Ripping Times in the Dark (Rowan)

[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him Rolling down the great streets of New Orleans in his very own private limo, the Master of the City sat relaxed against the expensive black leather seat, cigarette in his left hand, resting on the wound down window. Wisps of silvery smoke twirling off into the night sky to mix with the neon glow of his city. He never could get used to the now laid back lifestyle he lived, staying within one strip of territory rather than rampaging across the world, ripping werewolves apart with his highly explosive bullets. But despite the ease, he still had his twin oversized pistols strapped under his armpits, hidden beneath his very expensive black suit. Constantly questioning if taking on some of his brother's characteristics was a positive or negative thing; he was certainly making more allies recently. Taking a long drag from the luxury cigarette, Lord Xavier let the (to humans at least) toxic smoke teem inside his lungs before blowing it out the window, watching scantily clad women dancing outside on the pavements. This place was decadence incarnate and he enjoyed it thoroughly, although he knew someone would try and contest him for mastery over this magical land sooner or later. And if he was shunted from his thrown, which was highly unlikely, at least he would have his seven-year strong fledgling with him. Throwing the half-finished cigarette out of the window, bouncing along the road and diving straight into the gutter, the vampire master turned to glance at his loyal fledgling. Maroon eyes moving from her face to her wrist, looking at the mark that still looked as fresh as they day he burned it into her skin. She was extremely rare in that he usually killed slaves within five years of having them, growing bored with their antics but she survived and he wasn't entirely sure if she knew how lucky she really was. Of course, there was no guarantee she would survive the next three years to make it a decade in his service but only time would tell; perhaps eating his brother made him appreciate his slaves a little more. They were few and far between, he just didn't need them as he had done in Romania. Turning away from her, looking back out the window to watch the vampires and humans mingling, he knew it wouldn't be long before the limousine pulled up and they would have to get out. He was visiting one of the clubs that made up his corporate empire, loyal customers for taking blood off his hands, serving it in shot glasses for the partying vampires and curious humans. Things had changed, times had changed, humans recognised and welcomed the immortals into their midst (for the most part), it was all so alien to the ancient vampire as he continued to stare at the youths enjoying their freedom. Half of him dreamed of an oncoming war between humans and vampires, and the other half was comfortable with how much freedom he had been granted here in New Orleans. table and image by crayola.

and we esteemed him not

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2j2ta55.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me Sitting on the seat perpendicular to the elder vampire, Rowan kept to herself, with her eyes on the handheld phone in her hands. She had been searching for a man of Alan Blythe from Canada. Just to see if there was anything of a news story of him since the time she left him. Checking every few years to see if the man had any new marriages or deaths in the family. It seemed to real that he hadn't found her yet. She left nothing for him to trace her when she left Toronto. Watching the women outside of the limo dancing on the street, she turned her eyes to look at Xavier as he watched the women out on the streets. Feeling the buzzing of the phone in her hands, she jumped slightly as she looked to see what it was. Something from someone she had been waiting for instead of it being Alan, she felt some relief. She seemed to have been on the nerve for some reason, maybe it was because of the fact that people were killed and it was reminding her of the man she hit some odd years ago. The deaths now hadn't bother her. She had seen it all before, knowing that each passing moment someone died every minute by someone else who failed to take notice of what they were doing or because the person was hired to kill them. Rowan had found out that she had been in the newspaper after she left that she had been murdered by the serial killer that had been targeting women who were alone. Obvious it was Alan's way of knowing she was gone or he had planned to get rid of her after she encountered him with his lies. "They look like sluts who have been used far too long past their due date," Rowan spoke as she looked at the women they passed on the sidewalks. "Probably not worth a thing now, struggling to keep their life stable and found the easy way out. Or maybe its something they saw as being something to keep people happy even though their private life was unstable and full of abuse." Rowan remembered the time she had a gun pulled on her by Alan. It seemed unreasonable at the time, but she had annoyed him one night after asking him about something, but it seemed stupid that his anger would get the best of him. Her former life seemed to be peeking up on her, sneaking its way to surround her with terror of the man she wanted to avoid. Stashing the cellular phone into the pocket of her jeans, Rowan looked out the window to try and calm herself down. She seemed to have gotten herself into a small tizzy about Alan and him coming after her. Even though it was already fine that he knew she was dead. At least in the sense that he would no longer see her in his life. She needed to get back to reality and put that mask she had been holding on for the last nine years back on. Be seen as the woman who didn't like to murder people for the wrong reasons or be the kind of person like Xavier and kill people just for the fun of it. Focusing her attention outside, helped her nerves calm down as the crowd started to show through the windows. 568 words. Lord Xavier is starring. Bourbon Street is the location.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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and we esteemed him not

