Dark Entries. [Surprise!RP for Dealing Death]

[lothoro]

Budapest, 2084


Of what dreams do we wait
Of what silent....

Oh, please. What a load of crap, I thought, shifting through the papers on the desk. I did not often enjoy rifling through my victims things. I cared to know as little as possible about who they were as people...or monsters. I was given a name, sometimes a picture and a location. Sometimes, I was given a time. Like a shadow I would would appear, kill, and vanish into the folds of life whether it be day or night. Their curse is not my own. It makes me sigh to think that, to realize that 'they' have been dead and gone for centuries. Who is left from either Ordoghaz or The New World Coven? I do not know. I have not seen any evidence of their survival since the death of our Monarchs. One at my hand. Whatever knights that were left had either been hunted, exiled or killed in the ensuing wars of the Underworld. Rest their souls. After all I had done....seen, I took my leave of their world and ambled on in the torturous world, living too long to be happy and yet, too proud to take my own life. After all, there comes a time after countless centuries that life loses it's luster. There's only so much wonder in seeing the seasons change over and over again. I am the world's cynic. I am there. You just aren't likely to see me as I am a ghost whose memory is stuck in another time entirely. Unless, of course, it is time to swallow your last breath. Then I will ead you to the underworld.

Yes, I. I am now a man for hire when you need something...or rather, someone, taken care of. No questions. No honor. Not anymore. I am like any other animal. I feed, I fuck, I survive. I search through people's papers (paper? Who uses paper anymore?) when I am waiting for them to come to their high security homes so that I could kill them. I hear their footsteps before I hear the electronic lock open.

Welcome home. Those who are about to die, I salute you. 

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Drawing back she panted lightly. She shook her head focusing on the images. Putting them together and putting them away. Her mind was a vault with many compartments. There were things she didn't want to know but they would be there forever, like a scar she could never have.

Selene nuzzled his neck and kissed away the blood she let trickle from his throat. "Who else but you could slit my throat then be my savior?"

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"Haven't saved you yet." He muttered following the line that had been there with his thumb. It was a memory now. Everything seemed only to be a memory, he mused. But that was the plight of the vampire. One could hardly live in the moment when the moment was so fleeing as to produce little effect--like pain.

He draped his arm over her chest as he pressed her to him and just simply held her, the first time in decades. It was like falling into step with someone and yet unknown. After all, things had changed.

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She reached up, taking his face in her hands, looking into the amber eyes she dreamt of. "You once told me, I have to save myself. You aren't in this alone."

They had been sobering words coming from him. But, Lothoro had never sugar coated things with her. He spoke the truth and when she needed shaken, he had a way of shaking her to the core.

Never had she imagined she would be with him again in any fashion. Feeling him holding her brought tears to her eyes. For as hard and strong as she tried to be these last decades, she had felt very alone in the world. A simple thing like his arms around her reminded her of how cold she had been inside.

"I should have been there with you when it happened." Buy 'it' she meant the fight that ended both her mother and father's lives. "And you should have come to me, told me what was truly going on. You no longer have to protect me, you can let me in, let me help. You do not have to fight this fight alone."

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It was silent for such a long time after she spoke. He just wanted to remember this moment, allowing himself nothing but to focus on the little things like the scent of her hair, the feeling of her pressed lightly against he, the strand of hair he smoothed between his fingers. Little things.

As if he could read her thoughts, he pressed her closer, leaning his chin on her shoulder and giving the nape of her neck a kiss.

Only after the longest time he finally replied, "they were...are...your parents. I could hardly bring myself to even consider it."

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She could not stop the smile when he kissed her neck. It was so soft, so sweet, so unlike the man she had hurt so long ago. It filled her with hope.

"Before they were my parents they were your friends, your brother, your sister. As Elder of this Coven I demand that you do as I say and let me help." Her words were stern but her eyes were playful and held no malice. "You will not go this alone, no more, not while I still draw breath. Do you understand me?"

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He chuckled a bit in his throat at her directive, a warm and thoughtful smile spreading on his lips like a rising sun. "With respect," he began his words muffled by him kissing the top of her head,"I have long ago absolved myself of the coven. While I understand and respect your position within it, I no longer feel obligated to follow its leaders decree." He half-teased. It was the slight edge to his voice that denoted any serious motive behind his words. "Forgive me if I've...lost my taste for organized religion." He cynically replied, jabbing at the institution of the coven.

"It is indeed up to you which battles you choose to fight...or which ones choose to fight you." Lothoro almost managed to sound nonchalant about it. "Anyway," he went on to change the subject, "we've the matter of figuring out who wants you dead, first."

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"Then I am not asking as Elder but as a woman, just a woman, who has loved you since she was a foolish mortal girl."

Selene sighed.

"I chose you. You. And whatever fight that comes nipping at her heels."

Shaking her head she sighed. "In all honesty, I haven't a clue who wouuld want me dead."

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"That just makes it unfair." He replied with a bemused tone. Stroking her shoulders with his fingers, he thought for a moment. "Well, you can't stay here until this gets sorted out. As of right now they think that you're dead. Let's keep it that way." He maneuvered around her to get up. "Hope you haven't got any public appearances coming up." He offered his hand so that she could take his--a gesture of near decency that he hadn't displayed in well over a few decades. Honestly, he did not know what to think of it.

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"All is fair in love and war." Rising she took his hand and shook her head. "Nothing that can not wait." His extended hand was a simple gesture but one she did not think he would ever extend to her. It felt good to feel his hand in hers with out wondering if his might strangle her with it.