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[Aiden Le'tharos]

Aiden had been spending more and more time in the new world as they called it. The colonists always seemed to have the best booze and the best of women though the food was not to great. He was worried that some might realize that he was not what most thought he was. The people down here had a rich accent not French but not English either, something in between such as a hybrid of the languages.

Although much of the culture was very French and very much African there just seemed to be too much of a blending of cultures here. He was watching the people who seemed to go about their business around the city buying services from prostitutes performing the black arts out in the middle of the city and getting drunk on so many various kinds of toxins. How foolish they were to think that they were safe here at night.

The beasts and the creepers and night walkers were out right now and Aiden could smell them, taste them, feel them. As he walked they watched from the shadows and merely bowed down on one knee. Most could tell by reputation alone who this person was. And most of them would not dare attack him, it would be foolish to do so and would mean death.

As he walked he almost demanded the attention of those around him. His dark mystique and mysterious appearance made women swoon over him by the dozens. Some stopped what they were doing just to watch him, prostitutes begged him to be with them, even willing to go without pay. This of course was because of the pheromones male vampires unknowingly release into the air causing females to be almost hypnotized by it.

Watching closely as they seemed to swirl around him he merely waved them off as if they were nothing to him. His interest was not in these women tonight, such disgusting creatures who offer what is supposed to be sacred for substances that cloud their minds. Tch, he had no doubt these were also servants of a vampire in the area to make himself rich or get laid when he needed to. Such disgusting habbits of his brethren out here.

He would be venturing back to Europe in the coming months to make his way back to his homeland and claim the throne. He was the rightful Heir to the Dracul coven and he would take it from his brother by force if need be. He would bring his coven into a new era and stop playing age old games that his brother and father had been doing. This was a time of revolution a time of new thought and new prosperity.

Walking into a rather unique bar which was full of people. As he walked through the door he instantly caught the scent of blood and looked around the area to see where the delectable scent was coming from. A delicious looking woman in a scarlet red dress sat at the table drinking a substance that was slightly amber colored. A substance such as that was nothing compared to the taste of blood and this woman looked delicious. He did not indulge on Human blood very often but he would tonight at the very least. The Only question left was how was he going to manage to get her into the feeling of being comfortable near him, well that would all too soon be revealed.

[Dominique du Croix]

Mortals, how fragile they were. And yet, how very easily they seems to grow in number. Though most of them were lusty, greedy, gluttonous creatures, Dominique enjoyed them. She enjoyed their touch, their scent, their smell. The lot of them reproduced like rabbits, often birthing several children one right after the other -- Not that she could say much about that, as her mother had done the same. Nevertheless, they provided quite the entertainment on some nights. This night, she decided, would be one of them.

Years had passed since she had ventured back to France, but her rolling countryside’s calls never made Dominique homesick. This ‘New World’, this ‘New Orleans’ made her right at home amongst the nouveau French born and raised in this colony. Their French wasn’t quite right, accented with a little something often heard as ‘Creole’. Their blood was a treat, though occasionally she would take to the slaves who were out wandering at night. Poor lost souls.

This particular night was something special. Dominique had yet to figure out just what made it so special, but figured that it had something to do with the tingling that was sent across her skin, up her spine, in her scalp. It was a sensation incomparable to any other, even her own death. She pondered many situations, many causes, but always came up short. The last thing she thought of was that perhaps this gift-curse she had been giving didn’t truly offer immortality, and that perhaps she was finally dyeing, but gave up on this thought soon, distracted by a pretty young gentleman.

Fop, was the better word for it. He was dressed in the silks, satins, and laces that called for it, his hair pulled up, a powdered wig upon his head, his face painted like a china doll. Underneath all of that, she was willing to bet that he was a rather handsome young boy, and found herself irked at the latest fashions, though they hadn’t changed all that much in the last hundred years. Men wearing makeup just seemed to ridiculous. Her brows furrowed, but only for a second, which would easily go unnoticed by the boy. Soon, Dominique was smiling her demure smile. The boy started across the street to her... Already she had decided to make this boy her entertainment for that night. Just as his overdone foot stepped down onto the dirty cobblestone, the tingling washed over her skin. This tore Dominique’s attention away from the young boy, and with the racket of a passing cart, she was gone, leaving the boy in the streets, confused as to where his momentary Madame had gone.

