A Deal is a Deal (Sevanni and Victor)

[Victor Ambrose]

I, Victor Ambrose, agree to bring to you, Sevanni Black, the vampire PsiChi. You may do whatever you wish with him, as long as none of the actions of PsiChi and Sevanni Black go against the terms of this agreement:
1) Sevanni Black will transform Victor Ambrose human.Sevanni Black will complete the whole transformation from start to finish fully, and no harm will come to Victor Ambrose before, during, or after the process..
2) The people who shall be listed are Victor Ambroses friends and will not be harmed by Sevanni Black:

• Inora Makai
  
• Basset Phoenix
  
• Alisha Riley Stone
  
• Katra Maguire

3) Alianne Shadings and her friends shall not be harmed by Sevanni Black. The friends of Alianne Shadings are listed below:

• Inora Makai
  
• Katra Maguire
  
• Lilly Blackheart
  
• Rose Rada

4) Numbers 2 & 3 apply to before, during, and after the capturing of PsiChi by Victor Ambrose
5) Numbers 2 & 3 apply to both before, during, and after the transformation of Victor Ambrose
6) If PsiChi becomes insubordinate, Sevanni Black has all right to "bring the rain" on Victor Ambrose.

Sign,
Victor Ambrose.
Alianne Shadings.
Sevanni Black[/u][/b]

[Victor Ambrose]

It wasn’t easy, but Victor did it. He hunted down that vicious no good for nothing vampire. Going off clues, tracking down people or victims of that monster, and searching places only a mad man would have went. It was rough, but he found him. The only thing that made looking for this demon look like a trip to paradise was the fact that he wasn’t going down without a fight. Normally, a fight was something Victor could handle, but this one was sneaky. Tricky even. He fought dirty at one point, and then the next, he fought with calculations, and then the next, he fought with nothing but senseless lust. It wasn’t just change just made it harder, it was those blasted needles. He heard about a style like that, using the knowledge of acupuncture, anatomy, precision, strength, and speed to slow down, paralyze muscles, or even put to sleep. It was something Victor wasn’t expecting, especially from a Vampire. Most vampires rely on their brute force and speed. This one was different. He relied on patience and calculation, or he relied on weaknesses and pain, or he relied on his inability to feel pain. This one wasn’t like the typical vampires. It was strange…

’Focus Victor. You have something more difficult to come. Stay alert.’
It was true. He had to face the worst one yet. The Infamous Sevanni Black. But this wasn’t a fight… this was business. Business is business, and as they say in the world of business, “A deal is a deal.”
Even if it was business with a dangerous monster, he still had a reputation of being the man everyone turns to for their needs, and this was something Victor was willing to risk it all for.
Knocking on the door, he looked at the duffle bag in his hand. Sevanni’s duffle bag. The bad twitched slightly, but the package wouldn’t do much more than that. Just like the vampire, Victor had his own secrets and his own tactics.
’Time to pay up and receive’

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Sevanni chuckled rather evily. It was deep, dark sounding. As if there would be a drift of black fluttering spirits lifting from lips. His hand grabbed the back of her head to force her back, her hand rose to wipe her mouth as a smile played over those beautiful lips. "Enough.....we have company coming." Sevanni could sense his presence nearby. It was the unmistakeable scent that the opposition held.

Sevanni was a business man by far, always making deals without anyone else having knowledge of it. It started to seem like the entire world had known he had the cure for vampires, but little knew he had the cure for werewolves. A trade for a trade and oh how Sevanni Black loved trades. Of course it would have to be well worth his time, and the little vampire that had psychological issues had been someone that he had wanted to aquire for quite some time.

Since Emi had Psichi, it was only natural for Sevanni to want to seek him out in the long haul and think about what it was he wanted with him. He could have been made a gift to his Emi, but she was so naughty lately she didn't really deserve to receive him. Then there was the choice to keep him for his Greedy self along with the girls and the boys.

Now Victor was next on his list of those who would be changed into a mortal just to be turned by the same specie as he. A vampire. All for love. A crying pity at that. Love was not worth it. With his heart closed and mind open, he could finally understand that Love was a waste of time.

