The invitation from Cyrus to attend the museum event was a little last minute, but Fallon didn't mind. Any time she could go out with Cyrus was appealing, and to be attending something being given by a fellow Anantya made the thought that much more exciting. Since her initiation, Fallon hadn't been back to Heolfor, and was slightly ashamed of the oversight. She had yet to formally petition for an order, which she knew she must do eventually, but more so she really did want to get to know her clan better. So there was no way she wanted to miss tonight, and the opportunities it might present.
Watching Cyrus dress determined her choice for the evening. She didn't want to embarrass her man, so it was important that she not underdress, or overdress.
Fallon wasn't at all familiar with what one wore to a museum opening, but decided casual dress wouldn't do. The color of Cyrus' tie cinched the decision, and she chose a dress just a shade deeper, and not too fussy. When she looked into the mirror, as they were getting ready to leave, and she saw the two of them as a couple, she thought she'd chosen well.
Her eyes were wide as they entered the stately building, but she had to admit immediately that the first few pieces of artwork she saw were not at all the type she enjoyed. Glad to have something to do besides look at the paintings, Fallon welcomed the chance to meet Chryseis.
"Please, let's find Chryseis...I'm really looking forward to meeting another Anantya." Her love filled eyes looked into his, and she smiled warmly.
"And, to be honest, I didn't really come for the artifacts anyway."
The Translyvanian Experience Exhibit
The doors were almost ready to open. Everything was almost perfect.
Roisin Murphy and her band were setting up in the attrium courtyard for this evenings performance. The singer, Roisin, owned Chryseis a favor. They had encountered a run in with each other in a seedy club a few years back. Roisin's voice was sultry and different than Chryseis had ever heard before. Her music didnt really fit into a catagory although most classified it as electronic. It was light and jazzy and at times a bit dark and gothic.A good combination of melodies and a good fit for an exhibit opening that featured a more gothic theme.
The exhibit itself was off to the left of the main entrance. A large black banner hung over its entrance. Silver letters scrawled across it - The Translyvania Experience -.
Inside the exhibit, straight at it's center stood a pedstal containing a holographic image of Vlad the Impalers face. After fifteen seconds it switched to Gary Oldman's face as he looked in the movie Dracula.
Chryseis heard voices behind her. She blinked as Gary Oldman switched to Vlad, the doors had been opened and the first guests were arriving. She could hear one of the museum directors speeches.
As you may well know, author Bram Stoker based the title character of his 1897 novel Dracula on an actual human being, or should we say inhuman being. Stoker's vampire, while being loosely based on Vlad the Impaler, is nowhere near as threatening, nor as sadistic. Stoker's Dracula is a mysterious, somewhat sensual character who kills and feeds to survive, much like any being in nature. In fact, as much as there is reference to the evil of Dracula, it can be reasoned that all of his actions were motivated by survival. Vlad the Impaler, on the other hand, killed not to feed, but to revel in his own power, and just for the sheer pleasure of seeing the suffering of his numerous victims. Some would say that the more modern 'vampire' kills for both these reasons. Depending on who you ask and what movies you watch.
Chryseis grinned. She walked along the walls of the large exhibit checking each photo and painting. It was close to halloween and the exhibits opening fed off of the season and its peaked interest in the dead and undead for that matter.
In actuality it was a tribute to Vlad III of Romania. A very sadistic and horrific man who's history and reign of terror was very interesting and the basis for all vampires. Movies vampires at least, the ones the public knew about. Chryseis wished she had met Vlad, but unfortunatly she had missed that oppertunity.
During his reign, Vlad Dracula also had people decapitated, had their eyes gouged out, had them skinned alive, boiled, burnt, dismembered, eviscerated, or sometimes just physically disfigured for his own amusement. In one particular incident, Turkish ambassadors who had refused to remove their Phrygian caps in his presence were asked why they insulted him in such a manner. When they replied it was because their hats had to remain on their heads according to custom, he graciously honored their tradition by ordering their hats permanently nailed to their heads, never to be removed again.
The director lead the guests near a particularly bloody painting of castle Dracula and it's fence of the impaled. Quietly slipping past the crowd, Chryseis made her way out into the foyer. She could hear the band starting up outside and she grabbed herself a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
(ooc - feel free to wander around! directors commentary from www.vladtheimpaler.com)
Fallon
18 years ago
Alexandra
18 years ago
A small grin formed on Alex' lips as Chryseis spoke and Panos gave her a reply, the woman was something else that was for sure, as she asked her about Tacharan she just shruged.
"I guess they're doing ok, haven't been there in some time, other then to shower and change my clothes"
Running her thumb lightly over Panos' hand to let him know she could handle the situation, Alex didn't have a family.. at least she didn't think she had as she had no memories of her life as a human, this suited her just fine, she was used to being on her own seeking the companion of another being when needed, but Panos was different.. somehow he felt right at her side, maybe just maybe he was the one to compleet her, giving Chryreis a warm smile she spoke again.
"How about you, Panos told me you're in Anantya?"
He has , has he? Hmm, interesting. I hope you don't tell everyone we're related Panos. Having your reputation linked with mine, that's a scarey thought. She paused for a brief moment and looked back to Alexandra. So, Alexandra. How does the house of Tacharan fare these days? Even with the removal of it's orignal tasteless leader Ellis it still seems to be floundering.
A small grin formed on Alex' lips as Chryseis spoke and Panos gave her a reply, the woman was something else that was for sure, as she asked her about Tacharan she just shruged.
"I guess they're doing ok, haven't been there in some time, other then to shower and change my clothes"
Running her thumb lightly over Panos' hand to let him know she could handle the situation, Alex didn't have a family.. at least she didn't think she had as she had no memories of her life as a human, this suited her just fine, she was used to being on her own seeking the companion of another being when needed, but Panos was different.. somehow he felt right at her side, maybe just maybe he was the one to compleet her, giving Chryreis a warm smile she spoke again.