From within the dark alleyway, she watched as the boy lifted his hand to his head, feigned a bit of dramatic confusion, and moved onto the next woman who caught his fancy. She smiled, ever-so-slightly at the ridiculousness of it all, then turned her attention upon the building beside her. Her head tilted somewhat, in very animal-like way as she eyes narrowed within the dark. Somewhere behind her, rats were scratching away, writhing about, looking for scraps of food. Dominique wrinkled her nose to think about the things she had been forced to feed upon during her venture to this place, and vowed that so long as she could help it, she would save trips like that for as long as she could.

Stepping out of the alleyway quickly, being noticed as little as she could, she made her way toward the little bar she had been standing next to. She could hear the sound of many a drunken man, and the whispers of his whores over the gently floating music. A gentle, inviting smile quickly spread across her lips, and she moved inside, paying little attention to those around her. The dress she wore that day, a fine thing composed of finer materials in ivory and blue, floated about her small form and gave off the impression of gliding as she stepped daintily and quietly across the floor, perhaps casting a demure glance at someone who’s eyes she felt upon her.

Tonight was for pretending to be human, again. Just long enough to catch someone in her deadly web, as a Black Widow does a fly, and take from them what she needed. She sat herself at a table near the back, where she would be able to keep an eye, discretely, upon those around her. Her second mission for that night was to find out what that damnable tingling sensation was caused by, because it had settled at the base of her neck. Reaching a hand up, she slid her slender fingers over her jawline, carefully to the back of her neck, only to let her hand fall again to her lap as she waited for someone, anyone to distract her. It was starting to drive her absolutely mad!

[Aiden Le'tharos]

Aiden sat quietly contemplating his meal before him and before he could make a move at all several things occurred all right after the other. First off a loud bunch of rogue vampires foolish seemed to enter the Bar. "Filthy trash..." he mutters to himself as they seemed intoxicated on their own pheromones and alcohol. He did not really care for any vampire born out of a bloodline and he wondered what would occur next and who would he have the pleasure of witnessing.

Another moment later a female vampire walked into the bar. Most likely another a free vampire not bound to a coven. However these creatures of the night most times had no morals and were watering down bloodlines. Not to mention most times they acted on carnal desires without finesse, and precise choosing. They would feast on prostitutes whose blood was filled with foreign substances and booze.

Quietly moving towards the woman in scarlet he was about to make his move against her before the drunken rogue stepped up to him and started to talk to him "What the hell do you think your doin?" he asks in a vulgar French accent slightly distorted by booze and blood. "This one is mine" he says and grabs the woman who seems to look at him in terror and then Aiden stands up and attempts to walk away.

As he moves away the man picks up a bottle and throws it at him from behind. Before the bottle even comes close to him in an instant it seems to shatter. One who had payed attention could have seen the motions if they looked hard enough and if their eyes were well trained. The silver sword rested gently in its scabbard at his side and it seems as it it had not moved at all however that was untrue. Using the speed and agility he had been taught to use he was able to strike the bottle in three places causing it to shatter before it got to him.

Before the man could remove his pistol from the belt at his side he turns into a fine powder of dust on the floor. The speed at which Aiden attacked was incredibly fast and a drunken vampire who was to damn stupid to realize who he was fucking with could not even begin to match it. Such trash as that was not a problem for him to handle alone, as he did not count them on the same level as he anyways not quite a vampire. He looked at the woman and offered a smile to ease her mind seeing she was frightened out of her mind being half covered in ash.

Raising one hand and saying only "Sleep" he managed to cause her to fall asleep almost instantly and lay her on the ground. Being able to use several of his powers to the full extent would make him difficult to beat in a fight. He wondered how far Kaiden had come as far as strength. Being a leader meant that Kaiden would have to become the strongest of the coven to prove himself worthy so just how far did his little brother push himself. Either way, when Aiden returned to Romania he would find the Coven and Reclaim his rightful place. His eyes glinted softly as he passed the female vampire on his way out only turning to look at her once.

