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To the Southwestern border they visited the City of Martial Town, had it been up for grabs or not was uncertain. However, the relatively close proximity of it being near the Glen sparked enough interest for Him of Crows to take a glance at the Cyberpunk City and evaluate it as he thought fit. While the town was a diverse one in many black marketed trades, usage of illegal technologies and not to forget the rumored Way Gate something Choisel could have gained in favor against His opposition. This city once thrived or so rumor had it. Even with it’s military they could not stop the high rates of crime, conflict or strife. Poverty and unemployment was something perhaps the Kronos could overturn, manipulate, and alter. So, His visit though to much of his preparation had been short in notice he did not travel with the entire Coven this time around as he had in Tia the Copper City, no. There would have been too many prowling eyes, lurking in the shadows. His objective required little to no attention, the streets were hot already. Yet, that did not worry the Patriarch of the Glen, it would have only thwarted His timely fashion of things. 

A few days had passed since their arrival. Slowly, Leinhart and Tatia infected it’s streets with Choisel vitality. Outbreaks only took twenty-four hours to change their victims no matter the race Elven, Dwarven, Orcish, and the most favorable of all the Humans. From an abandoned apartment building on the outskirts of the Core they operated attacking those off all social castes. Leinhart discriminated nobody the rich, the poor, the old, the young. However, their activities were carefully planned atleast for now taking captured hostages back to the chambers of the rundown three-story apartment building, some of which were killed there. Carcasses strewn across the suite they resided temporarily. So far, maybe twenty citizens had been turned and another fifteen were killed out of thirst from their feeding. Mind you, it had been nearly five decades since the Pureblood fed directly into the flesh of the living and he could not resist any more temptations. Drinking blood bags was sufficient, yet as an evolving lich, eating away at the souls of His victims went a lot more beneficiary. Ingesting the knowledge of His fallen foes, in which those from Martial Town provided Him the necessary information of it’s layout and surrounding areas. It was in that alone Leinhart had obtained an understanding of the land, that and what little given from the local vampyre in the region of the Glen whom also were familiar with the Cyberpunk City. It was also true that once the infection had spread even if it was only in a single victim .... the virus was contagious. In essence, all that was needed was a single person to infect another, then another, and that person infecting another ..... this was, a chain reaction. A highly effective route of maintaining a low profile with his Countess Tatia. Feasting directly from the Blood did however, put Him of Crows into a state of feral mind he could never return from. The true monstrosity of his undeath has unfold and he was back, like he never left. 

“My love, Tatia. Tonight we shall visit the Purple Penguin nightclub. It is a less policed area of the city, as so our informants have told. We shall mingle with the people there, lure them in of course with enchantment as we have ..... only to continue to spread our vitality amongst them as we have these streets. Dress yourself, accordingly, alluring as ever if you must my beautiful Countess.” 

While He was rather less elegantly dressed in these parts Leinhart still clothed himself in a scarlet tailcoat with matching slacks - he assumed the role of a successful business entrepreneur for identity. Safe to say, he played the position well. His long, wavy cascades of ash black hair fell to his hips and his eyes did not revert to their Goldenrod color - but remained icy blue behind the shade of his dark Armani tints. Standing in the doorway of the lightless living room, he glanced towards Tatia once again and delivered a tender kiss upon her forehead with thinned lips. A free hand went slapping towards her soft ass as he pulled her close taking in her immaculate beauty as if this was the last time they’d spend together. It was true, He seemed to make little time for Her yet, unintentionally. Yet this was also true, that tonight was going to be worth wild should he make it up to Her.

@Eternity

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Standing near Leinhart in the lightless living room, her blue hues focused in on her brother effortlessly. He was always dressed to impress, even when he believed he wasn’t dressing his best he was in other standards. The days they had spent in this town had been fruitful in many ways, spreading the virus of their kind was turning into the plague it was meant to be.

Tatia was dressed in a simple velvet dress of black, her hands had been carefully smoothing over the fabric as her brother expressed to her what his plans for the two of them were for the evening. Luckily for him she packed well for occasions like this, meaning she had something perfect up her sleeve for a trip to a nightclub. Taking time to adjust more to the time she was resurrected in, Tatia had expanded her wardrobe to accommodate the styles that were worn.

