Did a minor edit, "taken" for "killed" in the case of caroline's fledging if you guys want to have it open ended.
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"Playing hard to get, now, chére?" Caroline purred as she lead the way towards the alleys. "Don't do that to me, now...I'm hurt." The french vampire feigned a somewhat sad tone, even thought she was pretty obviously messing with the other vampire as she walked by. She then stopped short in her tracks, and turned her sight. "Are you even Klaus? Because I have never ever heard the word business coming from your mouth."
Her head tilted slightly. as she undid her steps and grabbed Klaus' arm. "You're aching inside. Ghosts and skeletons from the past? Or worries of the present?" Caroline said in a soft, tone. "So much you can't have fun with a proper lady. But it's okay, chére. You've still got my good graces. I'll bring you to a place." She whispered. "A place of trust, what with hunters and vampire loons eating other vampires these days."
Her gaze rest upon Klaus, and then upon the neon lights a little way away. "The Twilight Match. Two lovebirds started the club. They were coworkers at my clinic. I even forwarded some money for their business to boom. They are of trust." The French Vampire accented as she leant towards Klaus even more. But not playfully, not smiling.
"Les cochons attacked and ruined part of my clinic. They also took my fledging. All while I was supplying a blood delivery to some meeting." She said in a somber, scowling tone. "Not even hunters do that." Her arm was becoming a steely grip by the moment. "A proper lady has to be beaming and smiling, but even I won't be able to keep doing that if I don't get a little break from this. At this rate, I'll rip their hearts out of their chests, and watch them struggle with what left they have of life."
And then, all of a sudden her smile and coyly nature was back, as she giggled slightly. "Well, what do you think of this place? Good as any, huh?"
Her head tilted slightly. as she undid her steps and grabbed Klaus' arm. "You're aching inside. Ghosts and skeletons from the past? Or worries of the present?" Caroline said in a soft, tone. "So much you can't have fun with a proper lady. But it's okay, chére. You've still got my good graces. I'll bring you to a place." She whispered. "A place of trust, what with hunters and vampire loons eating other vampires these days."
Her gaze rest upon Klaus, and then upon the neon lights a little way away. "The Twilight Match. Two lovebirds started the club. They were coworkers at my clinic. I even forwarded some money for their business to boom. They are of trust." The French Vampire accented as she leant towards Klaus even more. But not playfully, not smiling.
"Les cochons attacked and ruined part of my clinic. They also took my fledging. All while I was supplying a blood delivery to some meeting." She said in a somber, scowling tone. "Not even hunters do that." Her arm was becoming a steely grip by the moment. "A proper lady has to be beaming and smiling, but even I won't be able to keep doing that if I don't get a little break from this. At this rate, I'll rip their hearts out of their chests, and watch them struggle with what left they have of life."
And then, all of a sudden her smile and coyly nature was back, as she giggled slightly. "Well, what do you think of this place? Good as any, huh?"
I see Az getting to the rave and having to fight off ferals and hunters, he had better find more than silver coins to use.... or not ^-^
Lions, tigers, and bears oh my!
He can take off his shirt and FINISH THEM WITH DISCO FEVER.
Caroline was beaming. Her laughter had likewise devolved in a rather unelegant, and almost childlike giggling. "My sides..." She muttered as she saw the scene unfold from a priviledged seat. The great Klaus, rogue and handsome vampire, running away from a bunch of women. It was normally the opposite.
"Fuck you!" A curse pierced the night. So he knew, huh? Caroline stopped her laughter altogether, wiping a small tear in the corner of her eyes, and decided it was the moment to stop. She pulled her cellphone out, and texted a message. A cellphone beeped somewhere in the crowd, who then proceed to read it, and they scattered as soon as they had formed. Hopefully the bystanders would just see this as the thing it was: an elaborate flashmob prank. The elder french vampire then eyed down the street. A backalley, with nobody else looking at her. She smiled to herself.
"Hup". She said, as she leapt into the unconspicious alley, from a height a normal human would no doubt get mauled and killed easily. But she wasn't one of them any longer. She was one of the Night Dwellers, she thought as she executed a graceful, catlike landing, and adjusted her hair and clothes. Time for a grand entrance...
"Oh, I thought you liked it when women threw themselves at you, Klaus." Caroline announced her presence with catwalk-like steps, swaying her hips smugly towards Klaus. "Don't look so crestfallen, chére. It was just a joke." She tilted her head.
"Amusing choice of words,though." Caroline smiled smugly."One could take that it as a some sort of bold invitation." She added, embracing herself to accentuate her figure. "Many wouldn't mind accepting. Chicago is a cold place, after all... and warming eachother is a good way to pass time, isn't it, Klaus, chére".