[Dominique du Croix]

All had been quiet -- Or relatively such, anyhow. The harlots whispered their fake sweet nothings into the ear of whichever man had bought her company that night, men argued over things from money to politics, though that seemed to be a great redundancy in those days, and a soft drifting piano could be heard adding noise to the little rush. Dominique, from her back table, observed the goings on with a silent smile perched pleasantly upon her lips. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap, and if one didn’t look to close, she could easily be mistaken for a statue, only moving when addressed occasionally by a curious passer by. “I am waiting.” She would say sweetly, and then cast a glance toward the door to make it that much more believable.

She had pushed the tingle to the back of her mind, where it could be forgotten for a short while. Her eyelids drifted closed, hiding away from the world her curiously colored oculars, and she sighed. She sat like that for a long while, a young woman’s patient face her damning mask. Her lips were a gentle pink color, moist and warm. They whispered ‘I am yours for the taking’ without a word, and this worked well for Dominique. The unnatural attraction, the dark gift, whatever one chose to call it; She had it.

Though there had been arguments happening the entirety of the time spent within these walls, one happened to be particular loud. A man at the bar was yelling, slurring his words, at another. The former seemed of a lower class than the latter, judging by his mannerisms and dress. He was a brutish thing, larger than the average man in these times, and not very attractive to boot. Dominique frowned, and shifted in her seat with a feminine sniff. Just as she was about to turn her attention away, something extraordinary occurred: A fight! Though it was not ladylike to interest herself in such a thing, she gave into the curiosity that had always been there in life as it had in death and turned her blue eyes back upon the scene.

But it only got better! The gentleman --shall we call him? -- moved with lightning-quick speed and within moments time had destroyed the others without blinking an eye. Dominique smiled a knowing smile and sat back, casting a quick glance about, finding that most of the woman around had taken to pressing their hands against their chests, shocked at such a terrific display of violence. So, she mocked them, looking almost human herself. Her slender little hand over her breast, her eyes wide. It was what she did, pretended to be human so as to better blend in. It made catching prey more easy... and more fun. Not to mention, raising suspicion to oneself in these times was not a wise idea. The gentleman who had with such ease destroyed the others had obviously never been chased by pitchforks and torches -- Or at least heard such stories.

Dominique watched him pass, her eyes following his every fluid movement. Perhaps the patrons of this little bar had missed most of his movements, but to her eyes, every movement was caught, ever sound. As he passed her, she smiled at him, her eyes narrowing in a mischievous glint. She noted that he looked back at her as he exited, and a great curiosity rose in her. She wanted to follow him, to speak with him, because within her mind she knew him to be the same as she: A vampire.

[Aiden Le'tharos]

Aiden straightened his jacket and walked amongst the streets. The dark figures who knew him well by the stature and repuation of this person did well enough to stay away from him. The son of the Fifth King of Romania, and the son of the Former master of the Dracul Coven. Aiden Le'tharos Dracul was one whom was not to be tempted no matter what. In situations where he was tempted the person doing the tempting would often leave without a limb and seldom with their life.

As he walked into the dark shadows he was being followed by several Vampires. Whom he knew had something of an interest as to why the head of the Dracul Coven was here in New Orleans. As he moved into an alleyway the several Vampires dropped down into the shadows from the roofs and looked at those eyes which seemed to glow a brighter red than most. "What is it you want" Aiden remarks looking at them his eyes focused and it stared holes into their very beings.

"Lord Aiden, several of us left the Coven in search of you many years ago. We have come here to ask of you that you return to the Coven as the rightful Heir. With the chain broken the Coven is falling into chaos, many bad things have been occuring since your leave" says one who now gets on one knee and bows. "I am not your Lord, you serve my brother Kaiden do you not?" Aiden asks with a glint in his eyes wondering what Kaiden had done to cause the coven to search for Aiden.

