The Dawn of Immortality [AngelsSonata & Lythe]
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				Title: <strong>The Dawn of Immortality [AngelsSonata &amp; Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 00:50:06</strong>
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				Jeremy was perched at a table on the balcony of one of his numerous haunts, when the news arrived. A smattering of followers and admirers - mostly young vampires who wanted to piggy back him into relevance - were around him, at at the sight of Troy his attention was torn from them. The laughter fell away and his usually bright, gleaming smile was replaced by a thin line.<br><br>He flickered his blue eyes left, and eased himself up from the seat to walk toward the other vampire. They were of a height, but Jeremy was physically muscular in a way the other man wasn't. They each had black hair that was somewhat absorbed by the night, but Jeremy had pale skin drawn across a handsome face to compliment it, whereas his companion was rather plain looking. <br><br>Still, what Troy *did* have, was contacts. He was one of Jeremy's key sources of information and it was this that drew him from his drinking, partying and revelling to see what was up.<br><br>They secreted themselves into a small corner, and relied on the loud music to drown out the rest of their words, though they spoke lowly just in case. <br><br>"There's word, Jer', of a slight commotion over of Broad Street. The story goes there's a little gaggle of witches out there - a decent sized coven, pretty respectable - had a bit of a squabble." The man spoke like it was nothing, but Troy wouldn't be there at all if it wasn't something significant. Jeremy listened closely, eyes drawn to the wall as though to avoid any distractions from his plotting. The other man continued. "So one of their number has been cast out. That's rare enough, but the thing what made me think I ought to bring it to you?" <br><br>Their heads leaned toward one another. "She was lookin' for her immortality. Not to be turned, see, just the immortal part." And then parted again, to normal speaking distance. "Thought it might, y'know, interest you?" <br><br>For the first time Jeremy reacted, looking up to his friend-come-advisor and flashing a broad grin. He clasped his hand. "All that you say interests me, naturally, but this... This is gold." The handshake shifted, til Jeremy's arm was around the younger vampires shoulder, and his other arm was extended to point toward the table. "That was my spot, see. There's a couple of young humans flitting around, that I want you to have. Take my seat, drink, have a good night, ey?" <br><br>The exchanged a few more laughs, and light hearted banter, and parted as happy friends, until Jeremy was on the streets and moving fast toward the supposed upset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dawn of Immortality [AngelsSonata &amp; Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 19:39:44</strong>
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				Twenty lives. Twenty souls belonging to insignificant humans who had no clue about the wider world. If the others would see that then immortality would be in their grasp. The fools refused to see that however.<br><br>Amelia was a girl that had dreams, ideas and ambitions. She wanted to grasp immortality but was stifled and blocked by the rules and restrictions of The Covenant. Well no longer. Amelia was going to live her life and attain immortality how she was meant to attain it. If humans had to die then they would die for the sake of the future. All the things that Amelia could do with immortality. She would be able to grasp the knowledge of the ancients. Any spell would be mastered and she would use it to aid the world. But no, those pitiful fools would not aid her, they would not help her and in their ignorance they shunned her.<br><br>"The ignorant cows!" Amelia screamed into the night looking up at the blanket of black and white, the stars twinkling in the sky were clearer than Amelia had ever seen them. Sleeping underground like the mongrel werewolves that haunted the catacombs, waiting for the time to strike. Now though, Amelia was above ground. The skirt of her purple gown swaying in the breeze. She wore fishnet stockings underneath and thick leather boots. Her pale skin, almost milk white and her deep blue eyes had given Amelia the look of a vampire, something she despised. The last person to call her a vampire had spent two weeks living as a frog in Amelia's bedroom. With crimson hair Amelia walked on, walking towards the city hoping that she might find someone who had ties to historical artefacts.<br><br>As the cold wind blew through the streets Amelia sighed and shook her head. She needed to get inside and find some warmth, and get something to eat.&nbsp; There were a few clubs and bars that served to the creatures of the night and they would have some decent grub. Maybe a burger.<br><br>"Shit." Amelia breathed, pausing for a moment as she realised her predicament. She had no money on her. The red haired witch forgot to take some of her money from her quarters. There was no going back now, the guardians wouldn't let her back in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dawn of Immortality [AngelsSonata &amp; Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 20:34:51</strong>
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				Unbeknownst to the witch, she was being watched. Jeremy had made swift progress in the direction of the report, and her screaming to the heavens had only helped in his task of locating her. For a while he stuck to the shadows of alley ways, eyeing her progress before slinking back and finding another vantage on her walk. He was a little concerned; witches and vampires did not get along. Hell, vampires and pretty much *anything* didn't get along, including other vampires in most cases, but the witch-vampire rivalry was deep. Witches, in general, loathed the blood magic that some elder vampires could do; vampires loathed... Well, anything that could kill them and end their immortal lives.<br><br>So he watched, and worried, until he slowly began to accept that maybe she really was outcast. Something in the way she carried herself... Feisty, and young, and foolish, yet somehow rebellious. Maybe he would respect it, but that rather depended on how the rest of the evening went. <br><br>Still, it was enough that he deigned it time to slip out the shadows. He broke away from the easily, letting them fall from him like a cloak slipping off his shoulders. He was dressed rather formally; a white shirt, open a button more than was entirely proper, and long black trousers. He had a belt, too, and shiny black shoes. He carried himself easily and was quite clearly a vampire, with his pale skin and obvious swagger. <br><br>"You are a long way from home, Witch." He said, in a genial manner, as he slipped in alongside her. "And while I mean you no harm tonight, others just might. So, why are you out here so late and so... Divorced of your sisters?" 
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