look in his eyes and on his face.

The Count was in a mix of black leather and metal as he stood in the arena staring at Ash. His black leather pants matched the black sleeveless leather vest, which was only buttoned with the bottom two gold buttons. From the shoulders of the sleeveless vest to the end of a pair of gauntlets, which was linked with gold chain mail, only made the medieval look come out in the Count’s strange new uniform. The gauntlets added the darkness into the uniform as they had the color of a dark gray, had small hook like parts on the arm and fingers of them, and had clawed finger tips. His black leather boots even had the same color metal on the tip.

The Count smiled as stared at Ash, the crowd grew nuts at the sight of the Count, which would deafen what Jason said at Ash.

“I thought it would be nice to wear these again.” said Jason coldly as he held his hand to his side. Those gauntlets caused the scaring on Ash’s face after the Count and Ash had their first run in. Ash placed his sword in the ground and took a knee. He wasn’t bowing to the Count, he was praying to God. Asking for the guiding hand of God to be at his side as he fights to destroy the evil sprit in front of him. “Ash, you know he isn’t going to help you. He loves me too much.” Jason laughed as Ash rose to his feet.

“This is the day that your days on this world will be over.” said Ash, his voice calm. “I’ll take your evil sprit and send it to Hell!” Raising his sword above him, the vampire hunter charged as Jason, whom only stood there with his hands to the side. The battle of somebody’s life had started and only one would survive to see the outcome.

"And if he can play, then its not so much a fair fight." Maria replied as she looked out to watch Jason.

"If it were I out to get Wolfie, and I knew the defences against firearms or explosives put in place, I'd be going after him with crossbows. A couple people smuggle seperate parts in, they're assembled in a bathroom or somewhere out of the way and during the fight pump Jason full of wooden bolts laced with a variety of poisons." L. commented and if one were perceptive it might sound as if she were speaking from having done something like that before.

“Get into Jason’s shoes and see from his eyes. Ash is the leader of a group that hunters his kind and he has already gain the boy his life back once. Scarred his face, but he was still breathing. Now, I don’t think he’ll survive.” said Cornelia, ignore what L. even said. Nothing could get in without the Roman Guards knowing it unless it come from one of the guard.

Nearing striking range, Ash swings downward at Jason and sand kicks into the air as he slows himself to a full stop. Without missing a heartbeat, Jason reacts by bring his left hand into the air on the right side of his body. Using some force, the Count backhands the sword with the back of the gauntlet and sends the sword crashing into the ground. As the sword hit the ground, the crowd started getting louder.

Jason spun and delivered a well placed kick in Ash’s chest. The vampire hunter couldn’t stop himself and slide back, but he didn’t fall on his butt though. Holding his sword at his side, Ash smiled.

“What the Fuck at you smiling at me for?” asked Jason, dropping down in a more attack position then defensive. His legs slightly bend, his back somewhat arched, his arms bend with his hands at each side. The Count laughed, “You want to die, right? WHY? Do you have AIDS?“

With a laugh from both men, the vampire and the hunter charge at each other. Ash still had his sword at the side as they neared each other. Swing from the sword’s low position, Ash launched an attack by bring the sword upwards. Jason dodged it, but it was close as the blade was only a millimeters from his face. Throwing a punched with his left hand, Jason tuned in no ash’s heart.

Using the swordsmen’s training and seeing it coming, Ash dodged the punched and come with an attack on his on. Bring his sword back downwards, he nearly takes the Count’s head out again. Punch, swing, punch, swing, the vampire and the hunter fought for their lives.

Then it happened, first blood was taken from one of them. The bad thing, it was the Count whom was bleeding. Catching the blade a few second late, the Count got a cut from the bottom of his right eye to the his mouth. Smiling wildly, the Count pulled Ash closer as he had a death grip on the sword. Letting go, he placed a few good hits on Ash‘s face and chest, which knocked him back and even made him roll.

On his knees, even though his face was bleeding, but Ash was still smiling. He was in pain, but the Count couldn’t figure out why Ash was smiling.

