Post by Pandora LeAmour on Jul 6, 2009 22:34:57 GMT -5
(a continuance of Passing The Time rp)
Pandora LeAmour
Mathas
Grace Alexander
Rembrant "Styx" Devereaux
She was seated at one of the simple booths located in the Mortals side of the Tavern, early enough to catch a table to herself, not that it would remain that way for very long. One gloved hand rested under the surface of the table in her lap, the other on top the table, fingers drumming to the sound of the evenings music.
The Tavern itself was relatively empty at the moment, but Pandora was certain it would pick up. Afterall, it was the end of a work day, and many of the local workers sought ale after a long day of slaving away for little coin.
She had been advised to take seat on the NightWorld section of the Tavern, but with a simple icy gaze to Obsi, that notion was instantly dropped. She had no intention of sitting among those of her kind, else she could very well do that at home, in the Tower. No, tonight she wanted to be among the living. Where better to feed?
Infront of her sat a full glass of red liquid. Wine, of some sort, not that Pandora had ever tasted it before. Vampires could force themselves to eat and drink as mortals did, but it wasn't exactly pleasant. Infact, it often tasted absolutely horrid, thus the glass would most likely remain full the duration of her stay.
Her eye's danced around the few occupants of the Tavern thus far. A man and woman sat opposite the room of her, their chairs pressed intimately close. To her right someone had pushed two tables together, and a total of six men and two women were crammed around drinking merrily and telling tales, undoubtedly of the work day they had just survived. To Pandora's left, it was empty. The tables looking frolong and lonely as they waited some poor sod's company.
Pandora's attention was on the largest of the two groups, seeing as it was the only one where the sexes were in an odd number. Occassionally she would glance towards them, her eyelashes fluttering, until one of them would notice her gaze, in which case then she would instantly drop her eye's back to her table as if embarrassed to have been caught looking.
After about the third or fourth time, Pandora didn't even need to watch, for it seemed that each time she glanced up towards the active table, someone was watching her. She'd give them a shy timid smile, a smile fit for a nineteen year old lass, and slowly lower her eyes.
First, you attract their attention. Then you flirt and give them the chance to retalliate. Then, you dance. And then, why, and then you feed, of course.
It didn't take long for two of the men to rise from their table, shouldering each other playfully, as each of them struggled to be the first to arrive at her table. Pandora watched them playfully banter back and forth until the drunker of the two went sprawling on his ass. She chuckled quietly, as the poor drunkard blushed and let loose a long line of profanity towards his friend.
The one still standing made it to her table, and gave a cheeky grin of his own, apologizing for his friends use of language in the presence of ladies, which Pandora quickly shrugged off with a gesture of her hand.
Her smile stretched, and Pandora reminded herself to breath, blink and fidget her fingers. When the fallen drunkard gain the use of his feet once more, he too joined his friend at her table, and Pandora politely gestured to the empty chairs around her.
Both men instantly dropped their bottoms into seperate chairs, driven by the hypnotic tone in the vampires voice. Pandora spent the next twenty minutes coming up with excuses for why a 'girl like her was doing in a place like this' followed by a series of pointless comments as she listened to the two men babble on about practically anything that popped into their small mortal brains.
Finally, when it seemed like the men would be content stuttering their stories all night long, Pandora turned her eye's to the one whom seemed more... intoxicated, a teasing grin upon her carefully painted face.
She wanted a nice feed first, and thus why she chose the lesser drunk first. After her initial hunger was sated, she could feast upon the drunkard with pure want rather then need.
I vampire whom does not eat, does not drink mortal things, cannot taste or dire the effects of such things. However, when the one they drank from had a blood alcohol level high enough, and that blood was ingested, the alcohol in the blood allowed a Vampire to feel the buzz in which the mortal themselves felt.
It was the other man, the less intoxicated one, that spoke up first, shoving his chair back and giving his friend a hearty punch on the shoulder, a gesture Pandora herself never understood, before offering her his hand.
Placing her gloved hand into his outstretched one, Pandora then slowly rose from her chair, her eye's now on the dance partner she had just selected. As he led her out to the floor, which didn't really have much of a dance floor, just a gap in the tables and chairs, Pandora glanced over her shoulder and winked at the frowning drunkard whom still awaited his promised dance at her table.
Oh he was so bad. Bad Matty! But...teehee...it was so FUN!
The bad doggie didn't know that this little man had given his collar a slip--and BOY would he be angry when he found out! So so funny. It'd do him good to see the Smith overcome with rage to find that he, little Matty, had given his precious guards the slip right under his nose! OH fun INDEED!
But what to do now? He needed a fix--And how! But no...he couldn't do that. He WOULDN'T do that. She had him enraptured enough--but no more! Just a few more agonizing...painful...suicidal....tormenting days of torture, and he'd be free, FREE FREE from her FOREVER! Mwhahahaha! Just like a bird set free from its cage! No more would the bars of her betrayal capture him!
A surrogate then. Nothing could compare of course, but there were ways to...dull the pain. Oh, and how. Getting bloody drunk would be a good start...and so he made his way to the tavern. owing to such a crappy die roll, he did not see nor here his fateful temptress before he flung the door open wide, his face pale but sweating, his lips pulled back from his teeth in an unconscous snarl. And then his gaze fell upon her--bedecked yet again as a mortal. WHY? WHY did she mock him so? Why had time and time and time again she mock him? And as if the smith wasn't bad enough--which he was--now she was here, waltzing around the floor with some...some FOOL!
Mathas quickly ducked back into the shadows, hoping she had not yet seen him while the rage rose like bile within him. Bubble, bubble, little wrath, fill me up like a cauldron--give me the strength to do what I must do and then forget about it!
She had not, infact, noticed Mathas arrival. Too intent she was on glamouring the mortal man with whom had his hands positioned a little to low for her comfort. She could not afford to make an error, for she herself had forbidden all vampires to feed from uneviled mortals. She herself had restricted their meals to outside the realm of Tranquility, with the exception of those meals provided by the Tower or the Castle itself. And yet, here she was, breaking her own law.
Of course, she could get away with it. Not because she was the Master of the City, for the most part, and not because it was her own law, but because she was a Master Vampire, and with that came the ability to mind roll. She could feed without a single mortal person whom did know what they were looking for aware of what was taking place, and not only could she do it without witnesses, but she had the ability to roll her victims mind so that he held not a single memory of ever seeing her before.
The two of them swirled around the small open space in the Tavern, he enjoying the fact that with nearly ever step, his hand 'accidently' slipped further down her backside, she glamouring him into the illusion that she was simply snuggling up against him.
Had she not been so focused on the task at hand, she would have instantly sensed Mathas arrival. Lucky for him, she was hell bent on her own task at the moment.
Her head cradled against his shoulder and she whispered pathetic lies of charm and desire. Her icy cold lips brushed against his neck again and again, the glamour giving him the illusion that her kisses were moist and warm. And then, without even needing to change her posture, her movements, with absolutely no telltale at all for those whom did not know what she was, Pandora sank her teeth into his throat, and took that first healthy gulp of his sweet nector.
As they continued to move to the quiet sound of the music, his friends jeering and cheering his 'captor', Pandora drank, keeping the glamour up for him to think she was simply a young easy woman, kissing her dance partners throat as they moved gracefully around the small space.
Mathas' own blue eyes seemed to fill with hellfire at what he was seeing. The stupid townsfolk might be blind enough to believe the act, but Mathas knew what tricks...tricks and lies and meaningless little words, toys for her to set before him--she kept hidden under her druthers. He pulled the hood of his cloak even higher. He was just....JUST...this side of sane. Even still, his hands curled into fists around his knife in the pocket. Well, well. Well INDEED. He knew JUST how to deal with this situation, didn't he? Oh yes, he did. No, he rather thought it was time for pandora to be reminded of just what circumstances they had met under--to remind her of the reason he had been sent to her lair of seductive vileness in the first place. He would wait....just barely wait...until she finished her silly, unnatural facade. He could not, of course, go back on his vow to the Mutt--his only chance for freedom--lest he call out her...unnaturalness! But he had to keep quiet......for now. But that didn't mean he had to behave. Oh yes, Mr. Roman hands was about to get his comeuppance...but first...FIRST little matty had business with the...the...Old Bat! Yes, thats what she was!
He smirked, looking well for the first time in several days. In a burst of daring, relying on everyone being too drunk to remember his face (which had aged a lifetime in the last few years anyway) He tossed down the hood of his cloak, grinned widely and made a point of stalking right through the middle of the dancefloor, very near to Pandora and her newest poor shmuck--indeed his replacement shmuck. There was some dark haired, anonymous village girl at the bar, eying him appreciatively, and so he made a beeline for her.
The movement caught Pandora's attention, and she regretted what she had to do next. Withdrawing her own canines from the dancer's next, Pandora slid her tongue over the wound, watching even now as the marks began to heal with her salava.
The man was now a bit unsteady on his feet, which I guess was to be expected seeing as he just lost a considerable amount of blood, but Pandora simply chuckled quietly and continuing on with her whisperings, glanced around the room. She wasn't quick enough to catch Mathas' face, but now that she was not so busy with glamour, she could sense him.
