The theatre was dark tonight, as lonely as the allies of the city, and yet as comforting as home. Rin sat in a black chair center stage, ebony curtains draped around the darkened stage, adding to the gothic atmosphere. In her slender hands she held a porcelain mask, the image of a butterfly painted on it's face. She looked down upon it quietly, her expression of admiration and thought.

It was old, crumbling slowly at the edges. As Rin looked down upon it she smiled, setting it on the stage floor before standing. She stretched and looked around, her tongue sliding over her glimmering fangs.

The place was definitely different from the places Nyx usually visited. All class, with much less grime. That didn't mean she was impressed though. Not at all. She'd lived in Rome! This was nothing compared to that. The redhead had to admit, even if she hated the people, she loved the architecture. That wasn't something she'd say out loud though. It might ruin her image and all that. It was a funny thought, to be sure.

Why was she here? The coven leader had tracked her newest recruit here. They still had unfinished business, and Nyx wanted to finalize it. After all, she had become rather preoccupied the last time they'd met. The girl had rushed off in a tizzy. Bad tempers seemed to just be flying around these days. Perhaps they needed to be whipped into shape. Nyx would gladly volunteer for that.

Surprisingly, she didn't seem to out of place here. She wore a rather long velvet gown tonight, something she'd had specially made for her. Good dresses were so hard to find in the shops these days. Casting out her senses, she located the girl in the crowd. Moving forward, she displayed such confidence and the like that people moved out of her way without even really noticing what they were doing. It was always interesting to watch when that happened.

Rin wasn't hard to find, and pushing past the people who were already seated, she sat next to the younger vampire. "Hello darling," she said, smiling. "I thought I'd come keep you company."

Rin quirked a brow as she looked to Nyx out of the corner of her eyes. She smiled simply and nodded in greeting. 'Is it customary to hunt down the newest recruits? Or am I just special?' She was joking of course but her voice barely hinted to it.

She crossed her legs as she looked around, the smell of pulsing blood beneathe warm flesh was testing her abilty to control herself. She closed her eyes and combed a hand through her hair. 'So ... I'm guessing we are to help Drake?' Her eyes opened revealing paler optics. 'You two seemed quite attached to one another ...' She raised her hands and clapped lightly. 'Bravo.' She adjusted her red satin dress so it wouldn't wrinkle and looked to the floor. A few seconds of silence passed before she looked back up waiting for an answer.

Nyx smirked at the girl, raising an eyebrow of her own. "Oh, it's customary. I have to make sure that you still want in, that you know the rules, yadda yadda, and other boring things that would all be good for you, and boring for me." It was obvious that she too was amused by the question.

"Yes, we are to help him," agreed Nyx. She ran a hand through her hair. "And yes, I suppose we seemed rather close the last time you saw us together. But he is a fine specimen, wouldn't you agree?" She giggled like she was talking to her best friend, but there was a glint in her eye that wasn't altogether innocent. She wriggled her eyebrows, appearing nothing like the sadist that she clearly was. "Yes, I do believe that he will suit my purposes very well. I've been looking for a new vampire pet. Mortals just are so damn fragile."

Rin laughed softly, 'I'll stop at the local sex shop for you ...' This reminded her fondly of a boyfriend she had when she was seventeen. He loved handcuffs, whips and chains. They never really got around to doing anything, but he loved to tease her with it.

She bent down and picked up her mask setting it in her lap and tenderly caressed the cracked paint with her fingertips. 'You shouldn't have to worry about telling me all the rules and stuff ... I usually am pretty good about things like that.' She smiled some. 'And don't worry I don't plan on overthrowing an Ancient ... or even trying for that matter ... which I'm sure is as far as I'll ever get before I meet an untimely end.' She paused and looked to her quietly pointing to the mask. 'Do you know who this belonged to?'

Nyx winked at her. "Don't worry about it honey, I've got all I need back home." The tone was a joking one, but it was serious enough to suggest that she did indeed have everything she needed at home. Her carefree manner depicted just how much she favored people of her own coven as opposed to people who weren't. Had Rin not been in the Tarepha, Nyx probably would have been toying with her.

Sniffing, Nyx nodded her head in agreement. "Alright then. Saves that talk. I didn't really want to do it anyway. A bunch of BS if you ask me. Members usually follow them, or they don't, end of story." Raising an eyebrow at the girl next to her, she crossed her legs, leaned back and laughed. "That's right, and don't forget it. One thing though... Don't call me an Ancient, or at least not to my face. It makes me sound like one of those bloody Amman members." She looked at Rin seriously. "I don't like them if you couldn't tell."

She looked at the mask. It was pretty, in an old sort of way. "A prima donna?" guessed Nyx. "Whoever it was, I'm betting their dead, or old."

Rin nodded as she traced her fingertips over the design, 'Both.' She sat it gently on her lap and looked to Nyx. 'She was known as the Midnight Butterfly ... A vampire ... who was turned in order to save her father and so many others.' She smiled alittle. 'I always thought she was a bed time story ... but today I found this ... it was her mask.'

