<span style="font-style: italic">T<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">he council</span><br/><br/>The Hall in which the council resided was huge, grand really. Statues of silver lined the entry hall, imposing in the sheer size and grandiose manner in which they were displayed. Greek Gods and Goddesses, looking down upon those who dared to enter, judging them with their silver sightless eyes. Everything about the entry hall spoke of wealth and power, true to vampire style and tradition. Lush red carpet cushioned the footfalls of the heaviest boots, least the unnatural silence that filled the area be disturbed so rudely. Past the guardian Gods the hall opened into a large single chamber, empty save for a long table made of a dark rich red, which sat atop a raised dais, set with eleven chairs. <br/><br/>The stone in which the room offered no heat, not even the impression of warmth, which suited those who were currently seated in the room. There was little warmth shared between the elven members of the council as it was and at the moment it was edging on rivaling the Arctic as they glared at Varenfeld. <br/><br/>[i]â€œLeaving a female in charge is not going to cut it. You know our laws and traditions better than most, no one will follow the bitchâ€ leaning forward his cold eyes baring down into Varenfeld, â€œThen you have the audacity to summon us, like you even have that right anymore....â€ </span>the last part said in a hiss from between his fangs. The tension rolled through the rest of the council like an electrical charge.<br/><br/>Rolling his shoulders as if to release himself from the tension another of the council rose from his seat to address Varendfeld.<span style="font-style: italic">"Now , now Liceus calm down. He must have a reason for this chaotic meeting. Just as well we were meeting anywaysâ€ </span>Another man three seats from Liceus spoke his hair was a rich black, and his eyes a dark chocolate.<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">What gives him the right?! LEAVING US AND THIS FUCKING CITY THAT WAS HIS IDEA!!!â€ </span>Liceus hissed, his fist slamming down on the table, the sounds of splintering wood heard though the table seemed to hold up against the outburst from the elder vampire.<br/><br/>As usual Varenfeld was silent as the small dispute was quickly smothered. He could give two shits what these bastards thought and had to say. They were only a means to an end nothing more and soon enough they wont even be that to him. When there was a measure of â€œcivilityâ€ again amongst the remaining council members, he spoke.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œWhoever is allowing for their fledglings to bait werewolves into a fight needs to stop it. They know it was a set up and are on the verge of going to war with us...â€</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œSo? What the fuck do we care for a couple of mangy mutts?â€ </span>Liceus snorted, getting a chuckle out of some of the other members.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œThose Mangy Mutts, as you so colorfully call them, are still beasts to be feared and respected. And if they are pissed that means that we have a big problem on our hands. Even one of my own has taken up their cause...her loyalty has never been in question until tonight...â€ </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œAm I hearing this right? The mighty Varenfled can not control a couple of dogs or his own personal little bitch? Oh this is richâ€ </span>Liceus scoffed blatantly displaying his disdain and lack of respect for Varenfeld.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œTell that bitch to heel like a good girl and we can move on to more important business. Like finding a male figure head to talk to the masses for your other bitchâ€</span><br/>Ignoring the ignorant, â€œOctavio...this cannot be ignored...â€ Varenfeld said to the other elder.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œAnd it shall not be. We shall see to it that retribution is given to the wolves. To appease them for the moment and we will look into who is calling the shots. This was not the first incident between the races, only the first to lead to a public execution. There is a force operating outside of our influence that needs to be found and snuffed out. That I am sure we can all agree upon?â€</span><br/><br/>There was a low murmuring of agreement between the members and so it was that the rest of the meeting was conducted without much more in the way of bickering. Though there was little love between the deserting vampire of the council, at least there was progress to be made.<br/>[/i]<br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/><br/>Kamora awoke from her silver soft cotton sheeted bed with a long sigh. The moon had just risen and now she was going to have to face what laid before her. A city strewn into chaos. The silk see through night dress hung loosely around her perfect ice like body with soft light hair falling just past her shoulders. She was now trying to allow it to grow out which she hadnâ€™t let happen for over a century. Itâ€™s about time she gets her long hair back.