"How about you, Panos told me you're in Anantya?"
Chryseis Angelique
18 years ago
Yes I am and have been for a very long time. I've had no confusions to where we all belong. Are you two enjoying the exhibit? The locals seem to be loving it. More revenue for the museum equaling more revenue for the clan.
Over Panos's shoulder Chryseis noticed more clan members walking in. The hair on the back of her neck rose when she thought of the trouble that was possible.
'Interesting.' She thought to herself.
She thought about saying something to Panos, but then thought better of it. Let him handle himself. Besides she wanted to see what would happen when his child was unexspected brought before him.
Over Panos's shoulder Chryseis noticed more clan members walking in. The hair on the back of her neck rose when she thought of the trouble that was possible.
'Interesting.' She thought to herself.
She thought about saying something to Panos, but then thought better of it. Let him handle himself. Besides she wanted to see what would happen when his child was unexspected brought before him.
Ginnie
18 years ago
Ginnie gave a soft chuckle of her own, and sipped from her champagne. "Indeed not."
She wasn't entirely sure what to do about Nic. She kind of wished Alec would appear and defend her virtue or whatever. Then again, she really could use a few contacts in other Clans, and Nic might just be her Evenhet ticket. He was young, she could sense that about him, well at least not an ancient or anything, the old geezers tended not to act so...rashly. Maybe rash wasn't the best word, but it was all she could come up with. It didn't matter though, a contact was a contact, until they screwed her over and had to be killed. That happened a lot... She gave a mental sigh and finally took a look at the painting in front of her.
It seemed to be a closer view of the previous torture chamber, focusing on the poor man on the rack, though Vlad was no where in sight.
"I can't say that I don't. I have seen a great many things in my short life, Nic. I can only say that it is a wonder humans haven't made themselves extinct, with the silly things they do to each other."
Then again, with out humans, the vampire life wouldn't be nearly as...interesting.
She smiled, then finished off her champagne, a waiter appeared at her elbow and took the sparkling flute from her.
"I hear a band playing. Would you care to dance?"
She'd had just about enough of the art on this particular wall. She'd like to take a look at some of the artifacts, but that could wait until later. It would give her an excuse to mingle.
Nicholae;31817
"You are a beautiful woman...I am a decent looking guy...is there really any reason to pretend otherwise?"
Ginnie gave a soft chuckle of her own, and sipped from her champagne. "Indeed not."
She wasn't entirely sure what to do about Nic. She kind of wished Alec would appear and defend her virtue or whatever. Then again, she really could use a few contacts in other Clans, and Nic might just be her Evenhet ticket. He was young, she could sense that about him, well at least not an ancient or anything, the old geezers tended not to act so...rashly. Maybe rash wasn't the best word, but it was all she could come up with. It didn't matter though, a contact was a contact, until they screwed her over and had to be killed. That happened a lot... She gave a mental sigh and finally took a look at the painting in front of her.
Nicholae;31817
"Pretty gruesome, yes? I hope you don't see any memories in any thing being shown here."
It seemed to be a closer view of the previous torture chamber, focusing on the poor man on the rack, though Vlad was no where in sight.
"I can't say that I don't. I have seen a great many things in my short life, Nic. I can only say that it is a wonder humans haven't made themselves extinct, with the silly things they do to each other."
Then again, with out humans, the vampire life wouldn't be nearly as...interesting.
She smiled, then finished off her champagne, a waiter appeared at her elbow and took the sparkling flute from her.
"I hear a band playing. Would you care to dance?"
She'd had just about enough of the art on this particular wall. She'd like to take a look at some of the artifacts, but that could wait until later. It would give her an excuse to mingle.
Nicholae
18 years ago
There it was...all possibly perceived coyness gone, and the confident, slightly cheeky woman was back. Nic was glad. He could deal with both types of women but felt better when faced with a woman of confidence. Odd, he thought, none of the women he'd met in Nachton, had been less than sure of themselves, or at least that was the way they had appeared to him.
And as he pondered that thought a few seconds, his eye caught sight of the contradiction to that notion. On the arm of a sharp looking Asian man, came the woman he'd met at the Piazza some time ago. Her name didn't come to mind...Francis...Phyllis...Felice...no, he couldn't remember that, but he did recall he'd met her with Val.
Ginnie's recollection of some horrors of her own life brought his focus back to her, and he sighed to hear her memories weren't all pleasant. Why had it been so easy for him to forget the bad parts of his life? Why couldn't everyone? Was there any harm in it?
"Maybe it's that silliness that keeps them from becoming extinct. A little foolishness, or frivolity can often relieve a lot of life's tensions, and daily drudges..."
And that was Nic speaking from experience, and probably half an answer to his own question about his memories.
At her invitation to dance, all thoughts beyond having her in his arms vanished, and Nic spun her around to face him. His arm remained around her waist, but he did step back just a bit as he began walking towards the music.
"Perfect! The view now is so much better than the one we just left." His eyes twinkled as he complimented her, and he had to resist the strong urge to pull her close again, and devour her mouth. There was something in Ginnie that prevented him from just outright seducing her, but whatever it was, it wasn't anything that would stop him from thinking along those lines.
Leading her through the throng of people, around the corner at the end of the large hall, Nic was surprised at the number of people dancing in the next room. Seeing an empty spot in the cordoned off area, he moved towards it, and pulled Ginnie close when they reached the area. A rather interesting waltz was playing, a rather dark sound that he wasn't familiar with. But tone of music aside, the rhythm was good for taking a lady in his arms and moving as one as they swayed along.
