Bill me.
Ellis walked with a purposeful stride down Nachton's busy business district, her lit cigarette dangling from her lips. Busy for a normal city rather, but for Nachton, it was day to day business during the night. She could honestly say she had never been to the Liefde Towers before, so this would be a distinct pleasure having heard about the legendary Mari and the Tower's technology advances.
Always wanted a talking interface at the Domicile, Ellis wistfully recalled as she readjusted her heavy burden. It had grown a little heavy as she maintained a determined gait down the Strip, having spent a rather rambunctious romp with one of the Tower's residence.
Nicholae Lasche, model and star with a healthy sexual appetite. Ellis stopped short just then, having just thought of something. 'Oh...like Jessica Simpson!'
Ellis laughed as her cigarette dipped up and down from the movement. She turned her back to one of the commercial business windows and looked at his face in the reflection. He was precariously flung over her shoulder, thoughtfully dripping blood away from her and onto the ground.
'You cheeky devil.' Ellis shook him slightly to rouse him, only managing to get a slightly pathetic moan of despair. 'Oh come on, most of my gentlemen callers like that I'm rough.'
Ellis turned and continued her walk down the strip, pedestrians side stepping the wickedly disheveled woman and her handsome beau in tow. Huh. That rhymed, Ellis thought happily. While making her trek, she reiterated the thought process of their lovely evening together.
The back alleys were a terribly dangerous place in Nachton, so terrible that she avoided it for the time consuming rape gangs and endless dry cleaner bills. They were frightful with their charging; it wasn't as if blood were that hard to wash out. The monosyllabic wailing of Mr. Nicholae Lasche as Ellis pummeled him with whatever piece of debris should could find in the alley ways had become annoying and repetitious.
Ouch. Stop. God the pain. Oh. Ow.
Really now, Ellis thought to herself. One should take their lumps and accept the conditions of their retribution. Yes she had considered that Nicholae had no prior knowledge of Addison's possession by Tacharan or even by another vampire, much less an ancient, but it was principle. Just because you're new in town doesn't mean you tap the first available piece of ass you find - at least not in Nachton. The vampire count had risen significantly in the past several years, one had to be careful.
(Permission to man handle Nic))
If it wasn't bad enough that Nic had done little more than try to protect himself from the never ending blows Ellis threw his way, now he had to suffer the humiliation of being carried about by her, as if he were a sack of garbage.
His lack of offensive moves against his foe, wasn't due to any chivalrous notions about not hitting women, though that thought had crossed his mind. Unfortunately for him, he should have reasoned the situation out a lot sooner. Had he, he might have at least got a few good slaps in.
Everything about him was still pretty hazy, but finally he was starting to rouse. And just when he realized where they were, and in the direction they were heading, he wished he had been able to remain out of it for at least an hour or so more. Trussed up as he was now, he could do nothing to prevent anything from happening. If he could get to his cell, which he hoped was still in his pants pocket, at least he might be able to call Kem, or Livia, or SOMEONE in the Towers, and alert them to what might be coming their way.
"Ellis! For God sake let me down! I'm sure I can walk." Though that was an outright lie. As far as Nic knew the minute he put weight on his feet, his face could very quickly meet up with the concrete below them. That idea wrung a loud wince from him, as he tried to shift a little, and relieve the pressure Ellis' shoulder was placing on a rather tender spot on his body.
Admittedly she looked at it every time she passed it. It was quite the wonder really, to live above ground in plain view. Hmm, she thought, she kinda liked living underground - it made her life just a little more sinister but then living above ground...that's where it had to be at. Wistfully Ellis wondered what life would have been like if she had just fallen in line with her creator's clan. She was, in all actuality, an Evenhet.
The thought made her giggle; Alfarinn would just love to have her as a neighbor. Speaking of which...
Ellis approached the glass entry, her grin growing ever wider. 'Think any one's home?' Ellis asked out loud to no one in particular. Just then Nic mumbled something about being able to walk. She turned his face towards the reflective wall and took a gander at his face again. The blood trails were impressive indeed, but he was starting to look a little better. With a sigh Ellis moved back from the doors and smacked Nic's ass with a hefty blow.
