A Wilde Halloween|

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Katrina looked Jonas over studying him she saw how he reacted within the crowd Andrius she thought had done it intentionally to provoke them some how or to get a rise out of them. He wouldn’t be very happy with the letter it was a great mixed blessing. A scowl marred her brow as she continued looking at Jonas.

“You cringed when I took your hand before we came in here. You flinched from my touch. And then you had the audacity to watch them as if they were so much meat. You lost that right when you were given to me Jonas.” She toyed with an invisible speck of something on her skirt before she stood.

She felt the fear lance through Jonas as he realized her intent. He began muttering apologies as the fear began creeping into his eyes. He was not like her. He was standard vampire grade. However that made it all the more painful for him. Kat moved with a predatory step she left her clutch in her seat along with her wrap.

She extended a hand out to Jonas’ face to simply caress his cheek, he cringed but knew if he flinched away it would be worse. It didn’t matter to Katrina where they were she would always punish him for any stray thought or thoughtless action. She glided her hand along the side of his face. The flesh beneath the skin changing. Rotting just beneath the skin. Leaving part of his face slightly swollen and looking like over ripe fruit.

She touched a finger across his left eye and heard the rupture of the orb from the pressure it built rotting. Katrina smiled. “You know what I can do Jonas, we have done this many times and yet you never learn. Don’t look. Don’t touch. Don’t flinch. And Don’t cringe from your punishment.” Her voice fairly oozed that warm silk over flesh quality which made what she was doing all the more torturous for Jonas.

She traced a hand around his neck as though she was petting him and caressing him like he was her special toy. She drew on his fear on his terror and she fed. Her eyes began to glow at first it was very faint and soft. And then the more she fed on his fear and she drew more and more of his life from him the brighter her eyes grew. The flesh that disappeared beneath the cravat was heavy with puss and black rot beneath the skin. Easily seen with the naked eye.

She laughed which was like a feather over abused flesh and it caused Jonas to shiver in a not entirely pleasant manor. Katrina finally drew away from Jonas. She returned to her seat and studied her handy work. No ruptures of the skin itself but there was extensive damage beneath into the deeper tissue and Jonas’ pain was glaringly obvious. “ And just imagine Jonas what I would have done had we been home in Detroit. I could hand you over to Mikail right now and he would love you. I am sure that would be delicious punishment for you.”

Katrina sat back now bored she had been idle far to long and Jonas just simply wasn’t a very worthy conversationalist. Especially now that he couldn’t speak while he slowly started healing the damage she had wrought on his body his vocal cords were mush in the back of his throat. She sighed. She didn’t need anything. Her eyes sparkled like emerald fires from the amount she had drunk from him. She closed her eyes wiling the flames away.

Blinking slowly opening her eyes the flames had faded and she had the energy absorbed.

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Letter complete and sent off to Johnny Andrius settled down in front of the monitors watching Katrina and Jonas interact. Their body languages completely at odds with their relative sizes. Andrius watched intently as Katrina spoke to Jonas her hand caressing face like a lovers kiss. Andrius could taste Jonas's fear even through the electronic waves of the monitor. The monster was petrified. Andrius couldn't help but applaud Katrinas ministrations. He was of a mind to outright cheer... until he witnessed the flare of power and the result of her caress.

Katrina was of Morte d'Amour's line. Not only was she of her line she had the dreaded ability to rot others. The damage from such a feat was of course regenerable physically. However the mental scars would require special attention. This added a new dimension. Katrina was horribly dangerous as she didn't have to bite her victim. If matters could be worse, judging by the almost immediate vacuation of the energy released she seemed to gain strength from doing so...

Andrius felt as if he held a tiger by the jaws. Katrina was the true danger and Johnatghan had sent her here. Andrius made an oath to return such a favor to the Master of the Haemon Kiss. Risking a look away from the train wreck that was the interplay between Jonas and Katrina he scanned the crowd for Sion. He could compel the youth to move quickly however with Katrina seemingly freshly fed it was better to allow the Stalking Horse his moment in the sun. Sion was definitely not ready for this level of play yet Andrius hoped that the experiance would strengthen him.

He understood now why his master had quietly hunted the progeny of the Morte d'Amour.This ability while rare was far too volatile to be allowed free reign.Nothing but fire and the rays of Apollo could truly end the dance of those dead. Andrius used the walkietalkie that his employees wore o issue orders to have katrina and Jonas tended to. they would both need blood jonas to strengthen him and Katrina to dampen the low about her. Luckily the club emplyed its fair share of freaks...