"Whoever put this affair together did a good job of keeping the theme going. It's kind of strange though, don't you think, to be honoring this man?"
His lips again found the space near her ear, but this time their bodies were pressed close, and he was facing her. He toyed with the idea of 'suggesting' something that might nudge her attentions towards him again, but let the thought go for now. Using old fashioned methods in the art of seduction were fun too, in their way.
And as he pondered that thought a few seconds, his eye caught sight of the contradiction to that notion. On the arm of a sharp looking Asian man, came the woman he'd met at the Piazza some time ago. Her name didn't come to mind...Francis...Phyllis...Felice...no, he couldn't remember that, but he did recall he'd met her with Val.
Ginnie's recollection of some horrors of her own life brought his focus back to her, and he sighed to hear her memories weren't all pleasant. Why had it been so easy for him to forget the bad parts of his life? Why couldn't everyone? Was there any harm in it?
"Maybe it's that silliness that keeps them from becoming extinct. A little foolishness, or frivolity can often relieve a lot of life's tensions, and daily drudges..."
And that was Nic speaking from experience, and probably half an answer to his own question about his memories.
At her invitation to dance, all thoughts beyond having her in his arms vanished, and Nic spun her around to face him. His arm remained around her waist, but he did step back just a bit as he began walking towards the music.
"Perfect! The view now is so much better than the one we just left." His eyes twinkled as he complimented her, and he had to resist the strong urge to pull her close again, and devour her mouth. There was something in Ginnie that prevented him from just outright seducing her, but whatever it was, it wasn't anything that would stop him from thinking along those lines.
Leading her through the throng of people, around the corner at the end of the large hall, Nic was surprised at the number of people dancing in the next room. Seeing an empty spot in the cordoned off area, he moved towards it, and pulled Ginnie close when they reached the area. A rather interesting waltz was playing, a rather dark sound that he wasn't familiar with. But tone of music aside, the rhythm was good for taking a lady in his arms and moving as one as they swayed along.
"Whoever put this affair together did a good job of keeping the theme going. It's kind of strange though, don't you think, to be honoring this man?"
His lips again found the space near her ear, but this time their bodies were pressed close, and he was facing her. He toyed with the idea of 'suggesting' something that might nudge her attentions towards him again, but let the thought go for now. Using old fashioned methods in the art of seduction were fun too, in their way.
Ginnie
18 years ago
Ginnie found herself being swung about, and dragged away. She hadn't expected that, and only her natural grace kept her from taking them both to the ground when her heel caught on something on the floor. Nic had her completely confused. She was certain she'd made it clear that she wasn't interested in him, 'like that,' but he seemed intent on being intimate with her. Maybe he was just one of those touchy feelly types, and she hadn't exactly said, 'sorry buster, I'm taken.'
Guilt crept through her again when Nic's lips touched that sensitive place by her ear. She pulled back from him, so that she could look him in the eye. It brushed him off, with out really rejecting his advances. She let her body move with his, letting the music fill her. It was dark and seductive and fit the mood of the exhibit perfectly. She'd have to find out who was playing and if they had a CD, it would be an interesting addition to her collection, though she didn't know if funk and goth went together all that well.
"Well, from what I understand this place is owned by one of the clans, and we do all tend to have a twisted sense of humor. My guess is it is supposed to be a bit of poking fun at what the humans believe and what is really true. Though personally I love the dracula tales. Stoker wasn't that far off the mark, makes me wonder if he was someone's familiar."
Guilt crept through her again when Nic's lips touched that sensitive place by her ear. She pulled back from him, so that she could look him in the eye. It brushed him off, with out really rejecting his advances. She let her body move with his, letting the music fill her. It was dark and seductive and fit the mood of the exhibit perfectly. She'd have to find out who was playing and if they had a CD, it would be an interesting addition to her collection, though she didn't know if funk and goth went together all that well.
"Well, from what I understand this place is owned by one of the clans, and we do all tend to have a twisted sense of humor. My guess is it is supposed to be a bit of poking fun at what the humans believe and what is really true. Though personally I love the dracula tales. Stoker wasn't that far off the mark, makes me wonder if he was someone's familiar."
Cyrus
18 years ago
Together he and Fallon made their way through the lobby towards the open doors. Speaking briefly to a museum employee he was directed to where Chryseis was last found. Thanking the gentleman politely with a short head bow, Cyrus turned and steared them in the direction given.
"From what I recall, Chrysis is a loner by nature. I have only met her at clan functions infrequently. She is a child of Morrigan's, the Elder of the Rose. It is my understanding that she has been a member of this clan since her turning and is elder than I."
The crowd soon parted enough for him to catch a glimpse of their clanmate. She was speaking to a rather tall couple at the moment, a man in a pinstripe suit and a dark haired woman in slacks. Waiting behind the pair slightly to speak to Chryseis, he wondered who they were once he heard the word clan. Turning his head slightly to look at his mate he arched a brow.
"Should we interupt?"
"From what I recall, Chrysis is a loner by nature. I have only met her at clan functions infrequently. She is a child of Morrigan's, the Elder of the Rose. It is my understanding that she has been a member of this clan since her turning and is elder than I."
The crowd soon parted enough for him to catch a glimpse of their clanmate. She was speaking to a rather tall couple at the moment, a man in a pinstripe suit and a dark haired woman in slacks. Waiting behind the pair slightly to speak to Chryseis, he wondered who they were once he heard the word clan. Turning his head slightly to look at his mate he arched a brow.
"Should we interupt?"
Fallon
18 years ago
Trying to avoid looking at the artwork, Fallon was much happier looking at all the people. She could see she needn't have worried over her dress as much as she had, as there were women there dressed in jeans, and in gowns. The whole gamut of style could be seen in the patrons milling about. But none the less, she was glad she wore what she wore, and felt she could be seen standing alongside Cyrus, and not embarrass anyone.