Although she often reverted to wearing the styles of her original birth, she noticed it didn’t matter much what she wore her allure was always strong with both sexes alike. Holding a simple beauty, her near plain look had some sort of a pull of the strangers she met now days.

Lips touched her forehead making her eyes close, and a human type breath leave her plump lips. Leinhart gave her ass a pat, pulling her close to him. The desperation for his attention grew inside her, neglect of her ate at her soul more than shown. Some would say she showed more than she thought, as Tatia occasionally became wrapped up in trying to get the attention of others to wound her brother. Petty at times, she always tried to better than those who treated her badly.

Sucking in the little affection given her, Tatia stepped away from Lein. “I have the perfect dress for tonight.” Turning away to walk towards the doorway to leave the dimly lit living area, Tatia wanted to prepare herself for the festivities. The dank and dark apartment building was doing what it was intended for the time, but Tatia lived for a much more accommodating station. Pausing near the door frame, she looked at Lein with the slightly glowing blue hues. Almost inviting him to join her, she disappeared down the hall towards a bedroom where she had sat up her wardrobe, she had packed for the trip away from the Glen.

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"... Is that, so?" 

His voice peaked slightly, as soft and sweet like honey from it's transitory monotone and emotionless usual emphasis. His lover, twin, and ultimately His Countess. While she was almost always so ebullient and ardent in her verves, her beamish aura never failed Master Kronos -- not once. The Pureblood himself, on the other hand was more pessimistic in His perspectives of life and undeath, lacking general care for simple things that mattered to her. Yet, she was His backbone and kept him pushing, striving, excelling and he was her support, her stone, her core strengths that they complimented each other beyond any worldly measure. He was allegiant to her as she was to Him, inseparable, and he would not conceal His ineffable feelings from her no longer. Why this was suppose to be their vacation away from the Chateau, after all; this was, their time to reacquaint themselves rather as they were bonded to be together in an aeonian undeath.  Even within the Cimmerian, lightless living room his icy blues never lost their trail of her lambent pale flesh, darting with her as she carried off into the hall.  Under His cold minty breath he relinquished a soft smile in his satisfaction of her and slowly strode himself in said direction.  Cowhide  scarlet loafers clacking their way across the room reverberating from the silence, dormant throughout the entire apartment building.

"I cannot simply disagree to your calling, ma'dear. As you are aware."

Once within he sat upon the half-torn loveseat with hands crossed over the other eager as he could not anticipate what had come next, any longer in His impatience. Tonight they would dance, celebrate their outing, her resurrection, their feast as Humans would in their attempts to enjoy a date He had long forgot to have last had with her. In their three days of learning the area, the enemy, local hotspots, left little room for play and relaxation. Yet, tonight was their calling; it was demanded and more significant than that he owed it to her. Their fate as One was convoluted and an enigma, as they were coupled siblings. Those looking in thought of it as tommyrot, but whom was foolish enough to question a stiver to the Dark Lord or his Countess on these orphic accounts? Exactly. 

"There's never a day that you fail to amaze me."

@Eternity

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His words didn’t fall on deaf ears, she smirked as she made her way towards the bedroom of her choice. Knowing she piqued his interest in whatever she brought to wear, each item was surprise to the next. Tatia had chosen her wardrobe with many situations in mind, but this was a given as it seemed Lein liked the club scene.

With Lein seating himself on the torn loveseat on one side of the room, Tatia stood in front of the bed where her suitcase laid. Reaching out tracing her hands over the material of the case, her thumbs catching the clasps that held it closed. Popping open the suitcase, her hands catching the lid opening it wide. Looking down with her icy blues, Tatia sifted through the gowns, dresses and the occasional nighty to pull out a dress.

The dress she pulled out was black in color, its skirt made of silky black feathers. The top of the dress was shear black beaded with silver sparkling designs. Holding the short-skirted dress out, she turned to show the dress of her choice to Lein.

“Too glamourous for the Purple Penguin?”

@Etched In Stone

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Three Days Prior::

“Even though we are far from the Chateau, this Full Moon endows us with strength and power in all our disciplines. As Blood begins to spill and flood the streets, you will see that the Moon changes with us. It’s pure white will be washed over in crimson with what we consume.. That is when we are at our peak of abilities, ma’lady. That is when we are indomitable.”

