The Call

[AngelofDeath]

ooc: if you want to join please post your char. on the casting call.


Rayven sighed as her limo stopped outside of Lamour Sange. It was the time of the gathering and that meant as council member she had to be on her best behavior.

It wouldn't do for a council member to be seen fighter with the lower ranks. As her door was open she stepped out into the cool night air and said, "Don't forget my bags."

For right now she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, no need to be foremal yet. She walked throught he front doors and up to the desk. Her silver sunglasses hididng the faint preturnatural glow of her eyes.

"Rayven Lunaris, checking in." She said softly. Her hair falling off her shoulder.

The desk clerk looked up visibly shaken. Rayven could smell his fear, "Ahhhh yes, here's your keys." His hand was shaking as she took it. Flashing a smile she headed for the elevator. The bell boy following behind loaded down with her bags.

Once on her floor she headed for her room and opened it. Even though humans worked and stayed in the hotel, it was owned byt the night creatures. The staff knew this and and feard them.

The bell boy stood just inside the door, "Don't worry i don't bite. I'm a wolf, you're safe from me."

Sighing the boy relaxed some and set her bags down, "is there anything else you need?"

Turning she smiled,"Not right now, don't leave the hotel after ur shift, though." She tossed him a small bundle of 50s.

He gulped and hurried out closing the door and leaving her alone. Rayven headed for the balcony and opened the sliding door. Standing on the terrace, Rayven looked out on the city and let out a howl.

It had begun.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre walked up to the Lamour Sange fresh from the hunt with one simple bag over his sholder. The smell of werewolf filled his nose and he sighed. Every time they held a meeting of the council it was always in a place heavly populated by the werewolves. He walks in and to the fronts desk putting on his shades in the process. "A room for Dimitre please." He could feel the desk clerks heart pounding and he could smell the fear pouring out from every pore on his weak mortal body. He smiles to himself as the bellhop struggles with his bag. "I forget that you mortals aren't that strong." He takes his key from the desk clerk and follow the bellhop to his room. As Dimitre opens the door the boy drops the bag with a soft thud and wipes the sweat off his brow looking a little worried. "Don't worry I just ate." He pays the boy and closes the door and checks out his room. It had a nice size coffin for him and possibly another body, the room was void of mirrors just the way he liked it and when he open the fridge he saw that it was full of blood. He knew he would drink that stuff he liked to hunt for his food and this city seemed to be a good place to hunt.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven scented Dimitre as soon as he came off the elevator. Her skin rippled as she fought the urge to change. Long ago Lycans were the protectors and servants of Vampires.

That had changed as the were began to spread out, realizing that they didn't need their undead masters to take care of them. She came off the balcony and left her room. His was across the hall and she knocked on the door. As a fellow Council member she had to greet him.

 

[therufus]

Even before she had steped out of her room he knew that Rayven was going to greet him. So as soon as he heard the knock on the door he opened it.

"Hello Rayven."
If she had not been on the council he would have never addressed her by name or even answered the door.

"Would you like to come in?"
He opens the door wide and steps out of her path into his room.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos stepped into the hotel, and glanced around. As was his preference, he wore plain black leather pants, a red silk shirt, and a black leather jack. expensive leather shoes reflected the dim light of the waiting room, and when he smiled coldly at the attendent he exposed unusualy sharp teeth.

He carried no luggage. Such things would either be provided, or he would take them by force. He would prefer force.


"Demos."

"Excuse me sir?"

"You have a room for Demos I believe. Third floor, with a minibar."

"First name sir?"

At the cold look Demos gave the man, he was imidiatly handed a keycard.
Stepping out onto his balcony, after a louthsome ride in the 'Elevator'(how he missed elegant stairwells), Demos took in the scents of the city. Lust, Violence, Corruption. His eyes pierced the darkness, watching a thousand petty crimes happening before his very eyes. The sound of a thousand pety lives, spent searching for a purpose.

A rare smile played upon his lips, and it was not a pleasent thing. No...it was the look of a predator.....surveying his prey.

"It's good to be back."

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Hello Dimtre." She went into his room, "i see they got your specifics down to the last detail. Of course they know better." Rayven smiled at him. He was much older than her but attractive in his own way.

"the other should be here soon." Taking a whiff of the air she knew there was a girl in the coffin, there was sufficent air in there to keep her alive.

 

[therufus]

He nods.

"I suppose you don't want to join her do you."

He was just teasing the young lycan. She was good looking but it was very rare that a vampire and a werewolf did anything more then talk or kill eachother.

 

[AngelofDeath]

"You would like my blood." She laughed and then said, "Demos is here as well." Walking tohis fridge she looked inside, "i see the bank delievered as well. Though i know you prefer fresh blood."

