DarkViciousVamp: ::in we faded, tired, and that much was clearly visible, her raven head hung down slightly, though she held fast to her refinement, manners, charm... as was her perpetual custom... enchantee, as was always the condition we left those we were fond of visiting in, as well as those newly met... truly very few were so unfortunate as to awaken the vicious side of us... though before us was one of those unlucky few, strange we so dearly loved our friend, now departed, and held the stark opposite feeling for her mate, though, we would try to be civil... to appear uncouth was not our desire, now was it...::

DarianNightshade: ::He didn't even turn, blowing the dust off a thick aincent tome. He sniffed the air once and nodded:: you need to wear a weaker, or just less perfume Nichollette...

DarkViciousVamp: ::her flowing gown of finest satin, the shade of purest black, for the most part, she was enshrouded completely in the color... save for that palid, deathly pale skin, typical of all her race, and those pupilless twins, and thin cool lips, both being the shade of that which we drank, blood:: I shall have thee know, Darrian, ::was that sarcasm in our voice as we sweetly uttered his name??:: the scent of one such as you or I very rarely comes off as strong. Knowest thou nothing of thy race? ::and she quirked a thin sable brow::

DarianNightshade: ::He slowly turned, and sat at the blood splattered and stained oak desk, sweeping the bloodied razors and empty chalices aside:: But the perfume... ahh the lovely scent it is... I could smell you a mile upwind with no strain M'lady...

DarianNightshade: ::He slowly opened the book, reading muffledly in greek to himself as his eyes darted across the pages, easily deciphering the ancient script::

DarkViciousVamp: And twas thy abject pleasure, I am sure. Tell me, dost thou desire thy son yet? ::she walked gracefully to his side, still holding Damian in her arms, peering at the opened book with slight curiosity apparent in her pupilless eyes::

DarianNightshade: ::The book reads, at lenghy discussion, of invoking spirits, and the damned:: Keep him if you will.... For a day or two at best. I am researching ways to bring back my one and only

DarianNightshade: ::He didn't even glance up, as he turned the page, his voice was strong, compelling... yet soft... almost warm... almost::

DarkViciousVamp: Keep him ::she muttered something unintelligable:: I am not his mother, nor do I know how to act as such... ::her brain registered the latter of his sentence and her mouth dropped open slightly, and those vermillion twins widened:: What sayest thou?

DarianNightshade: ::He briefly regarded her with his again sparkling emerald twins:: I am getting my baby back... if you want to see her again, I suggest you do me the service of babysitting for a few days, unless you want her to rot in hell... Shit she has suffered enough as it is. Especially by having chosen me for a husband...So I suggest you just watch the kid.

DarkViciousVamp: ::a genuine smile tugged at her delicate facial muscles, and her thin lips parted, the smile reigned fully on her pale face, those sharp white fangs glinting in the light of the room; speechless, or so it seemed::

DarianNightshade: Nice smile my dear... now what will it cost to have you babysit? Name it and it is yours... Anything to get my baby back ::He stared her full in the eyes::

DarkViciousVamp: I do it freely, a favor to my friend. I love her too, I will have thee know, and, besides all that, I am in all practicality this being's aunt, or something similar to it ::she gazed down into the infant's face and muttered:: tis good for thee that thou art so very well behaved...

DarianNightshade: He is a good kid...a lot more like Tiph than me... I am a hell raiser. and he is an angel thankfully... A few more sleepless nights and I might go insane. ::He slowly raked his hand through his, for once, unkempt hair, before turning another page and grinning::

DarianNightshade: ::He opened a drawer and pulled a feather, ink and parchment... and began taking notes in ornate Calligraphy::

DarkViciousVamp: As if thou wast ever sane to begin with, am I not right? ::her thin brow rose again, almost playfully, truly, her mood had substantially lifted at the joyous news this visit had brought:: Thou wilst go to hell, and fight our master, to regain her soul, Darrian? ::her dulcet voice was hushed with awe, foreboding::