His first mistake had been turning Aubrey mortal and taking her to the ball. Everyone would know who she was and what she was. Human. Then wondering how the hell it happened, and knowing who she had been with, they had decided it was his own doing. Oh but it was the good scientist who held such great care for the twins. Their blood being the key to the cure of original vampire and were alike.

The cure for mutts had been found out later in time. Both being kept highly safe and secure so no one could ever gain access to it but him.

After he had locked it all away, before the left for England, Sevanni had realized one thing. Coven leaders had a curse marked upon them. Xavier had follied out before the reorganization of the BNC. Sevanni had been mysteriously pulled away and in his absense everyone had thought him to be defeated? It was never likely.

A pout was on her face and Sevanni sighed. "Do not fret my darling.....tomorrow is another night." A hand, moving toward her tender skin to touch under her jaw with soft fingers that were strong enough to break her neck. Sevanni shifted up to stand, adjusting himself and making sure he could be in proper play before he arrived.

Everything had been set up. The large room with medical equipment, the tubing, the extensions of canisters that kept the blood at a "normal" temperature. Pure. Mortal.

He arrived. Sevanni had met him in the front hall after descending down the stairs. "Ahhh, yes....." He started mid stair and reaching the bottom seconds later. Sevanni moved in front of him, noting the movements of the bag the man before him held.

Sevanni looked toward his right, nodding his head for one of the men to take the bag from him. While Victor was in his coma state, sevanni would make sure that what was inside was in fact his appetizing gift. It had to be his. No one made a deal and didn't show up without the goods, and there was nothing else that he could have brought aside from clothes. And clothes just didn't fucking move.

"Let's get to it shall we?" A smirk formed over lips before he turned. One man following behind. Why the man? Security purposes. Whenever he would form this sort of event, he had to be guarded because Sevanni would be at his weakest point during the end of the process.

A white room, much like a surgical room. No surgical instruments except for some drawers nearby in case anything went wrong. He was still part human, but it was the cell split that could do damage. "Put this on." He spoke, turning toward Victor and setting a couple of jonny's down on the table he'd lay on. After all, he was going to have to place different patches on him to monitor and make sure nothing went wrong. He could have easily killed him, but darling Victor was ever so smart. He knew about the ideals of loop holes in sevanni's nature.

Sevanni would leave him be for a moment, step out and make word with one of the men to know in fact it was his Psi. The latest edition to the Sevanni Black show.






Note: The cure for werewolves is not available, this was only for the purpose of this plot and was approved by muh Fangsta Gangsta.

[Victor Ambrose]

It was fast, it was down to the point, and it was clean. The man at his right took the bag from him. He wasn’t scared. He delivered the pest just like he promised. He was relieved that the menace was out of his hair. He couldn’t stand another minute with that freak of nature. He stayed quiet throughout the transaction, following Sevanni to the white room. It was cold, almost so to the point where breath was visible. It was as if he created a hospital ward within the household he so eloquently designed. The house seemed to merge oh so well with the itself.
Victor was on the alert, and although he knew Sevanni was a businessman, he knew so many of them that had their versions of betrayal. Legal betrayal. It was cleverly disguised by the linguistics and the mumbo-jumbo of the legal systems now -a-days. He brought a copy of the signed contract, as he was suppose to, and handed it to Sevanni, and then he grabbed the garments that were handed to him.
He went behind the curtain and changed into the Jonny’s. He folded his cloths and set them down in such a way that he could tell if someone started sniffing around in them. He wasn’t usually this paranoid, but this moment could mean life and death for him. He could lose everything in a blink of an eye. It called for paranoia. He hasn’t said a word since he walked in because he didn’t want to say anything stupid or wrong. It’s one thing to be an idiot and to appear to be an idiot, and Victor wasn’t about to do either on. His life, his future, everything rested in Sevanni’s hand, and it was a pair of hands only a mother would trust… and even then, it would be a very slim trust. He had no choice though, and so he would have to place his trust in those hands, handing everything to Sevanni.
He walked out, ready as he would ever be, and set his body on the table, feeling the pads of the EKG (Electrocardiography) machine pressed on to his body, as he heard the beep of his heart being sounded off the machine. He saw defibrillator, sterile equipment. It was as if he was in a hospital room… only for those crazy enough to be under the blade in the hands of Sevanni Black. A strange device with tubes was close by. It seemed strange to Victor. He never saw a device like that before, but he assumed it was the device that would be switching the blood out of his body for the new blood that would make him human. He didn’t fully understand the process completely, so he was probably wrong about the device and the process all together.
The room was barren of people. It was just him and Sevanni. He could sense people outside the room. Probably the bodyguards that were there to claim the bag and follow him up the stairs. Whoever they are, they didn’t seem to bother Sevanni.
“So tell me, what are you going to do exactly to transform me into a human being?”

