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[Rowan Amber]

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I'm on the outside, looking down What do I see? So much of this cold, in the ground Where would i be? On the outside, looking down Cover me before you go So it's goodbye again She was risking coming here in case Luke found her again so close to her master’s resting place as well as her own. The club was loud with music blasting, Rowan was in underground area of the club feeling the bodies move around the room, dancing to the music trying to get a vampire for themselves. She had never really understood why humans were so interested in vampires down here. While she was human, she was never quite interested in vampires. She knew of them and was fascinated by them, but she never went after one. The only way she ever encountered a vampire was the one who made her. Even then she had tried to force her way to get away from him. In her purple tank top and gray cargo skinny jeans, she was quite an interesting character to spot. She was sitting in a chair off near the wall, to stay out of the way of moving humans who didn’t seem to care what they did as long as they got a vampire for themselves. She didn’t feel out of place here, but it wasn’t something she wanted to do. Finding willing donors to give blood to a vampire was what she was looking for because it was by far easier for her to gather blood than trying to find a place to get blood bags from when someone was blind and couldn’t see worth a damn. Rowan had that almost imperial attitude about her while she sat there, but she looked more comfortable than imperial. Her body was relaxed with her hands resting in her lap, her fingers curled toward the palms as if she was to press her nails into the palm of her hand. There wasn’t much for her to do besides listen to the crowd and feel the bodies around her as they tried to get by her. She was easily interested in pinpointing her hearing to help her get around the room and enclose on conversations that were for the bedroom not a busy club like Danse Macabre. She felt someone bump her knees or maybe it was hand that was placed on them, but the man was young and very strong for someone who seemed quite interested in vampires. Especially one that couldn’t see anything out those beautiful gray-blue eyes that attracted people to her. “You look like you need some dance experience or some love to spend the night away.”

[/i] the voice was soft and any human close by wouldn’t be able to hear it. Rowan smiled as she took his hand that had been resting on her knee, in her own hand her thumb sort of rubbing over it. “The dance experience could wait another day and time. Nothing needs to be sped up when you have a few lifetimes to live to figure out your dancing skills. I wouldn’t call it love, but company would be nice. Especially one who looks so strong and handsome.” She didn’t give away that she couldn’t see him; it was just the way he had bumped into her that she guessed that he was muscular. Rowan was out of her comfort zone, but to be able to get things done she had to lately. She just didn’t seem like she wanted to wander far from where she needed to and staying close to things that were familiar to her helped calm her down a bit from the whole incident with Alan making her blind.

She felt like something needed to be done with that monster. As of late, she heard that he can became Ulfric of the local Werewolf pack. How he managed to get that, she wasn’t quite sure, but he definitely needed to be taken out before anything deadly happened and before her child disappeared from her for good. The man in front of her was just a food source for her and right now he deserved her attention, not her mindless wanderings. “I think we can work something out with getting something going tonight. I’m sure you would enjoy that.” she smiled as she started to get up from the chair, the male helping her up like a gentleman from another time. Of course she hadn’t much men who seemed to care about women expect for those who cared about women as being beauties who needed protection. Tonight would be exciting and she was hoping no one would come and ruin it for her. That was all she needed while being out in the club with a stranger without even knowing what he looked like.

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762 words. someone is starring. danse macabre is the location. here is the outfit. ----- notes