Quin had been sentenced to the Dungeon it’s her inseparable lover Ira under the guardianship of Alistair. While he could not entirely free his thoughts from her captivity, he made it His best effort to put that evening to the back of His mind. Even though she hadn’t physically harmed Him, he was still somewhat effected that she tried Him in front of the Coven on top of everything else that occurred that eve. Leinhart discovered the City through intel of one his faithful from the Glen whom had been in and out not only the business of black market trade there, but Martis was also a frequent visitor who traveled freely throughout as a hand-for-hire way before he even joined the Choisel ranks. It was nightfall, darkness hung over Martial Town like a curtain shutting off all outsiders from looking in. Yet, tonight it’s strange mysticism seemed to only occur this night more specifically because of His presence. Underneath a beautiful moon that stretched across the city and some for miles. Leinhart marched the dark streets just arriving, surprised at the fact there hadn’t been security to check him in. Martis made mentions that the place was heavily guarded with policemen. Doubting he’d have any unwanted run ins with the law for his true Undead name seeing as he was, slowly on the rise in the New World he would still assume the role of a secret identity as Lesiohc Trahniel. Rather it was safe than sorry of Him to make a few adjustments just to be sure nothing was to bite him back in the ass later. 

With a hand interloped into hers together they headed into a quiet city block like a tourist couple, gazing at the capturing colorful lights the Cyberpunk City had to offer. Leinhart remained outwardly cold and emotionless in his presentation towards others, His icy blue hues had seen enough wonders of mankind in his Thousand years of undeath. Truly, he was not as impressed as people may have thought. Yet perhaps, His Countess had not experienced such a grand city of beaming lights as he done numerous times before, or like Him she could careless about the intricacies man had adopted and evolved, shifted and altered from times indefinite. Leinhart wore something he hadn’t in a while, back in his fighter days as some called it. Yet, these were clothes he felt most comfortable in unlike the more fashionable suit and tie which was something he put on for the show and appeal of the Coven. That was too much flash here, no doubt it would have brought unnecessary attention as well. But, he chose he dress appropriately in a casual dark colored fleece coat that had all buttons open to reveal a plain white v-neck tee shirt underneath. A pair of rugged black jeans were fitted to his slender person well like that of a rocker and for His shoes, ordinary black steel toe boots went clacking against the pavement on the sidewalk with each progressive step. It was true, this was their first outing together and in any shape, way, or form it was His duty to ensure Tatia was fulfilled in very shape or amber and enjoyed her stay while they were there. 

“Oh how I view this land crumbling beneath our reigns, falling to the Choisel blood that runs us deeply. As I have promised ma’lady, we are here together, alone as we have been in death. Your awakening has suffered you enough. Tonight, I want you to feast. Feast on the blood of man, woman and child as you desire so that you may return to me the Tatia I once knew. Tonight, we shall celebrate our reunion, your unborn rebirth and ultimately, our coming matrimony.”

@Eternity

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Three days prior:

Looking up to the moon listening to the sweet words that left Leinhart’s lips, talk of the crimson moon ran red with the blood of those who they would conquer was enticing. With the promise that they would spend time together finally alone, Tatia was eager to walk the streets of this new place.

She only knew what little Lein had shared with her, but the promise to feast on whoever she wanted while in this place had a type of allure. With her rebirth to the world of the living, to Valucre, her hunger was hard to satisfy.

The lights of this cyberpunk city had her distracted, only her hand entwined with Leinharts kept her tethered to the reality that was Martial Town. Taking in the sights as they walked, her mind distracted with only his voice filling the void as she drank in all the visuals. Tatia would get the chance to run free in the city streets with her love, to drink the blood straight from its source.

“Oh Leinhart, you have no idea how excited I am”

Her voice seemed distant to her, as the clicking of her heeled boots carried a tune to her voice. Finally she would be able to unleash her true nature in ways that can only be appreciated as intimately as possible.

Prior to their arrival all luggage and other necessary items had been sent ahead to the place in which they would be taking up residence for the time being, giving them the needed freedom to take in the sights of such an enticing town.

@Etched In Stone

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Added reference to Tatia's current attire.

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"Please enlighten me, darling."

