A Letter to ALL VAMPIRES! Please read!

[veronikabaptiste]

In the mailbox, the vampire will find a letter sent to their address in a very old and vintage envelope. Inside this envelope, is a letter that reads this:

[Taylor Kane]

Taylor sent Mags out to get the mail, while he sat in the kitchen chatting with Nik. The young wereleopard had just recovered from a feed from Taylor, whose belly was full of his blood. Mags returned, with loads of junk mail, and some kind of scroll. Taylor felt energy surrounding the scroll, an immense form of energy.

Fingers shook as he broke open the wax seal and opened the scroll. He read the words carefully. A vampire had violated the laws of the city, and the Master of the City was going to punish him before the other vampires. It turned out that the Master of the City was female! Judging by her lipstick print at the bottom.

Taylor wasn't certain as to when this punishment was to take place, but he needed to meet Veronika and introduce himself to her, in order to stay in the city of Seattle. He took the scroll upstairs to his bedroom, took a shower, and got dressed. What to wear, what to wear? Mags helped out by laying out his clothes.

Mags was like Taylor's second brain, without her where would he be? She selected a blood red silk shirt, An Armani suit jacket and matching slacks. His Cole-Haan shoes were spit shined, and a matching belt was part of his attire, something Taylor was used to.

After he was completely dressed, he grabbed his Blackberry Curve, wallet and his keys to the Range Rover and house. Telling Nikkos and Mags to behave while he was gone, he left Sunset Place to go meet the Master of the City, Veronkia Baptiste, and witness the punishment of another vampire, Padre Gazo.

He plugged the address in to make it easier to find, on his Garmin Nuvi. Her home was extensive, and rather ostentatious upon first sight. Parking his SUV, Taylor exited the vehicle and was met by a few of her underlings, and shown the way inside her *humble* abode.

[Addison Constance]

Having only been in the city a few weeks, she had missed the event the letter spoke. None the less, the Master of the city demanded their attendance. She certainly would have Addison's.

All of her things had already been organized in the house she moved into. Immediately as if the words jumped off the page and drug her to the closet she was picking out clothing. The weather being different from New Orleans was even though of when she picked up the sanquine halter low back dress.

No attempt to show off. Never. She had been intending to meet with Lady Baptiste for more than just a few days. She did just need to it was a must for her to stay within the city. Showered, dressed, she pulled her hair up in an easy twist. One last look and she would be headed for the door. Directions in one hand, and a pair of sling back Bell Vita in the other.

Almost forgetting her cell on the hall table, she had to turn back and get it as well, before she was out the door and typing in directions to the address that had been given. Her personal vehicle was used, as not to attract any attention while using the Denali the goverment provide. It wasn't like the Nissan 370Z Coupe didn't have it luxuries. It had been Tailored just for Addy.

Deep in thought, it was only when she heard the on-star voice saying they had arrived at the desitination that she gave this meeting, witnessing and move her full attention once again. Seemed she wouldn't be there alone. One glance at the house and she gave slow roll of shoulders, slipped into her heels and stepped out, paper in hand just in case there was a question about her being there.

Met by those of the house she would follow along .........

[Padre]

Padre had been in the dark for much longer, he knew it was time to present himself. There was no security nor any referee in his corner. This was it, he knew what he had done in the park was not going to wash away so soon nor later. A slight tug at his heart, he was feeling some dread the minute he read the letter addressed to ALL vampires. It included him too. The Spaniard vampire rose from the seat of his study within his own home, the house he bought with the money he saved over from his account. He already told Jai he would go directly to the MoTC to turn himself in, there wasn't any time like the present to do just that. One of his servants, a tall man in a black shirt, white pants, and dark curls sleeked back from a fair face stared at him. "I must go. Thanks for bringing this to me."He laid the parchment Veronika had written on his desk face up, no doubt the other vampires received the letter too from how the message emphasized all meant every single one of them.

Air expelled from his lungs even when he did not need to breathe, one of the times he forced some of it past those full, soft lips of a man who broke vampire law would learn the consequences. He knew it would do no good to go to the place where his punishment will be given, his gut ached and already it felt as if there was a hundred spiders with sharp teeth biting, really hard. If he dies, then so be it, if death shall take him swiftly, there is not an ounce he can do about it after everything he done to those people will never rest.

