Post by *Casimir Goetschl on Oct 2, 2009 20:31:56 GMT -5
Tel Aviv was a gem in Israel. Jerusalem, its capital. When the outside world thought of Israel, often times they only saw what Fox News and CNN showed of Islamic Extremists blowing up cafe`s and attacking Israeli citizens or Israeli Military actions against the Palestinian people. What was not shown, what was hardly ever seen, was the absolute beauty that was the holy land. Israeli`s held a resolve about war. War was always an underlying issue, something that could break out at any point. Still, Israelis were not consumed with fear as most people would have been in other western cultures. They had resolve. An admirable trait that should have been mimicked elsewhere.
What Israel, the war torn country that had fought many battles, did not know was another war was raging upon their land. A war between beings of Night. The Tel Aviv Pack had been the targets of constant Vampire assaults. The Coven of Jerusalem had stood as the focal point for all Vampires in the Middles East. Every major continent had a particular coven which served as its head, as its top dog in the community. Europe had London, North America had New York, South America had Buenos Aires, Asia had Manila and Australia had Canberra. For Africa and much of the middle east, it had been Jerusalem. Strong, vibrant with an Elder that could rival any other in the world, they had been poised to rid Israel of the Wolves, just as Aubrey attempted to do in London. The problem for Jerusalem's Coven though, was the the same for Aubrey. Arrogance. Wolves were not simple creatures, easily tricked and destroyed. Unlike the original pack of London, the Tel Aviv pack was vicious, manipulative and in almost every sense of the word their Alphess was unstable.
Casimir`s icy blue eyes glanced over the burned out Manor. Once the home to Israels Coven, it now stood as nothing more than a symbol of death, of absolute anarchy and a breakdown in social order. Standing at the main entrance, his gaze turned to the den, immediately to his right. The depth of the burns throughout the various rooms told the story. Entering the den, the fight had started here. The Tel Aviv Pack came in with force, flooding through the main window and front door. The Vampires gathered here were slaughtered before the others of this home were able to respond. During the course of the fight, fire broke out and began to engulf the room. The flamed did not pan out across the floors but went up and clung to the ceiling. Those fighting were unaware of the ticking time bomb above their heads. As the flames spread through the rest of the bottom floor, it made its way through the halls, into the separate rooms and towards the kitchen. Goetschl stood, eying the giant hole in the den`s ceiling then turned his attention to the dining hall, which was shown through the dens missing east wall. As the fire reached the propane stoves in the kitchen, the ceiling caved in upon the Vampires in the room, pinning them beneath debris just moments before the explosion of the gas stove completely removed the back half of the manor. The explosion itself was absolutely massive as the plaster, support beams, furniture, decor all were shot both into and out of the home depending on its location.
His feet crunched through the burnt debris of the home as he slowly made his way from one room to the other, his sensitive eyes continuing to tell the story of the massive fight. Goetschl followed the path of the main flame into what had one been the location of the kitchen. Out of the half missing dining hall, Goetschl stepped onto solid earth. Around the home and in the surrounding hills, brush and shrub consumed the landscape. The explosion had caused a massive brush fire which burnt ninety acres in all directions before being brought to a stop. The warm evening Israeli air slammed against his much cooler face. His eyes spotted some pieces that had once belonged to the kitchen, the double wide fridge was several meters away, a piece of the stove and some utensils dotted the ground like sprinkles on a cup cake. The ground was ashened and the surrounding brush as dark as night, no longer carrying its hazel-golden color. Turning back to the home, Goetschl made his way back through the burnt out dining room and towards the grand staircase.
The smell of ash and soot filled his nostrils but so did other scents, recent scents. Glancing at the third step of the staircase, he noticed a print made into the charred black step he had not expected. A paw print. A fresh one. The one thing he had taken notice of upon entering, was every body had been moved. Even before first responders arrived, the bodies were completely gone. All anyone found was a burnt out home with no sign of any occupant. Israeli`s thought it was an insurance scheme gone bad. The whole `destroy the house` and claim it was an accident to get the pay day for it. Yet no one filed a insurance claim, thus showing the absolute arrogance and ignorance of most mortals. With a snicker of his lips, Goetschl began to ascend the steps.
Quietly he entered the only bedroom that was still fully intact with its came to walls, floor and ceiling though the window`s glass panes were completely shattered. His feet continued to make crunching noises as he stomped further in. The dresser was hunched over, the mattress to the bed against one wall while the frame of the bed was against the opposite. The fire reached this room, the walls scorched black but... Casimir took a sniff of the air. Something was off. Something... different.
"Soot..." he sniffed, "Burnt wood..." another sniff "and..." his eyes momentarily widened as the scent returned to him. Sticking his head out the shattered window, he took another inhalation of air through his nostrils and picked up the scents that dared brush past him. He recognized the foreign smell that dared be out of place. Knowing full well what it was, Casimir turned, making haste to leave the room and race back down what had once been a beautiful staircase. No more had he reached the main entrance than had the scent he picked up been even stronger. It surrounded him, engulfed him. With narrowed eyes, Casimir stood... and waited.