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2j2ta55.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me Seeing the look on his face when the phone had vibrated, Rowan felt little embarrassed that she had done such a thing. Before the vibration, she had found out Alan's fourth wife had been murdered and that their five year old daughter, had been killed as well. It made her nervous to think that the man was a cold-blooded, cold-hearted killer toward women. "You find that funny? I'm not on the edge, I just hadn't been expecting it. That's all," replying to his response as she scowled at him as he laughed at her as another cigarette came out. "Hypothetical speaking, if you had another wife, would you kill her if she found something you were trying to hide from her? A self no one knew?" Rowan was going borderline with this question, but the question needed to be answer, to know what another man of such nature would do. She knew about his wife and of him searching of his daughter. She was lucky enough not to get pregnant with any child of Alan's if it meant she would have been killed if found out. "We shall outlive them all and watch as this earth burns before us." Rowan could only think of one thing that would have made her very happy to think about. The day that Alan died of old age for being mortal. I'll find his gravestone the moment I hear of his death. So many people would be happy to have that monster dead. she thought as she watched Xavier smoke his second cigarette. Watching as he took two champagne glasses out, she seemed to have caught the eye of something outside. A familiar face roaming the streets, but it disappeared without another look. She thought it was someone she knew, but didn't think much more of it as she took the glass filled with blood to toast with Xavier. "I think a little toast is in order. Let's toast to our immortality" Or we can toast to hope that Alan doesn't find me and finally put me in the dirt. Rowan smiled, "Toast to our immortality," she joined in just barely touching his glass before she slowly pulled it back toward her to take a sip of it. She didn't see why it was so wrong not to drink from donated blood instead of having it fresh from the source. Maybe it was because she was not a fan of people, being so closed to them and touching them. She was always antisocial, at least with this mask she was. Her old self would have gone straight for the source and enjoy it. Head out and find the party and stay until the dawn hours getting the high she wanted from others, but that's what started her downfall in the first place. If only things could change, and secrets could be revealed, then everything could be for the best or for the worst. 486 words. Lord Xavier is starring. Bourbon Street is the location.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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and we esteemed him not

