[@Wick][@BlackPanther]

Sometime later, again.

The hum of a motorcycle seemed out of place so late in the evening as Mithias cruised down the highway nearing the end of a long journey. The tiny amount of blood they had shared a hundred years ago had called to him, and he knew, she was looking for him. It seemed out of the blue, what with over a century passing since they had gone their separate ways, but what was time to an oldblood? He was curious. Allies were scarce at this point in his life, and whatever lead she had was worth investigating. 

Mithias wore a helmet with the image of a fanged skull and flames on it and his characteristic black sash which covered his lower face. Its tails blew behind him, mixing with his long hair. How had it all began? He recalled everything he could about the violet-haired vampire in preparation for their meeting. He had stalked her, as he had with so many other vampires and supernaturals that dared to live too close to his human descendants, expecting only to be forced to eliminate her as a threat to them, yet he found that she was more than prepared for him and much more alike himself than he could have imagined. 

Like himself, Violet's appearance drew human attention, and that had consequences. She however, had not let any anger over human rejection consume her. In fact, she seemed to respond completely contrary to what would be expected, she loved humans. She fed exclusively on animals and insisted on finding a way to coexist with them, to live amongst humans in their very homes! How Mithias had envied that. He quickly became so fascinated that he couldn't justify killing her, even if he could have overpowered her. Fortunately, she had decided not to kill him either. They became something like friends, although no loyalty was ever promised. Mithias had sincerely tried to feed on animals, as she did, but discovered he could not and was reluctant to admit it. Perhaps that shame had been part of why he had left her. Soon afterward, a branch of his living bloodline traveled across the sea to the new world, and Mithias chose to follow them. 

And now we are here, ages later, wars later, generations later, on the eve of a dying peace. Vampires had become known, and the war had gone into hiding. Mithias took an exit and began winding his way toward the house where the gathering had been summoned. Magnus had been stopped, but peace had never been achieved. He stopped his bike and rumbled at the end of the driveway, allowing his senses to detect movement, psychic energy, and heartbeats inside Violet's place. Humans, and his own Soldier organization were now the biggest threat to vampire existence. He had no idea how to re-establish peace, that dream was already crumbling before his eyes. Right now, in order to be able to do anything, he had to make sure to live to see tomorrow.