The Meeting , Open|Rated MA|Grouped

[*MARCUS & ANNALIAH]

The Meeting
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Six days after the attack Marcus and Annaliah were hugged with one another and had nothing to handle back at work for the time being due to Sevanni's small sabbatical. Getting sorted was always the way, but with their massages to one another and a night of raw inhibition, they were as relaxed as relaxed could be. Though it wouldn't last long. They had to be up at the crack of nightfall and head out to New York once more.

After the move they were sure that he'd leave all his business in New York to someone who could handle it, after all, he had seen the drawn up papers resting on his desk. Everything was ready to be handed to someone else, and even if it hadn't been him, it had to go somewhere.

The defeat of Jeremiah and the regain of Phoenix had tore his baby to shreds. She'd been out in the rapture of mortals spreading the good word that everything had been some freak accident and everything covered in red had been tarnished by dirt, grime, and ash. Her body had been weak, and Marcus had to bring her back home and make sure she regained her strength. Nothing cheered the old soul like a fresh warm body night after night.

"When are zey getting ere? I grow bored of vwaiting." She was so impatient. Picking at her nails as if she had truly been bored. Legs crossed with visible flesh of that short skirt. The ripped wife beater and worn dade jacket fit well, and through her entire line of clothing she had never felt bad about what she wore. As if she knew it looked good to look worn and still remain modern. Marcus liked it because she wasn't spiffy with heels and skirts. No. Just her high rise boots above the calf was fine. She could kick ass just as fast as a bitch in heels.

"Not much longer. They will come. You must learn to have patience." An eye roll from her end and Marcus jimmied a smile to the corner of his mouth. How a Ukrainian and a Britt had managed to get along so well and stay with one another for as long as they had was beyond him.

An annoyed sigh as her impatient temper rose more. "I do not nyeed patience, what I nyeed is to have my dinner and go have fun." She toyed with a tweak of her head in his direction, the smirk playfully written but as Marcus had made his way toward her, as if to move round the table, the door had opened and he had to return his efforts elsewhere. Already she had put on a pout, but brushed it off. They could continue later.

[THE REBELS]

Can't Beat A Good Read, too bad you can't read me.

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Angel was a solo artist who drove big rigs with a little body. Not in a littoral sense of course. Angel wasn't the type of guy to just be so opposed to someone that he couldn't push aside his emotions to be apart of something new. Werewolves and Vampires had been feuding for ages, but his own upbringing had caused him to lay in a predjudiced state simply because his knowledge of who he was as a person had been stifled from the past.

He had turned his best friend into a monster and abandoned her for his own selfish ways. He was pained by that of course, and the only reason he had come to New York was to somehow make it up to her. Staying in a dank motel on South had been a down side of New York thus far. He didn't have funds like most others, but he made it through life the best as he could.

His hand reached out, opening the door to the suite in which he had been directed to go, the hall seemed like it was going to take forever when he stepped off the elevator. He could already smell the stench that was vampire, he hated that he had to endure such a foul odor. Nothing ever changed with them. They could mask it all they wanted, but they would still smell like death. Walking death who hated those of his kind.

There was no way he'd bring her here. England was safer than New York. She knew who her people were, and had she been sensed by someone it may prove to be disastrous. But it had already. He had interacted with another girl while at a party. Haven....yeah that was her name. How was he to tell her of that? He had to somehow keep that behind locked doors. However; Angel knew that locked doors eventually became unlocked, but wouldn't it be better to test those waters? Make sure that the doors remained locked no matter what?

No, he couldn't tell her. He wouldn't. Not anytime soon anyway.

He eyed the goon in front of him, a smirk in his Angel Chase way. Playful as he was, the youngling, he still was able to defend himself if need be, but this was a time to be somewhat honorable in his vow to behave. A nod, yeah he could spare one of those, and then an eye to the woman, but she wasn't his type. Just something nice to look at in the meantime. Angel made his way toward the end of the table but sat three chairs down. Sitting back with opened legs and his hands on his abdomen. Now there was nothing to do but wait.

[*Kane & Abel Westin]

"Right then, make sure you have fun with them." Abel poked out as he sat on another phone. His brother had been on the other one and they stood in opposing sides of the room.

"And tell them we said hi yeah?" Kane jumped in as though they had been finishing one anothers sentences, Mallie on the other end talking about Nite and Dae and how fun they were to have around and play with. Already they were missing their sister so to speak, and wanted nothing more than to go back to England and be with her and Aubrey.