The two watched the match for it seemed that Ash had a bit of an insanity thing going on, that or a serious edge that he was keeping under his hat. "Wonder what Ash's up to that he's smiling like a lunatic." Maria commented as she gasped when Jason got slashed.

“Maybe he is a nut job.” said Cornelia to Maria, but didn’t take her eyes off of the fight.

Far from the Caesar’s Box, Jason started towards his prey again as Ash slowly got to his feet. But Ash would even make it to his feet. The Count delivered a nasty looking punch into Ash’s right side, followed by a cruelly placed right knee in the head. The last hit made Ash’s head go flying backwards, which caused a long stream of blood flying in the air.

For those watching at home, the view of the knee hitting and the outcome was played a few more times as the rest of the fight moved on.

Coldly, the Count moved to the bloodied body of Ash and lifted him up to deliver more pain into the vampire hunter. After standing him up, the Count smiled and readied himself to launch an attack, Ash acted first by swing his sword towards the Count. “Ah…there is still some fight in you.” said the Count as he blocked the first few swings before forcing the sword to the side, leaving Ash open for an attack. Without allowing the opening to be wasted, Jason executed a perfect roundhouse kick, which hit directly in the center of Ash’s chest.

As Ash was flying in the air from the kick, something strange happened to the Count. His back arched backwards, his head turned to the sky, his arms moved backwards like somebody hit him in the spine. Something happened, but nobody knew what it was. So, the crews were looking through out of the tapes to pin point what happened.

Jason took few steps towards Ash’s location before he fell right on his face. The cameras zoomed in on his body, but didn’t see anything out of place until a view of his left side was shown. Right under his left arm, a black handled throwing dagger was just hanging out there. Soon, as both fighters were on their face or backs, all Hell broke out as a lone man jumped into the arena. As this man flew through the air, he was changing from man into beast. His body started changing into an orange and black tiger, but as the front paws hit the ground, the mutant would make it to the fallen body of the Count. The tiger was hit by fireball after fireball until it stopped moving.

As the Count’s body was lifeless, another person jumped into the arena. The man’s feet hit the sandy floor and an arrow flew into his back from the small archways that circled the arena. The man dropped his knees as the tip of the arrow could be seen sticking out of his chest. Another arrow impacted the back of his head before he fell on his face.

A few more tried to launch an attack on the Count, but one was cut in half by Reaper and that attacker’s upper half lands in some person’s lap. Trevor grabbed one of them and rammed his head into the stone railing. Blood was everywhere as the vampire hunters were killed or taken as prisoner. One did escape into the arena and charged at the Count.

The Count opened his eyes and started to lift himself from the ground. At first, he was having trouble, which means that the blade was made of silver and maybe touching his heart. Finally, he pushed himself and saw an attacker charging him. Smiling, but he was holding the pain back form the blade, the Count grabbed the handle of the dagger and spun as he pulled it out. He let it fly as soon as it was out of his body and he locked onto his attacker.

The dagger lands right in the middle of the attacker’s eyes, but the Count fell to his knees because of the silver that was in his body. It didn’t kill him, it made him weaker. Worst when it hit’s the heart. Dropping to his knees, Jason’s back was to Ash, whom was raising to his feet. Walking with his blade at his side, the hunter moved towards the vampire with an evil look on his bloodily face.

The bad thing for Ash is that his shadow gave him away as Jason’s eyes looked down and to the left at the shadow behind him. He waited for the right time to act, which was coming soon. Stepping a few more steps, the beaten hunter moved his sword up in the air and swung down form the left.

The Count moved fast to spin around and jump out his feet. Ash’s hands hit Jason’s hip as the right hand of the Devil himself grabbed the throat of his enemy. The Count saw fear in Ash’s eye before it was on his face. He tighten his grip and the face of the vampire hunter started to show fear under the blood. As the air was taken from his body, the sword fell out of his hands.

