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The Asylum.
Seeing the nightclub again was a relief of sorts, since for better of for worse, things would be resolved.
The Fledgling was as ready to the final movements of the game with the Voerman sisters as possible: she had time to feed and heal, and Mercurio was more than happy to provide for her other needs, helping her get new clothes, new stompy boots, and an unipack to carry a few essentials.
It felt good to be clean and un-injured again.
The nightclub took her in like an old friend, and for a long moment the vampire immersed herself in the thrum of music and the echoes of the minds around her, all seeking an escape from harsh reality.
Then it was time for business. The barman probably did not hear her question, just waved the fledgling over to the elevators, and she could read on his lips they are waiting for you. No surprises there, she moved to the far corner of the room and took the elevator to the upper floor, exiting into the narrow, short hallway that led to the private chambers of the Voerman sisters.
Without bothering with knocking, she pushed the door open and walked in, to be greeted by... Jeannette. The Ivory Princess, she of the teasing voice, alluring mind and enticing body. "Oh, how odd, I was just having naughty thoughts about you. You made quite an impression earlier. Did you come up just to cheer lonely, little me?"
There was something about the older vampire that made the fledgling pause before answering. "I seek the Dark Daughter, She of Obsidian."
"Therese is out making a show of how well her lips fit on the pants seat of the Camarilla." Jeannette laughed. "Did you happen to find her chastity belt or something?"
"I have a bauble for the Daughter of Darkness." The Fledgling felt again the waves of the Ivory Princess' allure. "I stole it from a spirit."
"Ooh, can I see it?" Jeannette moved closer, a sparkling smile but predator's eyes. The Fledgling found herself divided between handing the pendant over or handing herself over, to be consumed and done with.
The confusion allowed one of her Voices to speak up and steer the conversation to safer waters. Maybe. "Look you may. Only for the hands of your sister." She brought out the silver pendant on its silver chain, the soft light of the room making it glint.
"Ah! It's beautiful." Jeannette cooed in that same bedroom voice, "Like a knight in shining armor... dangling at the end of a noose."
The comparison made the fledgling smile. "Yes! Neck-wrung and armored! The Dark Daughter promised the Worm's release for it."
Jeannette laughed again, shaking head, and her voice dropped a seductive octave. "Oh, did she now? I spend a few nights with Bertram and all of a sudden he's the pox of Santa Monica. Paranoia and Therese have been bedfellows for longer than I can remember." Oh, that smirk on full, bright red lips. "There are nuns that sin more often then her. In fact, she won't even feed unless it's poured into a glass for her. Myself... I like to bite."
"You and me both, White Princess. Can you help me find the Worm?"
"I wish I could do something about it, but Bertram won't believe it's off until he hears Therese say it's off. And as I told you, I'm really not sure where Therese is. However..." She pondered a moment. "I do know something you could do for us in the meantime... something that would make us very grateful, kitten."
The Fledgling held her silence, tilting head at the other vampire, and waited for her to continue.
"You've got my sympathy, really you do. Help me and I can show my appreciation in a lot more creative ways than Therese ever could." Jeannette grinned, "Do you know Gallery Noir, down the street? I happen to know there's a charity event being organized there. Lots of the influential Santa Monicans slithering in for token appearances. But there's one thing they don't know... The whole event's been set up by a Kindred trying to establish their own power clique in our city. And we can't let that happen, can we? So I need some brilliant young upstart to spoil the milk."
The Fledgling would have sighed if drawing breath were a natural reaction for her: more kindred politics. "What need have you, Ivory Princess?"
"I promise this won't take long. Take this knife." The older vampire handed over a sharp blade. "Give the paintings in the gallery a good slashing. Don't get caught and don't turn it into a massacre. And steal the donation box, would you? Every pretty penny dropped in that box is going right into some other Kindred's purse. Buy yourself something velvet."
The Fledgling took the blade, and shrugged; it seemed simple enough, and easy enough. "Slashing is now my existence."
"I'm sure Therese will be thrilled to honor your agreement when you get back. But in the meantime, get to the museum and ruin those paintings, then pay me a visit. I want to hear all about it...."
The Fledgling nodded, ready to leave, but paused at the door to cast a glance back at Jeannette. "I remember sweet things together. But can we enjoy them undead?"
Once again, the ironic smirk, and predator's eyes. "If your inside's anything like your outside, you're anything but dead. We do it like what all suede kittens do... on hands and knees, you lap up the milk of me... and we purr, kitten, like dragonflies buzzing around frog bellies." She moved closer to the younger vampire, walking with a feline step. "Two minds as crazy as ours, and who knows just what might happen?"
The Fledgling stopped there, hand on the doorknob, unsure of what Jeannette was doing: natural allure, or something of the Blood, some strange power of Madness?
"I'm the finger down your spine when all the lights are out. I'm the name on all the men's room walls. When I pout, the whole world tries to make me smile..." continued the Ivory Princess, punctuating her seductive speech with a teasing giggle. "I can tell you and I are going to get along just like fire hoses."
The Neonate tried to dispel some of the tension with humor. "You mean we're both rolled up and twisted?"
It failed.
"No... when we get turned on, there's bound to be flames." Jeannette leaned closer, her breath soft and sweet against the Fledgling's cool skin. "Now hurry up, I can only amuse myself for so long."
The younger vampire found herself being gently but firmly pushed outside, dazed until the click of the door brought her back. Her cold flesh was tingling as if it were still thrumming with life.
She moved to the elevator, in a sudden hurry to please the Ivory Princess.
