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Post by venomania on Aug 16, 2011 9:19:30 GMT -5
Alaric thought a moment. "What exactly are you seeking from these 'important vampires' you talk of? Why jhave you so suddenly decided to go to the capitol? What are you seeking there?" He lazily listed off the question,giving a false impression of mere curiosity. In all honesty, this interested him greatly. Besides, if this was a journey that may give power to the traveller, he should look into taking up a few sacrificied, himself... He began to gather up the ten selected humans, some of which were shoutign thanks to his customer, some of which were in shocked silence, and two if which were crying. All rather common responses, especially with females of the age group he tended to select for sale. "Stay here," he told them. He'd have to drag them rather far... most definately an inconveniance... This damn woman better be telling him something worthy for a long distance with ten humans.
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Post by Zaerox on Aug 16, 2011 9:38:16 GMT -5
Again there was something very familiar about him. As he asked his questions she sniffed closer at his scent. She knew that smell, although she clearly did not recognize his appearance... Suddenly Eden gasped. Ignoring his inquiries she said, "Wait a moment! Were you at a werewolf club last night? Are you in league with those dogs!? His was the smell that she had noticed just before Shoku had attacked her. She backed away slightly, was he a threat?
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Post by venomania on Aug 16, 2011 9:52:15 GMT -5
He looked at her oddly for a moment before laughing softly. "Of course not. I went in looking for a good fight. I can honestly tell you, my dear, the mongrels who've cost me my favorite shirt and hat are not my friends." He said, still chuckling. He'd never been a fan of werewolves. In a way, he'd had a superiority complex over them. He lived forever, eternally in control of himself, where as they, technically human, could lose themselves totally and in one night, wrck their well-balanced existance, should the wrong thing happen. To be in league with destructible, desposible beings, he thought, was idiotic, and useless. Not to mention, they weren't a friendly race. He showed his face, they attacked. Racist mongrels.
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Post by Zaerox on Aug 16, 2011 12:52:29 GMT -5
Eden stared at him suspiciously, still on edge. Who goes into a werewolf club during the full moon?! Is he suicidal? Then again, she thought to herself, she would have done the same not so long ago. Maybe this Alaric liked battle and bloodshed and dealing death as much as she did. Though strangely she hadn't wanted to kill anyone lately. Ever since Daemon came along, she had been strangely content, as though he took away her urge for blood. She shook her head, I can't let that boy change my plans, I've worked too hard on them. Glancing again at Alaric, Eden relaxed her stance. "Fine," she said. "I'm going to Red Snow to gain some information. I want to know what our government's plans are for retaliating against the recent werewolf attacks. I'm sure you heard of the slaughter at Haven's Bar?" She grinned as she remembered her part in it, but didn't think the vampire needed to know about her own involvement. "Anyway," she continued, "I'm just making sure they follow through. I'm no friend of the werewolves either. Anything else you want to know?"
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Post by venomania on Aug 17, 2011 19:26:40 GMT -5
He thought a moment. Alaric was not, by nature, trusting--Helena had killed that off--and yet, something about this woman set off extra wariness. Something about hte way she spoke and held herself. "Why such an interest? And also, there have been numerous werewolf attacks... why is Haven's bar at the top of your head, hmm? A certain bit of hidden information? It is an awfully long way to transport slaves, you know..." He said, a dark, inquiring look lighting his previously apathetic eyes. This woman clearly had some huge role and plan. Alaric Delwyn PRyce despised the background, and being unaware of important agendas. Good, bad, the side he was on didn't matter. He wanted a stake in the winning end and to do that, by God, he'd have to get the information!