The Count smiled and throw Ash maybe ten to fifteen feet across the arena. Ash’s body lands like rag doll, flipping and bouncing. It was a good sign for the outcome of the fight. It was over, Ash knew, Jason knew, most everybody there knew it. The trap failed and Ash was going to loss his life for it. Jason walked towards the fallen Ash , which as laying on his face. On the left side of Jason’s vest, the color was darker then the rest of the vest because of the blood.

Standing beside Ash, the Count looked down and bend down to grab Ash’s hair. Forcing on his knees and pulling his head back. “I hope this was what you want.” said the Count. He was standing at the side of Ash, but the hunter’s eyes were looking at the sky. Turning and bring his right arm back, the Count looked at his right hand before he sent it flying back towards Ash.

The metal gauntlet entered the chest of Ash like it was just butter and not bone. It was sickness looking at the gauntlet entered Ash’s body. Holding it in there for ten second, the Count pulled his hand back and left Ash on his knees, staring at the sky.

Blood dripped from his right hand as Jason walked off. The stand started chanting his name as he walked towards the gate to the underground area. He stopped and swung his right hand over his head, releasing the heart form his hand. He continued on as the heart lands in front of Ash.

Ash stared at the sky for the last breath as the Devil himself disappeared from the arena.

“That’s was nuts. Good thing we were smart and had more guards in the stands.” said Cornelia, wiping the sweat for her forehead.

"Good thing." L. agreed as Jason had come somewhat close to being turned inside out. "Will he need medical attention or will he heal up quick?"

Maria meanwhile was shaking her head and one would get the impression she disapproved of the Count's actions in his fight. Standing she headed for the bathroom.

Cornelia looked at Maria as she headed off to the bathroom. She rolled her eyes before looking back over at L. “The poor girl hasn’t seen a person have his heart ripped out. Jason has lived a weird and dangerous life. What he did out there was the only option.” she explained to L., not caring if she wanted to hear it. “Now to your question, that dagger was made of silver as it took him time to get up. So…it will take some time to heal unless he gets a fresh supply of blood.”

Meanwhile, the Count walked down along hallway deep under the coliseum with Reaper and Trevor at his back. He had other things to deal with before he changed and met with the ladies. What he caused in the sandy ground of the arena wasn’t good for him as he made a threat more crazier then Ash. Don’t kill the father unless you want to deal with a pissed off family.

Stopping in front of a door, which had a Roman Guard with a Metal Griffin assault rifle on each side. The door was open, the room was like large shower was seen. The three mutants walked through to see four people, only three had their hands chain behind them. A older looking brown hair female, two light brown eighteen year old boys and a two year old boy.

“Reaper, please take the young boy out of the room, we could use him at a later date.” said the Count coldly, looking in the eyes of the eighteen year old boys. He stared at them, seeing the anger in their eyes, but they were gagged and no words could exit. By killing their father, he created two monsters as worst as himself.

Reaper let the young boy out of the room, leaving the ancient vampire and the hairy mutant in the room with three members of Ash’s family. The Count’s luck must be good as these three were in Rome at the right time for him and the really wrong time for them. There was no sound, but the nonsense from the mouths of Ash’s eldest boys. The Count smiled, undoing the gauntlet on his right hand and handing to Trevor. “I can’t believe what Ash did, not only had he caused the lost of his life…” said the Count, walking behind Trevor. He grab something from the giant’s back as he passed. Stepping on the other side, his right arm was behind his back. “He caused the deaths of his wife, his sons by his foolish actions.”

From behind his back, the Behemoth revolver (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Behemoth.jpg) show its green self as it rested in the right hand. He saw the fear in the eyes of the boys, the same look that he saw in their father’s eyes. Bad thing for them, that revolver would be unheard as how far the room is underground and all of the noise in the coliseum.

BANG! A lone .50 Action Express round exited the revolver only to impact the soft flest of one of the sons. The outcome wasn’t pretty as the size of the round and Jason was at close range. BANG! Another round placed tag with the other boy’s head thirty seconds later. In less then forty seconds, the Count had stopped two threats from attacking him or another vampire in the future.