"Once everyone is here we'll go down and talk about the petitions that have been sent and decide to here from the parties."

 

[therufus]

He nods again.

"You know me all to well young one. Yes that should do fine. Now if you will please excuse me I must prepare for the evenings events."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven caught the hint and nodded to him and gave a short bow. Heading back to her own room she caugth a shower then put her robe on. She wondered if she should go greet Demos.

 

[Mistress Silver]

"Constance? Is it really you?" Asks the clerk at the counter. The entire staff knows me by name as I am the only one out of both vampires and were-creatures that doesn't take enjoyment out of scaring the hotel staff out of their minds.

"Who else would it be?" I ask, smiling sincerely and watch as he quickly moves from behind the counter to give me a hug.

"How have you been?" He asks excitedly.

"I have been," I say genuinely happy to see the younger man.

His arms encircle me and crush me to him in a bear hug. Laughing and gently returning the hug I take a step back to examine him. "You've certainly filled out, since our last rendezvous. I bet you've got women swarming over you!"

A blush creeps up his neck to stain his cheeks, "Well, I do have a girl that I am currently dating."

I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively, "Is she pretty?"

He chuckles abashedly, "Very, I am lucky to have her."

Smiling I shake my head, "No, you are lucky that you both have each other. Are you going to introduce me to her?" I ask, amused by his skin tone.

"Well..." He trails off.

"You don't want to bring her into this life? Protect her from the nightmares?" I ask softly.

He nods and sighs deeply.

"Your usual room?" He asks me as he returns to his place behind the desk.

I nod and he opens the hotel safe to retrieve a key from another safe. He hands me the key with a smile, which I return kindly. I leave giving him a wink. My hair falls about my body as a veil of glossy black silk. As of late the extreme length has been getting on my nerves and I am musing the idea of cutting it down to a manageable length.

Inside of the elevator I push my key into the lock, turn it, press the button labeled private residence, and relock the panel. The music in the elevator has changed to the lonely cry of a solo violin. As long as I am staying inside of the building the music of crying violins will be played constantly until I request the music to be changed or stopped.

The elevator opens directly into my room and I step out, hearing the sharp heels of my shoes tap harshly on the marble floor. I kick my shoes of near the door and neatly straighten them. I flip the single light switch and illuminate the entire room. This single room, alone, takes up half of the top floor. It is gigantic and the decor about the place gives my "room" an elegant iciness to the feel of everything.

I move across the room and press the small button to talk to the front office.

"What can I do for you Constance?" I am asked.

"Would you please inform the council members that I am in the building and inviting them all up to my quarters for a small late night soiree?" I ask David.

"Of course, I will tell them immediately."

"Thank you. Loves."

I move quickly about my room and inspect the individual rooms to make sure that all is in order. The kitchen is spotless, the library and office is as tidy as it has been from its very creation, the large bathroom is gleaming whitely, my balcony is the perfect hot tub party area and it is looking enticing, the only room not accessible to anyone else is my room and I do not need to make sure that that room is okay as I am the only one to ever set foot in that room.

While I'm thinking about it I busy myself with making some beverages that will be more than appreciated by my guests and their tastes. The elevator door opens and a very loving elder gentleman steps into my room.

"Constance, how are you?"

I grin widely and run to him, my hair gliding eloquently after me, and wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace. "Tyler! It is such a joy to see you!"

Tyler has been my "butler" ever since this hotel was created. He has been my closest friend and confident. He is married to a very wonderful wife, Tina. The two have five children, and twenty grandchildren. The family is very close and pull together during a crisis.

"I have been old!" He snaps easily. I grin and so does he. "It is good to see you, as well." For being sixty years old he is extremely health and active, strong too. He guides me to a very comfortable white leather couch and tells me, "Sit. I know about the little party you are throwing. Let me finish the preparations."

I nod after a moment of hesitation before relaxing for a short moment. Laying on the couch, enjoying the silent peace, I close my eyes and allow my thoughts to drift.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos hears the ring of a phone, but he doesn't bother to answer it. Only a human would call him at this hour, and only Constance would have one of her "pets" do so. Looking up the almost sheer side of building Demos calculated the length to the nearest balcony, and smiled again, before leaping 10 feet straight up, and climbing up onto the balcony. Noting with casual intrest the two humans copulating inside, he reorriented himself and leaped again and again, soon arriving at Constance's private balcony. Straightening his clothes, he walked casualy into her rooms, and nodded to her.

"You called?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven pulled on her fomal clothes. She really hated them, but she looked good in her dress.

it was a simple red sheath dress with a black leather and lace wasit cincher. Her breasts were threatening to fall out.