This was starting to feel like one of those rigorous OJ Simpson trials, except there was no gloves or shoes linking him to the crime but the blood of some of those people was. This wasn't like him to run from his problems, he deserved any punishment after what he did, it was suddenly an understanding what the MoTC will and must do is nothing he can no longer continue to resent but face. As a man of Spain, let death take him. At least then, there was freedom and peace. He thought of his young brother, Evan Gazo.

A young lad whose dark world shrouded around him, which also attracted a woman he thought he heard called Moroven. She had someone take him in and sire him over to the courts, that was the time Padre was a fledging under The Dragon and she will often watch the soldier struggle as one of her new offspring. It would have seem she favored him the most cause of his strength, courage, and a higher honor that she loved which is why he was part of the Dragon Bloodline. Padre soon felt that what he did in that park showed just how he must have dishonored such a code when he broke one of the biggest laws of the kindred within the city itself.

As much as his mind was filled with constant guilt, he fed on one of his blood dolls that had followed him from a previous city. After he was satiated, he walked into his spacious chambers with a dark blue theme, there were horses depicted on the wallpaper on his bedroom wall, he also wore a black mustang tattoo on the middle of his lower back, it was medium sized and showed the mustang in a jumping form. He opened the white armoire, his own cabinet filled with the clothes made especially for him. Choosing a light green, button down silk shirt and picked out a pair of dark blue jeans then shut the door of his wardrobe cabinet before heading over to grab his western-style boots, he could have went for the tennis shoes but the boots did it for him.

After removing his clothes he wore earlier, he replaced with the outfit he chose for the event, not sure what will go down once he stepped inside the MoTC's estate but at least it's better to go through with it now than later. Feeling like some little kid about to face his parents after they heard he was doing something at school he should never had done. The maid who often tended to most of the house had come in to see what he was doing, he did not give her the heads on politics that she would never really understand. He stood on his feet, passing her form with no intentions of explaining it to a human who would not know anything.

Besides, what is within the Kiss stays in the Kiss correct? Stepping outside, he walked towards his black motorcycle, revved it up and immediately headed towards the place where the other vampires will show up. In another hour, he was already there looking at the exterior of the home through his forest green hues. Licking across his lips, he soon dismounted his bike then started his way in. He could already see the devil looking straight at him, this devil was waiting for him with a pitchfork with his name inscribed at the tips in really large letters. So, in all due respect, welcome to hell. Kind of was pondering of a detour. His eyes roamed the other vampires, he saw their backs since he wasn't exactly happy to be here of all places right now. The guilty one was starting to feel more like a convicted felon among angry jurors, now only thing missing was that small hammer called a gavel. Anytime now he will hear it slam on surface granting his sentence.

[veronikabaptiste]

"Jacen, please make sure that everything is ready in the dungeon for our arrivals. They should be here any moment." A wry smile creased those ruby red swells. Jacen nodded, and disappeared down stairs to make sure everything was ready for Padre and the other vampires to watch.

She could feel the presence of the other vampires arriving before they entered into the driveway. Their power was like a swarm of bees, stinging her pale flesh in all the right places. Most of them were curious, some of them were a bit freightened, and perhaps the others came due to just meet her. But to Veronika, this was more than just a meeting. This was to punish Padre and use him as an example when going against her rules as well as the vampire council's rules, and she wasn't going to stand for it.

The one of many butlers opened the doors for the arriving vampires, and disappeared without saying a word. Then, a voice echoed throughout the mansion. Her voice was silk like a black widow's thread, weaving with every possible darkest, deepest desire anyone could imagine, yet the stern structure of anger seeped through. It was directed only to Padre. "Good evening." She inclined, descending slowly down the white marble stairs that were directly in front of the trio vampires. A black, transparent gown fitted perfectly over her slender, hourglass sculpture as a pair of black stiletto heels clicked loudly with every step she took; it was the tell-tale sound of Padre's punishment. And underneath the transparent gown was nothing; she was completely nude, her skin glowed beneath the dim-lighted entrance.

Once reaching the bottom of the stairs, she approached the trio in a stance of authority. Her power of indescribable lust and seduction entwined with anger that could make God cry naturally seeped from her immortal body without even the slightest push. "I am Veronika Baptiste, Master of the City. As my letter explained, you are all here tonight to witness Padre Gazo's punishment for going against my rules as well as the vampire council's rules. And I'm here to show you that I will not tolerate that misuse of power and authority. You are all master vampires. You should know when and when not to use your privledged powers. You should know how to present yourself to others not of our kind. And you should know that humans are not to be harmed unless willingly to give their blood to us. Padre Gazo, step forward."