Even if there were citizens on the curbside walking, conversing, or just in the streets he didn't bother to glance in their direction. No, far too entertained with his Countess and her virgin innocence as this now was solely their time and only their time. Leinhart couldn't recall last seeing her so delighted to be out and about from their Choisel estate away from the norms that existed for vampires of their nature. Fortunately for Him she was not fastidious as his prior wanderlust wife traveling the atlas, indulging in the finer things he provided admiring Tatia for her complete polar oppositeness. Staring into her icy eyes he branded yet, another gentle smile. A small storefront captured his gaze in their passing, on the face of it's windows had a man dressed in a suit and tie alongside a woman in an elegant rose red blouse obviously this was an unisex clothing store. Surprisingly, even though it was past dark the place was still open. They stopped abruptly glancing through the windows of the tailor - out of very little belongings he brought, he forgot to grab his favorite wash black felt fedora. Oddly enough, this place of business appeared to be the only one with it's lights on despite a motel on the other side of the street, and a grocery store. 

"Would you like to look around my dear?"

The front doors to the establishment went ajar with the alarm of a bell hanging above to signal whenever customers walked in and out. Still hand-in-hand with her his artic gaze glanced over the display of mannequins scattered about the quaint tailor. While he was searching for something in particular, he gave chance at the wares the store owner had to offer. After finding his selection removing a large brimmed black felt hat from the shelf it rested, Leinhart waited patiently for Tatia to do her shopping only if she dear so pleased. There was an older fellow behind the register unsure of exactly what the couple were doing at a time of night such as this, but like any old regular customer of the male's he stood and watched from afar from a small television monitor that undoubtedly programmed itself as the store's surveillance, a hand beneath the counter held on the grip of his ordinary 9 millimeter pistol. The fear brewing from the man was evident and though the Choisel pureblood smelled his anticipation he had been worried the least, placing the fedora onto his head full of ash black hair and walked towards the register once his beloved counterpart had found something she liked, or simply wished not to purchase any thing. Yet, who said they were buying anything? They were there to look around weren't they?

@Eternity

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“This place is full of life, a kind of life much different than our own. We can indulge in the things that drive the people here, and much more.” A grin formed over her red painted lips, her icy blues glowing with the possibilities that laid before them in Martial Town. Although it didn’t seem that much was alive at the hour in which they walked the streets of this town, Leinhart found life in a small shop that stood across from a motel of sorts.

Stopping in her tracks she watched as her beloved moved to the window of the shop, peering inside at all that seemed to be hidden behind the glass. The store itself seemed mediocre, not a place Tatia would often find herself shopping in. She was more of an antique type woman, but she would indulge his curiosities.

“Yes, lets take a look.”

Maybe Tatia would be surprised with what was hidden in the walls of this establishment, the possibilities were endless. Given the chance of adventure, she stepped through the threshold of the establishment watching as Lein moved around looking a hat or two. Shrugging her shoulders lightly, Tatia moved to look through the women’s clothing that was neatly displayed.  Her fingers carefully brushed lightly over the different materials of clothing, shaking her head lightly walking to rejoin Leinhart.

“I don’t wish to purchase anything, my love. “ Looking at what he had chosen, she smiled as she knew he was partial to the fedora back home.

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“I don’t wish to purchase anything, my love. “

 

Leinhart's was at the register a pair of brilliant goldenrod eyes examining the old 50's human scrap by time Tatia came to realize there was nothing she already didn't have yet in finer fabrics. An expanse collection of the finest lines from Italian, French, Persian designers throughout the centuries all in the Chateau's quarter of Her Bourdoire. Should the victim begin to feel less in control and more detached from his own mind and spirit, the Elder's indomitable hypnosis would intrude into the portholes of his subconscious. The fool clenching his pistol beneath the register would untense his grip of the firearm unaware of doing so. The anxieties of being robbed by the couple were no longer a worrisome and all he could do was obey. The invocation of fear not only influenced the Tailor's behaviors to bend in favor, but to sentiments as He did so without paying consequence.

"And bags these up, my kind man."

Placing said item upon the counter along a red scarf he unraveled from the mannequin's neck, instead the polyester fabric was tossed over his own neck were it remained for the duration of their store-stop. Truth be told he had begin to feel the need to saturate His self, the old hag was not one that was on the intended meal list for right now. As far as the footage surveilling the activity within this crime-infested slum, it was immediately to be seized or destroyed, or both. The hat now bagged and handed to the Count in which he took with a hand of honor the small VHS tape was also at this time, removed from the television box and giveth to the Countess Tatia in a cassete dated for all of today's footage, customers and whatnot. Leinhart shifted his gaze from the fleeting human pitied in his unworthy, diseased, and aged vitality, so did his brilliant goldenrod eyes revert to their Vampiric icy blues tainted by evils far greater than the existences known to man retrospectively. 