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2j2ta55.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me She watched as his grin disappear to a frown. Rowan hadn't meant to make him sad about asking the question she had so wanted to hear from another man who wasn't exactly a wife killer. it made her feel better to know that he wasn't someone who would kill their other half for something stupid. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it so personal for you. I know it was a sore subject with the lost of your family," she said putting the half empty glass of blood on the table. her nerves were worked up and made her feel a little weird. Thoughts kept recurring in her mind about any encounter she would come face to face with the man of her past. It always frightened her to think of such nonsense, but she had to make it through without much of anything happening or anyone noticing she was slowly killing herself inside. It had been fine for a while. She had no thoughts of him during her stay in New York before their move to New Orleans. She hadn't even contacted her parents that she was gone, not that they would probably care anyways with their busy schedules. They were probably still hiring nannies so her father could have affairs with them while her mother went around the country with her court cases. Her clumsy self kicked in when she accidentally bumped the champagne glass over on the table. She watched as the blood pooled around the glass like it bleed out of an animal when being stabbed or shot or in the case of a vampire, bitten. Her mind was elsewhere as she stared at it, not really contemplating what she had just done. It was very much unlike her to avoid picking up a mess, being the neat freak she was to make sure she avoided any messes of any sorts. Having felt the limo slowly down, Rowan came back to herself to realize her mistake and went looking for a towel of sorts to pick up the mess. Neatly putting the redden wash cloth on the table after the mess was picked up, she followed the elder vampire out of the limo, taking his out stretched hand to help herself out. She had let go of his hand as she walked onto the sidewalk. Something seemed odd to her as she stood there waiting for him to lead the way. Surveying the area around them, something caught the corner of her eye as she didn't dare to turn her head towards it. A man, of tall stature and muscular. The blond mop on his head hadn't change a bit as his features started to stand out in her mind. "AMETHYST!" she heard the name being called and almost went red with color as she heard the name and the voice. "Amethyst Amber Blyhe, come back here!" Rowan didn't wait for the elder vampire to lead, she disappeared from his side as she mingled into the crowd as the man of thirty-nine years came up to the limo. Stopping short as Rowan wasn't there, but he was faced with the elder vampire. The man wasn't human, but he wasn't a vampire either. Having been living in Canada for most of his life, it seemed he didn't have much laws to follow with being a werewolf. Alan Blythe may have seemed like such a charming man who cared about people, but it was a mask to his true desires as his eyes wandered around the area in search of his favorite wife. OCC: Since the little space would be too space for this I figured I'd put it underneath the post. I kind of want this to be a long-term kind of thing. Alan Blythe trying to find Rowan and bring her back with him to Canada. Of course she won't exactly say who he is or what he wants, but I'm sure Xavier could easily figure that out. She's terrified of the man, but believes him to be human as vice verse to her with him thinking her still the human that she was when he found her. It would be interesting to see him following Rowan around everywhere trying to get her alone or always trying to get her attention. I'll just use him as an NPC. I'll stop blabbing now. Heh heh. 733 words. Lord Xavier is starring. Bourbon Street is the location. Here is the outfit.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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and we esteemed him not

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2j2ta55.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me "Amethyst? Rather dull name for a street walker." Rowan rolled her eyes, knowing the full truth to the name calling. Would he think it was a dull name if the truth came out that she was the Amethyst being called? She had disappeared before Alan had came over to where Xavier stood. She had turned back to look at the encounter to see what would happen. Nothing truly did minus hearing Xavier's dislike toward the man, but she couldn't figure out why. She had felt his hand on her shoulder to let her know they were at the correct club to enter. "Why the distaste for the man back there? He only seemed to be looking for someone. He seemed all to eager to find her," Rowan was trying to avoid releasing she was the Amethyst in question, but the fact that club seemed to make her feel uncomfortable she went inside and held the door open for him. The sound of the music playing and watching all the dancing humans, Rowan was finally glad that she couldn't hear much of anything, at least in a sense that she would have to actually listen to the sound while inside she could just tune into a different person without much cause of hearing the person from before. Rowan had been pushing people out of her way because it was driving her nuts with all the clinging people were doing with their crazy dancing and mad dashes to get a few drinks in their systems before the night's end. She would have gone for the drinks, but they wouldnt' have mattered to her. Wouldn't have made her drunk, maybe she would take on the appearance of being drunk to get the attention from the other drunks, but then who would truly care? She forgot what they doing there that night, but she didn't think it would truly matter with her being there. She figured the elder vampire just needed a companion to tag along with him. 332 words. Lord Xavier is starring. Bourbon Street is the location.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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[Rowan Amber]

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[/i] Rowan heard the telepathic question as she looked around at the people around her. She hadn't drank from any human from the time she was turned, why would she start now? Nothing, Master. she took her response and pushed her away through the crowd to find something decent to stare upon and humiliate in front of everyone.

She always found the humor in tormenting someone in public, even before she had changed names to Rowan, she always had the enjoyment of causing pain to the other person. Amethyst was quite adapt at doing such things in her teen years that it just came nature to Rowan to do it here and now. She came up to a human male who was roughly in his late twenties, early thirties, giving him a wicked smile toward him. She'd play with him for a while before dumping him to move to someone else, but she wouldn't ever drink from the people she mingled with. It seemed odd to her that something that should have been nature to a vampire would irk her so.

