<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><b><i>Niklaus Mikaelson</i></b></span></span></span>​</div><b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)"><i><u>Celse Beauchamp</u><br/>
Empty Apartment, <br/>
St. Peters Str. </i><br/>
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Celse felt an unpleasant cold yet painful sensation around her both wrist as she regained consciousness. She tried moving her arms and only then realized the sensation were a result of the chains she was restrained with. Her legs too were bounded and as she tried to stand her weak legs only brought her to her knees. </span></span></span></b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><b>She raised her head in defiance, squinting her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. Her glare were trained to a particular spot, a dark corner of the room just beside the door where she could sense her captor was. She looked down at the line of light on the floor that had come in through a crack in the thick curtain that draped over the window. She looked up at her captor and back to the light wondering whether he was vulnerable to it like most of his kinds. <br/>
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With her mouth gagged, it was impossible chanting a spell, she'd have magnified the light and watch him burn. "Ughm!! Hmmgh!!" She mumbled hoping to draw his attention. She knew the darkness did nothing to his vision, she just needed to find out if he was immune to light. <br/>
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<i><u>Klaus, <br/>
King's Way to St Peters Street.</u></i><br/>
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He took a turn into King's and drove on towards St Peters. As he approached a coffee shop at his right, his heightened senses picked up the familiar nostalgic scent of blood. He slowed down a bit as the source walk past him, a little Asian kid with a cut on his palm. There was something about the kid that made his wolf instinct stir, that predatorial instinct of the hunt. Hr dismissed it as an urge to feed and revved on. Nevertheless he made mental note to have him investigated. He was too old to know when something was out of the ordinary. <br/>
Turning into St. Peters, he could see the apartment where Celse was being held up ahead, ironically directly opposite it was St Peters Cathedral. <br/>
His mind drifts to memories from his past, to the dark ages of the church. To a specific scenario where he had tortured and finally dismembered a priest. The man was a Claviger, an informant for a werewolf pack back at Louisiana. Klaus rejected Kin. <br/>
"You can't serve God and Mammon" he quotes killing the engine. Upon stepping out, he spared the Cathedral a moment's glance, then smiling slyly he made a sign starting from his forehead. "Our Father!!" He prayed.<br/>
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Chuckling softly he headed into the apartment. <br/>
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Tagging: Sonny, Aleksi </b></span></span></span>