"Since I didn't get a chance to meet her at the initiation, I'm excited to now."
It never occurred to Fallon that Chryseis hadn't been at the initiation. She assumed all the Anantya had been, though she knew she hadn't formally met them all.
She didn't comment on the age of the woman, nor Cyrus. In her vampiric state, age didn't seem to mean the same as it had when she was human. It really was just a term, that she didn't see defined a person from their world, the way it did the humans.
Walking along, smiling, and looking at the people around her, Fallon didn't notice the object of Cyrus' attention until he spoke, and she first looked to the statuesque woman before them. Though Chryseis really wasn't that much taller than Fallon in her heels, she gave the impression that she was quite a bit so. Fallon tried very hard to look beyond the personas people presented, and not to judge anyone by their first impression but there was something almost intrinsic to this woman that put Fallon on edge.
At Cyrus' words, she turned, and tried to smile, even though she was suddenly very nervous.
"I think..." Her words were not only cut short, but every thought she'd had in her head immediately disappeared. Her eyes widened, and her knees almost buckled, but for the support Cyrus gave her as she clung to his arm.
There, before her, stood the man Fallon had feared more than any other in the world.
Her gasp was successfully cut off as her hand covered her mouth and her eyes flashed back to Cyrus' face. Calling on everything she'd learned over the past few months, both in her vampire life, as well as her cat life, Fallon managed to find something deep inside that allowed her not to faint. Though what little blood she had to spare undoubtedly was pooled at her feet, and her face had surely gone white as snow.
She opened her mouth to speak, but very little came out.
"It's him." She whispered, as her eyes returned to the profile of the man, Panos, who had turned her to the life she now led.
"Since I didn't get a chance to meet her at the initiation, I'm excited to now."
It never occurred to Fallon that Chryseis hadn't been at the initiation. She assumed all the Anantya had been, though she knew she hadn't formally met them all.
She didn't comment on the age of the woman, nor Cyrus. In her vampiric state, age didn't seem to mean the same as it had when she was human. It really was just a term, that she didn't see defined a person from their world, the way it did the humans.
Walking along, smiling, and looking at the people around her, Fallon didn't notice the object of Cyrus' attention until he spoke, and she first looked to the statuesque woman before them. Though Chryseis really wasn't that much taller than Fallon in her heels, she gave the impression that she was quite a bit so. Fallon tried very hard to look beyond the personas people presented, and not to judge anyone by their first impression but there was something almost intrinsic to this woman that put Fallon on edge.
At Cyrus' words, she turned, and tried to smile, even though she was suddenly very nervous.
"I think..." Her words were not only cut short, but every thought she'd had in her head immediately disappeared. Her eyes widened, and her knees almost buckled, but for the support Cyrus gave her as she clung to his arm.
There, before her, stood the man Fallon had feared more than any other in the world.
Her gasp was successfully cut off as her hand covered her mouth and her eyes flashed back to Cyrus' face. Calling on everything she'd learned over the past few months, both in her vampire life, as well as her cat life, Fallon managed to find something deep inside that allowed her not to faint. Though what little blood she had to spare undoubtedly was pooled at her feet, and her face had surely gone white as snow.
She opened her mouth to speak, but very little came out.
"It's him." She whispered, as her eyes returned to the profile of the man, Panos, who had turned her to the life she now led.
Cyrus
18 years ago
At first, Cyrus thought the ghostly kitten had followed them to the museum and disturbed Fallon. Over the years he knew she would become accustomed to the thing so he had patience now for its little impositions. The vague thought that perhaps they should get a few small felines, just so that seeing them was something normal, reared its head again. As Cyrus noted his mate's shocked stare at the man before them his thoughts changed. The whisper confirmed that this man was Panos, her maker.
Eyes suddenly reflective in the light narrowed as he scented his prey before him. Since they were so close it was easy to tell exactly which scent belonged to Panos. It would serve him well should he decide to hunt later. Muscles bunched in anticipation and he barely kept the growl from emerging from his throat. Knowing that they were in public and he had almost decided not to kill her maker was the only thing keeping his violence in check. His right eyelid twitched slightly at the effort expended to not tear Panos' throat out right there.
Turning his gaze to Chryseis and stepping forward slightly, putting himself between Fallon and her maker, he interupted the trio. Manners be damned.
"Good evening Chryseis. Good turn out for you this evening." Instead of offering his arm he gave his clanmate a brief nod instead and then turned his hard gaze to Panos.
Eyes suddenly reflective in the light narrowed as he scented his prey before him. Since they were so close it was easy to tell exactly which scent belonged to Panos. It would serve him well should he decide to hunt later. Muscles bunched in anticipation and he barely kept the growl from emerging from his throat. Knowing that they were in public and he had almost decided not to kill her maker was the only thing keeping his violence in check. His right eyelid twitched slightly at the effort expended to not tear Panos' throat out right there.
Turning his gaze to Chryseis and stepping forward slightly, putting himself between Fallon and her maker, he interupted the trio. Manners be damned.
"Good evening Chryseis. Good turn out for you this evening." Instead of offering his arm he gave his clanmate a brief nod instead and then turned his hard gaze to Panos.
Nicholae
18 years ago
A twisted sense of humor was something Nic never could understand. More often than not, anyone with a sense of humor that bent was close to the edge of insanity, and far from where Nic intended on being. He'd read about too many serial killers and psychopaths over the years to think that anything that twisted could be good.
But he didn't take that idea too serious either...at least not when it came from Ginnie. Though she professed to having had less than pleasant times in her life, he couldn't see her as anyone who would be that deranged, nor anyone who could pretend to be so sane if she were.