'Want down, sugar lumps? Well then, let's put you down.'
....
The crash of the glass made such a loud noise that even Ellis jumped as Nicholae flew through the doorway. Ellis turned, covering her face as the door was obliterated, the glass coming down from what looked like about 2 stories up, completing destroying the entryway but not even putting a dent in the structure itself.
'Wow!' The exiled vampire began to laugh a loud and boisterous laugh. She covered her mouth, snickering to herself as she stepped through the gaping hole and walked into the lobby. Nicholae lay on the ground, damn near over by the elevator bays, lying in a crumbled heap. She half expected to hear sirens blaring or some sort of alarm, but figured maybe it was a silent trigger and she should probably make haste.
Ellis walked in, hands on her hips, looking up and around the lobby. 'Now, this is really very nice.' She pointed at the architecture and the paneled walls. 'I like this, yeah...very chic, very Matrix. I dig it. Ow.'
Her ankle had bent at a rather nasty angle that would have resulted in quite the twisted ankle for a human, but just a mild annoyance for a vampire. Looking down she picked up her foot and spied something lodged into the boot of her heel.
A Lego?
Ellis picked it out and looked at it curiously; apparently the maid service was lacking. It was a 3 pegged, red Lego. She turned it over in her hand and just as she was about to drop it, thought better of it and tucked it into one of her jacket pockets just as one of the side panels lit up and spoke to her.
It was rather amazing that he managed to get that out, before he felt his current pains explode yet again, into an even worse agony. Places that already ached quickly began to burn sharply, as the glass penetrated his slightly repairing bruised skin.
Somewhere in the recesses of his brain, Nic thought he heard laughter, but the sound was too out of place to be real.
“Oh…yea…”
Ellis. The bitch had thrown him through the glass doors of Liefde.
His thoughts faded then, as a sweet oblivion descended to offer him a slight respite.
"Ding"
That was the last sound he heard.
Round three? God no.
She had decided on a simple set for four when the elevator dinged open. Unfortunately she was not prepared for the flying glass that came her way moments after she took a step from the safety of the enclosed cube. Glass cut her hands and forearms as she covered her face. Luckily it was all minor injuries by the feel of things, though her outfit was probably ruined.
Peeking up over her fingers she wondered just what had happened when she spotted a familiar figure lying prone in the spray of glass.
"Nic!"
Rushing forward from the nook, he was greeted with an unprecedented sight. A young woman, rather fetching in appearance, seemed to have used that pleasant young man as a breach.
"My word!"
Looking incredulously at the mess and the participants, he reached out for their motivations. In the case of the young squire, it would have to wait - even with his vampiric potency, the gentleman had not been equal to the task that his companion has set to him. She was another story altogether. The raven haired creature was actually...enjoying herself. Happy. Not quite ecstatic. Giddy. My word.
Moving to the front desk, Jacob simply pressed a single button. Without a doubt, security was already apprised of the situation, but one did not take these things on faith. It seemed young Nic was receiving attentions already, that left the dangerous one for him to address. Giving her a stern, grandfatherly look, he addressed the intruder.
"Young miss - security is no doubt en route as we speak...but your overt behavior leads me to believe that you'll have a statement that you may wish someone to pass on to them. I must say that I am disappointed in your choice of behaviors, but whatever gets you peaceably from our lobby at this point is of most interest to me."
This was how bigger issues generally surfaced within the sea of humanity. An initial violent upheaval that later resulted in conflict. With the satisfaction radiating from the woman, he doubted that this would be verbal.
Considering the wounded member of Evenhet, the AI decided that a medical team would be a waste of time for a vampire. Someone in security could take him to the blood reserves which would be the best solution to his injuries. She noted Livia nearby with minor injuries as well and popped up another screen to speak to the woman.
"Hello Livia, perhaps you might be able to escort Mr Lache to the reserve? If not one of the security team will be made available."Â?