henry @ sds, c2.0,
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[Sienna Von Mihaili]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #b57692 solid; border-bottom: 10px #b57692 solid;] i will bleed forever ( WORDS ) 604 ( TAGGED ) Rowan ( STATUS ) COMPLETE The night was young and Lady Sienna was interested in getting some food. The way someone might pick up Chinese on the way home. Of course when she entered the club human males followed her around like little obedient puppies until she wandered into the basement of the club where they could not follow her without an invitation from a vampire or to at least bribe the bouncer. The everyday humans were led to wonder if this elegant woman in the pure white steampunk ensemble was human or vampire. Had Lady Sienna wanted dinner then and there she would need only to have invited those puppies home with her. But she wanted to see the club and the underground. Because soon she, Lady Sienna, would own New Orleans and claim its territory as her own. As a vampire that had her own territory in Sweden, excuse me, all of Sweden she couldn’t just enter another territory unannounced. She needed to identify herself to the Master of the City. Yet the current Master was gone. He was probably dust under some overzealous hunter’s belt. The thought put a sly grin on her face. Soon enough though the lower vampires of the master would quibble and argue and claim themselves Master, were they strong enough to hold the title. And Sienna would be there to snatch it away from them. She just needed to know who the players in the Game were. And that would be easy enough to find. It may be questionable as to why she wanted New Orleans but she was tired of Sweden. She appointed her right and left hands respectively to watch it while she went to North America. America was where it was at. New Orleans would be a brilliant addition for her and her shipping corporation. She could easily earn another billion dollars or even two if she had New Orleans under her hat! The club itself was sort of dismal. There looked to be some humans well past their expiration date in a corner piled one on top of each other. Did the other humans not care or where they so blind as to notice what was practically under their noses? It was neither Sienna’s duty or obligation to warn nor help them. If they didn’t care to squander their lives away why shouldn’t she help them do a bit of squandering? She grinned as she surveyed the look of the land, adjusting her pure white top hat with a steam punk clock fitted onto it. It was an unusual piece but it fit right into the vampire scene. From white hat to blonde hair to white boots Sienna was all dressed in white. The only thing that had a splash of color where her eyes which were as blue as the sea. It was an unnatural blue and would make one think of contacts for vanity purposes. Still, she looked not bad. She was going for ‘innocent’ which was just the way she looked. Sienna moved on the dance floor where she found herself between two human males, shirts off, with six packs and plenty of bite marks. Sienna was not fond of ‘sloppy seconds’ which made her wonder if she should have re-thought the little puppies that had been following her around. They were most certainly pure and hadn’t wandered into the wrong type of vampire – yet. Oh wait; she was the wrong time of vampire. She wandered off the dance floor and whispered in the vampire bouncers ear, slipping him a fifty dollar bill to bring those little puppies downstairs where her appetite was waiting. okay i have joned this!