[HIDDEN EVIL]

He made sure all the sticky pads were in place on Victor. Okay, so he wore white gloves. He had to. The room was sterile, and because it was protocall. “So tell me, what are you going to do exactly to transform me into a human being?” Sevanni wouldn't tell him what was in the serum, or what would make him change, but he could give the run down. Just a brief one.

His eyes turned toward some of the equipment, a gesturing hand moving about as he moved from place to place, describing certain things. "I'll bind you down on the table. Wrists, ankles, chest. I'll insert an I.V.. One part goes into your arm, the other into your neck. It won't hurt as much as you think." A little bit of assurance. Truth was, he'd feel a slight stick and some pressure but nothing severely painful.

"Once the sedative is in, I'll begin the transfer and add in the serum." It was a painful process, but thankfully he wasn't the one who would be turning him. One less person on his list of fledglings.

And Sevanni did just that. He motioned for Victor to lay back, placing the wires to the pads on his chest. Clasping the steel over wrists and ankles. He would possibly change form, maybe he would be so consumed with his own slumber that nothing would happen. To each their own.

Sevanni moved around so he could take one tap needle, insert it into the center of his arm that was opposite side his elbow. Running a line through so the I.V. could drip down into the tube. A syringe was taken, pulling out some clear liquid from a small bottle, pushing out the air, tapping the end and then sticking the rubber of the I.V. bag's plug. That would knock him out soon.

Once his eyes started fluttering closed as if he were moving into Rem sleep. Sevanni could pull out the vial, fill up another syringe and slip it directly into his neck just along side the jugular. Thank God for medical school.

Once the liquid passed through there would be a slight jerk, and already hands moved to slip a line into him on one side, and another on his other side. Old blood out, new blood in. Mortal blood. It would not be his own. Not just yet. His old blood was separating, moving through cell by cell into the mortal containment, letting the nastiness of his blood settle at the bottom and be left for dead.

That's all it was. Serum, blood out, blood in. Recycled and replenished. The blood inside of him would be his own mixed with someone elses, but it was still his own all the same.

The men would help Sevanni take him upstairs and put him in bed. His darling could tend to him, promise to not touch him in any way or it was her neck and she knew he meant it. There was a phone by his bed so when he was ready he could call for Ali to pick him up, take him with her. Out of his home, out of his life. He was going to have a new life.

[Victor Ambrose]

He heard what Sevanni was saying, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t care. His thoughts, although he tried his best to focus, just kept going back to Ali. Why was he doing this?

For her. He knew her friends were Vampires… minus Nixie, but he couldn’t force her to change into a wolf. She would leave them all behind, something he couldn’t let her do. He wasn’t a wolf for long. It must have been a year. He had nothing to live for as a wolf, except her, and he would still have her as a vampire. He wasn’t going to lose anyone. Ali has been a vampire for almost seven years. Becoming human, and then a wolf? That would almost be traumatic. For seven years, her eyes have not seen the sun. For seven years, she hasn’t tasted anything but blood. For seven years, she relied on her vampiric skills. For seven years, she barely heard her heart beat. Forcing her to do all those… that’s enough to kill a person. Something she couldn’t put her through. He loved Ali, and he was doing this for her.

He felt the needle enter his arm, and it snapped him back to reality. His body stiffened only briefly, remembering where he was and what he was doing. He relaxed when he saw it was only a needle in the I….V….

SNAP! He awoke in the same place he was before… only different… But where was this same place he was in. It was blurry, less focused, less noisy. The smells were gone. He knew what had just happened. He was changed. He was human. His heart beat wasn’t as strong. His body although muscular, lost most of its strength gained from the werewolf gene. His senses dulled by the human mind, focusing on cognitive powers rather than merging the senses with the mind. He was indeed human. Something that seemed familiar, yet so new to him. It has been a year, and that would explain why it is so new, but the familiarity of it all was the lack of trauma to the change.