<br/><br/>Her eyes glanced at the shadowâ€™s in her dark room. A man was leaning in the corner of her room with his arms folded over his chest and bright green eyes glowing in the darkness. "Darnel what a pleasure to see you watching over me." She licked her bright red lips as her feet stepped forward an inch closer to him. "Now what brings you here? Shouldnâ€™t you be watching your mistress?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Miss Sanchez get dressed."</span>Darnel spoke in a manner as if it was an order but was careful to leave his tone as a suggestion. He snapped his head towards the wall being the ever present gentleman. It was no secret that her Darnel was trying to win the affection of Lady Aria Capitolia. This was a match that Kamora actually liked and would support. Considering Darnel was second in command of the death stalkers as well as a prince or a pure blood.<br/><br/>"Yes..whatever." She walked towards her dresser without ever switching on a light switch. Vampire eyes were good like that, and yanked the top draw from her red oak dresser that screamed wealth. Her hands grabbed a nice black tank top, and some blue hip hugging jeans. She didnâ€™t bother with a bra, then quickly raked a brush through her hair. Till she felt good. Then she turned to see Darnel taking a step closer to her his hands now at his side. " Is there a reason for this rush?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"It is not a rush Miâ€™Lady but it is importantâ€¦it awoke me from my night with Aria of which â€¦..There seems to be some trouble brewing in her work place that Varenfeld would snuff out if he knows about. But there are more important matters."</span>He bowed down on one knee as if Kamora was a queen. Well to the death stalkers she may be but she hardly likes the formality.<br/><br/>"Darnel..please." She waved a hand for Darnel to rise. "Please stop with the formalities. Now what issues do we have more important than Ariaâ€™s problems at her work place?" Obviously she was planning on figuring out the issues but the fact that she was pretty sure the gun slinging princess could handle herself made it easier for her to over look the issue.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Lady Sarye . The city is in an uproar they think that Varenfeld has left for good, and are causin</span>g chaos. Dogs are fighting with vampires. Or werewolves as I and you might refer to them." Darnel was much like her in his prejudices. He only refers to werewolves as Dogs if it is a civilian matter that way they canâ€™t be claimed as dog lovers. However , She didnâ€™t mind being called a dog lover..hell they could call her whatever they wanted but she would still be a death stalker.<br/><br/>"They think Sarye will order mass murder on werewolves?" It was an idea and a fear that Kamora had of Sarye. She was so blood thirsty for powerâ€¦and the only reason she could see the queen bitch being so thirsty for it is to force the werewolves off of her "land." Of course Varenfeld would never leave such a power hungry bitch in powerâ€¦even thoughâ€¦to make that statement false he did.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Itâ€™s a possibility but I doubt it. However you should get around to at least looking over the city, and visiting Sarye. Two tasks that could highly render you for the dayâ€¦but keep your words in your head." </span>Then just like Darnel was gone considering vampire speed. She heaved a sigh, and walked to where her gun rested on a little corner table, next to her keys, and then left her house. Making sure to lock it. The night was now ahead of herâ€¦and it seemed dark all of a sudden.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">Lucretia listened to the sweet words that Kyle spoke knowing in the back of her mind that they would be killed if they were caught. The night had never seemed so lovely and yet a bitter sadness bit at her. That she could never be with him, nor touch him this way, nor show how much she loved him. Simply because she is a created and would be killed on the spot. They were so afraid of impureness it sickened her. Kyle kept going on and on about how he wanted to be able to see the sun. Well she was pretty sure she was seeing the sun just by looking at him. Her hands wanted to caress him, to touch him, to love him. But that was forbidden. <br/><br/>All too soon Kyle got up , glancing at her, and how she put distance between them. "[i]The sun will be rising soon, and I need sleep. Lets get home." </span>With that he walked her back to their solitary work place, and then went to sleepâ€¦with her in his arms. This meant trouble of courseâ€¦.<br/>[/i]<br/>The mourning couldnâ€™t come soon enough, and they had been so out of the loop that when she awoke and went to work. She saw Aria already working fivorously. This was a bad sign since Kyle was still sleeping, and she had just got dressed. Nothing too suspicious but still it was odd to see this. "Aria , whatâ€™s going on in the outside world? It seems some traumatic event is happening." She walked over next to aria awaiting for the girl to speak. <br/></span>