[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #3a3554; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] The club was busy even if it was just humans and vampires wandering around with the odd shifter around. So many things were going at once, but it didn't bother Soren as he moved through the crowd as if it belonged to him. Though he was second in charge to the Master of the City, but he had no ambitions to take the city as the Master. He would probably run it into the ground shortly after he was through with it. Soren Rask was one that many vampires seemed to fear, he was one who could control the shadows as if a heavy fog was coming about and they ran from it. He enjoyed the fear that it brought to them when he called upon the shadows. Though he didn't use the power as much as he would like, he was trying to keep a leveled head around here while the Master was gone. Though his fledgling wasn't. He had heard about her little accident with the new Ulfric of the local Werewolf pack. He didn't approve of the man, but apparently he meant business if he had scarred the Master of the City's fledgling as if she deserved it. The woman was a beauty even before the accident. The scars along the left side of her face seemed to add to her beauty as he moved toward her. He had taken as much effort to avoid the bouncer to the lower levels when he entered, but he was sure the bouncer had seen him and moved out of the way. Though he couldn't quite understand about the noise of humans who came running down the stairs was about, but he would worry about that as soon as he got to the younger vampire. Coming upon the blond beauty he circled his arm around her waist and pulled her away from her future dinner. "I think he can wait, my dear. He doesn't seem to be your type," His voice was smooth and calm as he spoke pulling her away with him. He must have scared her because he thought he felt her tense up when he pulled her away to find someone who had been quite familiar with him before coming to this country. "Sienna. It is so nice to see you. I see you have a posse following you around. That looks rather scrumptious." He smiled as the group seemed to be covered with a dark mist of sorts. He was working his power of controlling the shadows and it seemed to be bringing on a show, but only to those who were not distracted by the vampires that held onto them. His arm was wrapped around Rowan's back with his hand resting on her waist. He was simply protecting her from the female vampire who stood in front of them. The Master wouldn't forgive him if his fledgling was harmed anymore than what was needed to teach her a lesson, but this wasn't a lesson to be learned. Maybe he felt responsible for taking care of her while the Master was away. He certainly felt drawn to her, which was rare even for him, but there was something there. He was currently more interested in Sienna's visit than Rowan. "I don't ever recalling giving permission to have you come into the territory, Sienna. That seems rather rude of you."
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[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #3f3d48; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] everything you want, You're waiting for someone To put you together You're waiting for someone to push you away There's always another wound to discover There's always something more you wish he'd say The human's hands were warm in hers as she was about to pull him away to a corner, but felt his hands disappear and another set of hands wrap around her. "I think he can wait, my dear. He doesn't seem to be your type." the voice was smooth and Rowan enjoyed the sound of it, as the arm wrapped around her. She hadn't expected to be whisked away from her meal, but perhaps the Second had wanted something from her. She had only gotten used to his company because Xavier was gone, and she was unsure of his whereabouts. "You can't possibly believe that he's not my type. You can't let him know that I've been doing this. He thinks that I'm still drinking out of those pouches from the blood bank, Soren," Rowan wasn't sure where they were going, but at least he wasn't pulling her along too fast. She would never be able to keep her balance if he had been going to fast. "Sienna. It is so nice to see you. I see you have a posse following you around. That looks rather scrumptious." Rowan merely shook her head at the thought of Soren's reaction to this vampire. Though he must have known her from somewhere if he knew her. She wondered what this vampire looked like and if she was something to be worried about. She heard gasps and perhaps a scream from the background, but she didn't exactly have a visual of what was happening, but she could feel the power vibrate off of Soren. At least she knew it was his power vibrating off of the walls. She stayed where she stood in his grasp. Maybe it wasn't a grasp, but it was definitely a lover's hold he had around her. She wasn't complaining, but maybe she shouldn't say anything until she figured out what was going on. "I don't ever recalling giving permission to have you come into the territory, Sienna. That seems rather rude of you." Rowan was quite interested in this vampire now. She knew about territory invitations and being asked for permission to move into a territory, but to see someone come unannounced seemed rather exciting to see what would happen. "Soren, what is going on? Who is she?" Rowan seemed rather impatient, but she couldn't do much of anything. If she wandered away, a hunter could have been lurking around and lead her off somewhere to stake her to the true death. It was one of the reasons why she stayed so close to Xavier's resting grounds to feel the comfort of home without ever having to become lost and die from exposure to the sun. Now she was just getting antsy and annoyed and it showed. |words; |outfit; here |starring; Sienna, Soren|