"Sire! Your people are being destroyed because of your brothers foolishness. He refuses to see that the Lycans are becoming a threat to our kind not to mention the humans who seemingly have psionic and magic capabilities. These are not like the old days and your Brother refuses to acknowledge that!" says another one who speaks out of turn and the one who is kneeling glances back at him as if to say "Shut the fuck up" but remains quiet.

"You must understand that the Coven killed my mother. I know of my fathers involvement in her death and know of my brothers involvement as well. I do not remain out here because I fear for my own life, but for those who would support me. If the coven knew you came after me no doubt they would send people to kill you to make sure your search is in vain" Aiden says looking at them and placing a hand on the shoulder of one of them. "I tell you this, there will be a time when I return to the Coven however that time is not now" he says and moves past them.


He then walks into the main street again and notices as the four of them leave in a rush. He continues to walk and soon comes to a nice little dark park having the feeling that he is being followed by someone else. He sits quietly on the bench and closes his eyes letting himself relax yet keeping his other sense aware of the approaching presence.

[Dominique du Croix]

People panicked, mostly doting over the woman who seemed to, by magic, fall unconscious. Dominique knew, and was perhaps the only person in the place, what was going on. Her multihued eyes are as large as those around her, and she stared out across the crowd. A smile quickly formed on her lips, and as quickly as she came, she exited.

The night’s cool air was welcome after being within an enclosed space with so many warm bodies around. Her lips parted ever-so-slightly, and she took in a sharp breath. Something was not right. She smiled, the tips of her fags pressed against her bottom lip, but not quite exposed. Bowing her head to the moon, she took a step, and instantly her dainty boot-clad feet started carrying her toward her next destination, wherever that happened to be.

With her hands folded over the front of her dress, she kept her eyes upon the ground in front of her, and her ears open wide. The two centuries that she had managed to pass without losing her mind entire had brought to her a bit more power, and a few more gifts. She remembered that even during that first night of her death, her hearing and eyesight were more sharp and powerful than could be described in words. Better even, than perhaps a cat’s or a bird’s. She remembered it being frightening, that she swore to herself that she would wake that night in a cold sweat to find herself perfectly safe in her bed. She was wrong. Dead wrong.

A sigh passed over her lips and she stopped moving for a moment, listening to the sounds of rustling cloth, the familiar sounds of scurrying rodent feet. A sudden clattering brought a cart whizzing by, the sound of drunken laughter filling her senses, and then back to those quite sounds. Murmurs her, whispers there, and then... Something strangely different. Dominique took a swift look about and quickly vanished into a dark alleyway. Taking hold of a wall nearby, she began crawling up it much like a spider would, until she reached the roof. With great ease, she pulled herself up onto the roof and stealthily wandered across, making sure to keep within the shadows.
Easily she could have been spotted, and that spelled nothing but trouble but these curious whispers had caught her attention. They were not mortal whispers. They held a bit of something darkly supernatural, and terrifically familiar. Pressing her shoulder to a wall, she crouched down and peered into an alleyway that was not too dissimilar to the one she had just exited. Her eyes narrowed, capturing the light from around and transferring it into something magical that allowed her to see in the dark as one does in the day. Entirely naturally. She had learned not to question anymore, but instead learn what she could.

Lycans? Oddly enough, she had never heard this word before. Most likely because she had never before met one like her -- with the exception, of course, of the one who made her. This particular night had brought to her a new knowledge, and an even greater curiosity. There were others like her, as she had suspected since day one. That she was alone as a life-taking, bloodsucking creature seemed to be an impossibility that she would not stand for. Now, she knew that she was not alone, and that there were even more than one here in New Orleans.

As the gentleman she had chanced upon earlier that night dispatched those around her with what sounded like harsh words, that familiar indescribable tingling familiar returned to her with a vengeance, ravaging every big of available flesh it could find. Dominique shivered slightly, and tried her hardest to put it to rest, watching the man walk from the group, and pass into another alley. She wandered back across the roof and allowed herself to drop soundlessly to the ground, then exited the alleyway in the most inconspicuous way possible.