The year is 2020 and Seattle has quickly grown to become one of the vampiric society's finest cities.
The Camarilla rules the city with an iron fist, ensuring the survival of the Kindred, and with it, the
rule of the Masquerade: Their existence must remain a secret to humans, and the Prince of the City sits
at the top of the hierarchy, enforcing the laws of the undead.
The clans of the Camarilla fight for power: It's a game of chess and your next move might determine
the future of all. When push comes to shove, which side will you take - and as a character with the
potential to shift the game, what will your next move be?
SOME RULES ARE UNBREAKABLE
In the past few months, the rate of newly embraced vampires have skyrocketed - most of which has
not been sanctioned by Prince Algernon: The Camarilla have worked day and night trying to track
down the one's responsible, but where one lead ends, another begins. Unable to figure out the culprits
behind the mass-embrace, the Camarilla finds itself caught between trying to restore power and ensuring
that the laws of the Masquerade are not broken - again.
A Blood Hunt has been called, and the Scourge has been sent out - and so the Caitiff are being hunted
down: Nothing but Final Death awaits them.
Calliope had always prided herself in the grace and poise she had spent decades perfecting and it wasn't often something - or someone - could rattle her to the point where she threw all of that out the window. She could feel every muscle in her body tighten as she walked down the stairs leading from her office to the entrance of her club.
He was banned from her club. Had been for quite some time now, but every now and then he came back. Calliope had a feeling it was likely due to the obvious annoyance it caused her: She had never been very good at hiding her anger whenever Cael was around. He seemed like the king of person who took immense pleasure in her suffering.
"Cael." She said, her tone short and clipped as she addressed him. To most, her expression would have come across as passive with no expression showing. But to those who knew here, and to those who knew where to look, they could easily find the small details revealing that she was in fact rather annoyed. Like the small twitch to her right eye.
She had made sure he would be escorted from the entrance to somewhere more private. That way, the dramatics that usually followed his visit wouldn't make her or her club look bad in any way. "I'd tell you it's a nice pleasure, but even I can't make that good of a lie." She offered sourly as she placed both palms against the table before her. It took every ounce of effort not to grip it and throw it at his face. "Pity."
Cael was thirsty, though not his normal thirst for blood, he had a thirst for a more human drink and he was pretty sure he knew where he wanted to go. A certain club who's owner had banned him a long time ago for some reason or another. He didn't really care much about the whole ''banned" thing. He strode into the club, black jeans and a speckled black and white top. He looked like a normal perhaps twenty something, he liked to blend in with a younger crowd usually, made him look less threatening.
However when he walked in he was scooped up, and by humans none the less. He gave a small pout at being led away from the fresh bodies but he had a pretty good idea of where he was being taken. At the confirmation of seeing her though, a wicked smile played on his pale lips, he took a seat and crossed one leg over the other, cocking his head and brushing a hand through his hair, making himself comfortable. "Calli, an absolute delight to see you. It's always nice to know some young vampires can keep their crows feet." He added the last part with an amused chuckle.
"So what do you want with me? I'm just here for a drink." He smiled wryly and folded his hands to rest on his knee, he noticed that she seemed on edge, tense even. Was that all his doing? Of course it was, the wench hated him and he knew it, and he just loved to watch all that cool restraint be tested. For him it was another matter, he got an enjoyment out of her disgust, it was rare for him to find enjoyment these days. "So..My drink? I never understood why you dont just have a ghoul do your grunt work."
Calliope rolled her eyes at his words. While he was much, much older than her, the two were of the same generation and thus equal in strength. If only that hadn’t been the case. “Charming.” she drawled.
“You’re banned from my club. All I want is for you to leave - and stay gone.” There was no reason for her to beat around the bush. Cael already knew. He’d known for a long time. “Some of us don’t need the penis enlargement.” She said coolly, “Most of us are comfortable enough with our existence we don’t need to pretend we’re gods in need of worship.” She clicked her tongue against her teeth. It seemed the older the vampire got, the more complexes they had. Sad, really.
“If you’re in need of a drink, might I suggest the bar down by the docks?” It was notorious for its lack of hygiene and shady clientele. Perfect. Very fitting. Combing her fingers through her blonde strands, Calliope turned her gaze away from the other vampire. The sooner she got him to leave, the better. "Why are you here, Cael? I have no interest in your games, so out with it so we can both be on our way."