DarianNightshade: ::His hand shook slightly with a controlled rage, causing the tiniest flaw in his writing:: I would fight anyone to get her back. Name the person, Angel, Vampire, Demon, GOD, I don't care. For her, they are going down. ::He turned back to his writing and copying::

DarkViciousVamp: But the DEVIL, Darrian... how canst thou hope to win? I want her back as much as thee but... if thou art lost in the process... she will just summon that ::she stopped herself before saying something vulgar:: that monster of a being, that Sephiroth, to kill her again

DarianNightshade: First of all... ::He stood slowly, a foreboding shadow cast upon her as he did so:: I am death... ::He smiled faintly at his “Nick Name”.... gotta love Bloodhawk's sence of.... Style:: and second of all... I am gonna whip his ass bad for taking her in the first place. She deserves sooo much better than heaven... and she gets hell

DarkViciousVamp: I fear thy "nick name" cannot win against the real thing... if thou art lost again to her.. ::she trailed off again, and sat tiredly down on the couch, assuming there was one, shifting Damian to rest more heavily on the opposite arm::

DarkViciousVamp: This little one is most definately vampiric... ::she smiled softly to herself, as Damian's infant mouth opened as he released a happy squeal, to reveal the tiniest most adorable baby fangs peeking their way out of his tender gums::

DarianNightshade: ::His face darkened slightly, not allowing himself to realize that he could not, in fact win:: and Sephy? His ass is going down first and foremost

DarkViciousVamp: She wouldst never allow that. Her old partner... he had her before thee, the two of them share something you and I canst never hope to understand

DarianNightshade: I will do it before she has a chance to stop me...

DarianNightshade: He killed her for chrissakes... and that, mark my words M'lady, WILL cost him dearly...

DarkViciousVamp: Do you not understand? Before there was Darrian, there was Sephiroth, she asked him to kill her, that is the only reason he did, you cannot hope to find him, let alone kill the man

DarkViciousVamp: ::she sighed:: Hanging around Jacen constantly, I forget my manner of speaking

DarkViciousVamp: ::her eyes widened:: Didst I just say, "hanging around"... ::her face paled::

DarianNightshade: ::He was not even minutely amused, his face darkening as his stare seared through her like a blade:: ...

DarkViciousVamp: Thou art alltogether too touchy, here, look on thy son, the innocence, purity in his eyes, and allow thy unpleasant feelings to melt away...

DarianNightshade: ::He looked at his son... He looked a lot like Tiph... lucky kid.... He smiled softly as he brought one of his slim, yet almost horrendously powerful hands in the most delicate caress to his child's cheek, a tender smile gracing his handsome face::

DarkViciousVamp: ::Damians baby eyes locked on the face of his father, and another happy squeal escaped him, those adorable infant fangs peeking through once more:: He knoweth thee, Darrian ::She whispered softly, a quiet smile resting on her palid face::

DarianNightshade: Although I don't know why...::He frowned sullenly:: I am not much the father... only really... late night feedings, and lullabyes... ::He continued to stroke his child's face, and leaned forward to inspect those little fangs:: ... very good.... ::He muttered::

DarkViciousVamp: He knowest thee... ::she repeated firmly, trapsing her eyes down to peer into Damian's, which glowed brightly, much like his mother's, though his were aquamarine:: And methinks thou art a better father than thou wisheth to admit to thyself

DarianNightshade: No... ::He shook his head silently, and sat back down, copying ancient script, and in a few moments, deciphering heiroglyphics as well as the books history obviously changed::

DarkViciousVamp: Why do you disagree? Tis painfully clear to me ::she sighed softly, and dropped the subject, not wishing to press the matter any further than she already had::

DarkViciousVamp: I forget myself, tis not my place to... ::she choked up for a moment, and was dumbfounded, perhaps all the week's stress was catching up with her at long last:: Forgive me ::she mumbled, a lone bloody tear trapsing down her face::

DarianNightshade: ::He stood slowly and reached across the table, and wiped the tear away:: And thou knowest thy kind? ::He said softly as he gently embraced her, trying to comfort her::