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Katrina sighed again. Her flesh held the faint glow that deemed her unnatural. She looked across at Jonas. She didn’t feel pity for him no he was hers to punish as she saw fit. She held a hand out towards him sending the energy back into him in an almost slamming motion forcing it through his body forcing it to mend the damage she had wrought and to replenish what she had taken.

This to was part of the punishment. A ritual they practiced regularly. When he had made transgressions. Slowly the glow faded from her flesh. She had been well fed before arriving here. So with all of this play she had only become slightly parched. Katrina did have a conscience unlike many of her fellow vampires. She did not like to extend her punishments in undo measure. She already held Jonas’ fear. She did not need his terror.

Finally you could see the flesh returning to its normal pallor and fleshiness. Jonas did have mental scars but they were there before he was ever given to her. He was mad to begin with. He was given to her simply because she seemed to be the only one out of the Haemon kiss to be able to control the monster that he was.

After all of this she heard a couple outside the door they knocked. And she bade them to enter. It was a young couple man and woman. She could smell the blood in them. Katrina was very patient. “We were asked to service your needs.” the young man said.

Katrina smiled her display had obviously been seen as she had intended it to. Unlike others of her line she knew restraint. “Thank you. Sir you will take care of Jonas. He is not allowed to have the blood of females. My dear if you have no objection to me I would graciously accept your offer.”

Katrina watched the man approach Jonas. Jonas held a distaste for men in general and took the mans wrist sinking his teeth into the offered limb. After the man had seated himself next to him. She stood and met the girl half way in the room and took her hand in a very gentle caress. She fixed the girls eyes to her own taking her mind only enough to take away the pain of the bite itself. Not to rob her of who she was. She led her to a sofa seating herself and then guiding the girl down next to her.

Katrina took her time. She caressed the girl’s face pushing her hair to the side. The girl turned into her hand much like a purring kitten. Katrina swept aside the girl’s hair placed a kiss at her throat and drew the girl to her. Sinking her teeth carefully into the tender flesh she braced the girl being gentle even in the bite. She took only what she needed no more no less. She felt the girl sigh as she lifted her away sitting her back up after licking the wound.

Katrina held a thumb gently in place applying slight pressure over the punctures as she released the girl’s mind. She smiled. “Thank you, What is your name so I may have a suitable gift delivered here for you, as well as your companion?” Katrina always gave a gift to those whom did not belong to her if they fed her.

[hiero]

Andrius scanned the crowd all in all it was a good turn out. Even as the populace knew that there were actual monsters they flocked to places such as here and cavorted as if there was nothing beneath the bed. Halloween has turned into a bigger holiday than even dare he think it New years eve for the frolicking twenty to thirty somethings. Andrius watched absorbing the shifting emotions of the partygoers. It was a full smorgasbord and it left a bad taste in Andrius' mouth as Sion was taking not just the extra time that Andrisu had mentioned but far too long. Andrius toyed with the idea of punishing him openly bu that would bring his gambit to a premature close. So glancing back at the suite where Kat and Jonas played he had the most devilish of ideas.

Smiling as he stepped out of the shadows near the suite where his instrument of instruction played he waited just long enough for Sion to have made it to the office. He stepped inside fixing the scene firmly in his mind as to what Sion was to do. Sion was to head into Vis and setup a position befitting his title while Andrius escorted first Jonas then Katrina to have an audience with him. He shot the images and instructions to Sion with enough force to leave a bruise. He could easily punish Sion himself yet that would teach nothing. what he hadn't informed Sion was that Jonas would need subdueing if left to his own devices. Nothing strengthens like the gauntlet. he was sure that in the few minutes that it would take to retreive Katrina that Jonas couldn't cause too much damage. Just enough where sion would know how he needed Andrius and what have you. It was a gamble but a small one all things being considerd.

As much as he could he liked to punish via instructting those that might one day be a force to be reckoned with. Most Masters let alone Soudre de Sangs would find his methodologies alternative to say the least. They found his methods kind and a good deal generous. Andrius knew that the only resaon that he was so was to eventually hurt the council. Young strong Vampires only had one way to go while so too did the council. The difference was in how fast the two disparate groups could reach their end run...