She sighed softly and leant back in the chair. 'Theres got to be something better then just sitting here ... it gets boring quite quick ...' She looked at Nyx quickly, 'no offense ... your a breath of fresh air compared to this.'

"Sounds rather poetic," said Nyx with a forced smile. "Too bad all vampires can't have such heroic goals when their turned." Her voice had gone bitter, recalling the details of her own turning. It hadn't been pleasant, and fire still burned within her, knowing that her Sire was still out there somewhere. She should have killed him when she'd had the chance, but she'd surprisingly innocent, even after all the abuse. She couldn't have imagined killing someone. My, how times change. In some small part of her, she hated this Midnight Butterfly for being so damn noble and just accepting the turning. The real experience was quite more traumatizing for the redhead.

"It is rather boring. We should find something to liven the place up with. A game of some sort..." Nyx smiled a devilish smile. It faded suddenly. "But the game I have in mind would take too long, so we'd better choose something else. Meanwhile, why don't we go get a snack?"

Rin laughed softly as she noticed Nyx's forced grin. 'Yeah ... real poetic ... ' She said softly and put the mask away in her purse. She knew Nyx didn't find her softer side appealing, but Nyx had seen the glimpse of darkness within her and she knew it would surface soon. She stood slowly, her eyes glimmering in the dim lighting.

She had wondered what Nyx meant when she mentioned the word game, knowing Nyx it was probably some form of sadistic torture. She trembled slightly with the pleasurable thought and looked to Nyx to answer her question. 'have anything in mind?'

"In fact, I do," said Nyx secretly. "If we started now, we could have it ready to surprise everyone with by the end of the show! What a shock it would make! Screaming, panic, disgust." She sighed though, dropping her head. "Unfortunately, I don't have the things I need to do such a thing. Too bad. It would have been entertaining... for us at least. I doubt the mortal population of this hive would feel the same way. Hell, we might even get some old ladies fainting."

Yes, Nyx was teasing and hinting about things. She wanted to excite the girl, teach her the thrill of it all and show her the real meaning of toture and gore. The girl was young. She needed a teacher for this kind of thing. And her idea? Perfect! Especially for a theatre! Why, the sheer irony of it all was enough to make a grin appear on her face, revealing her fangs. What fun it would have been indeed.

Rin indeed grew ambitious upon listening to Nyx's words. She gave a soft sigh and looked around, 'thats a shame.' She looked at the grin upon her face and couldn't help but smile also. 'Maybe another night ...' She said softly. 'Until then I would like a bite to eat ...' She ran a tongue over her fangs and looked around at the mortal patrons.

"Well then, we'd best go get something," declared Nyx, dropping her booted feet to the ground. Standing up, she grabbed Rin's hand forcing her upwards. "We can't have us girls going hungry, now can we? I thought not." Gripping the girls hand, she started to walk away, pulling the newest member of her coven behind her. There was an excited smile on her face, and she was ready for whatever thrills the menu might bring her. She hoped they were big ones.

She stopped suddenly, catching sight of two men. "What do you think of those two?" she asked, watching them the way a cat would watch a mouse. They were both in their late twenties, and were dressed in very expensive suits and shoes. Even under all the expensive material, one could still tell they were lean and fit. "I wonder how long it would take to make two men like that cry. What do you say we find out?"

Rin almost laughed at the thought, she looked upon them quietly her souless optics glimmering as she nodded . 'I say judging from what I've seen ... not long at all ... though it's always fun when they resist.' Rin watched one silently, her mind boring down on his, he hesitated before slowly meeting her gaze. As she walked away from the crowd he followed like a love sick puppy.

She looked at him quietly over her shoulder, the remaining light reflected in her eyes like that of some wild animals. She gave thoughts of himself being in complete control ... after all that was what most men desired ... power. He finally pulled her back and pressed her against the wall. He kissed her roughly until she started to kiss downwards, nibbling slightly on his neck, then went down more. There was the sound of a zipper, Rin smiled, her fangs shimmering as she bit.

The man gave a cry and looked down at her, 'HEY!' Rin stood up suddenly and jammed what she had bitten off into his throat and kicked him hard against the oppisite wall. There was a sickening crack as his head hit the brick but he remained alive and concious.

Nyx laughed and clapped her hands, gaining the attention of the theatre's other patrons. Some glared, but most just looked at her with startled expressions before shooing their comrades to another part of said theatre. Wiping a blood tear of mirth from her eye, she looked at Rin and winked. With that, she sauntered over to the other who was looking surprised at the abrupt disappearance of his friend.

After a few minutes of talking with him, Nyx led him down the same path Rin had taken. The man let out a cry of alarm at the sight of his friend. Nyx rolled her eyes and caught him, her hand on his head. With a violent twist, the man fell to the ground, the bones of his neck jutting out and pouring blood on the carpet. "You know," remarked Nyx to the body. "You're going to have to pay for that. That's vandalism you know. Tsk tsk." She chuckled and looked up at Rin, taking a dagger from under her dress and twirling it around.

"You ready to have some real fun? We'll need these two, but I want a place more... private... And keep yours alive. That'll be half the fun." The smile on her face could only be described as sadistic.