DarkViciousVamp: What meanest thou, "knowest thy kind"? ::her eyes peered into his questioningly::

DarianNightshade: Same as you meant it when you said it... ::He smiled at the irony of the situation.... her chastizing him for his actions... and now the tables were turned::

DarianNightshade: Self control is a key... ::He whispered softly::

DarkViciousVamp: Self control, is it? Show me one who hast shown that this eve, or anywhere throughout all of this entire mess... ::she furrowed her brow, obviously lost, as far as picking up on his train of thought... to be unfeeling was not a trait of the blood... mayhaps it might be for another species they both knew and loved, but the vampiric were not cold creatures, not in theory at least... she puzzled, then gave it up, and, seeing as the infant hungered, she sliced her finger harshly open on one fang, and placed it into his mouth, wincing a bit as his tiny fangs sunk into her::

DarkViciousVamp: I find he prefers blood to anything else... mayhaps he is more than half vampire, as I had thought afore ::she muttered absently::

DarianNightshade: ::He tapped her shoulder slightly:: May I? ::He indicated her finger... and the fact that he wanted to feed Damian::

DarkViciousVamp: If it pleaseth thee ::she gently removed her bloodied, and slightly mangled finger from Damian's mouth, and offered him up to Darrian:: By all means

DarianNightshade: And when you came in here, and I mentioned your scent... you asked me the "Dost thou...." so I say to thee the same... and that self control applies just as much as scent

DarkViciousVamp: I do believe, I have shown more self control, than thee

DarianNightshade: ::He gently cradled his child in his arms, and slowly extended his wrist to feed him from, smiling faintly as the child bit into him, and suckled on his now-tattered wrist::

DarianNightshade: So?

DarianNightshade: I am merely pointing out a flaw... as you did.

DarianNightshade: You show too much emotion among "Strangers"

DarkViciousVamp: And art thou, a stranger then? ::that thin ebon brow rose again::

DarianNightshade: I feel as if I am treated as one... the sarcasm and the constant persecution sure don't endear me to thee if that is what thy question might be

DarkViciousVamp: I do not care for a stranger's child, the mate of my dearest friend is most certainly not a stranger, however much or little I think of him ::she smirked ever so slightly:: Prithee tell me how I persecute thee

DarkViciousVamp: For the sarcasm bit is shown to all, not merely to thee

DarianNightshade: The constant reminders of my imprefection... sorry if I don't live up to your high standards, but I provide for my family. And then your little remark about understanding my own kind...I believe I brought our race to this land. So I may know a bit more about it than you may give me credit for.

DarkViciousVamp: ::she sighed:: And why carest thou what I think of thee in the first place?

DarianNightshade: Because, whether or not I approve of it..., you will be around for a while, and frequently... seeing as how you are Tiph's best friend... I must tolerate you

DarkViciousVamp: Well, thou needest *tolerate* me no further. I shall take my leave of thee.

DarianNightshade: I don't mind thy company

DarianNightshade: As long as you respect me in my house

DarkViciousVamp: ::she stood and a look of slight concentration washed over her, as she prepared to fade, blood red eyes slipping closed, and sable gossamer tresses spilling soft around her thin pale shoulders; delicate hands running lightly over her sides::

DarkViciousVamp: ::she paused and looked at him::

DarianNightshade: ::He turned to look at her, removing his wrist slowly from the now sleeping Damian's mouth... the wound healed almost instantly:: Is that too much to ask?

DarkViciousVamp: Nay, tis not too much to ask in the slightest bit, I merely long for Jacen, and I am deeply sorry if I take my frustrations out on thee, or any other undeserving party... I apologize... oddly enough, twould seem, that in the predicament we find ourselves in, that thou and I should be brought closer, for we feel her loss most acutely of anyone

DarianNightshade: ::He smiled faintly at that, knowing the truth in her words...::

DarianNightshade: ::He hunted about for a moment, and came up with a bottle in his hand... of wine... and used a fang to uncork it, seeing how his other hand was busy...::

DarianNightshade: Care for a drink Nichollette?