What on earth was that fool doing here, anyways? He was supposed to be locked in the cell back at the Tower... Unless... Unless Tathar had not trusted her and sent him forth to spy.
With her dance partner hardly even able to stand, Pandora turned her charm back to him, and carefully led him back to the table where his friends were seated.
She handed him over to the man whom rose and slinked his arm around his friend, carefully lowering him back into a chair. The rest of the table laughed and began bantering about how they would never let him live this one down.
Pandora smiled as if in on the joke, and bent forward so that she was eyelevel with the weakened Mortal.
Even as she said the words, her icy blue eye's locked upon his own, she began to roll his mind. Nothing quite dramatic, thankfully. Some people simply did not have the experience with mind rolling and tended to erase way too much. Pandora, luckily, had centuries of practice. She simply rolled his mind so that he would remember entering the Tavern with his friends, and then nothing until the word 'dance' hit him.
Then, straightening herself once more, Pandora gave a polite smile to his friends, and turned away, heading back to her own table, where the even drunker fool was still sitting, waiting patiently for his own dance number with her. As she walked, she scanned the room for Mathas, knowing he was here.
Considering the way the players were both rolling, things just were not going to go well for anyone tonight. Mathas had selected this girl cuz she looked cute and easy--and it was likely to be so, but the more that Mathas looked at her, the more umcomfortable he became. She looked...oddly familliar. Of course that could just be the lack of drugs, but...no. He became increasingly sure that this was Elspeth Grodan...the daughter of one of the women he had murdered during his strangling days. But what could he do? why, he could be Mathas, of course. He grinned, bought her a drink, stood and kissed her softly and intimately on the neck. After all, that was their cardinal rule, wasn't it? Never let on that you know more than you should. And besides...he was done with her, much the same way that Pandora was done with her current toy. He promised her a thousand roses, a white cottage, hell, a damn great PONY, then turned without a second glance and made his way towards the table of drunkards. He didn't care if Pandora saw--nay, he WANTED her to see. He helped himself to an easy seat.
"Well hey there, gents. Seems tonight's your lucky night, eh?"
He waved a vague hand in Pandora's direction.
-She found herself here again. sitting down in a dark corner the book of shadows open as she reads the scripts and she would feel the shadows yearn to be let free but she closes her eyes and then closes the book, the voice from it fading some what but still she can hear it calling out for her to find the other parts.=
Alright, so it was impossible to not notice Mathas, thus her player didn't even bother to roll on that one. Instead, Pandora forced herself to smile pleasantly, as she held out her hand to the even drunker fool that had waited patiently for her to dance with.
Allowing him to gain the illusion of leading her onto the floor, when ultimately she did most of the leading since, lets face it, he could barely stand on his own two feet let alone tell which way was forward and which was back.
As she placed a single hand into his, and the other on his shoulder, Pandora supported the majority of his weight with her own, so that he didn't appear to weaver on his feet all that much anymore. Perhaps the others would think he wasn't as drunk as they thought he was. Perhaps he would think the same. Either way, Pandora wasn't about to stumble around with him.
Her voice was low, suggestive, even as over his shoulder she stared at Mathas at the table with the group of her dancers friends. Every so often she had to pretend she was simply looking at her dance parter, for she couldn't very well have one of the guys at the table take notice of the daggered eyes glaring at this so called Josebah fella.
It would prove to be difficult to glamour and listen to what Mathas was saying at the same time, and but not impossible. Afterall, if a Vampire could think while she slept, she certainly could multitask two small things such as this!
And so, Pandora tossed up a beautiful glamour with the drunkard of a petete little blond girl and he dancing so gracefully as if born to go together. As she did so, she nested her head against his shoulder. With herself positioned this way, she could both get away with not watching her dance partner, and listen intently to every little word Mathas said from the table.
Supporting his weight made it difficult to look cute and charming, but that's what glamour was for, was it not?
Between support the weight of a full grown, and beyond the belief of drunk man, evesdropping on Mathas, and glamouring her way through a feeding to make it resemble a simple intimate moment, Pandora had her senses full, else she would have also taken notice of the odd girl in the dark corner, merely because it wasn't often that someone brought a parchment book to a Tavern.
After the men hesitantly agreed that he was right, Mathas seemed to be paying Pandora almost no attention at all. It seemed she had bigger fish to fry--and so did he. He narrowed those conviently charismatic eyes at the one whom had dared--DARED--to let himself be fed on. Oh no. If Mathas couldn't be bitten, then neither would anyone else live to tell about it.
His smile was completely charming, and the man, already low on alcohol and loss of blood, returned it with good nature. After all, he was a nice enough fellow.
He let his eye wander, spotting Grace in the corner. His lips twitched.
His grinned became even wider as the man surveyed Grace. Perhaps this plan would work--he'd make a great fool out of the man first--add insult to impending injury--and then he'd kill him. And he'd do it all with that snotty, smirky half smile.
=She could feel your eyes on her as she opens the book again. Reading it slowly as her eyes would glance to you almost telling you "yeah think those thughts about me I'll gauge your eyes out" as she turns back to her book. It holds the serect to how she was made where she draws her powers and prehaps her redemption.-
It wasn't impossible to hear Mathas words, even from her position across the floor. When he mentioned another girl, Pandora couldn't help but shift her dance partner's body around so she could get a glance of her. Ah yes, the woman whom had not yet reported to the Tower. She was clearly a NightWorlder, and had Pandora been aware of the book that she held in her hands, would have ordered it taken away.
Unfortunately, though she was good, she was not that good. She couldn't just pick up the title of the book from her position across the room and in the arms of a drunkard. Just another NightWorlder, being a good little girl and reading in a darkened Tavern. Nothing out of the ordinary about that!
Seeing as Mathas didn't seem to be causing all that much trouble as of yet, though Pandora knew for a fact he most certainly had something up his sleeve, Pandora turned back to her meal in her arms. Glamouring him once more, though the poor drunk didn't much need it, she then sank her teeth into his neck as well, the sweetness of his blood tinted with the bitterness of alcohol hit her in waves, and Pandora found herself weavering just as much as her partner would have been had she not been holding him up on his feet.
Oh, the sweet taste of blood, the stinging buzz of alcohol. Why, she had forgotten how affective that stuff was. Thank the Goddess for blood alcohol levels.
Pandora ceased dancing around with the man, it being too difficult now to glamour, keep an eye on those in the room, support her partners weight while spinning around the room and enjoying the taste all at one. They stood there, his hands low on her backside, hers holding him firmly in place as she 'kissed' his neck.
When her own head began to swell and the lingering affects of the alcohol in his blood began to take it's own toll on her, Pandora released her mouth from his neck, tracing the wounds with the tip of her tongue. She then glamoured the man into thinking he was still quite drunk, and escorted him back towards his table, thus back towards Mathas.
As she approached the table, she gave them all, Mathas included, the sweetest mortal smile she could, this time helping the meal into his chair herself.
She then repeated her actions of bending down infront of the man, and locking her icy blue eyes on him. It took all her focus to roll his mind so the last little while didn't take place at all. When she was certain she suceeded, Pandora straightened herself once more.
Oh that smile, that smile of an angel, how could he ever have doubted her? Even as he knocked back his drink and saw that smile, he knew it was just another lie, a facade, but how could it be resisted? It couldn't. It couldnt. He leapt to his feet in an instant.
"Surely you cannot be so done with dancing yet, my sweet woman of mystery? Surely you have time left for...just one more, with a poor country boy like me?"
He focused his eyes on her, and he had no charm abilities other than those he was born with. He wondered if she'd accept. If she did, she'd likely no just what he had planned. What would she do about it? He smirked impishly at her. But...it was also a test, to see if he could refrain from becoming a tiny, whimpering pup at her hands.
Meanwhile, Pandora's first appetizer--who'd shorly be Mathas' first victim--was eyeing Grace quite adamantly. While "Josebah" had engaged Pandora's attention, he finally rose, swaying on his feet, and came to Grace's table.
=she would see the man come over and closing the book and placing it into her bag she would look up the guy. Drunk Men she hated them with a passion as she would look to you.=
Pandora turned her sweet smile over to Mathas as he jumped from his chair and, infront of witnesses, asked to dance. He wasn't as stupid as some of the NightWorld thought, Pandora silently reminded herself. He knew perfectly well that she could not refuse his request to dance, not infront of other people and not without perking more curiousity then she could afford them to have.
Oh, heck no she wouldnt, but what else was she going to say?!
This time, however, she did not wait for Mathas to take her hand as she had with the other two men whom had been her companions of the evening. Instead, Pandora stepped aside, and gestured infront of her for Mathas to lead the way.
The two guards whom had escorted her to the Tavern this evening made to come forward, but Pandora simply held up a hand to halt them in their step. Not would not be the ideal time to make a commotion. They had to appear as if they were every day mortals in the Tavern, and how suspicious would it look if two guards came hurrying over to tackle Mathas to the ground?