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[Sienna Von Mihaili]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #b57692 solid; border-bottom: 10px #b57692 solid;] i will bleed forever ( WORDS ) 604 ( TAGGED ) Rowan ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Sienna had the puppies all over her. The two were both tanned men and physically fit. In contrast to the Swedish men who were usually all over her the men both had dark hair and dark eyes. She found it refreshing to the light skinned, light haired and light eyed men who usually kept her company. To show the men that they were her puppies until their expiration date when she should so choose it, she stroked each man’s head as she would her pet Tiger. From anywhere she spotted instantly her elder brother. Though they were not brothers by blood they were of something much closer. They both had the same sire. She had not heard of him in quite a long time so it shocked her greatly to see him in America. Though he was elder to her he also held a great power, yet he did not seem anywhere near ambitious as Lady Sienna herself had always been. Was Soren in the running for Master of the City? Did he want the throne she planned to seat herself on? She moved towards Soren, the puppies trailing after her already under her spell. “Sienna. It is so nice to see you. I see you have a posse following you around. That looks rather scrumptious." “Brother.” Sienna gave in greeting. She took great note of how possessively he held the vampire woman to him. She was dressed in clothes befitting a homeless beggar rather than a vampire. Sienna took great note to stare at the woman’s face which had obviously been disfigured with the use of holy water. Sienna briefly wondered what the woman’s history would be. She didn’t seem to be a great deal of age yet Soren was holding onto her as if he would protect her from herself. As if Sienna would bother killing such a little young thing. The young thing had come into the night world at an easy time to be a vampire. They were exposed for what they were and the younger generation thought that they were better than automobiles and sliced bread. Usually a vampire only got to an advanced age after proving that they were worthy of continuing to live. Most little things that became vampires usually died either at their own hand by some foolish mistake or by another vampire. So Sienna wouldn’t bother the thing Soren was holding onto unless she felt pettiness at her Brother. "I don't ever recalling giving permission to have you come into the territory, Sienna. That seems rather rude of you." "Soren, what is going on? Who is she? Sienna smiled at her long lost brother. It was a mischievous smile. “I tried to reach the Master, Brother dear. It seems he. Is. Unavailable.” Her eyes flickered towards the blind vampire. Her little puppies weren’t worried about the shadows of mist that were being cast in their direction but Sienna knew what her Brother could do. Though she had some tricks up her sleeves as well. She was no longer his little vampire sister. She could do things of her own. In fact, she ruled an entire country (Sweden) instead of having it broken into smaller territories for vampires. “Brother,” Sienna said completely ignoring the blind vampire. “Do you take me for a monster? You keep clutching that blind one as if I am going to destroy her.” She batted her eyelashes at her Brother wondering exactly why she needed to consult her Brother for entering into this territory where the Master had vanished. It was possible that he was the Master’s third or second in command. If so, it proved just how foolish the ex-Master was. Who would ever leave Soren in charge of things? HA! “Take one of my scrumptious puppies as a gift.” Sienna said pushing the black haired man on her left towards Soren. Of course if ever a gift was an insult it was this. Sienna could afford to gift Soren a private jet, a wondrous set of Jewels for a Lady if he had one (though Sienna seriously doubted that there were any true Ladies in America except for herself of course) or other various yet amazing things as entry. Soren did not need to know that Sienna had found those puppies untouched by vampire fang in this club which they were now in. “Do tell me Brother, what are you doing here, in America. I never thought you fancied great travels!” mwahaha!