Placing the revolver back and putting on his gauntlet, the Count looked at the remains of the two young men before looking at Ash’s wife. “I want to know everything she has to say about her late husband’s group.” he said, speaking to Trevor as tears formed in her eyes. “There are two more sons of Ash. Plus, his brothers are out there somewhere, too. I need to know where they are and kill him.”

He started towards the door, but stopped. “The age of hunter is coming to an end.” he said before exiting. She was now at the cruelty of Trevor, whom would do his job and get what information he could.

Twenty minutes or longer, the Count walked back into his box, along with the Grand Marshall and the Ringmaster. The Count was in the white version of his all black cowboy suit, but he didn’t show a weakness caused by the dagger. Before the ladies said anything, he took the ringmaster by the hands and pull him close to him. Jason locked lips of the Ringmaster…

For the first thirty seconds, it looked like the Count was kissing another man until the man started changing. The face started looking more like a female, along with the body as even the clothes tighten as the body moved into a female’s size. At the end, the Count was kissing a woman (http://img236.echo.cx/img236/3590/m2vd.jpg) in the Ringmaster’s cloth.

They both stopped and laughed before facing the ladies. “Ladies, met M.” said Jason as M slowly changed to her true form. Her skin changed to blue scales, her hair changed to red and even her eyes had changed into a yellow eyes. “She’s good to have for spy jobs.”

"Actually I think you may be wrong." L. commented, "As unless I miss my guess, she's most likely disgusted at Jason's 'soft-heartedness'. I'm more of the opinion that he took a few unnecessary risks but otherwise have no problems with his actions."

Both girls raised an eyebrow at the count kissing a man, a slightly amused smile joining it on the part of L. while a puzzled one graced Maria's countence.

"I can imagine. Hello there." L. commented as she offered her hand to Wolf's spymistress.

"Likewise." Maria added as she stared more at the count than at M.

“Ash wasn’t defenseless…” started Cornelia, making her voice loud enough for Maria to hear in the bathroom. “Ash was still a threat in that fight, so an action was taken. If you have life the life of a warrior, you’ll not feel concern for the welfare of someone unless they aren’t seen as a threat. A vampire hunter is a major threat to a vampire. Following me?”

“Jason only had a few options in dealing with Ash; use Ash’s sword to kill him, choke him to death, and ripping his heart out. Jason wouldn’t do option number one as he see that as disrespectful to kill somebody with their own weapon.” she paused take a breath. “Choking him to death would have been a long, painful death. Every second that passed, the clawed fingers would dip in deeper as the air was taken.”

“What Jason did was mostly painless as Ash wasn’t a alive when his heart was pulled out. I heard his fast heartbeat stop right after Jason’s hand entered.” she adds.

[OOC: You don’t have to role-play anymore at this timeframe anymore unless you want.]

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M took L.’s offered hand, shaking it with a smile. “Nice to meet you, too, Miss Lilli.” she said, her hand started changing as she released L‘s hand. In seconds, L. would be looking at her self. M smiled, “Before you ask me any question about my job, I work for the Count to do whatever he wishes. I was only standing in for the real Ringmaster, I think he is sick or something.” She looked at Maria and changed back to herself.

The Count looked quizzed at Maria. “What? Do I got something on my face? Is it a Zit?” he asked in joking tone.

Khaldun moved over to the bar and had a seat, watching his father talking with Maria. He had changed back into the suit he was wearing when he met the two ladies.

"I figured you'd do something sort of like." L. commented as she watched M. momentarily take her form before returning to her own.

"Just trying to decide something." She replied, "So what kind of plans do you have now?"

“It’s close to…” said Jason, looking down at his watch. ”Dinner and I bet you two are hungry.” He smiled and lends on the bar. “I could close the Playhouse down, if you want to eat soon. I‘m the owner of that club, you know.”

"That sounds like an excellent idea as I am getting a bit hungry." L. comments as her stomach growls at the idea of food.