Besides, she was in quite high spirits, be it the fresh meals, or the blood alcohol she took from them. Either way, right now Pandora was beyond reasoning. Her childlike giggle as she heard the bookwormed woman scold her poor drunken victim proved this. After all, it wasn't really his fault, he was suffering from a mild case of the highs.
Mathas raised his eyebrows at Pandora. Oh, so who had the upper hand NOW, huh? It seemed it didn't always take one to know one. He skirted around the outside of the table to the floor, bowing sligihtly, exposing her neck. He knew he at least was in no danger from THAT aspect. He tugged her--perhaps more forcefully than he would have a normal girl--into his arms, and his grin grew wider. He was not a respectable man, and he put his hands in exactly the same place as all of the other gents, his eyes twinkling, daring her to speak out against him. He spun her gracefully away, whispering to her as she did not need to do with him.
He nearly shouted that last one, but spun her out to cover the awkward moment, then pulled her back just as close, once more under control.
Elsewhere, the drunkard was having a bit of a time keeping up with current events--such as his dismissal.
Gritting her teeth, and still managing to smile at the same time, now THAT deserved some sort of reward. A dammed trickary task that was. His hands on her behind.. Oh, she would have loved to show him exactly where he could place his hands, but alas he was safe, for the duration of their visit in the Tavern, at least.
Instead of speaking, mostly for fear she'd hiss and all hell would break loose, Pandora remained silent. She allowed Mathas to lead her into a dance, and simply glared at him the entire time.
When he spoke of fun for the both of them, Pandora arched her eyebrows ever so slightly. Keeping in step with his every move, though for a vampire, she suddenly wasn't as graceful as she should have been. Mind you, that is not to say she was stumbling all over the place, but rather she actually moved like a mortal now, thanks to the blood alcohol level now inside her.
Pandora parted her lips to whispers, hoping that those around them would take it as a private intimate conversation between man and woman, when infact she was just struggling not to give herself away. How he had the ability to take a perfectly pleasant evening and turn it to ash was beyond her.
Her smile was back, be it control or just the pleasant buzz that a vampire so rarely got to feel unless they sought out drunkards every evening. Thank the Goddess Tathar wasn't here to see this. She wasn't sure which of the two would be in more trouble, Mathas for escaping the cell, and gropping Pandora, or Pandora herself for drinking from a drunkard and thus lowering her own guard.
Her error cut off as she heard the bookworms words. Good lord, she had to have heard her wrong... The woman was supposed to be pretending to be mortal.. Of course, there was no law saying you couldn't be a mean ol' mortal, but still.
Without even realizing it, Pandora shook her head, a quiet groan escaping her lips as the room tilted ever so slightly.
What could she say. Vampires didn't get dizzy, they didn't get exausted.
He had been walking for days, hunting for others. A smile on his face as he headed to the tavern, he figured he might drop off some orders for Obsi and Dian. They loved his catch, for every time he hunted or fished outside the area, he caught something worthy of a king's attention. Walking in, he would spot Pandora and walk over. It seemed that the tavern was full of life tonight.
He couldn't do it. How could ever he have thought he could wrong her? Such a thing was impossible. He brought his face closer to hers, and even here mere PRESENCE seemed to allay some of the horrors of the last few days. He actually purred.
And that might have been it. MIGHT have been, if only she hadn't started that name. Oh he knew what name it was. Suddenly his grip tightened vicelike on her arms--forget the drunks, forget the guards--his nails dug into her gloves as he pulled her right up to him, not bothering about secrecy any more. His fractured psyche had snapped.
And he shoved her away, just as Remy conveniently came by, sending her sprawling towards him unless she could catch herself.
and he spat at her feet.
The drunk, seemed to get the picture, and hurried away. She wasn't THAT cute.
She hadn't even realized she had almost called him by the wrong name, what on earth was going on. If this was what drunkenness felt like, hell if she'd ever understand why mortals longed for it so.
The next thing she knew, He was quite litterly yelling in her face, and then he shoved her. Mind you, if her were but a normal mortal boy, he wouldn't have been able to budge her, but he had feasted on her blood one too many times, and now he had more strength then he was good for. Mix this in with the fact that Pandora was full of blood intinted with alcohol from the mortal whom had drank it before she drank from him, and she hadn't a bats chance in hell at stopping herself from his thrust.
She stumbled a few steps, managing to catch her balance before she sent both herself and the one whom she had bumped into (Remy) to the floor. Instantly her guards were heading for Mathas, and this time Pandora made no movement to stop them. Instead she turned to the crowd whom were standing close enough by to have witnessed the entire thing.
Oh lord, now was definately not the time to have anything less then a level head. To protect not her, and certainly not Mathas, but Tathar from the accusations and curiousity of the mortals within the Tavern thanks to Mathas' outburst, Pandora could only do one thing.
She kept her eye's on the room, watching each mortal carefully as very quietly she spoke to Remy.
Then, allowing the gifts of a Master Vampire to take hold of her, Pandora addressed only the group of mortals in the tavern, even as her guards surrounded Mathas. Her voice was clearly different, soft and hypnotic.
These words were not issued as a statement, but rather a hypnotic trance that had the mortals within the room thinking that they were merely thinking these thoughts themselves. As if no one had spoken them aloud.
It is so energy consuming and dangerous to attempt to roll more then one individual at a time, but in this situation, Pandora could think of nothing else to do. She focused all her energy, all her attention, on mind rolling the innocent mortals within the room into thinking that Mathas simply had too much to drink and was ranting and raving about complete nonsense.
As she focused, her energy began to burn up. Her bloodstore that she had taken began to diminish, and even the alcohol in her system, thanks to the drunkards blood take, began to die away. She reached behind her and gripped hold of Remy's arm with her gloved hand, hoping he was strong enough to support her weight.
-She would watch and hear the voice but she would shurg it off she is being left alone and return to her mead the book hidden away safely. Her mind is clearing a lot of it's influence of it's call to her but still the corruption is there she's become far more violent then she ever has been in her couple hundred years of life.-
Remy looked to see the disturbance and then saw Pandora, who was with some guy not master like…and then saw him get aggressive. His face tensed, almost shifting a little but luckily there was no light where he was and by the time he got back into the lantern light it was not noticeable. He reached to catch Pandora, and was knocked over.
As soon as she got up, he would hold her up, and nod as she talked to him, telling him not to mention anything of what was to happen. He had no such magic, but was enticed by it, and a little turned on by holding her. But that was because he was an animal and women did that to him. He continued to not budge even after she was done. Beginning to lead her to a chair, his strength for such a small being overwhelmingly visible to her but not the mortals.
The guards drag him away to the tower where the only sound that echo from his cell are sobs
She allowed Remy to escort her back to a chair, and carefully settled into it, her spine straight as a board. Then she remembered that she was supposed to appear as a mortal, and instantly forced herself to slouch. Any whom caught that would probably just chalk it up to a young lass recovering from being attacked by a man.
Her eyes gazed past Remy and towards Mathas, where Pandora's private escorts were already collecting him. Each guard grabbed hold of either one of his arms, and quite litterly lifted him up high enough where if he wanted to make a break for it, wouldn't be able to do so with his feet off the ground. Then, turning towards Pandora, she gave a faint nod of her head, hoping none of the mortals noticed it, and watched as they dragged him through the Tavern and out the door, undoubtedly assumed to be on their way to the Castle's dungeons, when in fact he would be escorted roughly back to the tower and back into the cell that he had come from.
Turning to study the room, Pandora was pleased to see that the mortals were simply hovering around, watching the door even after the guards and Mathas' back had disappeared through it. Then the buzzing started up again, and relief flooded through her as she caught the conversations about how the pool fool had drank way too much and attacked a perfectly innocent woman.
Her eyes then turned towards Remy and she spoke just barely above a whisper, knowing he would hear her perfectly, but the mortals around the Tavern would not.
Thankfully she was well painted, courtisy of her personal attendant Bertha, for the paleness of her skin was not visible. She simply looked like a shaken up young girl, which was pretty good an excuse seeing as she was quite litterly exausted from the effort it took to mass mind roll.
-she would close her eyes and just try to have her beloved shadows come and caress her to cover and hold her but they do not answer her call here and ddep down it's hurting her. It's all she's known for so long the only touch she's known.-
He would take a seat beside her as she finally was able to get comfortable, a little bit surprised and confused by such a question, but he figured she was a little startled by being pushed by some rude guy who probably never see light of any kind again. He had the urge to light his pipe, but he liked keeping himself in one whole being, so he chuckled to himself before asking.
he would glance over his shoulder at Grace, not being able to smell or sense what she was. He looked back to Pandora curious to what had been happening while he was off hunting.[/color]
She of course noticed that he glanced towards the bookworm, and she gave an absent wave of her hand. She continued to speak in a hushed voice, even though the mortal drunkards weren't paying any attention anymore.
Ah yes, he didn't know about that, did he? Afterall, he hadn't been by the tower lately and wouldn't have the faintest idea that there was a new Master tending to business now, unless the NightWorld gossip vine had been reaching beyond Tranquility. Raising her voice, she spoke louder.