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Post by Zaerox on Aug 17, 2011 22:38:21 GMT -5
Eden glared at Alaric. He was sharp, much too perceptive for her liking. He's clearly not going to let me get away without telling him what he wants to know, she thought, frustrated. I wonder though, if i did tell him my plans, would he take the information to the government? Or was he like her? Would he simply store the information away to be used when it most benefited him? Most importantly, could she trust him? Eden met the dark vampires eyes this time, one black, the other a shocking blue, and decided. She sighed, "First of all, if I tell you any of this and a single whisper of it gets out to anyone, I WILL kill you. I'm only telling you this to begin with because I'm confident I can stop you if necessary, but its true, I also need you. To begin, it was I who instigated the werewolf attacks. I personally killed the victims of the Haven's Bar attack before they could regenerate. I laughed as I watched them burn and die." Eden's words spilled out faster now, as though it was a relief to have it all said out loud. However with each sentence her eyes grew wilder, and somehow darker. "What I said earlier is true, I'm going to Red Snow to make sure they wage war on the werewolves. In return I'm going to make sure the werewolves attack back with equal ferocity. Once this war of all supernatural beings begins, I will ensure that it never ends. All that's needed is a little nudge from me and the balance will be destroyed. The monsters of this world craved eternal night, and now they will get their wish." Eden smiled twistedly up at Alaric, looking truly nightmarish. The facade of the petite and polite girl had faded away with her words. "Now, what will you do Alaric? Will you stop me, or will you help me?"
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Post by venomania on Aug 18, 2011 6:48:18 GMT -5
Alaric grinned. He still didn't trust that woman. And it was litlely he never would. Yet she thought in a way sightly similar to him, and she was intelligent, no doubt. Sticking with her gave him the stake in things he desired. "My final question is merely 'what can I call you?'" He said, returning to his relax, indifferent tone. "It'd be quite rude of me not to know the name of a... colleague... cohort, if you will?" Her nightmarish side seemed to be the more honest, and in his mind, less unnerving than her falsehood of politeness. He's deliver the fresh blood o the red snow, assist in the war on werewolves, and help the tiny, frightening vampire before him. His issue had been boredom, insignificance, and unimportance. When suddenly, a free ride out of it all appeared, he damn well was going to take such an opportunity. Also, he seemed to be working with one like himself. One with a taste for blood, vengeance, excitement; a gameplayer who used the world around her as pawns. He was no fool, he didn't trust her, or feel any loyalty, per se, but he had the decency and sense to know where to sit on the ride to the top.
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Post by Zaerox on Aug 18, 2011 11:03:45 GMT -5
Eden grinned at her new accomplice, "Call me Eden, Eden Blackthorne." Now that the danger was over, she calmed down and the blood lust faded from her eyes. Suddenly a thought occurred to her, Daemon. I hope he didn't hear any of that, she thought, I want to keep him away from all of this. In fact, now that she thought about it, she couldn't smell him any more. He was only one room away from her, she should be able to make out his scent, especially because she was so in tune with it now. "One moment, Alaric," she said, "I need to check on my companion." Calmly, she retraced her steps back to the entrance. The little boy was gone. "Daemon?" she called, trying to keep the panic under control. No answer. She began to run, calling out his name, louder and louder. He wasn't anywhere, not a whisper of his scent was left. She sprinted back to the stalls she had passed on the way in. "Did anyone see a young vampire come by here?" She practically snarled. The merchant she had talked to earlier looked up. "Did you lose him?" he asked, amused. "You sure the gamblers didn't get him? They tend to grab little morsels like him, makes for a bloodier fight." Eden's anger faded away to be replaced by paralyzing fear. If he was put in the fights... No, she couldn't accept that. What can I do? she thought desperately, this is all my fault. Unless...Alaric. Maybe he could help her. If it was true, and Daemon had been put into the fights, there was only one thing she could do to get him back besides assembling her own personal army. There was no way she could kill all of the gamblers by herself, and thats what it would take to get Daemon back, they weren't going to let him go willingly. So her only option was...to enter the fights herself.