Seeing the nightclub again was a relief of sorts, since for better of for worse, things would be resolved.
The Fledgling was as ready to the final movements of the game with the Voerman sisters as possible: she had time to feed and heal, and Mercurio was more than happy to provide for her other needs, helping her get new clothes, new stompy boots, and an unipack to carry a few essentials.
It felt good to be clean and un-injured again.
The nightclub took her in like an old friend, and for a long moment the vampire immersed herself in the thrum of music and the echoes of the minds around her, all seeking an escape from harsh reality.
Then it was time for business. The barman probably did not hear her question, just waved the fledgling over to the elevators, and she could read on his lips they are waiting for you. No surprises there, she moved to the far corner of the room and took the elevator to the upper floor, exiting into the narrow, short hallway that led to the private chambers of the Voerman sisters.
Without bothering with knocking, she pushed the door open and walked in, to be greeted by... Jeannette. The Ivory Princess, she of the teasing voice, alluring mind and enticing body. "Oh, how odd, I was just having naughty thoughts about you. You made quite an impression earlier. Did you come up just to cheer lonely, little me?"
There was something about the older vampire that made the fledgling pause before answering. "I seek the Dark Daughter, She of Obsidian."
"Therese is out making a show of how well her lips fit on the pants seat of the Camarilla." Jeannette laughed. "Did you happen to find her chastity belt or something?"
"I have a bauble for the Daughter of Darkness." The Fledgling felt again the waves of the Ivory Princess' allure. "I stole it from a spirit."
"Ooh, can I see it?" Jeannette moved closer, a sparkling smile but predator's eyes. The Fledgling found herself divided between handing the pendant over or handing herself over, to be consumed and done with.
The confusion allowed one of her Voices to speak up and steer the conversation to safer waters. Maybe. "Look you may. Only for the hands of your sister." She brought out the silver pendant on its silver chain, the soft light of the room making it glint.
"Ah! It's beautiful." Jeannette cooed in that same bedroom voice, "Like a knight in shining armor... dangling at the end of a noose."
The comparison made the fledgling smile. "Yes! Neck-wrung and armored! The Dark Daughter promised the Worm's release for it."
Jeannette laughed again, shaking head, and her voice dropped a seductive octave. "Oh, did she now? I spend a few nights with Bertram and all of a sudden he's the pox of Santa Monica. Paranoia and Therese have been bedfellows for longer than I can remember." Oh, that smirk on full, bright red lips. "There are nuns that sin more often then her. In fact, she won't even feed unless it's poured into a glass for her. Myself... I like to bite."
"You and me both, White Princess. Can you help me find the Worm?"
"I wish I could do something about it, but Bertram won't believe it's off until he hears Therese say it's off. And as I told you, I'm really not sure where Therese is. However..." She pondered a moment. "I do know something you could do for us in the meantime... something that would make us very grateful, kitten."
The Fledgling held her silence, tilting head at the other vampire, and waited for her to continue.
"You've got my sympathy, really you do. Help me and I can show my appreciation in a lot more creative ways than Therese ever could." Jeannette grinned, "Do you know Gallery Noir, down the street? I happen to know there's a charity event being organized there. Lots of the influential Santa Monicans slithering in for token appearances. But there's one thing they don't know... The whole event's been set up by a Kindred trying to establish their own power clique in our city. And we can't let that happen, can we? So I need some brilliant young upstart to spoil the milk."
The Fledgling would have sighed if drawing breath were a natural reaction for her: more kindred politics. "What need have you, Ivory Princess?"
"I promise this won't take long. Take this knife." The older vampire handed over a sharp blade. "Give the paintings in the gallery a good slashing. Don't get caught and don't turn it into a massacre. And steal the donation box, would you? Every pretty penny dropped in that box is going right into some other Kindred's purse. Buy yourself something velvet."
The Fledgling took the blade, and shrugged; it seemed simple enough, and easy enough. "Slashing is now my existence."
"I'm sure Therese will be thrilled to honor your agreement when you get back. But in the meantime, get to the museum and ruin those paintings, then pay me a visit. I want to hear all about it...."
The Fledgling nodded, ready to leave, but paused at the door to cast a glance back at Jeannette. "I remember sweet things together. But can we enjoy them undead?"
Once again, the ironic smirk, and predator's eyes. "If your inside's anything like your outside, you're anything but dead. We do it like what all suede kittens do... on hands and knees, you lap up the milk of me... and we purr, kitten, like dragonflies buzzing around frog bellies." She moved closer to the younger vampire, walking with a feline step. "Two minds as crazy as ours, and who knows just what might happen?"
The Fledgling stopped there, hand on the doorknob, unsure of what Jeannette was doing: natural allure, or something of the Blood, some strange power of Madness?
"I'm the finger down your spine when all the lights are out. I'm the name on all the men's room walls. When I pout, the whole world tries to make me smile..." continued the Ivory Princess, punctuating her seductive speech with a teasing giggle. "I can tell you and I are going to get along just like fire hoses."
The Neonate tried to dispel some of the tension with humor. "You mean we're both rolled up and twisted?"
It failed.
"No... when we get turned on, there's bound to be flames." Jeannette leaned closer, her breath soft and sweet against the Fledgling's cool skin. "Now hurry up, I can only amuse myself for so long."
The younger vampire found herself being gently but firmly pushed outside, dazed until the click of the door brought her back. Her cold flesh was tingling as if it were still thrumming with life.
She moved to the elevator, in a sudden hurry to please the Ivory Princess.