Then she returned her tone to as normal as she could get given the circumstances.
-The book still in the bag she doubles checks yup it's still there as she would finish her meade standing up and movieing with a grace that showed royal trianing and a fine up bringing she would move to the bar and ask for another paying with very acient gold coins some of them well predating rome as she would get her glass she would return to her seat in the corner where the most shadows where.-
”New…mas…?”
He had indeed not heard, and it was obvious to see. As she mentioned the whol looking at the girl scenario, he just grinned and shook his head. It wasn’t like he chased every skirt like it was a mail carrier. He then caught what she said.
He did glance at her before standing up and walking over to Pandora. He had something for pretty women, and that was something he was used to. Everyone knew what a dog liked to do. Especially one like him. He could smell the alcohol on Pandora when he carried her over there, but he said nothing regardless to that.
Pandora LeAmour was simply too dangerously close to exaustion to put up a fight. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now, he had a point. The tower was her best bet right now, and given her current situation, she probably wouldn't make it two steps out of T2 without some sort of help, but that she was really fanciful of admitting that.
She even provided the coin by reaching into her bossom and withdrawning a couple of shillings, and lying them on the table infront of her. Then she closed her eyes as the room did that funny dance thing. Vampires never got dizzy unless they were near starvation. Near death, if that's truely what you could call it. And if this was dying, she'd never again complain about living for eternity.
Still slouched in her chair, Pandora may very well have been weak, but she was still equally stubborn. She would not rise of her own accord until he had stopped oggling the bookworm and at least treated her to a drink.
-she would sip her mead and reach into the back stroking the binding of the book as if it was alive just needing to make sure it was still there.-
He couldnt help but look at her chest when she got the coins and smile, taking them from the table and nodding as he headed to the counter to order. Turned out maybe he had missed a lot. This was not Obsi or Dian serving him a drink. He ordered a scotch and walked back to the table, taking out a small flask and placing it in front of her.
He glanced over the flask, sipping some of his alcohol from the glass. His words were low. None would hear them.
Pandora summoned enough strength to shake her head stubbornly, using a gloved hand to shove the flask away from her.
Sure, were she not so pigheaded, she probably should have done exactly what he suggested, it would have at least given her the strenth and certainty of a longer life until she reached the Tower for a meal she greatly needed. Right now, however, she wasn't thinking rationally.
Her eye's went unfocused towards the door.
Then she remembered. Her escorts weren't here anymore, they had left earlier, dragging Mathas with them. With a quiet grunt, Pandora planted both gloved hands on either side of her chair and halled herself to her feet.
Her voice weavered and then cut off as her eye's closed and she stood there a moment, gaining her balance. After a few moments, she opened her eyes once more and took a slow step away from her chair, glancing to two of the men from earlier and giving a weak smile.
As they offered her a hand and an escort home, Pandora held up a single gloved hand brushing off their polite offers.
He watched her get up and refuse the flask and weakly and very stubbornly leave him there. He just shook his head and walked up behind her, nodding to the other men that were watching her.
He slowly placed his arm around her, using his free hand to slide the flask into his pocket. He tried to be nice. He understood that some people just had certain standards and he could live with that. He watched the bookworm leave past them, and he just chuckled. He never thought he would have to help Pandora to the tavern, but life was full of odd suprises.
Her spine went riggid and she allowed the pup to guide her. Afterall, sometimes you had to let your ego down a notch or two if you wanted to survive. Her only goal now was to make it back to the Tower, feed on something strong, and rest. Oh yes, rest would most certainly be nice right about now.
Not for the first time, Pandora wondered how Tathar was making out with his new position. This was, afterall, the first night she had left him completely alone to do it. Apparently he wasn't doing too well if Mathas had slipped out without his knowledge.
The two of the exited the Tavern and slowly began the walk along the path that would lead them to the Tower. Pandora, luckily, was the only one whom was allowed in without the deginated cloak, since William worked for her. She lived there, afterall.
As said tower came into sight, Pandora seemed almost too eager to get inside. She not only needed to feed now, but wanted to. Relished it. A feed that wasn't tarnished by alcohol. The sooner she could feed, the sooner she could sleep. Pray the lord Tathar wouldn't be there to see her enter... He'd never let her live it down.
He walked her up the tower, up the hill to where he would nod to William. He didn't happen to have his cloak on him tonight, and he wasn't going to walk in. He was sure William could get her in, that was of course unless she wanted him to lead her the rest of the way. He stopped at the door, and smiled, nodding to her as he loosened his grip on her waist.
She simply shook her head, and gestured for William to come and help her inside, as much as the old man could.
Hell, she didn't even say thank you! The Tower door opened and William exited, followed by her two escorts whom had already deposited Mathas into his cell, making certain he could not get out. Allowing them to slip their arms around her, Pandora entered the tower. Behind her, William gave a nod of his head and proclaimed his thanks for the Hyena bringing home the old Master, before he too entered the Tower and quickly closed the door behind him, fastening the bolt back into place.
Pandora issued weak orders to the guards who supported her weight, informing them she would need to visit the Feeding Rooms immediately. More then anything, she wanted to feed from Tathar but that was beyond possible.
As the guards brought her into the Feeding Room, Pandora gestured with her hand for them to leave her. Her meal was then brought in and Pandora feasted best she could. She did a horrid job at it, so much wasted blood... But at least she was strong enough to support her own weight. Mind Rolling multiple people at the same time took a heavy toll on even the most powerful Master Vampire, and Pandora certainly was not that powerful.
Slow but at least steady footsteps carried her from the Feeding Room, past the guards whom hovered by thinking she would still need them, and towards the door of the Tower once more. Instead of stepping out, however, Pandora hung a left and entered Williams Room.
There was absolutely no way she would make the jump, so she painfully climbed the notches in the wall. An easy task seemed to take forever tonight.
When she reached the upper level Master Quarters, that she shared with Tathar, Pandora passed on her own cot. Instead, she walked directly to Tathar's sleeping form and slid into the bed beside him, her cold body not risking touching his warmed one for fear of waking him up.
If she were to die tonight, which clearly wasn't going to be the case since she had already fed, but come on she's not exactly in her right mind, she would do it exactly where she longed to be. Next to the one she had fallen in love with, and had never told him so.
Pandora kept a fine line, and his own fabric between the two of them, knowing that her cold body wouldnt' be apprecaited, and she closed her eyes. Rest... Slow to come, but once it overtook her, there was nothing that would wake her.
Pandora LeAmour
Mathas
Grace Alexander
Rembrant "Styx" Devereaux
She was seated at one of the simple booths located in the Mortals side of the Tavern, early enough to catch a table to herself, not that it would remain that way for very long. One gloved hand rested under the surface of the table in her lap, the other on top the table, fingers drumming to the sound of the evenings music. The Tavern itself was relatively empty at the moment, but Pandora was certain it would pick up. Afterall, it was the end of a work day, and many of the local workers sought ale after a long day of slaving away for little coin.
She had been advised to take seat on the NightWorld section of the Tavern, but with a simple icy gaze to Obsi, that notion was instantly dropped. She had no intention of sitting among those of her kind, else she could very well do that at home, in the Tower. No, tonight she wanted to be among the living. Where better to feed?
Infront of her sat a full glass of red liquid. Wine, of some sort, not that Pandora had ever tasted it before. Vampires could force themselves to eat and drink as mortals did, but it wasn't exactly pleasant. Infact, it often tasted absolutely horrid, thus the glass would most likely remain full the duration of her stay.
Her eye's danced around the few occupants of the Tavern thus far. A man and woman sat opposite the room of her, their chairs pressed intimately close. To her right someone had pushed two tables together, and a total of six men and two women were crammed around drinking merrily and telling tales, undoubtedly of the work day they had just survived. To Pandora's left, it was empty. The tables looking frolong and lonely as they waited some poor sod's company.
Pandora's attention was on the largest of the two groups, seeing as it was the only one where the sexes were in an odd number. Occassionally she would glance towards them, her eyelashes fluttering, until one of them would notice her gaze, in which case then she would instantly drop her eye's back to her table as if embarrassed to have been caught looking.
After about the third or fourth time, Pandora didn't even need to watch, for it seemed that each time she glanced up towards the active table, someone was watching her. She'd give them a shy timid smile, a smile fit for a nineteen year old lass, and slowly lower her eyes.
First, you attract their attention. Then you flirt and give them the chance to retalliate. Then, you dance. And then, why, and then you feed, of course.
It didn't take long for two of the men to rise from their table, shouldering each other playfully, as each of them struggled to be the first to arrive at her table. Pandora watched them playfully banter back and forth until the drunker of the two went sprawling on his ass. She chuckled quietly, as the poor drunkard blushed and let loose a long line of profanity towards his friend.
The one still standing made it to her table, and gave a cheeky grin of his own, apologizing for his friends use of language in the presence of ladies, which Pandora quickly shrugged off with a gesture of her hand.