When Padre stepped forward with his head bowed, Veronika took his hand into her own, peering over her nude shoulder to motion the other vampires to follow, and led them into the elevator that went straight down into the dungeon beneath the mansion. When stepping out of the elevator, it was like stepping into another world compared to the one above. The dungeon was cold, lifeless, eerie, open, and made of stone walls. Hanging from the ceiling were different sizes of chains, and all spread around the room were medieval torturing devices. In the middle of the room was a large white porcelain bath as chains dangled above it. Lined along the walls were three buff, muscular men that were considered her servants. And each man was a lycanthrope; their breed unestablished and unknown. Jacen approached Veronika and stood behind her as she pulled Padre more into the room towards the bath.

"Kneel before me you insolent fool." When Padre kneeled, Veronika towered over him. "Padre Gazo of the Dragon Bloodline, I hereby strip and ban your Animal to Call power, and your title as a Master vampire approved from the vampire council and myself, the Master of City. You will not use your powers for pleasure, pain, anger, or brawl upon any living or dead creature in this city until I see fit. You will not have a human servant nor a pomme de sang until I see fit." She pushed a stiletto heel hard into his chest to lay him on his back, and with her heel indented, she stood over him. "Seize him." The lycans immediately came to him, dragging him up from the floor by his arms and dragged him to the bath. Jacen pulled him off the floor and lifted him to the chains, wrapping his wrists so that he was dangling from the ceiling above the bath. Veronika approached his hanging body and in one fluid motion, removed his clothing. There, he dangled from the ceiling naked and helpless. She turned towards the other vampires.

"I asked that you come here with a full stomach because I am bleeding him to the brink of immortal death. I will keep torturing him until his angry wrath over powers him that he cannot control. I will give him a little bit of leeway, and then snatch it from him until he is begging to die and cannot take it anymore. But alas, I will not kill him. You are all witnesses to his punishment. If you all act and misuse your powers like he did, your punishment will be far worse than this. So pay close attention."

[Taylor Kane]

Taylor had arrived in the manse, and he was one of the vampires that was naturally curious. He had never had to meet the Master of the City before without Karalyn Helling, his Sire. So naturally, he wanted to know what Veronika was all about. He got a sense of familiarity from the Master of the City when she arrived, dressed to the nines in...practically nothing. Belle Morte couldn't have made a better vampire. Veronika was beautiful, and Taylor admired her from afar then up close as she descended the stairs.

Taylor stood by Addison, for she was one of his kind, and then Padre himself stood out like a whipped dog, his guilt coming off him in waves. He was not Belle Morte, Taylor sensed, but another kind of vampire. But guilty for a crime nonetheless, and subject to the Master of the City's wrath. Taylor wanted to ask a question, but her anger was palpable. It was directed toward Padre. But Taylor could feel her disapproval too, at anything that went against the vampire council's rules. Like the sins that Padre had committed.

Doors opened by servants were opened and then shut, the were-spider, Jacen, sent to prepare the room in which Padre would face his punishment. Taylor had met the bloke at a nightclub or tavern. He had a spider named Mary crawling all over his arm and shoulder, that put a few people off. Taylor hadn't been bothered by it, since playing with spiders had been a hobby for the intelligent Dr. Kane as a child. His dark, abyssal orbs watched how Veronika introduced herself to them, a wave of wanton sexual lust following her words. She could make the devil so hot, he'd sweat.

Taylor was trying to remember whether or not he shut his cell phone off, and his beeper. Couldn't have them going off at an inopportune time, now could he? But he didn't dare check to see once Veronika was before him, stating the obvious. Thou should not be a rule breaker, or the wrath shall be upon thou, kind of speech. Taylor never used mind rolling in public, he used what was left of his humanly charms, like the sociopath he was. Taylor could make a human believe he was looking at a Mercedes when it was actually a beat up Ford Fiesta if he chose to utilize that power. But why waste energy? When Padre was asked to step forward, and dread was eking from every one of his pores.

Taylor could see that this little conversation was leading to bigger things when Veronika took Padre's hand. He was going to live to regret what he had done. And he had done what? Mind rolled at least 100 people in a public park and caused them to fight, and nearly kill each other. That was in poor taste, thought the Belle Morte vampire. Passion was so much more fun. A group orgy would have been interesting, but it still might have incurred the anger of the Master of the City, who was hell bent on punishing any vampire under her umbrella who was a miscreant. Not Taylor. He knew how to play well with others. Sort of.