"We can't right now.....but we are coming back in a week." Abel let out, cutting off his brother.

"Right, and then we can play and have a bit of fun." Kane turned around and cut Abel off just as quick. It was nearly getting tiresome between them both. But it was fun to watch them talk.

The only reason they were with Sevanni had been on punishment. If someone hadn't been bad, they would still be back in England, however they did make a pretty penny while in New York. Traveling to Italy wasn't something they had been keen on, but it did put them closer to England and ole Paris. Eventually they could meet in the middle and they could see Nite and Dae again.

The phone was hung up sadly and Kane and Abel were finishing up on getting ready. The room was below in the hotel and all they had to do was tie the laces on their sneakers and head down.

"When I get back home, I'm going to do nothing but lay in her bed and cuddle up." Kane chuckled to Abel's statement and shook his head from side to side.

"When I get back I'm going to make sure your house is refinished, that way I can keep you out of her bedroom." Kane smirked and Abel snickered. Punching his brother in the shoulder, and in return Kane punched him back a bit harder.

"Owwww, do you always have to hit back so hard?" English tones rising and falling. His hand rubbing away the small ache in his shoulder.

"Next time don't hit me" He said a little snooty like, but it was playful they way they handled it.

"But we always hit one another." Spoken as he looked up with amazement and slight shock. Stepping onto the elevator and turning for the doors closed.

"Yes, but I'm older." Kane grinned and Abel gave him a nasty look, and the doors closed soon after.

The doors opened and Abel stepped off. Kane had been laying out in the corner, rubbing his jaw and tasting blood just there on his tongue. "Come on, you'll make us late." He said, mocking Kane and his seniority.

When the boys made it to the door they walked in. There had been Marcus and his lady friend. They just couldn't remember her name for the life of them, but of course they were whispering to one another in their heads about what they were going to do back home. One week, and all would be right with the world.

[*Damien Black]

Hotels. Hotels were just so boring. Always with the same theme of in and out bedders who did demon knows what in those shared beds. The only shared bed he slept in was that of his own. In fact, since he moved into the house, he had everything in his bedroom brand new. From the mattress to the drapes. The only thing his father was smart about was leaving the entire place empty for him, and of course the guards on the windows and doors.

His girls were happy with him, and every night they slept in the same bed like balled up kittens. There was nothing sexual between the three. A kiss shared here and there but it was harmless comfort that made it all worth while. They had been the only ones who made him feel.....normal.

Now he had to have them wait inside the car while he dealt with something far more important than anything at the current time. Something he had been waiting for since he had received word that there was a possibility that he would get what he deserved. "I don't know how long I'll be. Why don't you go have a look around and I'll come to you when I'm through." An assuring nod that everything was going to be okay. His mortal girls knew what it was that he was up to, they just didn't know the bigger picture behind it.

The elevator was a long ride. Enough to ruin his level of patience. Sneakers rested on carpet. Black hoodie covering his white wife beater and his jeans were nearly sagging, but they were the loose fit kind that made someone thing you were wearing baggy jeans. New York was on it's way to ending the winters cold, and seeing as how he was cold already, there wasn't much effect. The kid could have roamed topless and felt nothing.

The doors to the room at the end of the hall were pushed open. No bother to make small talk with everyone around him, there would be time for that later on. Now....who else would attend this little meeting? Sevanni had yet to show his face. His henchmen were there. Something that smelled like wet dog and he could have swore he saw a familiar face in the lobby, but there was a light glimpse and she had turned just as he looked her way.

[Ali Ambrose]

Ali Ambrose~

New York.....Why New York.

Thats what she kept repeating to herself over and over again. She had received a phone call from Rose a few days ago telling her that she needed a favor. And being Ali, she of course said she would do it and didnt ask first what it was. Now she was regretting it. She needed to learn to think before she agreed to something. But she had promised her and so now here she was on her way to a hotel with people that did not really like her and that she had to seem as if she lead. Rose was the first in command but since the absence of her, it fell to the second, which would be her.

When she had told Vic that she was going to go to New York he had of course agreed to come, worried about her as always and knowing very well that Sevanni was in New York still. Though she had heard some news about him moving to Italy. That was even closer now seeing as Vic and her had moved to London to live. But she could deal as long as they didnt get in each others way. She had no intentions of a fight today. But she had explained to Vic that it was a coven meeting that she needed to do on her own. It had taken several hours before he finally agreed to let her go alone. But she needed to call him as soon as she was done.