It was true he didn't know her well, but still he sensed she had a goodness in her, even it were hidden beneath a few layers of toughness.
"From what you say, can I assume the owner isn't Tacharan? As far as I know Evenhet has no interest in the museum. I don't know all of my clan's holdings but assume I would be aware of this. That leaves the Anantya...any idea who among them might run the place?"
Nic continued to maneuver them around the small space, and didn't give her slight retreat any further thought. She hadn't pulled completely from his arms so he had nothing to complain about. He was a little curious to find out more about the museum's curator, from the standpoint of an esthetic eye only. There were several architectural and design ideas he saw that he felt would do well in his spa idea. He hoped the curator might have information on the original designer, that he might be able to use later.
"Well, I never met Mr. Stoker, but I can tell you that Bela Lugosi was a far cry from his Dracula character. Never have I met a man who was less evil. Poor guy, really got pigeon-holed into that character too. I guess that's one reason I was always quite happy with my lack of notoriety."
While he didn't often talk about his acting days, sometimes it was fun to reminisce. As for that time in his life, though it had been enjoyable, it was just a fraction of what he had been, that made him the man he was today. He did feel sorry for old Bela though, in retrospect more than he had at the time even.
But he didn't take that idea too serious either...at least not when it came from Ginnie. Though she professed to having had less than pleasant times in her life, he couldn't see her as anyone who would be that deranged, nor anyone who could pretend to be so sane if she were.
It was true he didn't know her well, but still he sensed she had a goodness in her, even it were hidden beneath a few layers of toughness.
"From what you say, can I assume the owner isn't Tacharan? As far as I know Evenhet has no interest in the museum. I don't know all of my clan's holdings but assume I would be aware of this. That leaves the Anantya...any idea who among them might run the place?"
Nic continued to maneuver them around the small space, and didn't give her slight retreat any further thought. She hadn't pulled completely from his arms so he had nothing to complain about. He was a little curious to find out more about the museum's curator, from the standpoint of an esthetic eye only. There were several architectural and design ideas he saw that he felt would do well in his spa idea. He hoped the curator might have information on the original designer, that he might be able to use later.
"Well, I never met Mr. Stoker, but I can tell you that Bela Lugosi was a far cry from his Dracula character. Never have I met a man who was less evil. Poor guy, really got pigeon-holed into that character too. I guess that's one reason I was always quite happy with my lack of notoriety."
While he didn't often talk about his acting days, sometimes it was fun to reminisce. As for that time in his life, though it had been enjoyable, it was just a fraction of what he had been, that made him the man he was today. He did feel sorry for old Bela though, in retrospect more than he had at the time even.
Ginnie
18 years ago
"I know as much as you do. I only come here about once a year for openings that tickle my fancy, like this one."
She grinned at his mention of Lugosi. It was then that what he'd said hit her. "You knew Bela Lugosi? Were...are you an actor? What would I have seen you in?"
This was an interesting turn of events, she'd never known any vampire actors, since your face never changed it seemed reckless to put in on film.
She grinned at his mention of Lugosi. It was then that what he'd said hit her. "You knew Bela Lugosi? Were...are you an actor? What would I have seen you in?"
This was an interesting turn of events, she'd never known any vampire actors, since your face never changed it seemed reckless to put in on film.
Chryseis Angelique
18 years ago
Indeed it has,Cyrus, how wonderful of you to join us this evening. Chryseis's gaze drifted to her fellow clan member.
The look in Cyrus eye's was one of malice, and the look on his partners face was pure terror. The poor woman. Chryseis fought to keep the wicked smile that wanted to creep up on her face, at bay.
This must be Fallon, the woman I've heard so much about, from...various sources. She let the end of her sentence drag out.
Tilting her head to the side a small devilish smile spread across her lips.
Welcome to the fold, Fallon. Well! Forgive me for being rude, let me introduce my nephew Panos and his lady friend Alexandra.
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the torture that both parties felt could almost been seen. She was enjoying the discomfort and anger amongst her current companions.
It was times like these that brought some light back into her dreary days.
The look in Cyrus eye's was one of malice, and the look on his partners face was pure terror. The poor woman. Chryseis fought to keep the wicked smile that wanted to creep up on her face, at bay.
This must be Fallon, the woman I've heard so much about, from...various sources. She let the end of her sentence drag out.
Tilting her head to the side a small devilish smile spread across her lips.
Welcome to the fold, Fallon. Well! Forgive me for being rude, let me introduce my nephew Panos and his lady friend Alexandra.
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the torture that both parties felt could almost been seen. She was enjoying the discomfort and anger amongst her current companions.
It was times like these that brought some light back into her dreary days.
Panos Mehalitsenos
18 years ago
A mans voice gave them relief from Chryseis's rightous clan remarks. For some reason though, after his greeting he proceeded to stare Panos down.
'What a odd man." Panos thought to himself.
It was Chryseis's next words that froze him. His name was Cyrus, Cyrus was the name of...
"This must be Fallon, the woman I've heard so much about, from...various sources."
Chryseis, that bitch! She could have warned him! His jaw clenched and he squeezed Alexandra's hand tighter, wishing he was able to sidebar and explain to her who these people were and why it had all of a sudden gotten sour. With dark eyes he turned to face Cyrus, who was blocking him from Fallon.
Hello, Fallon. I did not exspect to see you here. He said rigidly. It was foolish of him really. Why wouldn't clan members attend an event put on by another from their clan?
He stood still as stone, muscles tensed, not knowing what was going to happen next. He felt a little ease with Alexandra by his side, he wasn't alone unlinke being around his unpredictable aunt.
'What a odd man." Panos thought to himself.