He looked around. Was he in a hospital? The white walls, the EKG machine, the defibrillator… it all pointed to that… but something in his mind told him he was wrong…

’Maybe focusing on why I am here, I can remember where here is.’
His mind started to focus more, remembering what he was doing there. Still cloudy from the process, he focused harder…

ALI! He jumped from the table, yet his body ached. His muscles degraded a bit. How long has he been sleeping? Twelve hours? A Day? Two? A week? Rewind. What happened today?

’Let’s see. Um… First… Think Man! THINK! OH! I brought the vampire in. Then what…’
Remembering everything that happened while under sedation and being transformed from a wolf to a human can cloud the mind. He looked around, hoping something would remind him, and then he saw a piece of paper.
[/i]’I gave Sevanni the contract and the bag. I changed my clothes, laid back on the table, got the I.V. and now I am here.’[/i]
All so quickly, he remembered exactly where he was. Sevanni Blacks place. He remembered everything. He looked around for the vampire. No where in sight, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t around. For the mean time, he had to make sure he was okay.
’No Scars, No Wounds, No Bruises.’
He stretched and moved around, making sure his movements weren’t unusual. Now, this is difficult, considering he was human, but he would have to trust his mind for the mean time and seek medical experts later.

“Sevanni Black. I require your presence, if you would ever be so kind?”
He chose his words carefully. Demand, bad idea. No one demands Sevanni Black and lives. Need, horrible. Needing would be like begging. Require is just right. It isn’t needing or demanding. It was in between, showing him that Victor wanted something, but in a casual and respectable manner, and adding “If you would ever be so kind” would show Sevanni that he had the choice. Either way, he had a feeling Sevanni would show.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Annaliah (anna-lie-ah) had finally stopped being a bad girl. She loved mortals like Sevanni liked mortals. Crouched down by the man's door just outside, making sure her shadow had not been cast below the door where the space between it and the floor had been. He was moving about and her eyes widened, hand pressed to the door as she listened in.

Sevanni was downstairs circling the bag. It hadn't been unzipped, the boy was still inside and the scent he gave, it wreaked of deviations that one person alone should never hold in one body.

Sevanni nodded his head and the man in the room had bent low to unzip the bag. If Psi had decided to go berzerk on him, he wouldn't be the one so close to the bag. He held back a stifled breath movement, chin rising slowly as his eyes downwardly cast over him. He wasn't short, not too tall, attributes that were sure to run any woman insane with envy and hate.

What if he spoke? Did he know the terms? As lips moved Sevanni held up a hand to silence him, eyes shifting to a slight close as he listened in on Annaliah's call. The man was awake and shifting about. Sevanni lifted his head, looking at the man who stood behind him.

"Take him upstairs. Annaliah can get him proper." The burly man nodded and Sevanni stepped closer to Psi, an arm moving outward and holding his face just under the jaw line. Such perfect features. Much like Darien, he had a feeling that this one was going to give him some heartache. If he had a heart maybe. "Go with him." Spoken softly and making him know that he was safe. Just the way he said it alone could tell anyone that no harm to them would be done at current. But give him a reason.

They would leave after Victor was gone. Send him on his way and be able to rest in his own home. With his girls.

“Sevanni Black. I require your presence, if you would ever be so kind?” Sevanni heard him inside his own head. He hated when people did that. Summoned him out of the blue and automatically assumed that he would come fleeting toward them.

Sevanni was gone. He left Psi and moved swiftly, vampire like through the halls. Each corner being cut with a cutting swiftness, often his shadows fell far behind and made everything seem so blurry in his wake.

Annaliah was gone from the door before he made it there. She would attend to the boy and see to it that he was properly clean, dressed............fed. No. No Psi would not eat until Sevanni could watch. See how he acted, how he fed, what he enjoyed the most. He knew almost as much about Darien than anyone, Shaden would take some time. He was so independant. But he did manage to see him feed.