Taylor winced slightly, revealing his ivoried fangs just a bit when Veronika pronounced his sentence, and was made to kneel. Hell hath no fury than a vampire scorned. They had left the upper floors for a ride down stairs, into what appeared to be an underground dungeon. My my my, what a tangled web we weave. Padre was not only stripped of his title, but his powers, and his clothes were a close third. There were other lycans besides Jacen present, and they were ignored for the time being as his full attention was on the situation with Padre who was being chained by the wrists to the ceiling above a bathtub. Oh shite, what's this? thought Taylor. He thought the loss of the Master title was enough, as well as the human servant and pomme de sang. But there was so much more.

This was going to be one hell of a long night, as he and Addison were made to watch this punishment play out. It sounded horrible, but watching it would be even worse. It definitely sank in to Taylor's conscious mind that he couldn't and shouldn't get caught killing a drifter because if he got caught, and Veronika found out about it, his ass was going to be grass. She seemed all too serious when she explained what was going to happen to Padre. But he never misused his powers, but he acted like a serial killer. Taylor would just have to fight the urge to slit someone's throat with a scalpel just because they cheesed him off. Or else pay the piper.

[Jacen]

What a rare treat to be in the presence of a clandestine hearing - he had not believed the invitation that stared him in the face when it had arrived at his doorstep. Who could blame him for being a little incredulous with it all? As he looked longingly into the bosom of the little note, he wondered just how far he'd been strung along by Veronika's own silken thread. How easily he'd been enthralled into doing as she said like a good... Little... Servant. There was no shame in being a pet to a creature that had no weakness to your strongest weapon and there were many more to be gathered around him.

The chains... Oh Lord, the chains. What sweet supple flesh would slip between their jaws tonight. They would dine on the primal essence of an arrogant immortal that thought himself above reproach and now he had to face his own sins as they manifested before him. The eager chatter of chains resisting its sibling heralded Padre's forced appearance and as eluded to earlier, Padre was shoved into the salivating cold steel maws that would house him for the rest of his torture. Jacen was not so easily moved by the suffering of others and while he made it appear as though his business meant the world to him he did have a side of him that few experienced, a side that demanded sexual satisfaction in the suffering of others. Padre was no exception to his urges save for the lack of consent that surrounded his imposed suffering.

He had never really got used to the dead cold of a vampire's embrace but for a brief moment he could feel shame radiating off of Padre like a super hot corona that extended beyond the crude material of the dank dungeon, radiating so fiercely that the overblown Brown Recluse held its gaze in Padre's direction no matter how Jacen oriented himself. It knew what was about to take place and as if it sought to extract a small portion of revenge from Veronika it had designs on drinking the remaining life essence that was bound to flow from him no matter how thin the stream.

"Beat him... Beat him good. Make him suffer."

Veronika would no doubt sense the urgency in his voice as he spoke to her. The sooner Padre was screaming the sooner he could get over the hunger that raked his beating heart. Damn it all, this one had to suffer! Not only did he disturb a small human settlement but Lord... He looked good enough to eat sitting in those chains that he so rightfully deserved to be in.

[Padre]

He watched her through those forest green eyes, she was extremely beautiful and there was no denying the fact, her power seeped through her and he felt it splash onto him like a giant tidal wave. This was the MotC. Padre hinted the anger was directed at him, he knew it the minute such gaze was similar to icicles piercing through his heart. The accent was no doubt French, oh right, this must be some type of revenge after killing millions of those Frenchman on the field of battle back in Madrid, Spain.

Taking up sword and shield, he fought bravely now all this time perhaps this was it. While he can understand what this was all about, the one who is to prosecute him in front of the vampires and what he can distinguish about the rest was their shape shifters but could not discern as to what species they were. At this rate, he did not care who was what. He heard Veronika's voice ordering him to come forward and kneel, as for the name calling "insolent fool" it wasn't really the last time he's been called far worse. Yes, he was an arrogant fool, this bastard who has never back down a challenge or match except against the MotC it was a lost cause.

The horror came when she spoke of his demotion from Master, he took pride in that title under the Dragon herself. She located him in Spain, a young Spaniard whose sword was sharper along with that, his tongue could slice. Several years in her service told him how he had proved to his council he was capable of getting past the training. Along with the shock was his Animal to Call and that he is not to have a human servant, especially no pomme de sang either. It hit him deep than everything else. His death at this rate would not have mattered. The sadness washed through him like a cold wind of winter.