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Post by venomania on Aug 21, 2011 8:56:22 GMT -5
Alaric waited, keeping the selected ten on their own from the other four. Hmm... on second thought, he may wish to add a few of his own, if he;d be in the Red Snow, after all. The Elder Vampires often apreciated the extra gift. That would ssure him safer, smoother passage as well as possibly a small reward from the vampire government. Most definaltely worth the extra burden. He'd take most of his stores with him and replenish them on the way back. He left the room now, locking the door behind him so the current residents wouldn't escape. He'd get six more from one of his two other rooms and return before Eden had even known he was one. Oddly, he didn't see her as he passed... Where had she gone? To look for the small vampire boy she'd entered with? If the child wandered off... there was little she could do on her own, especially with such little Underground experience or status. Ah, the idiot. Where would they take a child? The fights. Definately. Or they'd sold him... He hoped the first. That was much easier to recover someone from. He sighed. He'd have to help her or the kid was doomed. In fact, any rash movements woud make the child's situation worse if he was with a particularly nasty person. And so, he tracked the womans scent, catching on to her after a minute or two.
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Post by Zaerox on Aug 22, 2011 11:47:27 GMT -5
"Alaric," Eden growled, as she saw him approach, " someone took my-" she struggled with the word for a moment, " brother, Daemon. I think he might've been forced into the fights." The rage in her eyes faded and turned to pleading. Though she hated asking for anyone's assistance, she needed it desperately. "Please, help me find him. He means a lot to me." Daemon, she thought, please hold on for me. I'm coming, I promise.
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Post by summerdayzz on Aug 23, 2011 8:34:45 GMT -5
OOC: daemon literally is missing. he hasn't posted in a while....he seems to be awol o.o
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Post by venomania on Aug 23, 2011 18:28:38 GMT -5
He sighed. As he suspected. While he didn't trust Eden, and was fairly sure he didnt even quite consider her a proper acquaintance... he felt some form of pity and empathy. "I'll do what I can..."he shrugged slightly. It wouldnt be exactly EASY to just run into a fight and snatch a kid. He'd need some kind of bargain or threat. Nothing impossible. "I'll not do another thing until we've returned your brother," he asured. Likewith all clients, he wanted to give a good impression of himself. People who trusted and relied on him were people who would return and do business with him again. Or, in this case, people who let him coast along to the top.
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Post by Zaerox on Aug 23, 2011 18:43:02 GMT -5
"Thank you." Eden sighed, the words felt strange as they fell from her lips. She was actually accepting someone's help! She was surprised how quickly he agreed to help her. Although it was probably some ploy that would help him in the future, she found herself, if not exactly trusting the vampire, at least wanting to trust him. Its strange, she thought, not so long ago I would never accept help or ally myself with anyone. Now, look at me, picking up two in less than a week! She already felt such strong connection to Daemon that she would risk anything to save him. Why was this happening to her? Where was the bloodlust, anger, and revenge. Where was Eden Blackthorne? Everyday she seemed to grow closer to the old her, to that innocent girl she had left behind. Eden Brooks. Pushing the thought away, she asked Alaric, "So, where do we start looking? We have to find him before..." she let her voice trail off.
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Post by venomania on Aug 23, 2011 18:52:33 GMT -5
"Probably..." he sighed... "The ring itself. If not there, we interrogate the operators. Somehow I doubt we'll have trouble with getting answers." He shrugged. Eden, he assumed, had potential to be plenty intimidating when she wanted to be. He liked the fact she had a scary side beyond the polite outer shell. Like he did. It was odd, considering another vampire to be his equal.
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Post by Zaerox on Aug 23, 2011 19:03:34 GMT -5
"Oh no, we won't have any trouble." Eden grinned, flashing her pointed teeth. Anyone who stood in her path to getting Daemon back would pay most dearly... "Lead the way please Alaric." She clenched her fists in anticipation. I won't let him die like Christopher, she promised herself, I'll save him this time. However she would enjoy killing those responsible for taking him from her. Blood will spill today, she thought, gleefully.
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