The man she had grabbed was drunk and high obviously not completely there in the whole sense of what was going on. She liked that she choose someone who wasn't exactly a talker and mumbling the whole way through. Though she was taken for a surprise when she felt arms wrap around her waist. "Do you remember me, Darling? Oh how I missed the smell of your sweet scent. How lovely it was until you left me so years ago, Amethyst. Come home with me, so that maybe we start a family." the voice was speaking into her eat, quiet enough not very many people could have picked up a word he was saying over the loud music.

"Why would I want to come back with you? You killed your other wives because they found out about your little lies. Leave me alone, Alan Blythe," Rowan's voice was stern and very well unlike the normal Rowan would have reacted if she was in the company of Xavier. Grasping his hands, she tried to peel them away, as the arms closed tighter around her. Her thoughts were crammed with fear, which could have been airway across the club, but she found nothing to help herself get free from the werewolf.

She avoided any kind of contact for help, she wanted to get away herself and avoid the problem all together, but being dragged to the back of the club seemed like a far thing from safety, as she felt something being sliced onto the bare skin of her back and then something poured into the open wound, leaving her gasping and biting to keep from screaming. Alan had dropped her against a wall and left her there to be found, shaking and confused, with a jacket over her, covering his message up. The burning sensation kept her from standing up to find something, but it left her shaken. "Amethyst" had been sliced in her back with a gray clear liquid left on the opened wound to avoid healing over. [/div]

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him The vampire lord couldn't help himself from laughing aloud upon hearing her reply; clearly she had thought he had meant from which throat she would drink. But no, he was asking if she wanted a legitimate drink from the bar, and there you could even get a shot of blood for a few bucks. He had to hand it to the modern day, life was certainly far easier for a vampire, no longer confined to snatching virgins in the night-time to drink their sweet unadulterated blood, the threat of monster catchers on your tail as you fled. And nowadays you can walk into a bar, eyes as red as you like, pull a handful of American dollars out from your back pocket and be served the delicious red nectar in a shot glass. It was mind blowing when you really thought about it, and this vampire had been there to witness all of this tremendous change. But what would the next five-hundred years bring? Watching his fledgling move her way into the throng, Xavier decided to glide around the perimeter, watching people unconsciously moving out of his way as he approached the bar. He had the capacity to cloud the minds of every being in the room, not one single human or vampire would know he was there, but he didn't mind being seen now that he had accumulated so much power and prestige, nobody would dare touch him with the connections he had now. Resting his hands on the bar, maroon eyes gliding over the vast array of bottles, the rainbow of various colours, so much alcohol to choose from. Grabbing the attention of a barman, Lord Xavier ordered himself a double whisky, throwing a few green notes across the bar as he picked up his drink. Raising it in a private toast, the vampire lord downed the drink and ordered himself another one, repeating the same steps as before. While he wouldn't get drunk, he loved the burning sensation in his throat. Just as he turned around, an inebriated vampire stumbled into him, throwing his drink all over the arm of the vampire lord's jacket. The young vampire looked up at the tremendous figure and dropped the glass, smashing on the ground as he realised who he had just spilled his drink over. In the blink of an eye, Xavier's left hand had wrapped itself around the vampire's throat, pulling him off the ground. The male struggled, trying to break free from the Vampire Master's grip but fell limp when his face was smashed in by the vampire lord's free hand. Dropping the bleeding, unconscious vampire to the floor he turned back to the barman, "Get somebody to clear that mess up." Pausing for a second his ears pricked up slightly as he heard his fledgling struggling somewhere in the club, the smell of her blood hitting his nostrils. "And somebody to take my fledgling upstairs." "I take it Jacques is in?" Watching the bartender nod his head, Xavier pushed himself away from the bar, stepping over the vampire he had attacked. Picking his way through the crowd of dancers, he sent his fledgling another telepathic message, Now, what trouble have you got yourself into? There will be a bouncer on his way to take you upstairs where it's safe. Bursting through the other side of the crowd, a vampire henchman opened a door for the Vampire Master and he was quick to move through the doorway and start climbing a flight of scarlet-carpeted stairs. It was time that he pressed on with the business at hand, business with a thin vampire seated at the end of the room, light blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail. But he would wait for his fledgling before speaking. table and image by crayola.