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Sion steadied himself in the ample chest of the freak who'd taken his distraction as a sign of interest. It couldn't have been more untrue yet Sion was thankful for the womans girth and strength as Andrius's summons had all the subtlety of a baseball bat to the head. First he tells him to wait then he tells him to hurry the old guy was definitely in need of a communication course. Sion made his exit from the adoring public that loved him because of who he was supposed to be. He was conflicted Andrius had given him this role and he was thankful but was there a way he could actually fill the tall order of Master without Andrius. He'd been thinking on how to seize some measure of power for himself. He knew it wouldn't be much in the face of those like Andrius but every little bit helped. He was after all the recognized Master of the city. Andrius was merely the humanservant as far as the rest of the world was concerned. While Andrius could crush him he really couldn't stop him without bringing the whole council down on his head. The idea was a tantalizing one. Sion knew that it was just a foolish dream in response to Andrius's heavy-handed tactics. Yet, it did warm that rebellious streak that rested at the base of his being. Smiling Sion mad ehis way to the office. As he expected Andrius was no where to be found. He replayed the images and orders that Andrius had sent him. Sion watched the monitors while the embers of rage were stoked. Andrius had shown him quite a bit and none of it were pretty. Sion sat catching his nonexistant breath counting to one hundred. He was sure that the oreders were just that yet he looked towards the door weighing how far he could make it before Andrius of one of his progeny would bring him back to be slowly punished.

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Katrina stroked the girls hair. She smiled serenely as the girl spoke softly. “Carla my name is Carla Ma’am, He is Mathis.” The girl smiled. As Katrina spoke Jonas finished his feeding. “Thank you Carla for your services tonight.” She pulled a small card out of her clutch. It was simple business card with only the letter K and a phone number on it. “Feel free to call on me again my dear.”

Katrina stood and walked to Jonas. She didn’t touch him. She instead looked at Mathis’ bloody wrist. “Heal him Jonas. You intentionally shredded his wrist.” She received a glare that was fairly unkind. Jonas took back Mathis’ wrist and you could feel the pressure build in the room like a heavy weight. Mathis hadn’t cried out during Jonas’ feeding she held him in high esteem for that.

The flesh of Mathis’ wrist slowly re-knit itself. There were very faint scars. And a few still the red angry look of fresh scratches. “Mathis, Thank you for your services I shall make sure you are not called upon for Jonas’ pleasure again.” Mathis simply nodded apparently he knew when to keep his mouth shut. Suddenly the weight in the room lifted when Jonas released Mathis’ wrist. Jonas stared at Katrina with an emotion akin to murder in his eyes. Katrina smiled to Mathis and to Carla. “Thank you both we are no longer in need of you. You may go.”

Katrina waited until the door clicked behind them before she rounded on Jonas using her training to slam him into a wall and to hold him there. Jonas glared at her all the more. He may be mad but he had a strong mind. “You will one day be alone and weak Katrina and I will be there waiting to torture you as you have tortured me.” He laughed from between pink tinged teeth.

Katrina tightened her grip. “You will never have such a chance Jonas, you are to weak to ever be able to raise a hand to me.” She said it so sweetly next to his ear one would almost think they were doing something else instead of her physically threatening him. Her face was still the smile. As she turned and stepped away from him. She retrieved her clutch from where she had left it after her feeding with Carla and reconnected the white gold bracelet around her wrist.

“Remember Jonas. I control the scissors and it is my choice to cut the thread of your life or not. So you may wish to not provoke me.” She straightened herself correcting any untidiness in her clothing and in her demeanor.

Jonas was livid you could see the restrained violence in his eyes. She would have to make sure he doesn’t encounter a woman on her own tonight. However he is just as likely right now to attack a man. She sighed inwardly Jonas was becoming such a chore.

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Sion didn't like tghe feel of he plan that Andrius was concocting. He didn't have any true combat experience so being alone with an ancient viscious beast even in public was cutting a little close to the bone. If he was beaten to a pulp no amount of illusion would be sufficient to keep Andrius's little ruse intact. Nope sion didn't like thi plan at all. he understood that the two new vampires were a forward gaurd to the Haemon Kiss annexing Chicago. He understood thatthey had to show some measure of strength but this was a bit risky. Ever one to protect his own hide Sion cast a full illusion over the area of Vis where he was to have taken up residence. he then satand waitedon what was to come.

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Overhearing the tumult inside the suite as well as swimming in the shifting emotions Andrius chose his moment of entrance. Smiling as obseqiuosly as possible Andrius slithered into the room doing his impression of a sycophantic underling. He was relishing the act quite a bit much. But nevermore so than when it might appear that things would fall into place so seemlessly.