"You knew we were here, no?" A feminine voice spoke, coming in from the badly damaged dining hall.
"You scent`s are not exactly subtle compared to a Vampires." Casimir replied, giving the woman his full attention. She stood, the majority of her frame hidden within the shadows though it was apparent she stood in the buff. Her face was the only thing completely viewable. Shoulder length brown hair, which looked knatted, tangled and out of place, her skin held a tan though not one deep enough to mistake her for Arab and her eyes... gleamed yellow much like a domesticated dogs in the moonlight. Faintly, Casimir could hear the low pitched grunts and growls of the others that were roaming the property. "What are you doing here?"
"The question is what are you doing here, Mr. Goetschl." She replied.
His eyes remained locked on the woman though he ensured he knew where the others were. "I`m guess you brought four with you?"
"Five actually." the woman replied. Casimir caught the subtle shift in her eyes. She received a low frequency grunt to back down. The only reason Goetschl knew was because he was fortunate enough to hear the grunt that shut up the others around. He watched as the woman went back from where she had come though by the time Goetschl gave her another glance, she had already shifted into her wolf form and disappeared to some other portion of the property.
There was only one person who could make a wolf like that woman back down, the Alpha. "Hello Dinna." He spun as a second wolf appeared. She was shorter than the first though her hair reached the small of her back. Just like the other, it looked tangled and messy, her eyes gave off the same yellow reflection in direct light but unlike the previous woman, Dinna was Arab and she made no attempt to hide her body. It was out there, for even Casimir to admire.
"Ahlan Ya gamila." She spoke. Placing a hand at the side of Casimir`s cheek, before giving him an overly affectionate kiss on his lower jaw.
"You know I hate when you call me beautiful." Goetschl explained.
"My dear, you know I am a creature of habit. I have always and will continue to call you as I wish." She traced her hands over his dress shirt, playfully teasing the buttons, "I heard you got changed into a woofy. Splendid. You always knew whatmy favorite way to make love was, now we could truly do it in that fashion. I would have loved to have been the one too maul you... though I could still do it to you if you want."
A blush covered Casimir`s face. History was apparent between Dinna and Casimir and though Dinna was the Alpha of the Jerusalem Pack, she was known for having a softer side for specific people, Casimir being one of them. "What happened?" Goetschl asked, quick to change the subject.
"Eugh." Dinna snorted, "Always directly to business." Her eyes gave a glance around the burnt out home, "Isn`t it obvious. You Vampires can`t control your own blood lust. I simply... made a move before they could wipe us out."
"Surprising that you got a jump on them." Goetschl said, "Now." He continued to give Dinna his full attention. "You called me here, why?"
Dinna`s voice changed as a low growl rumbled in her throat. Her attention momentarily turned towards a wolf approaching Casimir from behind. The grey and brown haired beasts ear lowered, its tail shot between its legs and it slowly began to back away, a whimper escaping its lips. If nothing else, Dinna struck fear into her pack mates. "Someone is here, in my territory that I felt you would be most interested in meeting."
"Who?"
"Schuyler Jaden."
Goetschl remained emotionless, his face unwavering. Dinna could not but help to notice the aura of dominance that surrounded the once human pet to Aubrey Mayor. The man had gone form one consumed with uncertainty, the one filled with self pity to a man who now seemed to fear absolutely nothing. How could anyone, of any species, not notice this drastic shift in Goetschl. From submissive pet to dominate male all because of a change? There was more to the story, more to the change. Something deeper happened to the Agent in New York. Wolves had been aware the Lady of Londons Pet had turned into their kind but the stories on how exactly were conflicting. In Dinnas eyes, trauma had to have occured to cause the apparent erasing of emotion from theman. Casimir, though, mulled over the opportunity. Aubrey never spoke of Schuyler though he had heard stories from other Coven Members. The Vampire, Schuyler, had been the Pet to Aubrey before Casimir. There was a standing death order for anyone who neared Schuyler without her permission. Goetschl feared nothing and a death order could not have meant less to him. "Where is he?" This opportunity was just too much to pass up.
"Come." Dinna said. "He's in Tel Aviv, my pack has been watching his every movement. I will take you too him."
Even Casimir was curious as to why Dinna did not take the opportunity to strike down such a well known Vampire, "Ok you got me. Why let him live? Why call me here? You know I've been busy in London."
Dinna pressed her body against Casimirs own, their scents blending as one, "My dear, do you think I would pass up the opportunity to watch two of Aubrey Mayors pets, the two she once treasured more than anything, to meet for the first time?" She made tisking noises while running one hand through her tangled hair.
It was apparent now. Dinna was testing Casimir, to see what kind of wolf he had become. How he would act and treat Schuyler would determine how her Pack would act and treat Goetschl. "You do know my objective isn't just Aubrey or her Coven, my objective is simply my packs survival." Casimir went by his own rules, his plans. He cared little for what other wolves, other packs thought of him.
"Oh I know," Dinna snickered, "I just want to see what happens when you two meet. Now come, lets not waste anymore time."