and we esteemed him not

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2j2ta55.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me An unstable mess, Rowan had listened to the telepathic message of the elder vampire, she believed he was back to come get her. Bring her back to Canada, kill her on her homeland and leave her there for the cops to find. She hadn't even noticed the jacket that had been placed on her shoulders, but the pain was still there, burning into her skin. What had Alan done to her? Terrified of the man, she had wanted nothing more to do with the monster now, especially after the current encounter she had with him. She thought that she could have taken him on, but his strength outmatched hers. Picked up by said bouncer, Rowan kept on mumbling something about Alan Blythe, saying his name and telling whoever would listen to keep him away. She wouldn't say what her relationship was with him, but her voice gave it away on how frighten she was of him. Rowan would speak of some tormenting pain on her back on how it burned and uncomfortable it was, but it didn't seem to faze the bouncer carrying her to find out what was making it so painful for her. Carried up a flight of stairs, Rowan had grew quiet as the bouncer had found where the Master of the city was located at as he put her down on the floor to gather herself up than try and help her stand. "She's mumbling something of a burning pain and of a man. I didn't hear much else if she spoke of anything, sir," the bouncer retreated away leaving Rowan against the wall. She had buried herself in the coat, but the smell of it made her rip it off her shoulders as she found out who it belonged to. Her shoulder blades were visible with a ragged cut of letters scrolled into them. They weren't done by a knife which would have left them clean cut. He came up from behind, the man from the street. He wouldn't leave me alone. I tried to fight back, get him off me, he wouldn't. Cut something into my skin, pouring some liquid onto it and left me against a wall with his jacket. Don't let him come back, please... I beg you. Rowan was trying to come up with an apology for getting into a dishevel mess. Trying to take her mind off the problem, she bit her lip as she slowly calmed herself down and drew a blank stare as if she had zoned out. Her thoughts were clouded with fear and misery, and dwelling on years spent in Canada before Rowan Amber came into the picture. Composing herself, Rowan sat silently against the wall, in hopes of not causing trouble for the two other vampires in the room. 461 words. Lord Xavier is starring. Bourbon Street is the location.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him The two vampire males studied one other from their own sides of the room; the one in the chair named Jacques was pressing his fingertips together and watched the Romanian-born ancient vampire closely. Tonight would either be very successful or end extremely messily, the blonde-haired vampire had already seen on the CCTV Xavier battering a young vampire downstairs. And with his little violent outburst, Jacques was hoping that the master of the city would be calmer when doing business that night, not so likely to draw his oversized pistols and begin shooting like a maniac. The slick, blonde vampire wasn't ashamed to admit that Lord Xavier put him on edge because he put everybody on edge, what sort of man eats their own family? But he wasn't a man, he was a monster. Placing his hands behind his back and interlocking his fingers, the vampire lord turned his head a little to the left as one of the club's many bouncers entered the room. Maroon eyes watched as his fledgling was set on the ground, the muscular vampire explaining something or other. Prepare some morphine, Jacques. Five milligrams should be enough. The blonde vampire moved as Rowan squirmed on the ground, Xavier separated his hands, rolled his shoulders into the correct position and allowed his designer black jacket to slip down his arms, catching it in one of his hands. Hanging it up on a coat stand, he rubbed his hands together in delight, the black straps and darkly coloured pistols contrasting against his immaculate white shirt. It was time to see what was wrong with his fledgling, to see what exactly had happened, he could feel her throbbing pain just through the telepathic link they were both sharing with one another. With Jacques appearing by his side, the vampire lord took the syringe and belt that the youthful-looking vampire had handed him. He watched as his fledgling moved across the floor, propping herself against the black-papered wall. He took a few steps towards her and assumed a crouching position so he didn't have to talk at her from such a great height. For some reason, he wasn't gaining a great deal of pleasure from seeing her in pain as he would do had he been watching anybody else. Showing her the belt and syringe, he asked, "Do you want to take something for the pain?" He looked into her eyes, trying to figure out how she had ended up in such a mess. "Then we can see what we can do with your wound." Why did he care so much about this one fledgling? table and image by crayola.