[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #3a3554; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] "You can't possibly believe that he's not my type. You can't let him know that I've been doing this. He thinks that I'm still drinking out of those pouches from the blood bank." Soren listened to the younger vampire as he had lead her to Sienna. "You'll be just fine. You can tell him yourself when he comes back. He is your master, Rowan. You can deal with it yourself," Soren was only have listening to Rowan, but he understood why she didn't want the Master to know. She didn't feel comfortable feeding from live beings, it was too monstrous for her still. She would grow out that phase soon enough. "Brother." Soren watched Sienna closely as she looked Rowan over. The younger female was quite a sight to look and ponder at, but he didn't seem to be phased at about the silence that went about the two before he heard Sienna speak again. "I tried to reach the master, brother dear. It seems he. is. unavailable." Soren shrugged as she said this. It didn't seem to bother him. Obviously she had not heard about him being the Second to the Master. She would sure find out soon enough. "Brother, do you take me for a monster? You keep clutching that blind one as if I am going to destroy her." Soren looked at Rowan before he looked back to Sienna. "You are a monster, Sienna. Why would I want you to take out the one thing that stands in front of you to getting to the Master?" Soren's voice had grown stern and he was rather annoyed with Sienna's playful gait. "Take one of my scrumptious puppies as a gift." Soren rolled his eyes. He had already fed tonight and wouldn't want one of her puppies. They were already contaminated by her, so there was no use trying to fight over her for humans. "I have already fed tonight, Sienna. Besides they have your scent on them. Already ruined by now." Soren had pushed the male away, almost pushing him back into Sienna to tell her he was not to be messed with tonight. "Do tell me brother, what you doing here, in America. I never thought you fancied great travels!" Soren was already annoyed with this woman. She called herself a vampire? She was a bad choice for a vampire. Why their sire ever choose her, was something even he couldn't answer but their maker. He would have to find a way to get rid of her sooner or later. "You sound surprise that I would come here. I was here well before you ever thought of leaving your beloved Sweden, sister dearest. Maybe you should ask Rowan here who I am in this beloved busy Territory. You'll have to get passed me to get to her Master." Soren was careful not to say that he was the Second to the Master, but he knew she would figure it out well enough and in due time. It would also take her quite a few minutes to figure out who Rowan was to the Master. "Rowan, this here is my vampire sibling, Sienna. Do not be frighten that she would cause any harm, because she will. Just to get what she wants. And I believe your beloved Master, will have to fight for it, but I believe she'll lose terribly to such a man who holds control over this territory," Soren was speaking to Rowan, but he was looking at Sienna while he spoke. The young vampire wouldn't have noticed he wasn't looking at her, he seemed to think that she didn't care if he wasn't looking at her while he spoke. Such things weren't important to many things, but to vampires, power was everything. To Soren, he would make sure Sienna failed to gain anything in this territory.
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[Rowan Amber]