"Playhouse, what kind of club is it?" Maria enquires, "Sounds like either a nightclub or strip joint."

[OOC: Real life caught up to me. Sorry this took so long…]

“A nightclub with a large sized kitchen in it behind closed doors.” said the Count, pulling out his black cell phone. “But I have seen a few get down to their birthday suits on the dance floor.”

He smiled and dialed a number into the phone. Standing behind the bar, he tapped his fingers on the wooden top. Finally the other end answered with a ‘Hello, my lord, what can I do for you?’, “I want you to move twenty to thirty Black Wolves from the Rome Mansion to the Playhouse. Talk with Rome PD and block off maybe two blocks around the Playhouse. I want heavy units of Death Dealers patrolling the area. And sent a battle bus to the coliseum.” said Jason without a pause.

“Good.” said the Count a few seconds later. He hung up and smiled at the ladies. “Time to shut down the top club of Rome with one phone call.” he said, dialing another phone number.

Talking to the manager of the Playhouse for a few minutes, Jason hung up and laughed. “The battle bus will be here in a little bit.” he said, lending on the wall, staring at the mirror. Only seeing whatever else was behind him.

"A bit security consious eh Jason?" Maria asked, "Sure you feeling alright?"

"Forgive the question, but what in the name of a blue hell is a battle bus. Sounds like something you'd find in a demolition derby." L. asked as she wondered for a moment if the Count was also on occasion one of the skin dancers.

ooc: No worries, it does it to all of us.

[OOC: I must be forgetting this thread or I’m getting bored of it. Maybe it is the later as this has gone on for a long time. It’s not like I didn’t have fun wit you, I just running low on time and want to focus on Jenrak’s civil war as my only thread.]

“Don’t you think I should be?” asked Jason, looking over at Maria. “I just killed Ash and you saw those hunters trying to kill me. It would be smart to have heavily trained soldiers around me until I get back to Greystone.”

The Crown Prince would answer L. “A battle bus is a heavily armored modified bus to transport high level people around. They were used a lot during the United Senate elections.” he explained.

[OOC: If you want, you can post whatever in he VIP box then I can do a jump post to when the Eighth is picked.]

"I guess..." Maria commented thoughtfully, "But then you did beat the best so you should really have to be concerned about the rest." She added with a bit of a smile.

"Sounds like it'd be a bitch on gas, the inside like a high-class RV or a traditional bus?" She asked, standing as her stomach growled, "And shall we be getting to it?"

ooc: That's alright.

Hours would turn into days as the two ladies were in the United Dominion. Those days would only turn into weeks as the Count waited for another vision about the Eighth. He used this time to get to know them better. As the weeks turned into months, the two ladies were took to all parts of the United Dominion and treated like royally wherever they when. They traveled to wherever the Count had a home, toured military bases in the area with the Count. Throughout the months, the two ladies met with many types of people from Lord Governors, almost all of them but the Lord Governor of the Eastern Deserts and the Caspian Sea as their isn‘t a person placed in that position, to a good number of Regional Governors like Baron William Bekkener and Duke Sektor Kroenen, to a number of Senators like Duke Kurt Koehler , Duke Chris Stark, and Duke Erwin Murrue Rommel, to many of the military commanders.

They were there when the Dominion Commonwealth was disband and saw what state Jason was in. They saw the formation of the Lord Marshals of the United Dominion and even met with them as they visited Castle Von Wolf.

Maybe four months have passed without a sign of the Eighth in Jason’s dream until now…

Jason found himself in that foggy wasteland again. Wearing on a pair of red boxer, Jason looked around to find that woman. He was only hopping that her face would shown, but the dream Eighth was still wanted to have fun.

“Aw…you’re still not showing me your face.” said Jason with a smile, folding his face across his chiseled chest. Maybe a few feet away, the dream lady stood in her red dress and hidden face. “Have you’re fun as I have all the time in the world.”[/I]

“You do?” she questioned, stepping forwards at him. She ran her hands on his skin. “I’ve wished that you when to see without anything on for once.”