Walking down the streets of New York she couldnt help but smile. The cold was starting to fade away and even though she didnt feel any of it, that was a good sign. Spring was coming. And she was tired of getting looked at like she was crazy like she was now. She was wearing a dark blue tank top with a pair of black shorts and black heels. To top it off she was wearing her fedora hat. Ignoring the stares she entered into the hotel lobby and nodded at the guests and the receptionist at the desk and headed straight for the elevators.

Rose had told her where the meeting was taking place and that quit a few members would be showing up. But they both knew that not all the members were exactly on friendly terms with each other. It had been a huge shock to them both when Sevanni had agreed to join the coven. A coven that dealt with werewolves as friends and didnt mind them and also a coven filled with people he hates. Herself included. What was going through his mind when that happened? Matter of fact, what had been going through HER mind when she let Rose agree. Sometimes she wondered if vampires suffered from insanity over the years.

The elevator doors dinged open and her heels clacked against the ground as she headed towards the meeting room. She could smell several people already here. A few she recognized, a few she didnt. When she walked in she nodded as a hello, scanning the people and then sighed. "Hi. Im Ali. Rose couldnt make it...so im here instead."

[*MARCUS & ANNALIAH]

First it had been the werewolf. Marcus had made sure Sevanni added him into the slate of things. The young one was so young, so new, that there was no time like the present to show the coven that he too could coexist with the weremutts. Annaliah hated werewolves just as much as the vengeful vampires who already did. She was neither vampire nor were, which made it a bit harder to explain to people what she was. She simply was.

Then the twins made their double entrance. Two bodies moving through the room as if they were joined at the hip. He always imagined that they were when they were born, but no such doctor existed who could perform that type of surgery in those days. Still, he missed Nite and Dae, and even when Dae had her playful pick on Marcus days, he missed that.

Short moments had went by before the door opened once more, and this one had been quite expected. Young Mr. Black in all of his raggedy splendor. Marcus didn't approve of what Sevanni was about to do. Maybe it was apart of his plan. Bring back the boy, make a sacrifice for a sacrifice. Again the elders would be displeased and take him back into exile. The promise had been made, and on that promise, Sevanni had been maintaining his end of the bargain. It started after he rose back from himself. Realizing that what he had done to Nixie was not all him, and regretfully so. After killing Jeremiah he had gone into some sort of slump. Pacing, staying up at all hours. Working, working working. It made Marcus's life a bit harder because there wasn't much to do but ground work at the villa.

His eyes flashed silver at the presence of Ali Shadings. He hadn't expected Rose to show up, seeing as how there was word that she was being hunted down once again. It was sad really. Hyde just didn't know when to give up, but eventually Marcus would take him out. It was bound to happen. Betrayal against your head made good grounds for having him take yours, thus the journey stands, and Sevanni was simply letting him have his fun before his demise.

"Mrs....Ambrose." He let the last shard of her new last name to pre-trail. After the whole changing incident, Marcus had been keeping an eye on some of those who stemmed around the higher ups. There was no heir like there was here, but eventually Ali and Victor would see the new light on how things would be in the near future. "Always a pleasure." He lied through uppity clenched teeth. You could tell he said it out of respect, but there was no deeper connection than a mere show.

Once all were seated he moved to the front of the table. Fingertips placed atop the surface while looking out over those who arrived. "We will begin soon. I'm sure there are others attending, and seeing as how our host has not yet arrived, why don't we start with rounds yeah?" Not really a question but okay.

"My name is Marcus, this is Annaliah. Head Security for Mr. Black." A hand was given in her direction. "Kane and Abel Westin enforcers....bounty hunters, and not to mention all around trouble makers......" A chortle was given. "They will be standing in Nite and Dae's place for a few months and then will head back to England." A small nod was given to double grins. So annoying, those little buggers.

"Mrs. Ali Ambrose.....Standing in for Rose Decumbry as second in command for the Nightshade coven....." Eyes embarked on her before switching away to another. "Always a pleasure......and of course, Angel Chase.....as I'm sure you can all tell by now that he is a werewolf.....England bound, and a natural renegade....." Though Marcus knew Angel had lost his way. This would simply be something to get him back in the scheme of things.