DarkViciousVamp: Aye, twould please me greatly, I thank thee. Blood wyne? ::she quirked a brow::

DarkViciousVamp: ::she thought for a moment, attempting to remember the last time she had fed:: I must get ahold of Jacen, before I faint dead away ::she shook her head slowly, it would seem the Personal Bloodbank of Nichollette was perpetually closed::

DarianNightshade: ::He was thinking the same.... thats why he literally needed a drink... to take his mind off the fact that he has bled too much, and drank too little in the last three days::

DarianNightshade: ::He extended a wrist slowly:: Go ahead... but don't take a whole lot

DarkViciousVamp: Nay, thou art in as much need as I, twould seem

DarianNightshade: I am fine dear...::He flashed a dazzling smile, and lied beautifully::

DarkViciousVamp: I shall be fine, but what of thee? ::she proffered her own wrist to him:: I pick up on thy lies

DarianNightshade: ::He shook his head:: Not if you won't

DarkViciousVamp: ::she smirked::

DarianNightshade: ::He frowned slightly:: damn... knew you would

DarkViciousVamp: ::she sighed:: If I must.... but you first

DarianNightshade: ::He slowly took her wrist in his hand, and delicately bit down, accompanied by the usual pangs and jolts of pleasure, and swallowed a few large mouthfuls of her blood::

DarianNightshade: ::He slowly licked the wound closed and dropped her hand, with a satisfied smile gracing his face::

DarianNightshade: Thank you

DarkViciousVamp: ::she closed her eyes and relished in the sensations for a moment, then opened them again:: twas my pleasure

DarkViciousVamp: A few is all thou requirest? I can spare quite a bit more ::she eyed him for a long moment::

DarianNightshade: ::He slowly shook his head:: no thanks... ::and extended his wrist to her::

DarkViciousVamp: ::she smirked slightly, and politely declined:: I shall live, twould seem I have become quite adept at denying the hunger these days

DarianNightshade: ::He eyed her:: you said...

DarkViciousVamp: thou shalt need thy strength for what lies ahead, methinks ::she spoke softly::

DarianNightshade: I can feed later...

DarkViciousVamp: ::she shook her head and slowly took his hand, as her fangs slid into place::

DarianNightshade: ::He half smiled and waited::

DarkViciousVamp: ::she delicately punctured the vein of his wrist, took one small mouthful of delicious blood, savoring it as it washed over her tongue and throughout her mouth, then pulled back, smirking, and licked the punctures left behind closed::

DarkViciousVamp: ::she ran her tongue over her bloodied fangs slowly, and the stains removed, she retracted them::

DarianNightshade: ::He shrugged slightly and moved out of the room::

DarianNightshade: ::A scant few moments later, he walked back in, Damian-less::

DarkViciousVamp: ::she sat quickly down and pressed a palid hand to her midsection at the pang that mouthful of blood had awakened::

DarianNightshade: ::He extended his wrist again:: I insist...

DarkViciousVamp: ::she sighed:: I need to drain a mortal, afore this hunger shall dissipate, so I politely decline

DarianNightshade: You can have my blood... it tastes better, and is more potent than a mortals blood

DarkViciousVamp: Thou hast little to spare, M'lord. Methinks I shall take a hunter, ::she grinned ruefully:: or mayhaps a slayer

DarianNightshade: I have more than enough... I insist...

DarkViciousVamp: Hast anyone informed thee, that thou art quite the stubborn creature?

DarianNightshade: Yes.... many a time M'lady

DarkViciousVamp: As I have been told. So, again, I politely decline

DarianNightshade: ::He bared his fangs slightly, eyeing her neck...::

DarianNightshade: Then I fear I shall have to make thee...

DarkViciousVamp: I shall wait for Jacen to proffer his inviting neck

DarkViciousVamp: ::she opened her eyes slightly wider::

DarianNightshade: ::He grinned evily:: Only kidding...

