Post by sophia rosenberg on Dec 28, 2012 21:38:48 GMT -5
She skips the glamor of five-star restaurants - neither she nor the guest will be eating, after all. People will often underestimate the utility of a public library, Sophia thinks. Very rarely does anyone suspect anything shady taking place here, even after seven. It is within everyone’s best interest to keep the peace in a library, after all.
It was a simple matter to reserve a conference room. Sophia had scribbled her request on a pad, and fifteen minutes later, she was sitting in a generic meeting room with chairs, tables, and a whiteboard. It is hardly the ideal rendezvous point for a couple of positively lethal vampires, and that is why Sophia chose it at all. Security is paramount above all else, and there is a very low chance that she will be overheard by anyone other than any guards that the Emperor chooses to bring with him.
Sophia deliberately chooses a seat by the window, keeping an eye out for any external variables. She had already told her sovereign of her plans a few days ago. All that is left to do is wait.
Post by Kol Valerian on Jan 7, 2013 22:45:27 GMT -5
“Give me your wrist, love, if you would be so kind,” he purred, his eyes locked on the young woman’s. As if she had a choice. The poor little sleeper didn’t know what was in store for her when he had requested that she dance with him. Even without his ability to manipulate his hapless victims’ minds, the girl had been far too easy. Kol had learned during his stay in New York that American women—particularly those in bars or clubs—had a weakness for his debonair English accent and his good looks. It took all of the challenge out of hunting. However, after losing track of time as he toyed with his dinner, he was grateful that his meal came easily to him.
Without thinking, the girl offered up her unmarred wrist. Kol gripped her arm in one hand as the fingertips of his other hand trailed lightly along the ticklish skin of her forearm. “Do not make a sound and this will be all over soon,” he added in a whisper before his lips pulled away from his freshly exposed fangs and he bit slowly into the flesh of her wrist. As he’d commanded, the girl didn’t even whimper at the pain of the bite. Having no time to dispose of a body, the V’s Emperor slowly withdrew his fangs from her skin long before she died of blood loss. Making eye contact with her once more, he issued another command. “Forget about me and forget how you were bitten. You were attacked by a dog and now you are going to go home and bandage your wound.”
The girl nodded—perhaps not eagerly, but she was compliant enough. She stood and left the club without another word. A glance at the clock had Kol on his feet and moving for the door himself in order to make it down a few blocks to the library at which Sophia requested he meet her. Granted, he was going to be late but the city’s inhabitants had a phrase for that: Fashionably late. He was the leader of the coven—if it could be called that—so the rest of them could get over or get used to the fact that he failed to arrive at a destination on time.
Even walking through the ghost town of a library, Kol carried himself as the king that he had been destined to be and the Emperor that he was. He had no entourage but he rarely had people designated to follow him. He didn’t need subordinates watching his back when he could do just as well and feel more comfortable without having to suspect the guards at his back of treasonous thoughts. He quickly found the conference room that Death had requested and, without any announcement, he opened the door, found himself a seat, and propped his feet up on the table in a cocky and privileged manner. “As you have requested, love, I am here. What is it that you wish to say?”
Post by sophia rosenberg on Jan 8, 2013 1:45:26 GMT -5
Sophia looks at the Emperor impassively. Fear is not something that is forgiven in an organization that has only just stood on its feet. They do not have the luxuries that come with age. There is only room for progress, not hesitation or blunder.
Regardless, Sophia knows that her insurance does not lie in her position within V, but her origins. At the height of her reputation, she was known to be a slayer of ancients. In truth, the incident had involved more luck of the circumstances than Sophia will ever care to admit, but who would ever believe her? It is likely that the Emperor had accepted her under the knowledge that she is more than a mere victim to be toyed with as he pleases, but like all forms of insurance, there is never a guarentee.
There is even less of a guarentee outside of the organization, Sophia reminds herself. As Death, Sophia has made plenty of enemies that aren't quite her own.
Now is not the time to be having such thoughts, she reminds herself numbly. Sophia ignores the man's cockiness in favor of her own report, the one that she had deemed prudent to practice before arriving at the library today.
"It is good to see you in good health, my Lord." Sophia holds her gaze, but not in any confrontational manner. "I have come to inform you on my progress for the past month. So far, few waker hunters have posed a threat to us. I have already taken care of most who have made it onto our blacklist"
She pulls out a piece of paper with several names under different columns and hands it to the Emperor. Several of V's enemies are crossed out, with a seperate column for wakers and vampires. The waker list is more heavily stained with black lines, but there is certainly a dent in the vampire section. Of course, Amaryllis had been taking care of those, albeit indirectly. Sophia had deemed her more efficient.
Post by Kol Valerian on Jan 12, 2013 1:22:40 GMT -5
Kol found himself in a surprisingly good mood despite the fact that this was a business meeting. Maybe it stemmed from the fact that he’d just fed but the two could be exclusive of one another—though, admittedly, the feeding was more common than the high spirits. His emotional high only made Sophia’s cold responses to him more entertaining but, for the most part, he only allowed an arrogant grin tug the corners of his mouth upward. Perhaps his eyes expressed this amusement, too, though he didn’t dwell on that thought.
“It is good to see you in good health, my Lord.” Her rigid formality was not surprising. Had he been younger, he might have insisted she not use the titles—or perhaps he had it backward and he would insist on not using the titles if he was ancient and cared little for absent dropping of titles. Either way, he wasn’t going to correct her and tell her not to worry about the small formality. Call it an ego boost if you’d like, not that he really needed one, but he was content with the use of the formal, “my Lord.” “I have come to inform you on my progress for the past month. So far, few waker hunters have posed a threat to us. I have already taken care of most who have made it onto our blacklist.”
The lethal vampire briefly perused the list of names and saw that many were, indeed, scratched out. He slid the paper back to her over the table’s surface. “You have done well thus far and you have exceeded expectations.”
Okay, so the last part was a tiny white lie. Truth be told, he hadn’t consciously formed any expectations about how she would succeed in her position as Death. He did, perhaps, consider her for the position because her emotions wouldn’t get in the way. She was stubborn in her persistence to use her detached, devil-may-care professionalism and she was willing to submit to his commands when it came to her actions for V as a whole. When she first began to garner attention among the confederation of young vampires, Kol had made some subtle and some not-so-subtle suggestions with the goal of making her another conquest. When he was met with the same cold stoicism that she afforded everything, he ended his chase and mostly only made the comments in jest simply to see if he could get a rise out of her.
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