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[color=FF4D4D][b]Time: [/b][/color]Night
[color=FF4D4D][b]Location: [/b][/color]The Pit
[color=FF4D4D][b]Interaction: [/b][/color][@Pink Khione] - Ava
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Helene anxiously awaited a reply from the man, unaware that her actions were not going unnoticed by someone who had already claimed the prey before her. Despite being just over a century old, this was Helene's first hunt and the effects of her hunger were enough for her to forget such basic decorum. She was nervous, frightened even, but there was also a certain degree of excitement at the thought of how she would proceed. Those thoughts would remain fantasy as a stranger came between her and her target, which she first thought of as rude since they were having a conversation. It had taken enough courage to approach the wounded man, but now she had to somehow ask the mysterious woman to leave. [color=FF4D4D]"E-excus-"[/color] Her quiet voice was drowned out by the music before cutting off, startled by the sudden command the lady gave to the three men with aggressive confidence.

A growing feeling of dread filled her chest as they left leaving her alone with this foreboding woman. Helene began to panic thinking this woman was out to get her. She just wanted a little bit of blood! Her mother was going to be so upset! As the woman turned to speak to her, Helene felt as she might die right there and then from the scary gaze she was giving her. [color=FF4D4D]"M-my deepest apologies!"[/color] She uttered out in strong french accent, clasping her hands in front of her and performing a long bow as her whole body tensed. More of her? That meant she knew that Helene was a vampire! [color=FF4D4D]"C-corpses?"[/color] Her voice stuttered, believing the mystery woman was going to make her a corpse right here instead but the look on her face meant she might just be spared. Despite how intensely terrifying she was, Helene closed her eyes tightly she so would be less afraid and introduced herself [color=FF4D4D]"MyNameIsHeleneSinclaire, MayIKnowYours?"[/color] The words were said so fast they seemed to blend into one, made worse by her accent. 

Helene's body tensed waiting for a reply, unaware of the weight that her last name carried in the Vampire world. If Alexander Drake was the Night King, then Catherine would be the Night Queen. A sizable detachment of the Sinclaire Clan resided in Ember Grove, overseeing their North American operations under the leadership of Augustus Saul.