It was Chryseis's next words that froze him. His name was Cyrus, Cyrus was the name of...
"This must be Fallon, the woman I've heard so much about, from...various sources."
Chryseis, that bitch! She could have warned him! His jaw clenched and he squeezed Alexandra's hand tighter, wishing he was able to sidebar and explain to her who these people were and why it had all of a sudden gotten sour. With dark eyes he turned to face Cyrus, who was blocking him from Fallon.
Hello, Fallon. I did not exspect to see you here. He said rigidly. It was foolish of him really. Why wouldn't clan members attend an event put on by another from their clan?
He stood still as stone, muscles tensed, not knowing what was going to happen next. He felt a little ease with Alexandra by his side, he wasn't alone unlinke being around his unpredictable aunt.
Alexandra
18 years ago
Alex could feel Pano's body tense beside her as the man and woman were introduced to them, what was wrong, they both looked pretty normal other then the deadglare Cyrus was giving Panos, holding onto his hand she squeezed it gentle letting him know she had his back.
"Nice to meet you both"
Giving the couple a small smile she rubbed little circles on the back of Panos' hand in a gesture to calm him down, something must have happend between him and this Fallon woman, it was clear they knew eachother and it was also clear that Cyrus didn't like that at all, looking at Chryseis she tried to read the other woman, but her expression was blank and not saying anything at all, turning back to the couple she gave them another smile.
"So you're both Anantya too?"
"Nice to meet you both"
Giving the couple a small smile she rubbed little circles on the back of Panos' hand in a gesture to calm him down, something must have happend between him and this Fallon woman, it was clear they knew eachother and it was also clear that Cyrus didn't like that at all, looking at Chryseis she tried to read the other woman, but her expression was blank and not saying anything at all, turning back to the couple she gave them another smile.
"So you're both Anantya too?"
Fallon
18 years ago
Letting Cyrus take care of her was something Fallon did on a regular basis...to an extent. He had saved her sanity on more than one occasion with his level head, and patient rationale. Because of that she often deferred to him without considering otherwise, and immediately following her vision of Panos, it seemed natural to follow that same route.
However, Fallon did not fall apart, nor did she run away from her position behind Cyrus.. She kept her head, and if anything stood taller as she listened to his greeting of Chryseis.
Running into Panos was something Fallon had imagined many times, and her reaction was something she'd even practiced. Unfortunately tonight she hadn't reacted the way she wanted, at first. She fortunately recovered her wits in record time, and was ready to face him now. Moving out from behind Cyrus, she did so. The rest of the words from Chryseis were like white noise, and Fallon would later need to apologize for brusquely ignoring her clan mate. But this meeting with Panos had been long overdue, and Fallon needed to obtain some closure now.
Her eyes bored into Panos, and felt fiery hot with anger. Yes, she could now say that what he had done to her had ultimately given her a wonderful life she could never have imagined. But that still didn't cool the seething heat of hate for the way he had gone about assaulting her. Keeping an arm around Cyrus' waist, Fallon concentrated on keeping her breathing, and nerves stable, and drew on her mate's strength for support. When she spoke, her voice held no indication of fear or nervousness, but was instead polite, level, and only loud enough that it would be heard no further than where their circle ended. She would not create a scene that might reflect badly on Cyrus.
"No, Panos, I doubt you had expected to see me again...ever. Sorry to disappoint you, but as you can see, I survived our...encounter...and in spite of your callous disregard for my welfare, have done very well."
Turning, Fallon smiled at Cyrus, and showed him that she was in control, and not about to cower before her creator. Fallon's arm dropped from Cyrus' waist, and her hand found his, squeezing it firmly.
"You see I found someone willing to explain my new life to me...willing to explain 'the' life to me...and also willing to show me the important things, like...how to survive, for one, and how to love, for another." Her eyes held all the love, and joy, and gratitude she had ever felt, as they spilled into Cyrus' eyes. But she wasn't finished with Panos. Giving the other man a look vacant of emotion, Fallon finished.
" And this is how I came to be here tonight, Panos...healthy, and happier than a person ever has a right to be. All of it in spite of you and your cowardice."
It took Fallon's entire recital, before she realized that there was a fifth person in their group. From the way the woman was standing next to Panos, Fallon had to assume they were connected in some way. But that was the other woman's problem. By mere association, Fallon was unable to consider the dark haired woman beyond the moment. Giving the woman an almost imperceptible nod, Fallon returned the smile, but only half hearted.
She couldn't trust herself to say anything more, and tugging on Cyrus' hand, Fallon had a burning desire to be elsewhere now.
However, Fallon did not fall apart, nor did she run away from her position behind Cyrus.. She kept her head, and if anything stood taller as she listened to his greeting of Chryseis.
Running into Panos was something Fallon had imagined many times, and her reaction was something she'd even practiced. Unfortunately tonight she hadn't reacted the way she wanted, at first. She fortunately recovered her wits in record time, and was ready to face him now. Moving out from behind Cyrus, she did so. The rest of the words from Chryseis were like white noise, and Fallon would later need to apologize for brusquely ignoring her clan mate. But this meeting with Panos had been long overdue, and Fallon needed to obtain some closure now.
Her eyes bored into Panos, and felt fiery hot with anger. Yes, she could now say that what he had done to her had ultimately given her a wonderful life she could never have imagined. But that still didn't cool the seething heat of hate for the way he had gone about assaulting her. Keeping an arm around Cyrus' waist, Fallon concentrated on keeping her breathing, and nerves stable, and drew on her mate's strength for support. When she spoke, her voice held no indication of fear or nervousness, but was instead polite, level, and only loud enough that it would be heard no further than where their circle ended. She would not create a scene that might reflect badly on Cyrus.