"Let us find you something more endearing then, shall we?"

He delighted another kiss bestowing upon the soft flesh of just gently on her forehead, he was adored by His words to Her always reinsured by her Older twin. Yet he feared for his eternity to continue to pass, they were from the same Blood and Soul she one day would overthrown His Coven against her own. That one day she may in fact become, his greatest adversary in fate.

 In unison they would step as their hands regathered naturally, own their own like separate halves to the one whole. To where they were to be off to next was uncertain, however back into the darkness filled streets would they remerge - maybe a meal, public outing somewhere, or still float about the city nightlights in rejoice and attract their stalks as they came? It was dreadfully unknowing for the residents of Martial Town.

@Eternity

 

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Although it didn’t appear that the man was under much stress against the will of Leinhart, Tatia knew better as she could smell the gunpowder and metallic of the gun the man had gripped so tightly under the counter of the shop. Paying no mind to her brother handling the situation, she felt the tension slip away with the free will of the shop owner. Turning her icy blue eyes to the tape that was being handed to her, she smiled looking at how it was labeled.

These patrons would never be recorded in a place such as this, a business that couldn’t even stand against the shops in France, and Italy. Places of old, places of such history that catered to the oldest of their kind, to families of their kind.  

Stepping away from Leinhart with the cassette tape in her hand, she slid the weird plastic box into the handbag she carried over her shoulder. With their taping carefully secured in her bag, she knew that later the film would have to be burned. Masking any crime, they may have committed in this weird but tantalizing town they visited.

Unsure they would be able to find anything that would satisfy Tatia’s fashion taste, she looked down as their hands instinctually embraced one another. Still adjusting to the amount of attention Lein was giving her, Tatia felt a smile spread over her face as they left the shop behind.

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"I haven't forgotten our Nuptial of Vitality, Surioara. Cenușa în cenușă, din praful pe care ni l-am manifestat."

While he spoke in a more selective dialect of Romanian which he was also well-versed in, it was true His words of their origins. From what seemed a small quote was actually no falsity to their kind, their existence. They'd arise until the last civilization of mankind and all creatures of the universe were exterminated. Tatia's resurrection comprised of this, His soul, and Pureblood vitality. They had all the time in the World to do what thy pleased these next few days and while only an hour or so passed, it seemed Cyberpunk City was now just waking up. Rather the residents were nocturnal or so it appeared, the couple strolled into the tenebrous street matrimonially hand-in-hand.

 "Te iubesc atât de mult încât mi-am rupt cele nouă coaste pentru a-ți da creația. "

Tis' was also another confession so-to-speak of His. In order for the carnate His life transfer required the sacrifice of nine souls and nine of His ribs to been plunged by the hands in Pureblood. It was in that right she became a representation of not Leinhart, but Him of the Crows, Kronos of the Thirsty an entity that was the father to his supernatural eternity yet also, an embodiment and in flesh of the Choisel Patriarch. Almost every apartment building in the neighborhood of a sixty foot range now had their lights on and the vicinity was lit in an alluring neon glow. The freaks come out at night, right? A baby's cry echoed from an open window of a random apartment slightly to the West of the storefront. Random voices break the pleasant silence of the street, a few drunk partiers hanging out in the city nightlights toasted for the eve. Scanning the vicinity close to their traveling distance Leinhart held his sister's hand firmly, like they were bound to be separated for an eternity to come; starving for entertainment, a rush for some Blood, a feast for the night one would speculate. The talons that were His fingers puncture through the flesh of her hand in His excitement, knowing his first kill of the night was soon near to transpire. 

"Tu ești sângele meu, sufletul meu și undeath Tatia mea. A trecut mult prea mult timp, că am cutreierat o eternitate fără tine. În seara asta, voi face totul până la tine."

@Eternity

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The dialect of Romanian Lein spoke to her made her feel warm inside, a reminder of where they truly came from. Giving their entwined fingers a squeeze, she smiled watching the city as it started to come to life around them as they walked. The sounds of a baby in the distance in an apartment above them caught her attention, a thought of bringing life into a world like this fascinated her. Her eyes traveled to the different lights in signs that decorated the side streets, the people who walked alone or with a partner laughing or talking carried her attention. 