As if he did not see it coming, he was forced on his back and felt that Stiletto digging in his flesh causing him to pierce a scream through the room. That fucking hurt, but his true nightmare was that she was a French of all things. Spanish and French never got along to begin with, it was if the past was returning and this became the final straw. The Spaniard's emeralds noticed people coming forward to pull him into their grasp, they were extremely strong. Their scent caused his nose to itch somewhat, while he wasn't sure what their species type was he did get an idea they were shifters. He could struggle, but he did not for whatever reason most would have.

His background has actually been what shaped most of his dignity, one thing was for sure Padre was going to regain all his honor after this even if it killed him. The cold steel was cold as hell, not to mention he could feel it burning through his skin which means it was not going to easy to escape them. Gritting his teeth, he listened to the Master give a taste of what could happen to the other vampires should they misuse their gifts. Okay, he was foolish knowing he deserved every last bit of what is coming. Shit is going to hit more than just the fans, he wasn't sure how long he was going to last in this dungeon cause he did not like the looks of it since this is where his torture will begin. His clothes rendered, and all he can do is expect a quick death. Oh, there was a new guy who he had seen in the halls. Did not know him, never want to know him cause the minute he took a peek at him showed he did not like him, not one little bit. Creepy guy, can sense the eerie aura draping from this fellow who looks as if he wanted to eat him. Hell no!. What kind of episode was this?

Regret? He's regretting everything right now. Not sure what will take place after this entire horror was over. Probably, it'll haunt him, the idea of flashbacks will show just how it is going to inflict his mind the same way losing most of his close friends in that cold war back then did before his maker brought him over. The worse thing that will look this bad was humiliation, it would not sit well with him, there was fear and he was afraid, so scared to even say two words let alone one. Padre also did not care for pity, it was even more bad than the other list of his dislikes. He always kept Padre's keynotes stuffed right into his drawer at home. His cellphone was also in his pants pocket, the boots was his trademark, better not damage them cause their one of a kind! Okay, so he was a little vain when it came to his choice of wardrobe, he never changed from his teen years even unto this day so go figure.

[Samira Daoi]

It was a fortunate occurrence that the Panic Room was closed for renovations that night. It would have caused Samira great annoyance if she'd been called away on an evening when business was doing well. The message was brought down to her in the lounge below the Panic Room's main floor level. Below the club was her hide away, the place Samira and her inner circle of most trusted confidants called home. Crystalline blue eyes gazed over the summons once, and the she had to reread it. Intriguing. She had never been summoned anywhere before. Heightened speed was a wonderful thing. Samira was ready in moments. However, her idea of formal attire might be slightly skewed in a personal way.

Samira had dressed in a simple black silk dress that had a high collar, and v-cut neckline that flattered the swell of her chest. Long black hair was dressed in a macabre manner, in the fashion of many tiny serpentine braids that hung down around her face. Instead of a fashionable jacket or shrug over the length of her dress, a long black, crushed velvet cape was pulled on over the dress and clipped closed at her throat, her feet left bare, save for the fact that Samira was wearing nylons beneath the silk dress.

Flight was an exhilarating way to travel, and tonight was no exception. However, it had taken years to perfect a landing. Landing, Samira checked the address upon the summons and stepped up to the door, being admitted into the Château by one of Master Baptiste's humans. A small silent nod was given as she was lead toward the room where a male vampire was being tortured beneath the heal of the Master's shoe.

Granted that Samira had come on a 'full stomach' as the instructions had said, that didn't mean that she couldn't soak up the fear that was just wafting off the tortured male vampire. She didn't know the vampire, but he must have done something legitimately unintelligent to warrant being under the Master's heel that way. Samira was in a positive mind frame, simply because she was elated that it wasn't her form impaled dangerously and uncomfortably on that heel.

Samira only took a brief gaze around at the others gathered there. However, her main focus was upon Master Baptiste, and her victim beneath the woman's heel. Padre's fear tasted entirely too good. It had been so long since she had drank in the fear of another of their kind, not since she had dominated over her maker. This evening was bound to be an unforgettable one for sure.