"No, Panos, I doubt you had expected to see me again...ever. Sorry to disappoint you, but as you can see, I survived our...encounter...and in spite of your callous disregard for my welfare, have done very well."
Turning, Fallon smiled at Cyrus, and showed him that she was in control, and not about to cower before her creator. Fallon's arm dropped from Cyrus' waist, and her hand found his, squeezing it firmly.
"You see I found someone willing to explain my new life to me...willing to explain 'the' life to me...and also willing to show me the important things, like...how to survive, for one, and how to love, for another." Her eyes held all the love, and joy, and gratitude she had ever felt, as they spilled into Cyrus' eyes. But she wasn't finished with Panos. Giving the other man a look vacant of emotion, Fallon finished.
" And this is how I came to be here tonight, Panos...healthy, and happier than a person ever has a right to be. All of it in spite of you and your cowardice."
It took Fallon's entire recital, before she realized that there was a fifth person in their group. From the way the woman was standing next to Panos, Fallon had to assume they were connected in some way. But that was the other woman's problem. By mere association, Fallon was unable to consider the dark haired woman beyond the moment. Giving the woman an almost imperceptible nod, Fallon returned the smile, but only half hearted.
She couldn't trust herself to say anything more, and tugging on Cyrus' hand, Fallon had a burning desire to be elsewhere now.
Nicholae
18 years ago
Ginnie's sudden interest in Nic came as no surprise, as it was something he's experienced many times over the years. One word having anything to do with Hollywood, or the movie industry, and he abruptly became very captivating. While he used that perk quite a bit back in the day, since he'd been removed now for so long, he'd forgotten the effect it had. He had been away from the camera for so long, and involved in other ventures, that people he met now never seemed to remember him or his films.
"I WAS an actor, many years ago...back in the days of studio contracts, and B movies. I really don't remember how many movies I made, but my career spanned about three decades. I wouldn't expect you to recognize me though. I learned a lot about makeup, and character creation from another chap, Lon Chaney, and that enabled me to sort of 'hide' in the business. I never had the luxury of playing lead, though I was often offered those roles. I couldn't take the chance of earning any kind of notoriety, you know...though it was really difficult sometimes, saying no.
But I loved acting, so much so that as long as I was allowed to stick around, not getting the girl in every movie was bearable." Nic winked at Ginnie, as if teasing, and he was...a bit. But there would always be a part of him that wondered if he hadn't had to hide, just how big would he have made it in Hollywood.
"Sometime, if you're incredibly bored, and I can find a dvd of one of my movies, I'll invite you over, and show you. When you know it's me, you'll be able to recognize me."
The song ended almost on cue with his tale, and Nic released Ginnie.
"Can I get you another champagne?" Nic found himself suddenly a little thirsty himself, and noticed a waiter not more than fifteen feet away with a full tray.
"I WAS an actor, many years ago...back in the days of studio contracts, and B movies. I really don't remember how many movies I made, but my career spanned about three decades. I wouldn't expect you to recognize me though. I learned a lot about makeup, and character creation from another chap, Lon Chaney, and that enabled me to sort of 'hide' in the business. I never had the luxury of playing lead, though I was often offered those roles. I couldn't take the chance of earning any kind of notoriety, you know...though it was really difficult sometimes, saying no.
But I loved acting, so much so that as long as I was allowed to stick around, not getting the girl in every movie was bearable." Nic winked at Ginnie, as if teasing, and he was...a bit. But there would always be a part of him that wondered if he hadn't had to hide, just how big would he have made it in Hollywood.
"Sometime, if you're incredibly bored, and I can find a dvd of one of my movies, I'll invite you over, and show you. When you know it's me, you'll be able to recognize me."
The song ended almost on cue with his tale, and Nic released Ginnie.
"Can I get you another champagne?" Nic found himself suddenly a little thirsty himself, and noticed a waiter not more than fifteen feet away with a full tray.
Alexandra
18 years ago
Alex could feel herself freeze at the words Fallon said.. what the hell.. did Panos turn this woman and leave her for dead? glancing over at him she could see he was feeling VERY uncomfortable around Fallon and Cyrus, looking back at Fallon she untangled her hand from Panos.
He had some explaining to do, turning a person was a serious matter and not to be taken lightly, Alex had never turned anyone just because she felt it was something you only did to a person you felt was important to you and you wanted them with you.. whatever Panos' reasson was.. she was sure this wasn't it.
Giving all the people around her a slight nod she walked away, if Panos wanted to talk to her he would have to come to her, heading back into the exhibtion she took a flute of champagne from one of the passing waiters, twisting the glass between her fingers she studied more of the art, her mind going over all that she had heared.
He had some explaining to do, turning a person was a serious matter and not to be taken lightly, Alex had never turned anyone just because she felt it was something you only did to a person you felt was important to you and you wanted them with you.. whatever Panos' reasson was.. she was sure this wasn't it.
Giving all the people around her a slight nod she walked away, if Panos wanted to talk to her he would have to come to her, heading back into the exhibtion she took a flute of champagne from one of the passing waiters, twisting the glass between her fingers she studied more of the art, her mind going over all that she had heared.
Cyrus
18 years ago
While he was proud of his mate, her every word about Panos' mistreatment of her gnawed at him. The low growl became noticable and he fought to not bare his fangs. They were in public after all. The gentle tug on his arm let him know Fallon was ready to leave. Snearing in disgust at the vampire before him, Cyrus gave their clanswoman a brief nod before turning away.
Together he and Fallon walked into the exhibit. He lead her to an unoccupied corner before crushing her to him in a hug. The act was an attempt to comfort her and prevent him from going back and killing her maker. He was facing a painting that depicted heads left on spikes outside of a castle. Somehow it fit his mood despite the fact that they were not in a slowly smoldering pile.