"I do not mind, lad. It is quite refreshing to meet a strapping young lad whom does not treat us women any differently then he does his mates. Of course, there is a fine line between the two, would you not agree?"
Her smile stretched, and Pandora reminded herself to breath, blink and fidget her fingers. When the fallen drunkard gain the use of his feet once more, he too joined his friend at her table, and Pandora politely gestured to the empty chairs around her.
"Please. Sit."
Both men instantly dropped their bottoms into seperate chairs, driven by the hypnotic tone in the vampires voice. Pandora spent the next twenty minutes coming up with excuses for why a 'girl like her was doing in a place like this' followed by a series of pointless comments as she listened to the two men babble on about practically anything that popped into their small mortal brains.
Finally, when it seemed like the men would be content stuttering their stories all night long, Pandora turned her eye's to the one whom seemed more... intoxicated, a teasing grin upon her carefully painted face.
"You would not mind if I asked your friend here to dance, now would you? I do so promise that the next dance will be you and me, kind lad."
She wanted a nice feed first, and thus why she chose the lesser drunk first. After her initial hunger was sated, she could feast upon the drunkard with pure want rather then need.
I vampire whom does not eat, does not drink mortal things, cannot taste or dire the effects of such things. However, when the one they drank from had a blood alcohol level high enough, and that blood was ingested, the alcohol in the blood allowed a Vampire to feel the buzz in which the mortal themselves felt.
It was the other man, the less intoxicated one, that spoke up first, shoving his chair back and giving his friend a hearty punch on the shoulder, a gesture Pandora herself never understood, before offering her his hand.
Placing her gloved hand into his outstretched one, Pandora then slowly rose from her chair, her eye's now on the dance partner she had just selected. As he led her out to the floor, which didn't really have much of a dance floor, just a gap in the tables and chairs, Pandora glanced over her shoulder and winked at the frowning drunkard whom still awaited his promised dance at her table.
Oh he was so bad. Bad Matty! But...teehee...it was so FUN!The bad doggie didn't know that this little man had given his collar a slip--and BOY would he be angry when he found out! So so funny. It'd do him good to see the Smith overcome with rage to find that he, little Matty, had given his precious guards the slip right under his nose! OH fun INDEED!
But what to do now? He needed a fix--And how! But no...he couldn't do that. He WOULDN'T do that. She had him enraptured enough--but no more! Just a few more agonizing...painful...suicidal....tormenting days of torture, and he'd be free, FREE FREE from her FOREVER! Mwhahahaha! Just like a bird set free from its cage! No more would the bars of her betrayal capture him!
A surrogate then. Nothing could compare of course, but there were ways to...dull the pain. Oh, and how. Getting bloody drunk would be a good start...and so he made his way to the tavern. owing to such a crappy die roll, he did not see nor here his fateful temptress before he flung the door open wide, his face pale but sweating, his lips pulled back from his teeth in an unconscous snarl. And then his gaze fell upon her--bedecked yet again as a mortal. WHY? WHY did she mock him so? Why had time and time and time again she mock him? And as if the smith wasn't bad enough--which he was--now she was here, waltzing around the floor with some...some FOOL!
Mathas quickly ducked back into the shadows, hoping she had not yet seen him while the rage rose like bile within him. Bubble, bubble, little wrath, fill me up like a cauldron--give me the strength to do what I must do and then forget about it!
She had not, infact, noticed Mathas arrival. Too intent she was on glamouring the mortal man with whom had his hands positioned a little to low for her comfort. She could not afford to make an error, for she herself had forbidden all vampires to feed from uneviled mortals. She herself had restricted their meals to outside the realm of Tranquility, with the exception of those meals provided by the Tower or the Castle itself. And yet, here she was, breaking her own law. Of course, she could get away with it. Not because she was the Master of the City, for the most part, and not because it was her own law, but because she was a Master Vampire, and with that came the ability to mind roll. She could feed without a single mortal person whom did know what they were looking for aware of what was taking place, and not only could she do it without witnesses, but she had the ability to roll her victims mind so that he held not a single memory of ever seeing her before.
The two of them swirled around the small open space in the Tavern, he enjoying the fact that with nearly ever step, his hand 'accidently' slipped further down her backside, she glamouring him into the illusion that she was simply snuggling up against him.
Had she not been so focused on the task at hand, she would have instantly sensed Mathas arrival. Lucky for him, she was hell bent on her own task at the moment.
Her head cradled against his shoulder and she whispered pathetic lies of charm and desire. Her icy cold lips brushed against his neck again and again, the glamour giving him the illusion that her kisses were moist and warm. And then, without even needing to change her posture, her movements, with absolutely no telltale at all for those whom did not know what she was, Pandora sank her teeth into his throat, and took that first healthy gulp of his sweet nector.
As they continued to move to the quiet sound of the music, his friends jeering and cheering his 'captor', Pandora drank, keeping the glamour up for him to think she was simply a young easy woman, kissing her dance partners throat as they moved gracefully around the small space.
Mathas' own blue eyes seemed to fill with hellfire at what he was seeing. The stupid townsfolk might be blind enough to believe the act, but Mathas knew what tricks...tricks and lies and meaningless little words, toys for her to set before him--she kept hidden under her druthers. He pulled the hood of his cloak even higher. He was just....JUST...this side of sane. Even still, his hands curled into fists around his knife in the pocket. Well, well. Well INDEED. He knew JUST how to deal with this situation, didn't he? Oh yes, he did. No, he rather thought it was time for pandora to be reminded of just what circumstances they had met under--to remind her of the reason he had been sent to her lair of seductive vileness in the first place. He would wait....just barely wait...until she finished her silly, unnatural facade. He could not, of course, go back on his vow to the Mutt--his only chance for freedom--lest he call out her...unnaturalness! But he had to keep quiet......for now. But that didn't mean he had to behave. Oh yes, Mr. Roman hands was about to get his comeuppance...but first...FIRST little matty had business with the...the...Old Bat! Yes, thats what she was!He smirked, looking well for the first time in several days. In a burst of daring, relying on everyone being too drunk to remember his face (which had aged a lifetime in the last few years anyway) He tossed down the hood of his cloak, grinned widely and made a point of stalking right through the middle of the dancefloor, very near to Pandora and her newest poor shmuck--indeed his replacement shmuck. There was some dark haired, anonymous village girl at the bar, eying him appreciatively, and so he made a beeline for her.
The movement caught Pandora's attention, and she regretted what she had to do next. Withdrawing her own canines from the dancer's next, Pandora slid her tongue over the wound, watching even now as the marks began to heal with her salava. The man was now a bit unsteady on his feet, which I guess was to be expected seeing as he just lost a considerable amount of blood, but Pandora simply chuckled quietly and continuing on with her whisperings, glanced around the room. She wasn't quick enough to catch Mathas' face, but now that she was not so busy with glamour, she could sense him.
What on earth was that fool doing here, anyways? He was supposed to be locked in the cell back at the Tower... Unless... Unless Tathar had not trusted her and sent him forth to spy.
With her dance partner hardly even able to stand, Pandora turned her charm back to him, and carefully led him back to the table where his friends were seated.
"I do think your friend has had a bit too much to drink this evening."
She handed him over to the man whom rose and slinked his arm around his friend, carefully lowering him back into a chair. The rest of the table laughed and began bantering about how they would never let him live this one down.
Pandora smiled as if in on the joke, and bent forward so that she was eyelevel with the weakened Mortal.
"Thank you, kind sir, for the lovely dance."
Even as she said the words, her icy blue eye's locked upon his own, she began to roll his mind. Nothing quite dramatic, thankfully. Some people simply did not have the experience with mind rolling and tended to erase way too much. Pandora, luckily, had centuries of practice. She simply rolled his mind so that he would remember entering the Tavern with his friends, and then nothing until the word 'dance' hit him.
Then, straightening herself once more, Pandora gave a polite smile to his friends, and turned away, heading back to her own table, where the even drunker fool was still sitting, waiting patiently for his own dance number with her. As she walked, she scanned the room for Mathas, knowing he was here.
Considering the way the players were both rolling, things just were not going to go well for anyone tonight. Mathas had selected this girl cuz she looked cute and easy--and it was likely to be so, but the more that Mathas looked at her, the more umcomfortable he became. She looked...oddly familliar. Of course that could just be the lack of drugs, but...no. He became increasingly sure that this was Elspeth Grodan...the daughter of one of the women he had murdered during his strangling days. But what could he do? why, he could be Mathas, of course. He grinned, bought her a drink, stood and kissed her softly and intimately on the neck. After all, that was their cardinal rule, wasn't it? Never let on that you know more than you should. And besides...he was done with her, much the same way that Pandora was done with her current toy. He promised her a thousand roses, a white cottage, hell, a damn great PONY, then turned without a second glance and made his way towards the table of drunkards. He didn't care if Pandora saw--nay, he WANTED her to see. He helped himself to an easy seat."Well hey there, gents. Seems tonight's your lucky night, eh?"
He waved a vague hand in Pandora's direction.