"And last but not least.....I'm sure you have all been wondering who this gentleman is here.....of course, if you are as old as I am, you would be able to smell Sevanni all throughout those veins...." A grin given and then he could blurt it out. "Damien Black....son...heir.." What else could he say? He really disliked the guy, kid. He had nothing but devious thoughts and already he could see Annaliah getting anxious around him.

"Welcome....All of you."

[*♥ Helena Kyle ♥]

This was not a happy night. She had been sitting around for days. Sometimes pacing between rooms of that God awful apartment she lived in thinking, hoping, nerves wracked more than they had ever been. Bare feet rode across the carpets and flooring with hands rubbing against one another and deep down inside she had been so incredibly hungry, but she messed up and now she had to find a way to right the wrong.

The drapes were heavily shut now, and she stopped within her tracks. A tick like motion came about her neck for a split second before she turned her head toward the desk on the opposing side of the wall. She had but an hour to make it there and yet to change and get a ride.

The hotel wasn't too far off her beaten path, some blocks away from the apartment, but she didn't want to walk through all that crud of snow and ice and slush. She'd jump a cab and make her way inside, sense them. Sense him. God this was not a good night.

There was no point in her being here. She didn't want anything to do with them really, but she had been forced to go by someone who really needed her to be there. Someone who had guided her in every possible way and ended up bringing her to the places she needed to be in order to obtain something useful to another. Of course there was always a reward, and in a sense this was not such a bad thing. As many people wish to believe such things, Helena was doing a good thing for someone she admired very much.

"It'll be fine." She let out in a hushed whisper as she rode the elevator up, up, up. A little expulsion of a laugh was released out of nervousness. "This is so bad...so very, very bad." She shook her head at the final conclusion, New York may never be her home again. She would have to go back to England and face her reality. Aubrey Mayor ran England. She could go there and lay low and make things work.

If it were true she'd pack immediately. Finding a place to live in England around this time would be hard, but it would have to do. She couldn't be run under by some tyrant. A pushover.

DING!

The doors opened and Helena stepped from the silvery confines. The hallway was long, or so it seemed. Heels moved over carpet as legs lead her toward the door at the end of the hall. It made her feel like Alice going down that hall to the Queens throne room. At least she didn't have to worry about her head being cut off. Or did she?

She opened the door, the room revealed a few many people and she hadn't much known many. Only one, however, it had been a while since she had seen him and that was never a good thing. No Shaden. She thought for sure he'd be here, so, She sat closest to the red head and avoided eye contact with Damien. Sitting back in the chair after undoing the clasps that held the blue cover up together. Crossing legs and making sure she could not think about him or anything that may come from his mouth. Never in a millennia did she think to ever see him again. Oh why oh why had she agreed to come to this thing?