Leinhart’s confession in romanian brought her memory to life of the days of old, the grand gestures that were made then were much more romantic. Now she was ready to take on this city of night life with him hand in hand, show the citizens what it truly meant to be a creature of darkness. With her voice soft enough for him to hear, her words came out in that familiar dialect. “Am așteptat mult timp să aud această mărturisire. Te iubesc și vreau să te îmbrățișez într-o fântână de sânge, care aduce viața.”

It was no secret that Tatia had an appetite beyond many others in their coven, her resurrection brought her to life with much to be sated. 

 

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An obscured park was hidden by barely lit, flickering lights that hung the street poles which was odd how this area seemed to be the only unlit section of the next few blocks, even. With the newly purchased fedora on his head, Leinhart finger tipped the hat to cover his mysterious eyes from any onlookers.

“Ohh, how I love you so much girl.”

If only he knew how much their love would cost. In hot blooded romance a couple sat on a bench kissing and groping each other down, they wouldn’t notice Choisel and his Matriarch encroaching upon them. While his instant predatory response was to more attuned to leaping through the night on their bodies and rake down his claws across their flesh until they were completely eviscerated. In this moment he paused to admire the Amour between the humans and their last moments of fleeting life, dubious to the fact they were being stalked in their occupied enamor.

Leinhart faced Tatia with slight satisfaction about his grin his tongue slithered toward the edge of the mouth exposing an uncanny devilish fang. The Elder Vampire licked the air slowly in a breath of desperation, his icy gaze narrowed furthering from the brim of the fedora on their male, then onto the woman observing in fixation as the couple pursued in their late night engagement. Without needing to consume the life forces of their blood he tasted it's richness from afar, cringing for more as he’d slightly blemish or so it’d appear as his blue eyes engulfed into scarlet reds of burning desire for flesh. In the blink of an eye the next progressing forward step vanished the Pureblood from physical sight with his sister as he traveled into the surrounding night. A veil of darkness consumed Leinhart and Tatia from the street corner between this living realm and the Underworld. The veil while it was an otherwordly curtain, a dividing point for the seen and unseen, the known and unknown, or the time bound and timeless, it was also a gateway to the Nether realm of which imprisoned souls roamed. Many in which would tremble hearing the name of Choisel and their Pureblood lineage, the realm he resurrected the Countess.

“Well, well, well....”

Flashing into existence not even a second later from the Veil Tatia still clenched the embrace of his right hand, the twins would remerge at the bench now side by side of the couple that were trading kisses. In a panic of unimaginable fear and terror Leinhart’s voice shattered their moment of private intimacy. From the their lungs they'd scream and cry for a savior, sprouting from their mounts on top of the other to find out heroes didn't exist, or atleast tonight they was no calling to answer in the darkest hour. For the Devil and his Demoness was now amongst them and their final moments.

@Eternity

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She could smell them from where they stood, her eyes could see them through the veil of darkness that surrounded them as they made love with their mouths. Tilting her head as if to make it easier to hear their blood pulsing through their veins, Tatia could already feel their warmth in her hands. Leinhart seemed to be overwhelmed with the excitement of a live meal before them, the perfect moment to allow them to share in this moment of satiating their hunger. 

It was as if the town planted the right trap to lure in the couple, so little light in such an off the trail place. A park was always a great place to meet their new meal, but also remind them of what they could have together in more time. Breaking the otherworldly veil at the behest of her Leinhart, Tatia enjoyed how they moved to meet their meal. 

With Lein breaking the bond between their hands to launch himself at the couple, their screams echoing in the emptiness of the park. Icy blue orbs peered through the loose strands of dark hair, watching as the couple scrambled over one another. As much as she enjoyed the taste of the fear on the air, she didn’t want to risk getting the attention of passerbyers. 

Moving with the same speed as her brother, she caught the eyes of the man with her own. Like a spider with a fly in her web, the man met her eyes falling into a trance. Only the woman’s screams were left to be heard, but that too would come to an end with Tatia reaching out with her right hand to touch the chin of the woman. Forcing the woman to make eye contact, only breaking it with the man a moment. “Shhhh my lovelie..” Her words rolled off her tongue in such a sensual almost comforting tone, and like that the woman stopped. Lifting her other hand to grab the man’s belt, she would turn to meet his dulled stare. “No more screaming, come with my brother and I. We promise you both..” Meeting the gaze of the woman to ensure her entrapment. “A very lovely time..” 