"I guess the drinking's been going well. The name's Josebah, trickster by trade. I'm especially great at taking things without people knowing about it, eh? I'm not quite as good at it as some people, but who can help it, eh? Am I right or am I right?
[/center]-She found herself here again. sitting down in a dark corner the book of shadows open as she reads the scripts and she would feel the shadows yearn to be let free but she closes her eyes and then closes the book, the voice from it fading some what but still she can hear it calling out for her to find the other parts.=Alright, so it was impossible to not notice Mathas, thus her player didn't even bother to roll on that one. Instead, Pandora forced herself to smile pleasantly, as she held out her hand to the even drunker fool that had waited patiently for her to dance with. Allowing him to gain the illusion of leading her onto the floor, when ultimately she did most of the leading since, lets face it, he could barely stand on his own two feet let alone tell which way was forward and which was back.
As she placed a single hand into his, and the other on his shoulder, Pandora supported the majority of his weight with her own, so that he didn't appear to weaver on his feet all that much anymore. Perhaps the others would think he wasn't as drunk as they thought he was. Perhaps he would think the same. Either way, Pandora wasn't about to stumble around with him.
Her voice was low, suggestive, even as over his shoulder she stared at Mathas at the table with the group of her dancers friends. Every so often she had to pretend she was simply looking at her dance parter, for she couldn't very well have one of the guys at the table take notice of the daggered eyes glaring at this so called Josebah fella.
It would prove to be difficult to glamour and listen to what Mathas was saying at the same time, and but not impossible. Afterall, if a Vampire could think while she slept, she certainly could multitask two small things such as this!
And so, Pandora tossed up a beautiful glamour with the drunkard of a petete little blond girl and he dancing so gracefully as if born to go together. As she did so, she nested her head against his shoulder. With herself positioned this way, she could both get away with not watching her dance partner, and listen intently to every little word Mathas said from the table.
Supporting his weight made it difficult to look cute and charming, but that's what glamour was for, was it not?
Between support the weight of a full grown, and beyond the belief of drunk man, evesdropping on Mathas, and glamouring her way through a feeding to make it resemble a simple intimate moment, Pandora had her senses full, else she would have also taken notice of the odd girl in the dark corner, merely because it wasn't often that someone brought a parchment book to a Tavern.
After the men hesitantly agreed that he was right, Mathas seemed to be paying Pandora almost no attention at all. It seemed she had bigger fish to fry--and so did he. He narrowed those conviently charismatic eyes at the one whom had dared--DARED--to let himself be fed on. Oh no. If Mathas couldn't be bitten, then neither would anyone else live to tell about it.His smile was completely charming, and the man, already low on alcohol and loss of blood, returned it with good nature. After all, he was a nice enough fellow.
"Hey, what, sir, you look like a man walkin in a dream--and after a dance with that woman, who can blame you?"
He let his eye wander, spotting Grace in the corner. His lips twitched.
"Too bad you didn't get further, but that girl...that one over there, see, with the book? now let me ask you someting. What kind of a woman brings a book to a tavern? One who is.......lonely for the attention of a man, I think. Now I know she's not great shakes after that last one, but I'm sure right bout now, you'll be willing to settle for just about anything. I know that's how I get when I dance with her--I mean, a woman like her."
His grinned became even wider as the man surveyed Grace. Perhaps this plan would work--he'd make a great fool out of the man first--add insult to impending injury--and then he'd kill him. And he'd do it all with that snotty, smirky half smile.
=She could feel your eyes on her as she opens the book again. Reading it slowly as her eyes would glance to you almost telling you "yeah think those thughts about me I'll gauge your eyes out" as she turns back to her book. It holds the serect to how she was made where she draws her powers and prehaps her redemption.-It wasn't impossible to hear Mathas words, even from her position across the floor. When he mentioned another girl, Pandora couldn't help but shift her dance partner's body around so she could get a glance of her. Ah yes, the woman whom had not yet reported to the Tower. She was clearly a NightWorlder, and had Pandora been aware of the book that she held in her hands, would have ordered it taken away. Unfortunately, though she was good, she was not that good. She couldn't just pick up the title of the book from her position across the room and in the arms of a drunkard. Just another NightWorlder, being a good little girl and reading in a darkened Tavern. Nothing out of the ordinary about that!
Seeing as Mathas didn't seem to be causing all that much trouble as of yet, though Pandora knew for a fact he most certainly had something up his sleeve, Pandora turned back to her meal in her arms. Glamouring him once more, though the poor drunk didn't much need it, she then sank her teeth into his neck as well, the sweetness of his blood tinted with the bitterness of alcohol hit her in waves, and Pandora found herself weavering just as much as her partner would have been had she not been holding him up on his feet.
Oh, the sweet taste of blood, the stinging buzz of alcohol. Why, she had forgotten how affective that stuff was. Thank the Goddess for blood alcohol levels.
Pandora ceased dancing around with the man, it being too difficult now to glamour, keep an eye on those in the room, support her partners weight while spinning around the room and enjoying the taste all at one. They stood there, his hands low on her backside, hers holding him firmly in place as she 'kissed' his neck.
When her own head began to swell and the lingering affects of the alcohol in his blood began to take it's own toll on her, Pandora released her mouth from his neck, tracing the wounds with the tip of her tongue. She then glamoured the man into thinking he was still quite drunk, and escorted him back towards his table, thus back towards Mathas.
As she approached the table, she gave them all, Mathas included, the sweetest mortal smile she could, this time helping the meal into his chair herself.
"I seem to wear them out this evening. Alas, the next round of drinks is on me."
She then repeated her actions of bending down infront of the man, and locking her icy blue eyes on him. It took all her focus to roll his mind so the last little while didn't take place at all. When she was certain she suceeded, Pandora straightened herself once more.
"I thank you for the dance, my sweet sweet lad."
[/center]Oh that smile, that smile of an angel, how could he ever have doubted her? Even as he knocked back his drink and saw that smile, he knew it was just another lie, a facade, but how could it be resisted? It couldn't. It couldnt. He leapt to his feet in an instant."Surely you cannot be so done with dancing yet, my sweet woman of mystery? Surely you have time left for...just one more, with a poor country boy like me?"
He focused his eyes on her, and he had no charm abilities other than those he was born with. He wondered if she'd accept. If she did, she'd likely no just what he had planned. What would she do about it? He smirked impishly at her. But...it was also a test, to see if he could refrain from becoming a tiny, whimpering pup at her hands.
Meanwhile, Pandora's first appetizer--who'd shorly be Mathas' first victim--was eyeing Grace quite adamantly. While "Josebah" had engaged Pandora's attention, he finally rose, swaying on his feet, and came to Grace's table.
"Eshuze me, mish, but...I kin...I kin...I kin provideded you wish better cump'ni then some ole book. I'm ininin the mood for shum com'ny mshelf. Whaddaya shay?"
[/center]=she would see the man come over and closing the book and placing it into her bag she would look up the guy. Drunk Men she hated them with a passion as she would look to you.= Yes but atleast the book dosn't smell like he hasn't bathed in three weeks now I highly suggest
=he eyes are completely grey right now eire almost transparent.= you turn yourself around and walk back from where you came and forget you ever saw me again
.Pandora turned her sweet smile over to Mathas as he jumped from his chair and, infront of witnesses, asked to dance. He wasn't as stupid as some of the NightWorld thought, Pandora silently reminded herself. He knew perfectly well that she could not refuse his request to dance, not infront of other people and not without perking more curiousity then she could afford them to have. "Why, sire. I would be delighted."
Oh, heck no she wouldnt, but what else was she going to say?!
This time, however, she did not wait for Mathas to take her hand as she had with the other two men whom had been her companions of the evening. Instead, Pandora stepped aside, and gestured infront of her for Mathas to lead the way.
The two guards whom had escorted her to the Tavern this evening made to come forward, but Pandora simply held up a hand to halt them in their step. Not would not be the ideal time to make a commotion. They had to appear as if they were every day mortals in the Tavern, and how suspicious would it look if two guards came hurrying over to tackle Mathas to the ground?
Besides, she was in quite high spirits, be it the fresh meals, or the blood alcohol she took from them. Either way, right now Pandora was beyond reasoning. Her childlike giggle as she heard the bookwormed woman scold her poor drunken victim proved this. After all, it wasn't really his fault, he was suffering from a mild case of the highs.
Mathas raised his eyebrows at Pandora. Oh, so who had the upper hand NOW, huh? It seemed it didn't always take one to know one. He skirted around the outside of the table to the floor, bowing sligihtly, exposing her neck. He knew he at least was in no danger from THAT aspect. He tugged her--perhaps more forcefully than he would have a normal girl--into his arms, and his grin grew wider. He was not a respectable man, and he put his hands in exactly the same place as all of the other gents, his eyes twinkling, daring her to speak out against him. He spun her gracefully away, whispering to her as she did not need to do with him."Ah, Pandora, my sweet, I had forgotten how well you felt--it has, tragically been too long. Too long for poor Matty--couldn't you pl--NO."
He nearly shouted that last one, but spun her out to cover the awkward moment, then pulled her back just as close, once more under control.