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] New York, Italy, Italy, New York. Going from place to place was a but much at times, and after this little, retirement of his, well, he was suppose to remain in one place and lay it out for a few years. There would only be one lady love in his life within a few moments, and everything he had acquired would soon be in anothers hands. If this didn't work, he didn't know what would. "You know.....You should really reconsider this." A frown was given to that comment. Of course he knew it was wrong to do, but it had been apart of his last hope. "I only brought you along so you can keep an eye on him. I won't have him disrupting things." spoken as he tied the laces on his sneakers. Sevanni wore dark blue jeans tonight. A button down blue and white striped shirt and his watch. Something simple. No suit tonight. The scent of Amaretto lingering as he passed by. Cree would remain in the hotel suite until bodies left the meeting. This of course meant that she would follow him and keep an eye on all of his movements and report back his actions in any suspicious nature. "This won't take long...So be ready to leave at any time." She nodded with a small pout. Cree didn't like being away from Sevanni for too long, but she did whatever e wanted, and it was simply not by choice. The door to the suit closed behind him and Sevanni made his way to the elevator. Last time before this when he was inside one, he could see flashes of what he, or rather, his other half had done to that filthy weremutt. There was no iota of doing such a thing to a female inside of him, which begged the question....Why? Sevanni made it to the double doors and made passage into the room. Before doing so he had opted to knock on the door next to his and gather up Shaden. Pretenses had to be kept up, the strong type who enjoyed being with Sevanni because of his own sinful ways. Sevanni made it a point for Shaden to be there simply because he had a piece to gather as well. "Glad you could all make it. I know some of you if not all of you can't stand me, but after tonight, I think you will change your mind. Or...maybe not." His eyes were directed at no one in particular. Shaden took his seat beside Sevanni and Sevanni had laid out some files of his own. There was one for each of them and he handed a bundle to those on each side of the table and to take one and pass on the rest. "Inside is a simply structure I had devised as a promisary note." Sevanni opened his to follow along. "As of tonight, I am officially going into retirement for a span of a single year. This is to do as I wish without haste. And so itemized inside is what I am offering up to you. "The coven....." He started with an eye directed at Ali. "The coven will profit off of the lab corps around New York. Those labs are strictly provided for vampire agriculture from mortal donors. Estimated profits are located on the bottom of the page, as well as contacts and vital information which you will need for administrative access." A little curt smirk passed over lips. It was a nice sizeable amount and would fund well for the covens needs. Since the book had been embossed with each persons name on it, she had been the only one with that information. Everyone else had their very own set. "Next on the list." Like he said, short and simple. "Damien get's the house, the downtown loft, and the coverage over my territories....except one." Which had been where most of the action was. It was a little piece of New York reserved for just one. And surely that news alone was enough to make Helena gasp. "Shaden gets downtown Manhattan, Staten and Long Island." Those simply reserved for him. A small short glance was sent in his direction, and surely he would feel good about that. He was thought of. Returning to reality. "Out of good faith I have been required to make a change of movement, and tot his, this is important for Helena and Angel..." Finally to them. The reason why they are here. "I wish for Helena to leave New York during the duration of Damiens reign.....And....." This was going to be a gift to Shaden, and a burden on him, but something had to give.... "You're to stay out of his territory, or....move to Italy for the time being." And there would be nothing more said on the matter. Damien would be crushed for Sevanni already knew of his plans for her, and he was not about to let Shaden get in the middle. Knowing him, he would. He'd rather not see him go at it with his own son. "Angel....our meeting back in Paris stands firm....You know your station and your job....Get that done and my land in England is yours to keep." And his mission was a very important mission, however; that was hush hush. He found a way to hurt someone and get what was his. Not to mention Angel could finally man up. Sevanni cleared his throat.... "Are there any questions?"

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[*Damien Black]

It had been ages since he saw his father last. Surely there would be a little peace between the two, but Sevanni already knew that Damien didn't want to play his little game, and he sure as shit didn't want to play according to his fathers guidelines. However, nothing had fully prepared him for what was about to happen.

A year off? How silly. If a vampire was to take a vacation or go into temporary retirement, take a century man, but a year? Even so, it meant that his heir of rain was finally about to pull through.

He took the little book of info in hand and passed the others onward. His name marked on the cover in cursive writing, how stylish of him to do such a thing.

"Damien get's the house, the downtown loft, and the coverage over my territories....except one." The house. That was what Damien had wanted most because it meant he had dominion over those within, and because he was small in numbers, it simply meant that he could reform in that small amount of time.

To his surprise it hadn't been for a year. It had been indefinitely. Was he ever to return to New York and state his claim among those he gave up for a short period of time? Sure, but it also meant he would not be taking the house back. That was his to keep.

For the last part, after giving a grateful nod and sitting back in that chair with fists closed as fingers laced with fingers. The three places he had given Shaden had been taken from the Viti's in nineteen twenty-six by Sevanni, three sections purged into one specific property claim. It had been where all the action was. All the crime and drugs, prostitution and insider gambling. The subways, bus's, never ending cab rides, and those beautiful brownstones just on the edge. Shaden had gotten the good out of it, and for that, Damien would be further more in disgust with him. For some reason, there was something odd going on with such a decision. He'd look into it.

"Are there any questions?" Satan help him if he had. A simple head shake was given. Aside from this meeting, or lack there of, he had much more pressing matters to tend to. Like, grabbing his girls and taking off. Let them play decorate for a few weeks to the house, and of course, be fitted for a tuxedo. He had a party to go to the following night, not something he wanted to do. He hated dressing up and playing pretend, but like always, a presence had to be made. Such duties as a Duke.

Damien could saunter away, slip back into the night and away from the dreaded hotel. He simply hated them. Everything was shared, borrowed. It was never brand new unless you went to a brand spanking new hotel and nothing had ever been touched by another before. Grand openings were so fun.