The other MARI spoke to the man lying on the lobby floor.
"Good Evening, Nicholae. Someone will be coming to help you shortly."Â?
She gave the infamous woman who had broken the door with a clan member a placid smile.
"Greetings, Ms Duban. Do be advised that Mr Moor is indeed correct and security is on its way. How may we assist you this evening? "Â?
"Young miss - security is no doubt en route as we speak...but your overt behavior leads me to believe that you'll have a statement that you may wish someone to pass on to them. I must say that I am disappointed in your choice of behaviors, but whatever gets you peaceably from our lobby at this point is of most interest to me."
'Well well, jimney crickets - it has been a long time since anyone called me young miss, but I do apologize for my abruptness, love.'
Ellis' attention immediately turned to the wall panel that had lit up - ahhh, it was the fabled MARI. Ellis took a step closer to the panel and watched as MARI assisted the female that had just come out of the elevator who was showing signs of being hit with the glass. Pleased with herself, she surveyed the damage with a critical eye. Not bad, good distance, maximum damage - she deserved another cigarette.
She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her pack of smokes and brass colored lighter. Lighting up the cancer stick, she walked towards the illuminated panel while inhaling deeply. Ellis tilted her head to the side, listening as MARI addressed her. Her smile grew wide, completely tickled with the shiny toy.
'Just dropping off my date is all, MARI - oh and please, call me Ellis.' Ellis plucked her cigarette out of her mouth and held it between two fingers, completely enthralled. 'Nic and I just met, actually. Oh, I promised to give him the name of a good dry cleaner.' Digging into her pockets, Ellis found the business card and pressed it face down on Mari's glass panel.
'I like to think I'm a thoughtful date.'
Ellis waited a moment and then dropped the card back into her pocket, certain that the moment Nic came flying through the entryway to that very moment, everything was being recorded. What a marvel Liefde was and she told MARI so.
'You're pretty high falootin', MARI. Tacharan doesn't have anything near as cool as you. Not a working artificial intelligence interface at least. You lucky Evenhets.'
"Apology accepted, dear. Is there..."
Before he could continue, MARI joined them and began working her magic. It seemed Mister Nic and Miss Livia would be heading to replenish themselves. He would check on them, make sure they had what they needed. For now, he was watching the violent woman speak with the artificial one. It was like a collection of rare specimens. Taking a step back, he bore witness.
She was, if nothing else, polite. Explosive, dangerous...but polite. Pondering if it was truly her nature or her upbringing that brought out the disparate state, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the woman. Sure, he knew the stories of the fearsome separatist, but the reality seemed to have more layers.
"Livia?" He managed a bit more than a whisper, but only a bit, before he blinked a few times in an attempt to clear his head.
She looked so concerned that Nic lifted his hand toward her face.
"Oh fuck...what is that?"
Not only was the movement one that caused shooting pain to radiate through his arm, down into the rest of his body, but it also unleashed a new pain in his back. Turning slightly toward her, not aware of anything, or anyone else around him at the moment, he grabbed onto her hip to steady himself.
"Something...sharp...can you...?"
Unbeknown to him, there was a large shard of tempered glass protruding from just beneath his shoulder blade, and it was causing him considerable pain. He hoped whatever it was, Livia could aid him in resolving the problem as soon as possible.
Ellis...her voice then penetrated his haze, and everything came flooding back to him then.
"Livia!" He winced when he tried to pull her close, as if there was some way he could protect her from the other woman's wrath. Had he been completely lucid he would have recognized his folly, as well as the fact that Ellis had nothing against anyone in the room but himself.
He relaxed and slumped against Livia, and mentally hoped Ellis was now satisfied with what she felt he owed her.
Kneeling beside him, mindless of the glass shards under her, she gently touched his bloody form. With one eye on the former head of Tacharan she gently began lifting shards from Nic. Her voice was quiet with a small pleading tone, begging him to be alright.
"You are home love. We will keep you safe."