Constance's message made its way to her. This would prove interesting. Constance was by far the nicest of them all. Not that Rayven wasn't for her age, it was just she liked seeing mortals jump and run for cover.

 

[Mistress Silver]

"You called?"

I turn my head fractionally and open my eyes to glance at Demos. I smile slightly, "When do I not?"

I stand from the couch and move toward the man, he is probably the closest to my age, but not by much. I walk a circle around him, examining his clothes in a manner that is predatory, but also friendly.

"I'm not sure why you bother coming. It seems to me at times that you hate my gatherings. Why is that?" I ask curiously.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre knew what the call was about as soon as the phone started ringing.
He doesn't give the clerk the time to tell him the message."I'll be right up" He hangs up the phone and hears Rayven exit her room. He exits his and stands next to her waiting for the evevator. He is wearing black everything; pants, shoes, shirt with the top three buttons undone, and a black trench coat. He looks more closely at Rayven and likes what he sees.
"You look very nice my lycan friend." He felt that he would like to just shag her right there in the halway.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"You called?"

I turn my head fractionally and open my eyes to glance at Demos. I smile slightly, "When do I not?"

I stand from the couch and move toward the man, he is probably the closest to my age, but not by much. I walk a circle around him, examining his clothes in a manner that is predatory, but also friendly.

"I'm not sure why you bother coming. It seems to me at times that you hate my gatherings. Why is that?" I ask curiously.

Demos shrugged at the question.

"I have lived far too long..........Immortality, and all its benefits bore me. I crave the hunt. The kill. The taste of fresh blood. All else is just transient to me. Such is our fate I suppose. To watch all things pass in time."

The Lupus seems unusualy pensive at the thought.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven smilled softly, "i look better out of it." The elevator open aand they got on. Pressing the private residence button she leaned back against the wall. "Demos and Constance are already up there. Hopefully He's being civil."

out of all of them Demos seemed to most tired with his position, but then again he wouldn't want to give up all the power that came with his seat.

Looking at Dimitre se let out a low growl, it had been awhile since she had indulged and he was almost too good to pass up.

 

[therufus]

He looked back at her bent down right next to her neck he sticks out his tongue and lightly licks it. "All in good time Rayven." He stands back up just before the door opens to Constance's room.
"After you."

 

[Mistress Silver]

"I have lived far too long..........Immortality, and all its benefits bore me. I crave the hunt. The kill. The taste of fresh blood. All else is jut transient to me. Such is our fate I suppose. To watch all things pass in time."

I stand to face him, my body relaxed and graceful, my face a solemn expression. I know all too well of what he is speaking about. As I have lived for so long, time passing me by without so much as a wave or smile.

My head dips gently and I place a soft kiss on his cheek and then I move my mouth to whisper to his ear, "Demos, do not become bitter by the effects of time upon us immortals. As far as fate goes? Well, I have made my own fate since day one. I know your nature and what you crave, but do not forget your second half."

I move slowly away from him my feet softly slapping against the cold floor before my toes sink into a soft padded rug. I get two drinks from the bar and return to Demos.

My right hand extends toward him with the feminine grace of a vampiric woman. A soft smile gently curls my lips, the light from the above chandelier adds a lovely sheen of shine to the glossy dark red lipstick that I have painted my lips with.

"It is your favorite and you know that all of my drinks are freshly made with the best of the best."

I move back to the couch knowing that if he feels like doing so he too would sit with me. Shifting until I find a comfortable position I sip at my own drink before turning to him, "Tell me, Demos, what has earned your attention since we last met?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven shivered and entered the room Following the voice she said, "Well i see yout wo have gotten all cozy." The young lycan walked over and kissed Constance's cheeck. To Demos she nodded.

"Nice to see you both." She sat down in the nearest empty seat.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"I have lived far too long..........Immortality, and all its benefits bore me. I crave the hunt. The kill. The taste of fresh blood. All else is jut transient to me. Such is our fate I suppose. To watch all things pass in time."

I stand to face him, my body relaxed and graceful, my face a solemn expression. I know all too well of what he is speaking about. As I have lived for so long, time passing me by without so much as a wave or smile.

My head dips gently and I place a soft kiss on his cheek and then I move my mouth to whisper to his ear, "Demos, do not become bitter by the effects of time upon us immortals. As far as fate goes? Well, I have made my own fate since day one. I know your nature and what you crave, but do not forget your second half."

I move slowly away from him my feet softly slapping against the cold floor before my toes sink into a soft padded rug. I get two drinks from the bar and return to Demos.

My right hand extends toward him with the feminine grace of a vampiric woman. A soft smile gently curls my lips, the light from the above chandelier adds a lovely sheen of shine to the glossy dark red lipstick that I have painted my lips with.