The door opened, form stepping through the frame to view Victor there. His eyes rather dark, lack of sleep is what it was. "You called for me?" A sinister grin formed at the corner of his mouth as he took a few paces forward, in front of him, there were three pieces of gauze over the marks where the needles had gone. Small pieces that could be taken away. He wouldn't attempt it now.

[Victor Ambrose]

He took a bow in respect to the man… vampire who turned him human.
“I am sorry to interrupt you busy schedule, but I need your assistance in acquiring a mode of transportation home. After that, I will be out of your home and proximity. I thank you once again.”
He got up from his bow and continued to dress, putting on his shirt and shoes.

The lack of sharp vision, hearing, and smell was a little unnerving to him, but he had no choice in the matter. He was human, through and through. There was only one snag in his plan…. Telling Ali. How would she react?
Knowing her, probably freak out, and once she calms down just a bit, freak out again because she will realize there is only one being in this world with the power to make anyone human again. Beyond that, Victor didn’t want to imagine what might happen. He feared the worst, but prayed for the best.

He sighed a heavy sigh. He knew what he was getting into when he did this… but the fact that Ali might be upset at this just hit him right now. He felt like an idiot right now. How could he not realize this?!

He thought to himself that he can’t really blame himself though. At the time he was afraid to lose her, and he wanted to make her happy, so this seemed like the logical choice. But now that he was one step closer to not losing her, he realized he might have just taken a step in the wrong direction. He couldn’t have predicted this when he was worried about it then. He wasn’t thinking clearly. But now he was.

“I shall take my leave.”
He was fully changed and started to walk out the door. He saw the car waiting for him, warmed up and ready to go. He got in and asked the driver to take him home through a detour. He had to pick something up first. His safety deposit box. He wanted to go get his grandmothers ring. After that was taken care off… he went home…
’Here is to hope.’

[HIDDEN EVIL]

“I am sorry to interrupt you busy schedule, but I need your assistance in acquiring a mode of transportation home. After that, I will be out of your home and proximity. I thank you once again.” A sigh was released and Sevanni moved away from the man as he rose and Sevanni had nodded his head. Already pulling out the cellular to contact the driver. He was most trustworthy and would deliver Victor anywhere he had to go, then return to the pitt where he belonged.

Sevanni had turned around to find Victor most hurriedly dressed and ready to shove off. Which was a good thing, because he could tend to the new one down below and take leave to his own home. He didn't like places he hadn't flat out owned, making the room workable had been a horror job in it's self.

"Mr. Ambrose...." He gestured a pause before wishing him well. "Good luck.....it doesn't always work out how you want it." He cautioned. Nix and Tarus wanted the same thing, but look where they were now.....Look where he is.

Victor was gone. The car pulling off with him and his new found mortality. Everyone was getting what they wanted, but now it was time to face the boy and see what was so special about him that Sevanni had sought out to get.

Once there, he stood in front of him but a mere eight feet. The man off to the side of the room standing still and with fists together below. Muscular built, out of place. Sevanni's eyes looked him over and he had came upon the idea to finally see what he thought about having a new home. "Do you know why you are here? Who I am?" He asked him calmly, not wanting to pose a threat to the dangerous one before him.

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Paien was not liking this at all, neither were the others.
"Do you know why you are here? Who I am?"
"What the fuck do you want with me?! I don't care who you are nor do I care where I am. If I'm some where I don't want to be, then I'm in the wrong place. So fuck off!"
He wanted to run, but something kept him from doing so. It wasn't fear nor was it curiousness. It was Ichabod
’What are you doing Ichabod?! Why aren't you letting me go!’
‘CALM YOURSELF! I don't want to end up killed because of your carelessness! I thought you would use your cool attitude, but you disappoint me. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to save us from ending up Sevanni Blacks next Skull on a Pike.’
Everyone was shocked. Sevanni Black?!
Ichabod took control, and the body started to shift, posture more gentleman like, while the eyes were that of a Sophist, smart and poised, yet cautious and ready, losing some of its blood lusty red and gaining the shade of that compared to the ocean. This was going to be a battle of wits.
"You are going to have to forgive him Sevanni Black. He does not know who he is speaks to. I am a little curious as to know why it is you sought me out, and furthermore, why send a Werewolf to do a job you could have taken care of in less time than he did. It is a little strange why the most infamous vampire seeks out a nobody.”

[Ellie]

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