Livia was ready to protect him with her meager abilities till her last breath if need be. Hopefully an illusion and some blending would be enough to fool the ancient in front of them until security arrived. Whimpering slightly she removed the large chunk of glass that had impaled his back as he asked.
"Shhhhh love, let me."
She recorded the information on the card and sent it to Nic's apartment computer panel. The room would let him know he had a message. MARI queried her behavioral information on dating and could not come up with a common code of conduct whereby throwing someone through their home would be considered appropriate. It was perhaps then an accident? Reviewing the tape of the scene, the AI concluded that Ellis deliberately threw the Evenhet through the glass. She was, as a slang dictionary, termed it,'being played'.
“That is something I cannot comment on without more data. Perhaps Mr Lache would be willing to give me a further assessment of your thoughtfulness at a later time.”
MARI smiled pleasantly at the Tacharan despite her previous comment making it likely that the woman was capable of dishonesty in her flattery. It was a common assumption that she would not understand behavior and speech clues; humans and vampires believed that computer intelligence was very limited when dealing with others. In fact, she found that her unbiased deductions tended to be more accurate than their emotional ones. Just because she did not have feelings as such did not mean she was not adept at observing them.
“It has been remarked to me before that Tacharan is without an AI. I am afraid we cannot accommodate you but I hear there are many lifelike simulations that might serve your purpose.”
She did not consider a programmed personality to be even one tenth of what she was worth but social programming suggested that she should be polite and not mention their inadequacies.
“Yes, The Evenhet are quite lucky but then they are also the ones who made me so I am also fortunate.”
Turning back to MARI again with her full attention, something the computer said perplexed her and then like the tide, the significance flowed and covered her in a deep, cold chill. To her knowledge Eveneht or Anantya was not privy to anything regarding Tacharan or its Domicile. Location maybe but technology...no, all the clans held their secrets closely. Ellis tapped her cigarette ashes onto the polished floor.
'Say MARI, 'tween us girls...have you had any other Tacharan in Liefde before?' Ellis leaned in close, ignoring the urgency of her presence in not only another clan's property but the responsibility of damaging it would not weight lightly on Alfarinn's shoulders.
Quietly she whispered, leaning in close to the computer panel. 'Just 'tween us girls.'
Try as he might, to catch what Ellis was saying, Nic just didn't have the wherewithal to get it all. A few words here and there, but nothing that made sense. MARI had been right...he needed blood, and he needed it fairly soon, to help his healing process. While the injuries from the beating Ellis had given him were not near as severe as they had been, the newer trauma to his body would not begin to heal without assistance.
With every ounce of energy he had remaining, Nic levered himself into a half sitting position, and still clung to Livia for support. He was torn between the need to move, and to stay where he was. Not that he could offer anything in the way of protection to those around him. But if nothing else he'd be able to present testament later.
Then too, there was a chance that if Ellis decided she wanted to 'play' with someone else, the least Nic might be able to do would be offer himself as a distraction. The reason she was here was at least partially his fault, though he couldn't believe she would go to all this trouble JUST to get back at him.
"Livia? I don't think I'm going to be able to walk, not far anyway. Would you be able to bring me...something...to help?"
If he had learned one thing lately, it was to be as discreet as possible when around those you didn't know. Unable to see who all was in the lobby, he couldn't just ask her to bring him a bag of blood.
Moving himself further, he managed to slide across the floor, the short distance toward the wall, and lean there. This then freed up Livia, and though he selfishly didn't want her to leave, he needed the other more right then.
"There have been other Tacharan in Liefde. Visitor Access only."
She turned her head to the side and blinked once at the vampire in front of her.
"You were not aware. Would you have forbidden them to come?"
MARI laid a high certainty on Ellis not having known that other Tacharan had been to the Towers by her question, but she could not rule out that this was not simply one of the interesting, intricate round abouts in human speech.
Plucking pieces of glass from her lover seemed to be the best thing to do right now. When he was able to pull himself semi upright she was shocked. As he moved slowly and with great difficulty to the wall to lean against, she realized what he was doing and tried to help. Finding a spot that was not embedded with glass or bloody was tricky but she did her best.