[veronikabaptiste]

Now that everyone was here, including the new vampiress that entered into the dungeon, Veronika began the punishment. She could feel the fear in her veins, tasting it on her tongue, though she did not feed from fear. That was left to Samira and Jacen. A smile creased those ruby lush swells as she watched Jacen shiver in delight. She knew that his spider was hungry and would feed from Padre's blood and fear.

Next to the bath where Padre was hanging from above were swords and daggers of all shapes and sizes upon a table. While one of the unknown lycans lowered Padre to Veronika's height, she picked up one of the daggers, and idly twirled it in her soft, calloused palms. Slowly and delicately, she dragged the sharp point of the dagger along Padre's nude body, outlining every muscle curve beneath his skin. "You will not consume human blood." She inclined, and suddenly shoved the dagger deep into his stomach, impaling the wound longer to extend down and just above his pelvis. Blood immediately poured from the deep wound as a band of his intestines curled out, and into the porcelain bath below him. His scream echoed loud and clear, bouncing off each stone wall of the dungeon. She could feel the other vampires' excitement grow, especially the were-spider.

As his head hung low in pain, her slender digits curled beneath his chin and lifted his head. "You will not call upon animals to harm others." With the same dagger, she stabbed the point into one side of his neck and raked it across to the other side, slitting his throat, though not to decapitate. She motioned the lycan to raise Padre high enough so that she could shower in his blood that rained from his throat. She stood beneath him in the bath, soaking in his blood; her eyes closed, her mouth open wide, and her hands slowly and gently rubbing along her body. A single sharp nail cut into her transparent gown, trailing from the middle of her breasts down to her crotch, and allowed the material to slip off her body. A few more fingers cascaded down to her crotch, and she shoved them inside her, rapidly getting herself off while sucking off the blood from her other hand.[/font]

[Padre]

His screams echoed through the dungeon walls, he wanted to die. Ready for that dagger to decapitate his throat then he will be free from this hell. It was then she raked his jugular vein, he gargled and his blood showered her form, down into the tub below. Padre's head hung low becoming aware of his crimes. Wrists limped within the shackles, pretty soon a state of consciousness will slip as all the pain he felt was enough to send him into total shock.

Even as his entire fear had filtered the room, it turned to pain but what really was torturing his mind the most was that he wasn't sure what she was up to but there was a hint of lust like what has never been there before was rising. All he can do was lie there, watch as she trailed that one fingernail in between those plush bosoms down to the very sanctum of her crotch, it was no doubt there was an ache down below where it sent a message to the sub-consciousness of his brain.

He clenched his teeth, the need was ultimately overcoming him as she rapidly moved her fingers inside her vaginal walls where it was definitely doing more than slapping him in the face. Don't look, don't even watch he reminded that none of that was not of any interest to him but lie to himself all he can cause this will be another tortuous moment where the knife was only the beginning as other types lied where there was such thing as mental and spiritual torture. This to him was a mental version, the kind that was going to kill him pretty soon but the side that was lust really did not seem to care while the pain was wrenching it was the lustfulness that was like a drug.

Padre hung on that wall high up, his eyes half closed, he was a total disaster and the front of his dark mane nearly obscured some of his vision but he can see quite clearly was going on below. He did not feel like consuming human blood from the start, it would not have mattered where his next meal came from to begin with at the rate he was in made him see how much shit he got himself into.

[Addison Constance]

It wasn't the first nor did she figure the last time that she would see someone pay for breaking the rules. Addison wasn't power hungry enough to feel a need to do so. She stood perfectly still, beside Taylor as the punishment had started to take place. She could feel his dread, his fear, but that was not what did things for her. Pity? No. She hadn't even been into town when the incident had taken place, but she knew the particulars pretty well. The spanish vampire should have known better. What Master of the city would have allowed anything of the such to have gone on without reprecussions? None. Afterall who would have wanted the whole fucking harlequin invading their city, and having to answer to them.

To this coven she was still the new girl on the block, yet to have met anyone in the room until that night. She'd would slowly start to meander through and met those of her kind as well as those not. She gave a quick glance over at the table with the instruments lain out, before the flicker of blade in Motc's wrist had gathered her apt attention.

Every word spoken resounding in the room. If he was the wake up call for every vampire in her city then there wouldn't be a single entity out of place. Each thing taken away visually clear in her mind's eye. He was about to become a vegan vampire. She might have even chuckled at the joke in her thoughts but in just the time she took to be introspective, blood was being spilled, and the room was drenched in the smell, but not to be overshadowed by the scent of desires being fulfilled.

Mantain your composure, Addy.