Cael chuckled, pushing her buttons was a game to him and one he was quite good at. He got an almost thoughtful look on his face as he seemed to be considering something, He actually almost got a genuine frown on his face as he furrowed his brow. "Oh dear believe me I dont need it, but a little bit of worship from the lesser beings always feels good no matter who you are." He folded his hands on his knee and cocked his head at her. He never understood why a being so powerful and beautiful was such a waste, but it wasn't his problem.
"Come now Calliope. You've barred me from your club for nothing, I'd very much so hate to make a scene over it. You could let me get a drink or two and be on my way instead of attempting this pathetic little revenge act, really a woman your age should know when to grow up." He rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers against his knee. She was always so eccentric with her hate of him, so what if he was a killer, a monster, he was kindred, they were kindred.
"Aren't you bored of this really? We could always pick out a human and share a nice meal and play nice, please note the play I know your delicate little self couldn't manage otherwise." He leaned forward a little bit, that devilish glint in his eye, he knew he was just pissing her off by simply being here, and the more calm and collected he acted the more it would annoy her, it was a fun way to pass the time atleast.
An amused chuckle escaped her as she shook her head, "It's easy to forget that we used to be these lesser beings of yours." She huffed a little at that, but quickly continued, "And the only difference between them and us is that we were in the right-or wrong place at the right time." It was nothing but pure luck that had made them all into Kindred in the first place.
She could feel the annoyance like poison through her body. She could feel its small branches stretching further and further. Muttering a curse in Greek under her breath, Calliope turned to face the blonde male, her arms crossed over her chest. "All I hear is you playing the victim and taking absolutely no responsibility for your own part in things." Shaking her head once more, Calliope clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth.
"I am bored of you, does that count?" She asked, her head tilting in a curious manner. She tipped her index finger against her chin. "As dreadfully awful as that sounds, I think I'm going to have to pass." Calliope took a step toward the door, gesturing towards it. "Now, leave."
Cael rolled his eyes and brought his hands to his face, rubbing his skin in exacerbation and sighing "Calliope you're probably one of the only Kindred I know that give off the whole self hate vibe. Look humans are fragile and easily swayed. Half the time if you gave em a choice they'd want to be just like us. Kindred are superior, it's a fact, not someone just ego stroking." He groaned and stood up, letting his fingers trace the edge of the table. He was starting to get annoyed.
"Playing the... Ok do you want me to be really blunt about this whole thing then?" He folded his arms over his chest, his nails tapping at his arm gently as he cocked his head, if she wanted blunt, he would give her blunt. "You banned me because I did what every kindred did. I ate. I left the mess in your restroom and yes, terrible manners, but you have never exactly been the most warm." His eyes narrowed as he took the cell phone from his pocket, checking the time. A small smirk played on his lips as he looked back to her once more.
He shrugged at her motion of telling him to leave. What could she really do in public, besides he actually had a reason to be here tonight. A ghoul of his was in the building, and he had planned for a little fun time. "And just so I know.. Whats to stop me from joining the rest of the crowd?".
Calliope could probably try to argue with him about the fact, but at the end of the day he was right. While she didn't outright loathe what she was, there was still a part of her that hated the fact that vampires was at the top of the food chain. It seemed like such an abuse of power and she hated it. "That doesn't mean we shouldn't respect them as individuals." She said, shaking her head. She watched him as he rose to his feet: It was rather easy to tell that he'd grown annoyed with her. Good. Maybe that would make him leave.
"We have rules for a reason, Cael - and while you may life however you want, that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, wherever you want. If you want to feed whenever you please, get yourself a ghoul and leave me out of your road towards self-annihilation." Once again, Calliope found herself shaking her head. She was responsible for her club and everything that happened within in. Feeding in such a messy manner could easily be seen as a violation of the Masquerade and while she respected the prince, she didn't exactly want him on her doorstep.
Narrowing her eyes, Calliope could feel the annoyance within turn into a simmer of anger. Stepping closer, the blonde lowered her tone into a hiss. "Need I remind you, Cael, that while you may be much older than I am, we are still of the same generation and as such, of equal strength, but if this comes down to a battle of disciplines, we both know I can do a whole lot more damage to you than you could ever do to me - What are you going to do? Read my thoughts?" She could feel her own power swirl around at the back of her mind. Their powers wouldn't be nearly as effective against each other as it would have been against someone of a higher generation, but that didn't mean she couldn't at the very least make him feel uncomfortable with the illusion of pain.
Stepping as close to him as she could without their faces becoming one, Calliope's lips pulled back, revealing her fangs. "The next time you make a mess like that in my club, I will contact the sheriff myself and have you wiped off this earth so thoroughly no one will even remember your name."