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[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2j2ta55.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me Rowan had felt pain from the wound, but it almost wasn't a bother to her with the adrenaline running through her body. She looked to Xavier as he crouched down beside her, the other vampire standing close by. Looking into his eyes, she tried to find some kind of comfort from him, to ease the frighten state she was in. "Pain? I don't feel any. Please don't' let him near me, he killed his first two wives and his fourth wife. I'm next, please make him go away. I swore he was human when I met him, human..." Rowan was rambling on about Alan Blythe and his murderous attacks on his wives and how she was the next one to go being the third one who made it out alive. All the secrets she wanted to keep hidden were starting to appear, but not the most deadliest ones. Many of those were kept hidden, especially on how she met the man and what went on after that. It would have been best to just give her something for the pain as she probably would feel it later on after she calmed down and wasn't freaking out. She didn't know what was cut into her skin. She figured it had been something to warn her about him or along the lines, instead of her real name. Would she be looked at differently if her real name was brought up and her story told? Rowan was sitting with her chin resting on her right knee cap as if she was hugging her legs together to form a ball, if it would keep her calm and content. "How big of a wound is it? It burns. I want to scratch it, but I can't reach it," her voice was steady as she tried to wipe the bloody tears away from her rosy cheeks to keep from staining her clothing. Are you mad with me? 319 words. Lord Xavier is starring. Bourbon Street is the location.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him Listening to the ramblings of his fledgling, Xavier decided then and there not to inquire or probe about what on earth she was going on about. He would have to wait when she was a little more level-headed, not as delirious as she was now. Whilst she said she didn't need anything for the pain, the vampire lord decided to ignore her, "You will need something for the pain. Better to do it now than when you're in total agony." Slowly and carefully repositioning himself beside his favourite fledgling, holding the syringe in his mouth as he tightened the belt around her left arm, gradually swapping the syringe for the belt, holding it taught in his mouth. It would surprise most that this vampire was quite adept when it came to handling and administering drugs whether it be to himself of others. Belt still in his mouth, Lord Xavier tapped the syringe until all of the air bubbles had vanished, moving the plunger a little to ensure that the solution had settled. Tapping one of her veins with his left hand, he waited patiently for it to grow a little more prominent before resting the tip of the syringe on it. Looking up at his wounded fledgling, looking her in the eyes for a few seconds, he cast his gaze back down as he slipped the needle into the vein, a red orchid billowing into the solution before he pushed the plunger down completely. Releasing the belt from his mouth, watching it loosen completely, the vampire lord slowly withdrew the syringe from Rowan's vein. Jacques passed him a piece of cotton to press against the tiny wound on her arm, to stem the bleeding. The blonde vampire picked up the used syringe and the belt, disappearing to the other side of the room to put them out of harm’s way. Both male vampires conscious they would have to postpone their business. "Don't be ridiculous," the vampire lord replied aloud, responding to her telepathic message. "I'm furious with whoever did this to you." Standing up to his full height, the vampire master offered both of his hands to help her up off the floor. He couldn't assess the damage when she had her back to the wall, he would need to see it standing up, and if it was serious enough then he would call an ambulance. Because of the fact she said the wound still hurt, Xavier suspected that her attacker had used a silver blade meaning the wound would heal a lot slower than normal. Looking at Jacques as he offered to help his fledgling up, he requested, "Get one of your men to send some blood upstairs, we'll see if that helps her for now." The blonde vampire nodded and sat back at his desk, picking the handset from a telephone up, talking into it, requesting some pouches of blood be sent up. table and image by crayola.

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