Letting her eyes move to meet the red stare of her brother, she flashed a grin. “Lein, calm yourself. You rush. Lets enjoy them, lets play with them.” The look she gave him was not one of pleading, but a look of knowing that IS what she was going to do. 

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“You are, absolutely right beloved.” 

Indeed, he’d have his fun alright. 

Leinhart allowed himself to recollect, murdering these folk out in public was not the best rational decision though the monster within wanted to satiate his thirst right then, and there. Tatia was right in essence, unnecessary attention was in fact just unnecessary. A blink of his eyes settled their bloodlust and hunger, the serenity in his glare returned and his icy hues now poured onto the couple surrendering themselves in desperation. The male on the other hand, while Tatia was calming the girlfriend in vampiric oppression the dude thought he could make a run for things despite Leinhart standing in his way. He hopped onto his feet and dashed to the side of the bench unguarded. This guy really had the audacity to leave his girl behind - or die trying. Just when he thought he got far enough to believe he was safe from the Choisels, his form froze dead-center in the middle of the road. He had no clue as to what occurred, or what was preventing his escape. Leinhart had yet to turn and face the man aware of what just occurred. From his own shadowy cast provided by nightfall, a tendril of solidified darkness extended itself to the man’s right foot nearly, immobilizing him in place. The man could barely move around and see what happened, he was but a statue now under the street lights in more unease and panic. Leinhart slowly shifted to get a look of him, on heels of his boots and hysterical laughter he cocked his neck towards the black sky with a single hand resting flat on his chest. In this moment the city seemed to echo with his insidious howl. Lowering his gaze to the man trying to break from the grip of his construct. That’s when the couple realize in fact these Purebloods that appeared as humans were far more darker beings, something people only heard in stories, seen on television, or was warned about by the churches.  

Demons were real, Vampires were alive and though the city had never witnessed such abominations - these two people had first-live accounts that they did exist and they were not solely fictional beings. The man could no longer run forward, yet still had function over minor limbs such as the neck, hands and feet. Tatia on the other hand handled the situation differently in her poisonous allure and tainted persuasion over the girl almost instantly, calming her as she commanded. The Dark Dominion had not moved another inch in his witness of this, a pleasant grin revealed itself jaggedly with the exposure of his fangs. As always, she adored toying with her gains before killing it. On the other hand, the Choisel Patriarch preferred his victories short and sweet without the need of foreplay.

”Where do you expect to run off towards, boy? Did you think you could really escape me? Do you know who I am?! You’re maker knows my name very well, I guarantee,”

The more he continued to fight and scream, the less moblity he was provided. Soon, he found his mouth inevitably sewed shut bestowing unnatural presence onto the man under Leinhart’s vampiric influence. Excess skin from around his lips tear and contort pulling from the orofacial areas, cutting, twisting, and reshaping itself into thread-like cords of flesh before his own eyes. Not only would he be impacted by the amounts of pain in the process, but his lips would begin bleeding profusely from the removed areas of flesh. All hope of being rescued by such horrendous natures was soon lost. The man screamed beneath his clenched teeth in mumbles only to hear himself in reverberation through the ears.

“Tell me, where is your maker now?” 

The situation turned from simple and sweet, to grave and dangerous over the matter of moments. Leinhart was no longer impressed by Tatia’s works of dark magic, his eyes narrowed in deeper on the example of the man flashing their very red existence again in resentment for the human who valued his own life more than that of his lady friend. A lift from his left leg this time would vanish Leinhart back into the shadows as he took a single forward step. The man fought his way to face the rear side of him, somehow, searching the dark for the Pureblood, but in that very same instant remerged the Kronos of the Thirsty just inches from being face-to-face. He had now locked his eyes onto the pale creature of the night in trembles. The six foot seven behemoth towered his form and the shadows that licked beneath him. Tears soon began to roll down his face and it was evident then, the man knew death was near. 

“I, Leinhart Choisel am your god. There is no savior, only death and rebirth.” 

Releasing the hold on his shadow, the man despairingly fell to his limbs and bowed to the Elder Vampire. Yet, little did he know it only began. It only began.

@Eternity

Edited by Etched In Stone

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