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[/color] Rowan wasn't going to stand there and be ignored. Maybe that was one of the reasons why Xavier turned her. She had fight in her and she wasn't going to be ignored. Maybe Xavier liked that, she had hidden herself away when she needed it to and brought out other things that surprised so many people in different ways.

"Rowan, this here is my vampire sibling, Sienna. Do not be frighten that she would cause any harm, because she will. Just to get what she wants. And I believe your beloved Master, will have to fight for it, but I believe she'll lose terribly to such a man who holds control over this territory."

"She doesn't scare me. I'm pretty she would have to go up against the Demons that have taken over before she goes up against Xavier. The demons are more of a concern to this city than a vampire who has hidden himself away."[/color] Rowan wasn't sure where Xavier was, but she wasn't going to say that he had ran off and abandoned the city that he took over from his brother. He was somewhere, she knew that, but where was not something she could answer. This vampire wasn't going to get the best of her. Age probably meant something, but now, it didn't. Rowan could handle herself, even if she couldn't see, she would surely adapt to it and find a way to get by.[/div][/left]

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[Sienna Von Mihaili]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #b57692 solid; border-bottom: 10px #b57692 solid;] i will bleed forever ( WORDS ) 780 ( TAGGED ) Rowan / Soren ( STATUS ) COMPLETE "You are a monster, Sienna. Why would I want you to take out the one thing that stands in front of you to getting to the Master?" “I am hurt, Brother.” Sienna replied as she heard Soren’s voice. He was not happy with her nor should he be. Though she was still displeased to hear him say so. If there was something that she could recall that made him dislike her it would be one thing. But there had never been such the case. She did not believe she had ever stolen a human he had admired nor had she ever tried to kill him. She had in essence done nothing to him to cause this hate and jealousy except to perhaps, exist. She was wondering if Soren was telling the truth. Though she could not smell a lie. Why was he telling her about the one thing that stood in way to the Master of the city? Though for the death of her Sienna didn’t realize yet how the blind one could stand in way to the Master. Yet Soren was not lying. Why had he told her though she would not have known otherwise. It would be too easy to take out that blind one. This would be like taking the life of a Gothic vampire wannabe. "I have already fed tonight, Sienna. Besides they have your scent on them. Already ruined by now." Sienna watched as the vampire stumbled to the floor and gave a loud thump. He pulled himself off of the ground after being winded for some very awkward silences. Before Soren could know what she had planned she sliced open the puppy’s throat with her fingernail. The man’s blood smelled delicious. It gushed a healthy glowing red color as Sienna pushed him forwards, yet not at Soren this time but at the blind one. “A gift to the blind one.” She said knowing that the child of a vampire could not refuse the blood. Few vampires could refuse fresh blood. It was always how when police found a dead body without blood they knew a vampire had killed it. And if a body had been found that still had all its blood a vampire did not kill it. Sienna was one that would not go crazy for blood, despite her hunter. She could waste it, letting it gush out of a mortal without the mere desire to taste and savor every last drop. "You sound surprise that I would come here. I was here well before you ever thought of leaving your beloved Sweden, sister dearest. Maybe you should ask Rowan here who I am in this beloved busy Territory. You'll have to get passed me to get to her Master." “I am surprised because you have never had much ambition, Soren. Therefore I am surprised that you are in New Orleans of all places and that you are second.” She completely ignored the blind ones rants and outbursts. It was as if she had not spoken at all. It was as if she did not exist. Sienna was easily used to ignoring those with such blatant disabilities: blindness, leprosy, ugliness. "Rowan, this here is my vampire sibling, Sienna. Do not be frighten that she would cause any harm, because she will. Just to get what she wants. And I believe your beloved Master, will have to fight for it, but I believe she'll lose terribly to such a man who holds control over this territory." “The way I hear things the Master has already lost.” Sienna said nonchalant like as she put her fingers on her other puppies chin. He had seen with his own eyes his brother or friend get their throat ripped out and passed to a vampire yet he was no worse for the wear. He was no more worried than if he needed to buy milk at the supermarket. “You know as well as I do that the lower vampires will start quibbling and arguing for the position. He will have many challenges if it is at all possible for him to return.” “Drink up blind one. I know you are disabled and find it hard to get food. Take this gift before someone else does and you find yourself licking up the floor like a common mongrel. My brother can be so cruel as to take away the only food you managed to get in that little fly trap of yours. Why you’ve probably used up all of your energy concealing your ugliness from the mortals who would sooner run of fright then let you lay your lips over them like a common prostitute. Drink, replenish your strength.” mwahaha!

[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #3a3554; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] Soren smirked at Sienna being hurt by his comments. He wanted her to be hurt, she was showing weakness and he was thriving on it. He was very surprised by Rowan's comments, but of course only she would have the nerve to stand up to Sienna. Sienna probably got what she had coming to her, every time she tried to do something that didn't go her way. "That's enough, Rowan. I think Sienna gets the idea." Soren was very careful with his words, though he wasn't liking how Sienna was egging on the younger vampire. He watched as Sienna offered one of her own little humans to feed Rowan, but held Rowan back while the human stumbled to his knees. To give in to Sienna meant she was winning and giving into her was not something Soren wanted the vampire he held onto giving in to her. "Any gift from you is an insult for invading a territory in which you are not welcomed to be in." He snarled as he pushed Rowan back out of the way to one of the bouncers and grabbed Sienna by the throat pushing her into a wall. Holding on to her throat, he leaned his head close to her ear, "You will not win this one, sister dearest. You will raise higher than you have ever before and then fall greater than what is needed. Cross me again and I will kill you, Sienna. I don't care what our maker has told you. I will make sure you meet the sunlight that shall surround your soul." Soren snarled in her ear before turning around and throwing her into her little group of puppies she had called. He would not stand for a disturbance at the Danse Macabre. He ushered a bouncer to come closer, "Get this fellow out of here. Send him to a hospital and get the younger vampires out of here who can't control themselves. Now." Soren hissed at the bouncer as he looked around to see where Rowan had gone to. He didn't need Sienna going after the young vampire and holding her captive until she found the Master of the City. So many things he needed to take care of and Sienna was not one that should have been around.
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[Rowan Amber]

