An Unlikely Alliance [[Xavier]]

[ella]

Ella lounged in the booth farthest from the door. Her dirty martini sitting in front of her untouched. She was angry that she was waiting for Xavier. Ella was anxious to go home to her pack. She watched the door carefully. He had better not bring any of his followers. She would have to take that as a personal insult.

Xavier's loyal followers. She chuckled lightly and picked up her drink. She tipped her glass in a mock toast before finishing it off in one fluid motion. Another was brought to her. The pub was owned by a local Werewolf and she was getting special treatment. Patrick and herself had both underestimated the seriousness of what was beginning.

She sipped this one slowly and thought about all of the information she had been gathering since she had arrived in London. It was what she had expected. Xavier and his Black Nail Coven were a force to be feared and there were few who were not weary of them. That was good. What was even better was the few rumors that were swirling about involving his coven. Ella had been most impressed with them. Those were to be saved. She tucked them away mentally, laughing.

What did not please her was the conformation of the vampire and werewolf relationship. She had yet to figure out why this one was so different than the others, but for some reason everyone thought that their 'love' would bring peace to the two species. She rolled her eyes. That would never happen. Not as long as she had any say in it.

Which was what had brought her here. She was now reducing herself to make a temporary ally out of Xavier and his people. She was only doing it for Patrick and the protection of their pack. She was not here to fight Xavier, however tempting it might be. She had given her word to be cordial.

Ella took the last sip of her drink, still watching the door. Every moment of him making her wait forced the anger to well inside of her. Making it much harder to ignore.

[xavier]

As Xavier approached the door, a dense scent of Werewolf could be smelled. Ambush was the first word that pranced into the depths of his mind. However, there was nothing really to fear, Xavier had known why he had been called to the Pub. The 'Code of Conduct' had been broken in a sense. Rumors floating around of a intimate relationship between a Werewolf and Vampire have circled around the Coven for some time.

The door slowly opened and the indescribable chatter came to an abrupt stop. With the first couple of steps into the Pub, Most of the Werewolves that dwelled within, feared to make eye contact and Xavier dared them too. His eyes dances around the alien atmosphere of the pub and they then met Ella. A Lover and a fierce enemy at the same time.

His boots clapped against the hard wooden floors as he sat down on a stool next to her. It was obvious that the tension was sparking between them already. It as if both of them wanted to start making love and butchering each other mindlessly at the same time. He didn't say a word. He didn't come here for her help, she called him. However, no matter what she asked, he would agree to help her. His eyes gazed into hers and a slight smirk curled onto his lips.

[ella]

It was hard for her not to act out in anger. It took great restraint to hold off from ripping his smirk off of his face. Her silver eyes bored into his. Openly expressing her anger. "Don't look at me like that." She growled the words. His arrogance already making her furious.

Ella picked up her drink and sipped lightly, she placed it down and tried to smile in a neutral manor. "Obviously you have heard of he rumors. There is some who would like to take advantage of this situation to make peace between Werewolves and Vampires. I doubt that you are in agreement with that plan."

She was having a hard time controlling her anger. He had made her wait and came in with that arrogant grin on his bastard face. She thought of Patrick and some of her anger boiled away.

"I am here to ask you if you would like to join your coven's forces with my packs. Should the occasion arise too." She finished off her drink and slammed it on the table. "And Xavier. Don't ever make me wait so long for you again."

[xavier]

Xavier felt the shakiness of anger rocking in her voice as she spoke, and he could help but be further amused. Either she was embarrassed at having to ask Xavier for help, or, She just wasn't to thrilled to be in his presence again, either or, It had Xavier rolling. He had to contain his laughter at her final attempt to get her point across, however the slamming of the glass just added to his smirk.

However, this was a professional meeting. A very serious manner was at stake. A Vampire and Werewolf have broken the code of Conduct and began a frequent Intimate relationship and that could not be. Vampires were to stay to Vampires and Werewolves to Werewolves. Love had nothing to do with it. Because of that broken code of ethic, rules were now Null and Void and both species broke into 2 parties. Those for 'Peace', in Xaviers mind those too scared and tired to keep fighting, or the Strong ones who oppose the relationship.

Because of this, Xavier and Ella, Two most powerful leaders in their races decided to Join forces in hopes of crushing the other parties morals and goals. Xavier didn't want anyone that supported the theory of Love between different races to be kept alive, they have broken rules and was therefore were no longer considered members of the race and were now fair game.


I agree to your request on one condition. We will gladly dispose of our "Breaker of Codes" however i am not sure of the ideals of the packs. I am requesting that once caught, the Werewolf be publicly sacrificed in the watchful eyes of my Coven to ensure no further speculation of her doings.

Xavier said softly, picking up and trimming the tip of her glass with his finger.

[ella]

Ella was no longer angry. In fact, a wash of amusement rushed though her. She laughed. It was a soft sound, but firm. "Oh Xavier. What you do with the woman does not concern me. She is not mine." She continued laughing as anther drink was delivered to her. "Don't you have enough trouble reining in your little group? You can't even have them follow the rules all the time."

Ella thought back on the young were who had been following around Xaviers pack for some time now. He had given her a lot interesting information. It made her happy to know that Xavier was clueless to it all. If he knew, they would all be dead. She laughed again.

"Well, Xavier. When the time comes-if the time comes. Patrick and I will bring out pack and we can forged a temporary...understanding. Until then pet.." She tipped her glass after finishing it.

[xavier]

The affairs in The Coven are none of your concern. I assure you, a few of my members are young and untamed. However, do not underestimate them...Fir that is their greatest advantage.

He said eying Ella coldly. He listened to her speak, she went on and on about how she didn't care that the werewolf was executed. Perfect. Her body would be decorated with Steal and she would be beaten and left to die.

Then we have an understanding...If theres no further..

Xavier slowly rose from his seat and adjusted his suit and took a shot from the glass brought to him by a bartender. Ella never liked the Coven. Xavier could have her packs wiped out with limited causalities..however, he liked something about her. If she was mentally strong enough to request Aid then she could be called an Ally in the war.

And Ella...

Xavier looked at her blankly.

You will wait for me for however long it takes me to arrive...I rush no where for no one..You of all people should know that by now..

He turned and slowly began to walk out.

[ella]

Ella threw her glass at Xavier. It shattered against the wall neighboring his head. A low growl emerged from her throat as she reached out and grabbed his arm. She pulled him tightly against her. And once again she pressed a gun against his groin. It was a familiar and enjoyable scene to replay.

"Oh Xavier." She breathed in his scent and let out a low moan. She licked the side of his face. "The only reason that i haven't killed you, is because I was asked not too. But I promise you this, when this is all over. I am going to skin you alive." She raked her fingers through his hair. "And then, I'm going to bathe in your blood."

Ella pressed her mouth onto his and kissed him roughly. She pulled away, tugging at his bottom lip. "I'll see you around, Xavier." Ella smirked at him and walked out of the pub.