She walked closer to Klaus, dangerously close, a lingering stare towards the other vampire. "But I was a naughty girl, Klaus. Let me make up for it and invite you for a little drink." She added, withdrawing not one second too fast nor too late. "And maybe you can tell me why you're so sunken in yourself these days." She started walking the other direction, with graceful steps... "Or fuck me. Both options would be nice."
"Fuck you!" A curse pierced the night. So he knew, huh? Caroline stopped her laughter altogether, wiping a small tear in the corner of her eyes, and decided it was the moment to stop. She pulled her cellphone out, and texted a message. A cellphone beeped somewhere in the crowd, who then proceed to read it, and they scattered as soon as they had formed. Hopefully the bystanders would just see this as the thing it was: an elaborate flashmob prank. The elder french vampire then eyed down the street. A backalley, with nobody else looking at her. She smiled to herself.
"Hup". She said, as she leapt into the unconspicious alley, from a height a normal human would no doubt get mauled and killed easily. But she wasn't one of them any longer. She was one of the Night Dwellers, she thought as she executed a graceful, catlike landing, and adjusted her hair and clothes. Time for a grand entrance...
"Oh, I thought you liked it when women threw themselves at you, Klaus." Caroline announced her presence with catwalk-like steps, swaying her hips smugly towards Klaus. "Don't look so crestfallen, chére. It was just a joke." She tilted her head.
"Amusing choice of words,though." Caroline smiled smugly."One could take that it as a some sort of bold invitation." She added, embracing herself to accentuate her figure. "Many wouldn't mind accepting. Chicago is a cold place, after all... and warming eachother is a good way to pass time, isn't it, Klaus, chére".
She walked closer to Klaus, dangerously close, a lingering stare towards the other vampire. "But I was a naughty girl, Klaus. Let me make up for it and invite you for a little drink." She added, withdrawing not one second too fast nor too late. "And maybe you can tell me why you're so sunken in yourself these days." She started walking the other direction, with graceful steps... "Or fuck me. Both options would be nice."
Chicago. Home of Pizzas, Mobsters, and becoming a freaking human-shaped popsicle while doing so. Not that she could feel the cold as much as a vampire anymore, but hey, it was for the punchline. And she couldn't show her luxurious fur coat otherwise. Caroline smirked slightly. There was a reason why she was out in the cold, and It wasn't just because they were reforming some room at the clinic. She had heard things out of the rumour mill. Things about certain kinds of vampires prowling about the night.
Vampires she loved to target for retribution. The old french noblewoman was standing tall atop a building, peering on the streets below. Her mark was there, unaware. Poor fool. He had played with the rules of the Society for so long... But now it was time for a swift retribution. Rummaging in her pockets, she brought her cellphone to life. Pressing the key for quick dial up, she uttered a single sentence.
"Do it, mes cheres"
She had given the signal, and soon the street was filled with an assorted gathering of young women. All of them humans, but humans who were hers to command. They would do anything, even charge a vampire headfirst if she commanded to do so. Which she did. And thus, the assorted humans raised their voices high, in a horrible battle chant.
"EEEEH! It's Klaus!!!" Their shrill voices and groupie getups resounded in the street, as they pounced upon the fellow vampire with colourfull sentences such as "sign my bra!" or "Let me bear your kids!". Caroline couldn't help but let a haughty noblewoman's laugh.
Ahh, I was itching to pull the Rockstar prank on Klaus for quite a while! She thought.
Vampires she loved to target for retribution. The old french noblewoman was standing tall atop a building, peering on the streets below. Her mark was there, unaware. Poor fool. He had played with the rules of the Society for so long... But now it was time for a swift retribution. Rummaging in her pockets, she brought her cellphone to life. Pressing the key for quick dial up, she uttered a single sentence.
"Do it, mes cheres"
She had given the signal, and soon the street was filled with an assorted gathering of young women. All of them humans, but humans who were hers to command. They would do anything, even charge a vampire headfirst if she commanded to do so. Which she did. And thus, the assorted humans raised their voices high, in a horrible battle chant.
"EEEEH! It's Klaus!!!" Their shrill voices and groupie getups resounded in the street, as they pounced upon the fellow vampire with colourfull sentences such as "sign my bra!" or "Let me bear your kids!". Caroline couldn't help but let a haughty noblewoman's laugh.
Ahh, I was itching to pull the Rockstar prank on Klaus for quite a while! She thought.
Charon is fucking crazy. Lol.
"Really, now...you're not regretting it in the slightlest." Charon snapped back as he exited towards the female, fumbling around his backpack and producing a series of carefully wrapped test-tubes. "Here. I hope you have better luck with them than I did." He said, with his teeth clenched in barely contained disgust.