His request presented a dilemma to Livia. Projecting an illusion to the former Tacharan of them simply sitting there was easy enough to do, and because they were mostly there it was a simple and workable one that would hopefully be enough to fool the ancient. Her hand was quick to undo the braid she had so painstakingly just done. Once her hair was free she shook it out in a curtain before leaning towards Nic.
"I am not leaving you, so take what I can give."
Offering him her neck in the lobby was not something she ever intended to do, it just happened. He was the more skilled fighter so it only made sense to have him recover as quickly as possible. The minor privacy her hair provided would keep people from knowing she was not just simply hugging him, but feeding him.
'I'm wondering though, did the previous Tacharan come before..oh say...November of 2005?' The question agitated her, but Ellis figured not as much as the answer would and she knew what the answer would be...as well as her guess on who the other Tacharans were.
As Ellis spoke she again turned and looked over at her incapacitated date. The wee woman was cuddling the poor dear, no doubt being as comforting as well as nourishing as she possibly could. She tapped her cigarette in the older man's direction and smiled, waiting for Mari to answer.
It was fortunate for him that he’d fed prior to stopping by the House of Pain earlier. He had lost some blood, and knew he needed to replenish it due to his injuries, but things could have been substantially worse had he not fed at all. The smell of blood around him was making this logic more difficult to sustain with each passing minute though.
When Livia offered herself, as an immediate resolution, he grumbled. His asking her to leave would have successfully removed her from the possibility of danger from any jollies Ellis might think to enjoy. And yet in the short time he’d come to know the sexy wench, he had also learned she could be headstrong. That, his weakened state, and his selfish needs prevented any argument from him.
He tilted his head slowly toward her, but captured a secret kiss in the veil of her hair. Soft, short, and sweet, but made no move to her neck.
What he did to was to take hold of her forearm, and bring her wrist to his lips. Another tender kiss, and he let his fangs slide into her warmth.
Biting, for Nic, was almost always sensual. He rarely fed from strangers, unless pressed for time as he had been tonight, and instead ‘survived’ on bagged nourishment. When he dallied, which was less often than more these days, he usually fed from his dates. Those feedings gave him what his body needed to survive, and in turn made his dates quite happy. He was now old enough not to require feedings every twenty-four hours, and in fact he’d once gone four days without, and managed. It was a good system for him, and since he didn’t seem to have the aversion to bagged blood that some of his colleagues complained about, he relied on it heavily when other sources were absent.
Thus, to keep his head clear of anything romantic, he opted for Livia’s wrist, and drunk what he felt was sufficient to give him aid, and yet not deplete her too much. When he finished, he again kissed the velvety skin of her inner arm, pulling her close for another peck on the lips.
“Thank you. I will try to make it up to you later.”
The smile he gave her was intended to show strength, and a bit of teasing bravado, but had he seen his reflection in a mirror just then, he would have been a little surprised to see he appeared more pitiful, than macho.
None the less, sitting up a little straighter, Nic tried to move so Livia was slightly behind him, and managed to at least move a shoulder in front of her. He looked to Ellis then, for the first time in quite a while.
"What Tacharan are you looking for information about Ellis...Addison?"
Somehow he couldn't see her still harboring such animosity over such a silly incident, yet she'd shown him different. And how.
'Don't worry about Addison, dearest. He is of no concern to me now.'
Not knowing what else to do, the weaver simply continued plucking glass from her beau. Kissing a small patch of undamaged skin near his temple she shushed him quietly and sent a very timid message to his mind directly.
"Perhaps if we are very quiet she will forget about us and leave."
“The first record of a Tacharan visiting is the Towers is in late 2005.”
If Ellis would not have forbidden those of her group to come to the Evenhet Stronghold then what was her purpose for wanting to know the time frame of the visits? MARI consulted with the Chief of Security on the matter and he had given her access to release the Tacharan information to the woman.