"It is your favorite and you know that all of my drinks are freshly made with the best of the best."

I move back to the couch knowing that if he feels like doing so he too would sit with me. Shifting until I find a comfortable position I sip at my own drink before turning to him, "Tell me, Demos, what has earned your attention since we last met?"

Demos felt his own passion rekindle as she kissed his cheek, and took the drink without comment, sitting next to her, in an only slightly relaxed manner. He sipped his white russian, and felt the slightest trace of a smile at its pleasent taste.

"My attention? fairly little I'm afraid. I have been observing the war in Persia with mild intrest though. A most interesting challenge for the Americans. They shall not claim their victory as easily as with the Empire of Japan of the Saxons, and their pursuit of oil is to be their downfall I think. The children of the prohet may prevail."

War had allways been a passion of the Lupus. He had been in a number of them in his life, and always found them a pleasent diversion.

Seeing Rayven, his eyes flickered upon her beauty for the barest of moments, and then he nodded to her, politely restrained.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre walks in bows low to Constance.

"Good evening m'lady. Demos how's life treaten you?"

 

[Mistress Silver]

I turn to Demos and notice the small smile on his lips as he sips at his drink. He needs to smile more, really, he has a very . . . stimulating smile. It's contagious, as well, and I feel myself smile.

I smile as Demos talks of war, the man has an obsession. I am simply glad that he has a distraction for I have seen many immortals go insane with the pressure of their everlasting life. If I cannot help the insane I kill them. I do not want to kill Demos, he's one of the few that can relate with me about the hardships of long age.

A grin appears on my face as Rayven and Dimitre step into view. Rayven's comment earns a small smile from my lips and her greeting kiss is returned favorably.

"Rayven, how are you?" I ask, amused at the waves of lust rolling of the two arrivals I turn to Dimitre with a polite smile. "The two of you . . . positively radiate . . . of thirst," my voice lilts with humor. "The drinks are in the same place as they are always. Make yourselves at home, but you know that Tyler is off limits and to be treated kindly." The last of my comment is just slightly edged with ice to further accent the warning.

"Demos was just telling me of his opinions about the war in Persia." I have similar beliefs about the war in Persia, now known as Iran . . . Why did humans always have to be renaming things?

"As always, the gathering has the same rules. I know that my cleanliness may become annoying at times, but it is for the better of us all." I announce to my company.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Dimitre walks in bows low to Constance.

"Good evening m'lady. Demos how's life treaten you?"

"It suffices at present, though you seem to be managing rather well."

Demos' nod takes in the Vampire's fine clothing.

Hearing Constance's pointed remark about her staff, Demos shakes his head in mock dissaproval.

"You and your pets."

The humor is dry, but then Demos is not know for any other sort. For the present he simply waits, his intense eyes watching the three in a manner as calculating, and cold as the baren steppes of Russia where Demos had fought the German's less than a human lifetime ago. He almost purrs at the slight memory.

Pushing aside the past with a flicker of will, Demos sips his drink, enjoying the fine creme his feline half craves, and the shock of Vodka that allows his human mind to relax its control ever so slightly.

Glancing at Constance once more, he feels another flicker of lust, but does not crush it beneath his tread, instead letting it set, and enjoying the feeling.

 

[LadyChance]

Faith

Late again but who cared it wasn't like we were on a time frame or anything. Moving quietly up to the counter carrying my one and only bag slung over my shoulder. I hated these meetings, and I honestly didn't want to be here. Speaking softly to the man behind the counter, I watch as his expression changes from one of friendliness to one of something close to fear. Bringing a smile to my beautiful face.

Leaning over the counter slightly to take a deep breath, seeing the man tremble some. "Relax your B positive, to much tang for my taste. Now I believe you have a room reserved for me, maybe something with an open view perhaps. The name is Faith, if you will just look down at your writings there I am sure you will find it." It wasn't that I liked to scare them, just that I thought the ones who were scared to be stupid. If we had wanted to eat them they would have been dead and nothing they could have done would have stopped us. But the thing was there might have been a few of us who would, the majority of us though didn't and these humans couldn't pick out which of us was which.

"Faith, yes.. yes here it is, if you should need anything please call us, enjoy your stay." The man had calmed some and his blood flow had slowed almost to normal, which was good no sense in his heart attack before I got my keys. Giving him a slow smile as he places my keys on the counter before me. Nodding my head, "thank you I shall," turning on my heel and heading for the elevators.

I just wanted to get to my room before all this began, something cold to drink maybe, eyeing the nervous man in the elevator with me. No he wouldn't work he was innocent and had done nothing wrong. Such a shame though A positive, perfect taste and body with not to much tang.