“You’re dirty, miss.” Jason with an impish grin.

“You want to see my face?” she asked, inches away from his left ear.

“It’s been four months, so yes I wan to see it.” said Jason, still with his arms across his chest. HE slowly moved to look into the eyes of Maria. “Maria is the Eighth?”

“Correct, in your own heart, she is the Eighth.” said the dream Maria. “Before you wake, I’ll visit her.” With that, the dream lady disappears in a cloud of mist, leaving Jason with a funny looking on his face.

[OOC: If you want, I’ll role-play the Dream Maria. If not, she will come into Maria’s dreams like she did with the Count and tell her that she’s the Eighth.]

Maria awoke with a yawn as she blinked sleep out of her eyes. She'd had a less than perfectly restful night's sleep for after a pair of rather strange dreams. Swing her feet off the bed only to jerk them back for the briefest of moments due to the chill of the floor, she stood and stretched before showering, and taking a seat before her statuette.

After her homage had been paid, Maria dressed and headed down for breakfast. It seemed she'd have to have a chat with Jason about somethings including both her dreams. She knew that L. was typically a late riser and thus not much likely to be up yet so only Jason's would be up, meaning less distractions.

Jason having been up for hours, traveling around the land surround his castle via horse back. He saw the sun set over the snow capped mountains and watched the animals in his forest wake up to see the bright lights of the sun. Most people didn’t get to see this stuff, world leaders didn’t have time to see this stuff, but the Count isn’t a normal leader.

Turning his black stallion around, he rode back t the castle to find Maria. They had lots to talk about or he knew she would. He had already done this sixth times before.

Leaving his horse with servants, the Count moved inside and found out that she was getting some breakfast. Wearing brown leather chaps over a pair of dark blue jeans, a sleeveless white shirt, and lastly a pair of black cowboy boots, the Count looked like he would be good for moving cattle then running a nation.

Walking in without making a sound, the Count smiled and said “Good morning, Maria, I hope you had a good night’s rest.”

"Hello Jason." Maria replied as she cut off a peice of ham before eating it. "As to my sleep, it was less than perfectly restful. I had a couple of interesting dreams, thought I could guess that you might have reason to know the subject of one of them."

She then added without yet looking at him, "We have a few things to discuss. So sit. Eat."

Jason smiled, leaning on the island in the kitchen. “I don’t need to eat and you know that, but I’ll play nice with you.” he said, an impish grin forming on his lips. “And I think I know your dreams, too. Maybe you were in a heavy fog or rain, staring at a woman that turns out to be you.”

“Right?” he asked, his eyes widen as he looked at her.

"Correct, and regardless of need, you shall sit and eat." She replied in a bit of a less than amused tone as she looked back at Jason. "You also obviously know what's happened going through this before. Regardless we still need to talk about certain things."

“Really, I don’t want to sit as I was riding a horse early.” he leans more on the island, looking at her. “I was moving cattle!” He smiled and laughed. “Kidding. So ask away…”

“Really, I don’t want to sit as I was riding a horse early.” he leans more on the island, looking at her. “I was moving cattle!” He smiled and laughed. “Kidding. So ask away…”

"Well, first of all, how much are you prepared to change?" She asked as at the moment there were a few things in the way of her being able to accept him as her husband. He had failed to live up to a couple of the legends she'd heard about him and caused her to come check them out.

“I don’t change, I’m too old to change.” said Jason, cocking his head to the side. HE stared at her, but didn't say anything esle.

"Then we have a rather difficult problem as you are too soft at the moment. I can not marry a man who is as lacking in cruelty to his foe as you." Maria replied in a flat tone.

“Ash?” asked the Count, but he knew the answer to his question already. “He would have done it to me in a heartbeat. I think he would have behead me with his sword.”

"Yes he would have killed you, but you gave him a merciful death. You should have made him suffer for what he desired to do to you and yours." Maria replied, "Painful death, permenantly crippled, turned into that which he hates..."