"I hope you're having fun with those poor sods, becuase you sure as hell won't be having any more fun with me. But I--I shall have enough fun for both of us, don't you worry about that."
Elsewhere, the drunkard was having a bit of a time keeping up with current events--such as his dismissal.
"Oh, So ye wan to see muh...muh...bakshide inna bath wif me, ish what yur shayin? Cush shweetie, that shuits me just fine..."
[/center]Well your stench Dear Sir does not suit me
[/b]-She was attempting just to shift her eyes read hopeing to scary the bloke away from her but it just dosn't seem to happen as she would speak to him again.- I tell you what you can leave now or you and me can go out back and when youget your pants down I'll take my nice shiney dagger and stabb it some place and make sure there are no childern made by you reducing your stupidness from the gene pool, what will be your choice?
-she was a violent one but then again her mind was being influenced by darker and darker magics she was studying and learning.- Then I'll dagger and run it up along your stomach till I pull your intestine out then I'll remove your heart and scarfice to the shadows now bugger off.
-as she would turn away from him and to her drink of mead.-[/color]Gritting her teeth, and still managing to smile at the same time, now THAT deserved some sort of reward. A dammed trickary task that was. His hands on her behind.. Oh, she would have loved to show him exactly where he could place his hands, but alas he was safe, for the duration of their visit in the Tavern, at least. Instead of speaking, mostly for fear she'd hiss and all hell would break loose, Pandora remained silent. She allowed Mathas to lead her into a dance, and simply glared at him the entire time.
When he spoke of fun for the both of them, Pandora arched her eyebrows ever so slightly. Keeping in step with his every move, though for a vampire, she suddenly wasn't as graceful as she should have been. Mind you, that is not to say she was stumbling all over the place, but rather she actually moved like a mortal now, thanks to the blood alcohol level now inside her.
Pandora parted her lips to whispers, hoping that those around them would take it as a private intimate conversation between man and woman, when infact she was just struggling not to give herself away. How he had the ability to take a perfectly pleasant evening and turn it to ash was beyond her.
"Whatever do you mean, my beautiful little Mathas?"
Her smile was back, be it control or just the pleasant buzz that a vampire so rarely got to feel unless they sought out drunkards every evening. Thank the Goddess Tathar wasn't here to see this. She wasn't sure which of the two would be in more trouble, Mathas for escaping the cell, and gropping Pandora, or Pandora herself for drinking from a drunkard and thus lowering her own guard.
"Sweet sweet Ta.. Mathas."
Her error cut off as she heard the bookworms words. Good lord, she had to have heard her wrong... The woman was supposed to be pretending to be mortal.. Of course, there was no law saying you couldn't be a mean ol' mortal, but still.
Without even realizing it, Pandora shook her head, a quiet groan escaping her lips as the room tilted ever so slightly.
"I think I need to sit down, dear boy. All this dancing has... has..."
What could she say. Vampires didn't get dizzy, they didn't get exausted.
"made me realize that by now a normal gal would be exausted."
[/center]He had been walking for days, hunting for others. A smile on his face as he headed to the tavern, he figured he might drop off some orders for Obsi and Dian. They loved his catch, for every time he hunted or fished outside the area, he caught something worthy of a king's attention. Walking in, he would spot Pandora and walk over. It seemed that the tavern was full of life tonight.He couldn't do it. How could ever he have thought he could wrong her? Such a thing was impossible. He brought his face closer to hers, and even here mere PRESENCE seemed to allay some of the horrors of the last few days. He actually purred."Oh, Pandora...its just the ale talking...but oh how your words are a siren's call to me...How could I ever stay mad at you? Pray forgive poor matty his foolishness..."
And that might have been it. MIGHT have been, if only she hadn't started that name. Oh he knew what name it was. Suddenly his grip tightened vicelike on her arms--forget the drunks, forget the guards--his nails dug into her gloves as he pulled her right up to him, not bothering about secrecy any more. His fractured psyche had snapped.
"Ta? TA? TATHAR? IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY, PANDORA? You were going to call me by a DOG'S name? HOW DARE YOU?"
And he shoved her away, just as Remy conveniently came by, sending her sprawling towards him unless she could catch herself.
"Is that who you wish I was? Some damn great smelly Beast? Why him? WHY HIM? I was here first--I had you first, and then you went and stabbed me in the back for some yelping pup! A pup that you had me collar and leash to you! What the HELL goes through that skull of yours? You think you can just stray us along like we're your little puppets? You can't! YOU CAN'T! Begone from me, witch, I'll not buy your snake oil again!"
and he spat at her feet.
The drunk, seemed to get the picture, and hurried away. She wasn't THAT cute.
She hadn't even realized she had almost called him by the wrong name, what on earth was going on. If this was what drunkenness felt like, hell if she'd ever understand why mortals longed for it so. The next thing she knew, He was quite litterly yelling in her face, and then he shoved her. Mind you, if her were but a normal mortal boy, he wouldn't have been able to budge her, but he had feasted on her blood one too many times, and now he had more strength then he was good for. Mix this in with the fact that Pandora was full of blood intinted with alcohol from the mortal whom had drank it before she drank from him, and she hadn't a bats chance in hell at stopping herself from his thrust.
She stumbled a few steps, managing to catch her balance before she sent both herself and the one whom she had bumped into (Remy) to the floor. Instantly her guards were heading for Mathas, and this time Pandora made no movement to stop them. Instead she turned to the crowd whom were standing close enough by to have witnessed the entire thing.
Oh lord, now was definately not the time to have anything less then a level head. To protect not her, and certainly not Mathas, but Tathar from the accusations and curiousity of the mortals within the Tavern thanks to Mathas' outburst, Pandora could only do one thing.
She kept her eye's on the room, watching each mortal carefully as very quietly she spoke to Remy.
"Just stand there and make sure I don't collapse. And whatever you do, do NOT repeat this to anyone."
Then, allowing the gifts of a Master Vampire to take hold of her, Pandora addressed only the group of mortals in the tavern, even as her guards surrounded Mathas. Her voice was clearly different, soft and hypnotic.
"Poor drunken fool. Has convinced himself that there are such things as boogiemen, and monsters under the bed. Of talking animals and witchcraft. Such a shame, he's quite the looker, if only he had half a mind."
These words were not issued as a statement, but rather a hypnotic trance that had the mortals within the room thinking that they were merely thinking these thoughts themselves. As if no one had spoken them aloud.
It is so energy consuming and dangerous to attempt to roll more then one individual at a time, but in this situation, Pandora could think of nothing else to do. She focused all her energy, all her attention, on mind rolling the innocent mortals within the room into thinking that Mathas simply had too much to drink and was ranting and raving about complete nonsense.
As she focused, her energy began to burn up. Her bloodstore that she had taken began to diminish, and even the alcohol in her system, thanks to the drunkards blood take, began to die away. She reached behind her and gripped hold of Remy's arm with her gloved hand, hoping he was strong enough to support her weight.
"Another drunkard rant. Why, the poor fool had simply gone past his intake limit."
[/center]-She would watch and hear the voice but she would shurg it off she is being left alone and return to her mead the book hidden away safely. Her mind is clearing a lot of it's influence of it's call to her but still the corruption is there she's become far more violent then she ever has been in her couple hundred years of life.-Remy looked to see the disturbance and then saw Pandora, who was with some guy not master like…and then saw him get aggressive. His face tensed, almost shifting a little but luckily there was no light where he was and by the time he got back into the lantern light it was not noticeable. He reached to catch Pandora, and was knocked over.As soon as she got up, he would hold her up, and nod as she talked to him, telling him not to mention anything of what was to happen. He had no such magic, but was enticed by it, and a little turned on by holding her. But that was because he was an animal and women did that to him. He continued to not budge even after she was done. Beginning to lead her to a chair, his strength for such a small being overwhelmingly visible to her but not the mortals.
”Let me get you to a chair Ma….” He would clear his throat. “Madam Pandora…” Scoffing a little bit as he faked a heavy breath. “I need to lay off the pipe.”
[/center]The guards drag him away to the tower where the only sound that echo from his cell are sobsShe allowed Remy to escort her back to a chair, and carefully settled into it, her spine straight as a board. Then she remembered that she was supposed to appear as a mortal, and instantly forced herself to slouch. Any whom caught that would probably just chalk it up to a young lass recovering from being attacked by a man. Her eyes gazed past Remy and towards Mathas, where Pandora's private escorts were already collecting him. Each guard grabbed hold of either one of his arms, and quite litterly lifted him up high enough where if he wanted to make a break for it, wouldn't be able to do so with his feet off the ground. Then, turning towards Pandora, she gave a faint nod of her head, hoping none of the mortals noticed it, and watched as they dragged him through the Tavern and out the door, undoubtedly assumed to be on their way to the Castle's dungeons, when in fact he would be escorted roughly back to the tower and back into the cell that he had come from.
Turning to study the room, Pandora was pleased to see that the mortals were simply hovering around, watching the door even after the guards and Mathas' back had disappeared through it. Then the buzzing started up again, and relief flooded through her as she caught the conversations about how the pool fool had drank way too much and attacked a perfectly innocent woman.