Clearing his throat to announce his presence he addressed Jonas. "Mister Jonas the Master of the City would like to greet you first as place hear in the city is by far the most tenuous. If you will follow me; I will eescort you to where he would like you." Andrius backed to the doorpushing it open with his foot. He knew that Jonas as muscle even unwilling muscle would balk at leaving his charge unattended. He had accounted for asmuch and pushed the outer edges of comfort inward washing the room in the feel of safety as strong as those from the womb.

Andrius had prepared a convinving spiel to sway Jonas and Katrina but the words evaporated on his lips. He'd felt sionpush the outer edges of his abilities. Andrius felt like a proud papa watching his child take their first step. Which was a greatthig but imagine the same father as his child took their first step ib a tightrope. Sions actions could cost chicago its standing as an offial house firts however has more importantly he has disobeyed Andrius. That was unacceptable. Especially as he couldn't seem weak or afraid as the Master of the City yet here he was hiding from two not so ancient Vampires . Drat damn and bothered in a bathtub...

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Katrina actually smiled it was a natural one something that was extremely rare. As she was looking at Jonas. This would give her just the opportunity she needed to rid herself of the cretin. “Jonas it’s alright go ahead and go. I have ways of entertaining myself as you know.” She turned and seated herself on the sofa. And began to examine her hands.

Jonas, looked from Katrina to Andrius. “No.” Was all he started to say. “It is more important that Katrina see him rather than myself. I hold no power in the Kiss in Detroit. Thus I have not the status to directly interact with the master of the city in such a way. Nor do I have any motives beyond Detroit. I am here to make sure Katrina remains unharmed. And that is the extent of my services.”

Katrina gave an exasperated sigh. Jonas really was going to do his job. She didn’t blame him of course. He would be shuffled into a cross wrapped coffin before he ever made it back to Detroit if he neglected his duties in anyway. She felt the feeling of comfort in the room and looked at Andrius.

“Perhaps an accord could be reached Sir. Considering it is a breech of protocol to separate me from my guard prior to meeting the master, even if it is to meet the master. Without my protection we can not ensure your people will not seek to harm me or influence me in any way. And my Master would be very irate if Jonas was to leave me. I however have no personal objections minus the fact that, I know Jonas and if provoked he is more than likely to loose his head in the situation so it may actually be unwise in general to have him seen first.”

Katrina had been passively examining her hands and her nails through her entire statement.

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Andrius lowered his gaze. Not as a sign of humility though that would be the common perception. he lowered his gaze to eep the mirth if his present stance from twinkling about the roomlike the northern lights. Katrina had inadvertently provided the perfect reason for Jonas togreet the Master himself.

Clearing his throat of an imagined blockage Andrius spoke. It was a strain to fill his voice with the staggering uneven diction of a normal human yet he was sure he'd managed to allow none of the preternatural silkeness to infect his voice.

"My dear lady I don't mean to presume to know the inner workings of your mind or suppositions about your safety. allow me to convey the masters intent to either see you safely home or welcomed fully to his Kiss as another member of his extended family."

Pausing toallow thetruthof his words to settle over the room Andrius looked to Jonas who'd taken on the calmof someone who was prepared to be pried from the place where he'd rooted himself.

"As for you sir... I can assure you that the Master would speak to you. Alone and know your limits before extending the basic courtesies as your services are superflously hazardous. I would venture that the Master might offer you asafe passage home versus have you remain."

Looking at Jonas as the idea of a nights freedom caught fire. He was torn as he was sure that somewhere in the offer was trap. Dealing with most vampires let alone the master of a city that of course was to be expected.

"I can't assure you of what the master may require I can speak freely in regard that you having need of a bodyguard no matter how skille dis taken as a slight as he is more than capable of protecting all those who come honestly to him and accept him as their master. But maybe that is not your intent so forgive me for misspeaking."

Andrius allowed his gaze to bore into Jonas "What ever your decision I am sure that he will take your refusal as a challenge to his authority..."

Andrius allowed the weight of hias anger to creep across the entire club. Instead of settling over the crowd it coalesced into a dark cloud over Sion. Resting on a thread finer than the spiders web that held Damocles fate it hovered over Sion awaiting his rectification of his actions. Andrius did not approve though he commended him on his quick thinking. Looking from Katrina to Jonas Andrius waited on their decision...