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[Sienna Von Mihaili]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #b57692 solid; border-bottom: 10px #b57692 solid;] i will bleed forever ( WORDS ) 514 ( TAGGED ) Rowan / Soren ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Sienna gave Soren a bright smile to match his smirk as her eyes twinkled. She knew the look. She might not have known him well. But she knew the look. He wanted her to be hurt by his comments and he enjoyed the thought that she was showing weakness. But what he did not know was that she was not truly hurt by his words. He was elderly and had been in the last days of his life; in fact she was surprised no coffin maker tried to stuff him in one. While she was young and beautiful, full of life. She had no use for him. "That's enough, Rowan. I think Sienna gets the idea." “Who is Rowan?” Sienna asked obviously confused. She waved her hand at the Blind One, dismissing her. Though obviously the Blind One could not see this patronizing action. “If someone enjoys your scars they are more twisted then I. And they call me the Monster? HA!” She stared deeply at the Blind One taking note of her scars. Her eyes had been blinded with holy water, both of them. Yet only half of her face had been scarred. It looked possible that it was done by two different assailants. But was that possible? Hilarious. Yes. Though it was not impossible. This Blind One or Rowan as It was called, would be very easy to catch. “It is impolite to refuse a present from a Guest.” Sienna said. “Hasn’t your Creator taught you manners? You insolent little Cretan!” She was honestly surprised that a blind vampire would refuse blood. Though apparently she had a full stomach which would help in refusing of a delight. Sienna was grabbed by her throat and held sturdily against the wall by Soren. "You will not win this one, sister dearest. You will raise higher than you have ever before and then fall greater than what is needed. Cross me again and I will kill you, Sienna. I don't care what our maker has told you. I will make sure you meet the sunlight that shall surround your soul." Sienna hissed as she was caught off guard and tossed back into her pile of puppies. The only that had been bleeding had gotten blood on her spiffy white outfit. She was more disturbed however that instead of finishing Sienna off, Soren spoke to a bodyguard about the issue of her little puppy. While Soren was busy looking for Rowan, Sienna had found her instantly. Just another proof that Soren was too elderly to be of much good to anyone. Sienna picked up three beer mugs from the bar and smashed them so that they were rather sharp and jagged. Then she screamed, “Never turn your back off of me, Soren!” as she tossed those broken beer bottles towards Rowan. Her aim was precise and full of speed. With the speed only a vampiress could achieve Sienna was in front of Soren, her hand stretched in a perfect “karate chop” and used the force of her strength to pummel his neck at an awkward angle while another hand reached for his gut. mwahaha!

[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[/b] Soren already seemed annoyed with Sienna, he had more reason to. The woman could hardly keep her head on straight these days it seemed. "Rowan is the Master's fledgling." That was all he said about her. No need to point it out. If Sienna couldn't figure that out herself, then there was no help for the poor and uneducated vampires in this world.

"It is impolite to refuse a present from a guest. Hasn't your creator taught you manners? You insolent little cretan!" Soren only smiled. Sienna not getting her way again. Always ended with someone getting hurt and most of the time it was Sienna's own doing that got her hurt for her actions. "Sienna. You surprise me. Of course she's being polite. She doesn't have to accept a gift from someone who was not given permission to enter the territory."

During the mist of the chaos, Soren didn't catch Rowan in time to get her out of the club, but he watched as Sienna tossed broken beer bottles at the young vampire. He had been hoping she would miss the broken pieces completely, but they wouldn't harm her that much if she was hit with them. They were lined with silver or holy water, so she would certainly survive the attack, but Sienna would have to be dealt with about it.