Not trusting himself to speak he simply held his woman close and rubbed his hands up and down her back.
Together he and Fallon walked into the exhibit. He lead her to an unoccupied corner before crushing her to him in a hug. The act was an attempt to comfort her and prevent him from going back and killing her maker. He was facing a painting that depicted heads left on spikes outside of a castle. Somehow it fit his mood despite the fact that they were not in a slowly smoldering pile.
Not trusting himself to speak he simply held his woman close and rubbed his hands up and down her back.
Fallon
18 years ago
The walk from where they had been standing, to where Cyrus stopped and hugged her, was one of those things Fallon did on auto pilot. Had anyone asked her anything about it later, she'd never be able to tell them how she had moved from one point to the other. It was probably shock that had put her mind into a place where it would be safe for the moment. Even though she had held her own at the time, it was a situation she never would have been able to completely prepare for, and she was now suffering the repercussions. If not for Cyrus' arms around her, she was confident she wouldn't still be standing.
"Oh god, Cyrus...I can't tell you how scared I was back there. All the feelings of that night came back to me with such force...I'm so glad you were there with me..." She involuntarily shuddered in his arms, and wrapped her own around him tighter. "And he just stood there...there wasn't an ounce of remorse in his eyes...how can someone like that be allowed to just walk among people..." Another shudder hit Fallon's body, but this time less intense.
"But what astonishes me even more, is the small part of me that almost thanked him." The shivering had stopped, and Fallon's arms still clung to him, but she managed to lean back enough from him to look into his face.
The mere sight of him instilled even more confidence in Fallon, and before he could respond she kissed him. The kiss wasn't one of desire, but more of affirmation. Cyrus was there, he loved her, he had been her patron when she had needed him to exist, and had stayed when that patronage had grown into love. And as appropriate as it could have been, Cyrus was with her now, when she had needed him most.
The kiss was forceful, but brief, and almost weak with relief now, Fallon rested her cheek on Cyrus' shoulder, but didn't move away.
"It's a strange feeling to hate someone so much, and yet feel like you owe them gratitude...but how could I not want to thank him for helping me get to where I am now? Without Panos, I probably never would have met you, and that's a thought I can't begin to think about...it's just too inconceivable..." Her emotions were raw, and building towards a need for release. To have remained calm and collected during her short denunciation had cost Fallon a lot. Luckily, it was a price that needed to be paid, and that she would soon be glad she had, but that would take a little time.
"Oh god, Cyrus...I can't tell you how scared I was back there. All the feelings of that night came back to me with such force...I'm so glad you were there with me..." She involuntarily shuddered in his arms, and wrapped her own around him tighter. "And he just stood there...there wasn't an ounce of remorse in his eyes...how can someone like that be allowed to just walk among people..." Another shudder hit Fallon's body, but this time less intense.
"But what astonishes me even more, is the small part of me that almost thanked him." The shivering had stopped, and Fallon's arms still clung to him, but she managed to lean back enough from him to look into his face.
The mere sight of him instilled even more confidence in Fallon, and before he could respond she kissed him. The kiss wasn't one of desire, but more of affirmation. Cyrus was there, he loved her, he had been her patron when she had needed him to exist, and had stayed when that patronage had grown into love. And as appropriate as it could have been, Cyrus was with her now, when she had needed him most.
The kiss was forceful, but brief, and almost weak with relief now, Fallon rested her cheek on Cyrus' shoulder, but didn't move away.
"It's a strange feeling to hate someone so much, and yet feel like you owe them gratitude...but how could I not want to thank him for helping me get to where I am now? Without Panos, I probably never would have met you, and that's a thought I can't begin to think about...it's just too inconceivable..." Her emotions were raw, and building towards a need for release. To have remained calm and collected during her short denunciation had cost Fallon a lot. Luckily, it was a price that needed to be paid, and that she would soon be glad she had, but that would take a little time.
Ginnie
18 years ago
It was interesting how only answered part of her questions, though it was good to know that he'd kept himself out of the lime light for the most part. She wondered if she had any of his movies in her collection. It was extensive and had a lot of those B movies, mostly because they made her laugh.
"I'd like that." This would probably be a really good time to tell him she was committed to someone and that they could only be friends, and she opened her mouth to say as much when he inquired about a drink.
"Yes, please."
Nic must have signaled to the waiter because as soon as the words were out of her mouth he was on his way over, and a sparkling glass was put in her hand.
"To...new friends." She lifted her glass and sipped the bubbling wine, it tickled her nose and made her want to laugh. Her toast was a bit of a cop out, but maybe it would open the door to conversation, with out having to be all awkward and say something stupid like, 'Oh Nic I should tell you I have a boyfriend and he's the love of my life. So I can't go have wild monkey sex with you, sorry.' She sighed inwardly at her social ineptness and drank a bit deeper from the flute.
Nicholae;31919
"Sometime, if you're incredibly bored, and I can find a DvD of one of my movies, I'll invite you over, and show you. When you know it's me, you'll be able to recognize me."
"I'd like that." This would probably be a really good time to tell him she was committed to someone and that they could only be friends, and she opened her mouth to say as much when he inquired about a drink.
"Yes, please."
Nic must have signaled to the waiter because as soon as the words were out of her mouth he was on his way over, and a sparkling glass was put in her hand.
"To...new friends." She lifted her glass and sipped the bubbling wine, it tickled her nose and made her want to laugh. Her toast was a bit of a cop out, but maybe it would open the door to conversation, with out having to be all awkward and say something stupid like, 'Oh Nic I should tell you I have a boyfriend and he's the love of my life. So I can't go have wild monkey sex with you, sorry.' She sighed inwardly at her social ineptness and drank a bit deeper from the flute.