Her eyes then turned towards Remy and she spoke just barely above a whisper, knowing he would hear her perfectly, but the mortals around the Tavern would not.
"What are you doing here?"
Thankfully she was well painted, courtisy of her personal attendant Bertha, for the paleness of her skin was not visible. She simply looked like a shaken up young girl, which was pretty good an excuse seeing as she was quite litterly exausted from the effort it took to mass mind roll.
-she would close her eyes and just try to have her beloved shadows come and caress her to cover and hold her but they do not answer her call here and ddep down it's hurting her. It's all she's known for so long the only touch she's known.- ”Hmm.. eh.. I like taverns for their smokes and drinks…that and the owner’s sell my findings in sandwiches and stuff.”
[/center]He would take a seat beside her as she finally was able to get comfortable, a little bit surprised and confused by such a question, but he figured she was a little startled by being pushed by some rude guy who probably never see light of any kind again. He had the urge to light his pipe, but he liked keeping himself in one whole being, so he chuckled to himself before asking.
“What about you? You alright…”
he would glance over his shoulder at Grace, not being able to smell or sense what she was. He looked back to Pandora curious to what had been happening while he was off hunting.[/color]
She of course noticed that he glanced towards the bookworm, and she gave an absent wave of her hand. She continued to speak in a hushed voice, even though the mortal drunkards weren't paying any attention anymore. "Yes yes, I'm perfectly alright, though I do think I had better get back to the Tower before the new Master sends a search party for me."
Ah yes, he didn't know about that, did he? Afterall, he hadn't been by the tower lately and wouldn't have the faintest idea that there was a new Master tending to business now, unless the NightWorld gossip vine had been reaching beyond Tranquility. Raising her voice, she spoke louder.
"Perhaps I simply drank too much ale this eve."
Then she returned her tone to as normal as she could get given the circumstances.
"Please, go tend to the woman you are eyeballing. I am perfectly fine, kind sir. I shall just rest a moment and then find my way back home seeing as my escorts have gone to take the drunkard to a cell for his evening."
[/center]-The book still in the bag she doubles checks yup it's still there as she would finish her meade standing up and movieing with a grace that showed royal trianing and a fine up bringing she would move to the bar and ask for another paying with very acient gold coins some of them well predating rome as she would get her glass she would return to her seat in the corner where the most shadows where.-”New…mas…?”He had indeed not heard, and it was obvious to see. As she mentioned the whol looking at the girl scenario, he just grinned and shook his head. It wasn’t like he chased every skirt like it was a mail carrier. He then caught what she said.
”I ain’t… eye balling nobody…maybe I should just get you back to the tower, eh?”
He did glance at her before standing up and walking over to Pandora. He had something for pretty women, and that was something he was used to. Everyone knew what a dog liked to do. Especially one like him. He could smell the alcohol on Pandora when he carried her over there, but he said nothing regardless to that.
Pandora LeAmour was simply too dangerously close to exaustion to put up a fight. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now, he had a point. The tower was her best bet right now, and given her current situation, she probably wouldn't make it two steps out of T2 without some sort of help, but that she was really fanciful of admitting that. "At least buy her a drink, pup."
She even provided the coin by reaching into her bossom and withdrawning a couple of shillings, and lying them on the table infront of her. Then she closed her eyes as the room did that funny dance thing. Vampires never got dizzy unless they were near starvation. Near death, if that's truely what you could call it. And if this was dying, she'd never again complain about living for eternity.
Still slouched in her chair, Pandora may very well have been weak, but she was still equally stubborn. She would not rise of her own accord until he had stopped oggling the bookworm and at least treated her to a drink.
-she would sip her mead and reach into the back stroking the binding of the book as if it was alive just needing to make sure it was still there.-He couldnt help but look at her chest when she got the coins and smile, taking them from the table and nodding as he headed to the counter to order. Turned out maybe he had missed a lot. This was not Obsi or Dian serving him a drink. He ordered a scotch and walked back to the table, taking out a small flask and placing it in front of her."You look like shit, M'lady... no offense...but if you can handle animal blood...then drink out of that."
He glanced over the flask, sipping some of his alcohol from the glass. His words were low. None would hear them.
Pandora summoned enough strength to shake her head stubbornly, using a gloved hand to shove the flask away from her. "Lower myself to that standard, I most certainly will not."
Sure, were she not so pigheaded, she probably should have done exactly what he suggested, it would have at least given her the strenth and certainty of a longer life until she reached the Tower for a meal she greatly needed. Right now, however, she wasn't thinking rationally.
"I need to get back to the Ma.. My home."
Her eye's went unfocused towards the door.
"Fetch my escor..."
Then she remembered. Her escorts weren't here anymore, they had left earlier, dragging Mathas with them. With a quiet grunt, Pandora planted both gloved hands on either side of her chair and halled herself to her feet.
"I must ge.."
Her voice weavered and then cut off as her eye's closed and she stood there a moment, gaining her balance. After a few moments, she opened her eyes once more and took a slow step away from her chair, glancing to two of the men from earlier and giving a weak smile.
"Apparently I too have had too much to drink this evening."
As they offered her a hand and an escort home, Pandora held up a single gloved hand brushing off their polite offers.
"Thank you. I shall be just fine."
[/center]He watched her get up and refuse the flask and weakly and very stubbornly leave him there. He just shook his head and walked up behind her, nodding to the other men that were watching her.”How about.. I walk you there… huh?”
He slowly placed his arm around her, using his free hand to slide the flask into his pocket. He tried to be nice. He understood that some people just had certain standards and he could live with that. He watched the bookworm leave past them, and he just chuckled. He never thought he would have to help Pandora to the tavern, but life was full of odd suprises.
Her spine went riggid and she allowed the pup to guide her. Afterall, sometimes you had to let your ego down a notch or two if you wanted to survive. Her only goal now was to make it back to the Tower, feed on something strong, and rest. Oh yes, rest would most certainly be nice right about now. Not for the first time, Pandora wondered how Tathar was making out with his new position. This was, afterall, the first night she had left him completely alone to do it. Apparently he wasn't doing too well if Mathas had slipped out without his knowledge.
The two of the exited the Tavern and slowly began the walk along the path that would lead them to the Tower. Pandora, luckily, was the only one whom was allowed in without the deginated cloak, since William worked for her. She lived there, afterall.
As said tower came into sight, Pandora seemed almost too eager to get inside. She not only needed to feed now, but wanted to. Relished it. A feed that wasn't tarnished by alcohol. The sooner she could feed, the sooner she could sleep. Pray the lord Tathar wouldn't be there to see her enter... He'd never let her live it down.
He walked her up the tower, up the hill to where he would nod to William. He didn't happen to have his cloak on him tonight, and he wasn't going to walk in. He was sure William could get her in, that was of course unless she wanted him to lead her the rest of the way. He stopped at the door, and smiled, nodding to her as he loosened his grip on her waist."I guess this is good night, unless you want me to walk you to where you sleep.. but I ain't got a cloak on at the moment."
[/center]She simply shook her head, and gestured for William to come and help her inside, as much as the old man could. "That will be all, lad."
Hell, she didn't even say thank you! The Tower door opened and William exited, followed by her two escorts whom had already deposited Mathas into his cell, making certain he could not get out. Allowing them to slip their arms around her, Pandora entered the tower. Behind her, William gave a nod of his head and proclaimed his thanks for the Hyena bringing home the old Master, before he too entered the Tower and quickly closed the door behind him, fastening the bolt back into place.
Pandora issued weak orders to the guards who supported her weight, informing them she would need to visit the Feeding Rooms immediately. More then anything, she wanted to feed from Tathar but that was beyond possible.
As the guards brought her into the Feeding Room, Pandora gestured with her hand for them to leave her. Her meal was then brought in and Pandora feasted best she could. She did a horrid job at it, so much wasted blood... But at least she was strong enough to support her own weight. Mind Rolling multiple people at the same time took a heavy toll on even the most powerful Master Vampire, and Pandora certainly was not that powerful.
Slow but at least steady footsteps carried her from the Feeding Room, past the guards whom hovered by thinking she would still need them, and towards the door of the Tower once more. Instead of stepping out, however, Pandora hung a left and entered Williams Room.
There was absolutely no way she would make the jump, so she painfully climbed the notches in the wall. An easy task seemed to take forever tonight.
When she reached the upper level Master Quarters, that she shared with Tathar, Pandora passed on her own cot. Instead, she walked directly to Tathar's sleeping form and slid into the bed beside him, her cold body not risking touching his warmed one for fear of waking him up.
If she were to die tonight, which clearly wasn't going to be the case since she had already fed, but come on she's not exactly in her right mind, she would do it exactly where she longed to be. Next to the one she had fallen in love with, and had never told him so.
Pandora kept a fine line, and his own fabric between the two of them, knowing that her cold body wouldnt' be apprecaited, and she closed her eyes. Rest... Slow to come, but once it overtook her, there was nothing that would wake her.