He hadn't been expecting her to come at him like she did. Soren had caught her hand aimming for his neck, and he managed to dodge the fist heading for his gut. He had been out of her reach when she had the hand gunning for his gut. "Sienna you won't win this one. Now get out of the dance club or I'll kill you myself."[/color] he snarled as he grabbed both of her wrists and turned her around so her wrists were behind her and she was facing the opposite way with her back to him. "I am still stronger and faster than you are, kjære."[/color] Soren hissed into her ear as he threw her into the wall, hard enough to cause a concussion for a human, if it was possible to give that much damage to a vampire nearly 600 years old.
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WORDS: 367

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Rowan, Sienna

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LYRICS: "Mr. Brightside" - The Killers

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[Rowan Amber]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]413 WORDS FOR SIENNA&SOREN how dare you throw broken glass beer bottles at rowan. I hope they cut Sienna's hands when she threw them. heh heh. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"Who is Rowan?" The question sounded stupid, but Rowan didn't answer it. Why give herself up if someone so stupid enough not to realize who she was couldn't figure out who a Rowan was. It amazed her so many vampires got by through the years. Did their makers just make them for the pure fun of it or was there a purpose for it? Rowan knew for a fact, that she was turned for the pure fun of it. Was on the brink of death by blood loss when the Master turned her, but maybe it was because of something else. She wasn't sure for the true reason why she was turned, but she didn't want to turn out like this idiot asking stupid questions about who someone was. "It is impolite to refuse a present from a guest. Hasn't your creator taught you manners? You insolent little cretan!" The woman sure had a way with words. It seemed impolite that a 'guest' would be acting so rudely toward their hosts. "Xavier didn't have to teach me manners. Your parents should have done that, and frankly I think you're the one being rude. Xavier's ruthless, why would manners come into play? They only get you so far before hell breaks loose." Rowan snapped. She wasn't going to deal with this old vampire. It didn't mean much for her anyways. She wouldn't beat the Master, but she certainly could try. She wouldn't win, Rowan knew that much, but maybe she didn't know about the demons roaming around the area. She would have to deal with those before dealing with the Master. Having gone out of the way of the chaos that had entered Danse Macabre, Rowan had been hoping to avoid any such trouble, but she felt glass hit her skin as such a speed that it had embedded in her skin, but fell as it impacted her skin. She knew who had done it, another rude gestured from their uninvited 'guest'. Rowan was trying to her best to pull the glass shards out that were stuck, but having to prick her fingers trying to touch them was not worth the time or effort. She felt someone close by another vampire who worked at the dance club come over to help her. They didn't seem bothered that she couldn't see them, but it didn't matter to her. She needed all the help she could get to make sure the glass shards were out of her arms. [/style]

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[Sienna Von Mihaili]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #b57692 solid; border-bottom: 10px #b57692 solid;] i will bleed forever ( WORDS ) 342 ( TAGGED ) Rowan / Soren ( STATUS ) COMPLETE "Sienna you won't win this one. Now get out of the dance club or I'll kill you myself." Finding herself wishing to be vastly amused, Sienna let Soren grab both of her wrists and she was positioned in a way in such that her back be to Soren. She was forced against the wall, thrown actually, where the wall recieved a permanent implant of her design. A human would recieve a concussion and perhaps the need for surgery to relieve building pressure. But a vampire could shrug such things off with no ill side effects. Lady Sienna picked herself up off of the ground. She carefully dusted her expensive dress off. She looked at one edge of her dress where the color went from white to an off-white and frowned. "Do you know how expensive this dress was?" she asked. Her entire wardrobe probably cost more then the monthly overhead for the club. She dusted her dress once more with the back of her hand. "You may be stronger then me, Soren. You may also be faster. But you are weak if you refuse to kill me now, eldest brother." By the time she had completely dusted herself off her rage against Rowan was gone. It was silly to try to attack the girl, beer bottles wouldn't do well. It would only ad another physical impurity to the girls skin which would be healed by the time she slept since she had a full stomach. Why kill the girl now? Soren couldn't protect her forever. Sienna turned to leave the club, disappointed in its atmosphere. "You will most certainly regret yourself Soren. The Master of the City is gone and you can not defend it forever from those who would have it." And with that Sienna took her leave up the stairs. The man that had been bleeding out died as pools of blood dribbled on the floor in large numbers. His Master's vampires were already getting anxy about the blood, Sienna just needed to spill a bit more about the city. mwahaha!