DarianNightshade: ::He sat back down, quill in hand as he began dutifully copying runes down from the text of that thickly bound book::

DarkViciousVamp: ::she stared off into nothing, her thoughts of her beloved taking full control of her attention, and she slipped off into a waking reverie::

DarianNightshade: ::He closed the book with a triumphant thump and slid it back on the shelf, pulling another black leather bound tome of ancient, forgotten lore out, and beginning to decipher the script used to write it::

DarkViciousVamp: ::she brought herself roughly out of her pleasant day dreaming, and forced more serious matters into her consciousness:: Darrian, how do you plan to carry it out? Steal her soul from hell, I mean...

DarianNightshade: I will open a gate, summon it, and hopefully be able to close the gate before... anything less than pleasant comes forth. It will be a long dangerous task, but one I am sure I can accomplish

DarkViciousVamp: My speech is swiftly and surely slipping into the gutter... I sound no better than these moderns ::she grimaced::

DarkViciousVamp: one you can accomplish? I sincerely hope you are right

DarianNightshade: As do I... if not... ::He shook his head slowly...::

DarkViciousVamp: If not, ::she finished his sentence for him:: she will "kill herself" again

DarianNightshade: No... if not, we both go. ::He shrugged:: Not that I mind at all... but I don't want such a thing for her and Damian

DarkViciousVamp: I meant, if you were lost and she was brought back, she would refuse to live without you

DarianNightshade: She wouldn't have a chance

DarkViciousVamp: ::she nodded slightly::

DarianNightshade: Seph wont survive long enough to kill her again ::His voice turned icy enough to send a shiver down even your spine...::

DarkViciousVamp: Again with him? Methinks thou hast need to speak to thy wife on the matter

DarianNightshade: Mayhaps.... But chances are I won't heed her advice on the subject either

DarkViciousVamp: The bond of Jenova, apparently, is something neither you nor I were meant to understand... she attempted to explain it, him, their "relationship" to me on many an occasion... and I was completely befuddled

DarkViciousVamp: Made very little sense to these vampiric ears

DarkViciousVamp: That woman has many secrets, and I doubt she has imparted all of them to thee

DarianNightshade: More like none of them...

DarianNightshade: ::He sighed softly, and turned back to his book::

DarkViciousVamp: Hast thou inquirest of them? I think she would readily oblige.. at least a few of them... I doubt she purposefully keepest things from thee

DarianNightshade: I have asked upon occasion, but she changes the subject...

DarkViciousVamp: They are painful secrets then, I suppose ::she mused, more to herself than anyone else:: I know the type...

DarianNightshade: As do I...

DarkViciousVamp: Really? Care to share with a fellow Kindred? I will readily listen

DarianNightshade: Well...I apologize but I must be left alone for the remainder of my studing this book... any slight distraction might spell disaster for Tiph and I...

DarianNightshade: Mayhaps another time my dear

DarkViciousVamp: Mayhaps. Then again, mayhaps not

DarianNightshade: ::He turned back to his book, his face a mask of concentration, and his hand moved, delicately with almost a flourish as he wrote, yet never looked back to the sheet he was writing....::

DarkViciousVamp: I suppose I shall take thy son with me?

DarkViciousVamp: Where is he?

DarianNightshade: He is fine here for now... ::He didn't even look up::

DarianNightshade: He is sleeping in his crib

DarkViciousVamp: If it pleaseth thee, then here is where he shall stay

DarianNightshade: Pick him up on the morrow if you please...

DarkViciousVamp: He belongs with his father, if thou asketh me...

DarkViciousVamp: Aye, aye....I shall

DarianNightshade: ::He turned the page slowly, scanning the contents, and noticing he left out a small mark right... ahh there we are::

DarianNightshade: Good evening to thee...

DarkViciousVamp: I wish thee better than the best of luck, Darrian...::she gathered herself, and faded out, without another word::

DarianNightshade: I will need it...

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