He sat down quietly, clasping his hands in front of his mouth as the nineteen year old questioned him. No test of loyalty, huh. He paused quietly. What to say... Well, for starters, he wanted to strangle the little girl until she ceased to be annoying. His eyebrow twitched slightly, his annoyance being patent. However, he couldn't display this to one who truly believed she had been granted the Oracle with the Highest grace.
"If you knew someone has untapped potential, and could be helpful towards helping this world, but misuses it, how would you feel?" Charon replied, taking off his glasses. They were not needed. Truth to be told, he was just wearing them because it made him look more intellectual... and less agressive. "Even if it's a ten year old girl." He added.
"She talks high and mighty about being an Oracle. A chosen of the Highest." He paused. "You know who else did that? Alexander the Great. However, unlike Alexander, she doesn't even believe in herself, despite being a rambunctious child who turns off an offer of becoming the last medical apprentice of this city."
He paused. "Your equipment in here is great. You do have even security cameras and informatic appliances up and running. Not to mention electrical power." Charon muttered.
And then, all of a sudden, his hand shot to a side, grabbing one of the precious test tubes. "So close, yet so far. I showed my intentions. I even tended an honest olive branch at her. I want to help a 10 year old girl with so much untapped potential learn how to live and love life in this wasteland, and perhaps, maybe perhaps, find a cure."
"But she won't listen to me. She's shut herself in, coddled by sycophants. But the dream won't hold for long. Soon, she'll crumble. Like everything keeps crumbling." The medic said, in a quiet raspy tone. "And that burns. It burns me from the inside out. To see what's left of this wonderful world that once was keep spiraling into madness, like I do. We'll be back to the bronze age at this rate."
"You who have been the longest with her. She'll listen to you. Engrave this in your mind." He popped the cap of the sample. "This is how Hope is brought." He then drank the contents of the sample. "Yeeuch, stale infected crow blood. I wanted to do this on a more controlled environment, and with additional safeguards..."
He then deposited the now empty tube, rolling it towards Katie. "If my theory is correct, I won't die. I've been building resistance to the illness for 3 years straight, by tossing myself headfirst in the pandemic. I should be able to retain it, even if I'm past the assumed safe age. I'm my most precious sample, in a sense, heh." He then raised himself from the table.
"Well then, I'm off to see my books. See ya."
He sat down quietly, clasping his hands in front of his mouth as the nineteen year old questioned him. No test of loyalty, huh. He paused quietly. What to say... Well, for starters, he wanted to strangle the little girl until she ceased to be annoying. His eyebrow twitched slightly, his annoyance being patent. However, he couldn't display this to one who truly believed she had been granted the Oracle with the Highest grace.
"If you knew someone has untapped potential, and could be helpful towards helping this world, but misuses it, how would you feel?" Charon replied, taking off his glasses. They were not needed. Truth to be told, he was just wearing them because it made him look more intellectual... and less agressive. "Even if it's a ten year old girl." He added.
"She talks high and mighty about being an Oracle. A chosen of the Highest." He paused. "You know who else did that? Alexander the Great. However, unlike Alexander, she doesn't even believe in herself, despite being a rambunctious child who turns off an offer of becoming the last medical apprentice of this city."
He paused. "Your equipment in here is great. You do have even security cameras and informatic appliances up and running. Not to mention electrical power." Charon muttered.
And then, all of a sudden, his hand shot to a side, grabbing one of the precious test tubes. "So close, yet so far. I showed my intentions. I even tended an honest olive branch at her. I want to help a 10 year old girl with so much untapped potential learn how to live and love life in this wasteland, and perhaps, maybe perhaps, find a cure."
"But she won't listen to me. She's shut herself in, coddled by sycophants. But the dream won't hold for long. Soon, she'll crumble. Like everything keeps crumbling." The medic said, in a quiet raspy tone. "And that burns. It burns me from the inside out. To see what's left of this wonderful world that once was keep spiraling into madness, like I do. We'll be back to the bronze age at this rate."
"You who have been the longest with her. She'll listen to you. Engrave this in your mind." He popped the cap of the sample. "This is how Hope is brought." He then drank the contents of the sample. "Yeeuch, stale infected crow blood. I wanted to do this on a more controlled environment, and with additional safeguards..."
He then deposited the now empty tube, rolling it towards Katie. "If my theory is correct, I won't die. I've been building resistance to the illness for 3 years straight, by tossing myself headfirst in the pandemic. I should be able to retain it, even if I'm past the assumed safe age. I'm my most precious sample, in a sense, heh." He then raised himself from the table.
"Well then, I'm off to see my books. See ya."
Hilarious, there isn't a single purebreed female yet. It's a bro club :P
Can turned vampires breed? Or just purebreeds?
So according to the laws, the killing of a purebred is met with death, but feeding from vampire blood is also met with death.
What happens with a feral Purebred?
Mutually Assured Destruction.
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