Rin looked down upon the frightened man and smiled. 'I kinda wanted too.' She struggled to keep from laughing as he grasped what little manhood he had left. She grasped a few peices of mirror that she had accidently shattered when throwing him into the wall and pushed them through the bottom of his boots. He gasped in pain, his chest rising and falling heavily with each agonizing breath.

Rin bent down low so that she could whisper in his ear. 'Walk ...' she commanded. The man whimpered as she forced him to his feet, she looked to Nyx, her expression one of wicked joy. 'Where to?'

Nyx was growing fonder and fonder of this girl every minute. While she was no gory Picasso, she did have talent. Still, Nyx still knew she was the master when it came to sadistic torture, and she would be for a very long time if she had anything to say about it.

"To that private room," said Nyx, pointing to a door down a long corridor. Grabbing the man by the hair, she dragged him to the room, leaving a long trail of crimson blood behind her. Trying the doorknob, she found that it was locked. "Knock knock." She said this in a singsong manner before kicking the door in. Throwing the man on to the couch where he landed with a mighty thump, Nyx gestured Rin inside, before she too jumped on the couch and kissed the corpse. "I'm going to make you a star, Mr. Business-Man. Both of you," she added, looking towards Rin's own prisoner.

She looked to Rin. "Did you know that this room connects to the stage? I'm going to get to play the game after all. Now, I need you to tie him up, preferably standing, though we wouldn't want to injure him too badly. What I'm planning to do might take a while. We might be done in time for the last number."

Rin liked the sound of this, her eyes flashed as she looked to the man and pulled a prop noose from the wall. She kicked one of her pointed heels into his knee, smirking as he fell. Quickly she straddled his back and placed the hoop around his neck pulling back hard to make sure it was tight but not enough to strangle him.

He gagged but she merely jumped up and yanked him back to were he knelt before them on his knees. Rin grasped a handful of his hair and pulled him up slowly.

He was pale now with fright and tears barely leaked from his eyes. She tied the rope around his arms and waist knotting it every so once and a while, then tied the nooses rope around his feet. He watched her silently as she double-knotted and stood, it was obvious she wanted more pain to be derived from him, but she awaited further instructions.

Nyx watched amusedly. She really was learning. "Now," she commanded. "You're going to have to mess up that pretty face of his. It's unfortunate, but necessary. We can't have him telling all our secrets, now can we? No. So it's your job to take out his eyes and his tongue. Not his ears though." This was a very strict command. "You need to leave those on. It'll add to the fun."

Twirling her knife, she looked down at the corpse. "And for you, Mr. Business-Man, I need to see what's underneath your beautiful exterior." She took her knife, and very carefully, she started to cut the skin around his neck. Not the flesh, only the layers of skin. When she'd completed this, she did the same thing, but a long cut down the back of the head. Carefully working the knife under the skin of his face, it wasn't long until she'd taken off all the skin on his head, leavind only the red flesh beneath. The eyeballs stuck out, looking grizzly, as did the teeth that had been revealed when the lips were taken away.

"It's not polite to stare," said Nyx, poking her two fingers into the corpse's eyes. Blood and the black fluid from inside the eye poured down the man's exposed flesh, staining the cushion beneath his head. "Now, for your body." The woman lifted the bloodied knife with a smile.

Rin watched Nyx quietly, a brow quirked with interest. Her gaze went to the guy, her souless eyes glimmering. She bent back taking out the pieces of mirror that she had stuck into his feet and placed them between her fingers so that they resembled claws. Blood remained on the tips, seeing this she laced her tongue along the edge as she stared into his eyes.

She bent over slowly and kissed him gently. 'sorry shoog ... I wanted to enjoy that pretty face before I ruined it.' She raked the shards over his face vertically then again horizontally creating a criss cross pattern. Blood trickled over his face as he screamed in pain. Rin snarled as she dropped all but one shard and stabbed it into one of his eyes, then quickly into the other.

He gave a cry of terrible pain and struggled against his bonds. She took the shard again as she pried open his mouth and slowly cut out his tongue, then sat him up quickly so he wouldn't drown in his own blood.

Nyx smiled happily as she began cutting off the skin of the dead man's body. Screaming was such beautiful music. Who needed Motzart and Beetoven when you had a live prisoner to preform for you? It was cheaper than CDs were, and much cheaper than paying to see a band preform them live. It was so much prettier too, and it filled her with a feeling of deep satisfaction.

Blood was streaming off the man's body in tiny rivers, dropping on to various parts of what looked to be an expensive carpet. Well, too bad for the theatre. They'd just have to have it cleaned. The feel of the knife cutting into the man's flesh was enough to arouse Nyx, and she so desprately wanted a release, but there was none. She gave a quiet moan and slipped the knife further into the man with a violent gesture. It pleased her, but she'd have to find an alternate later tonight.

As soon as all the skin was off, she looked to her assistant. Holding up the mask that was the man's face, she grinned. "Time to dress him darling."

Rin laughed. 'have anything in mind?' She looked around at all the masks that decorated the walls then looked down at the pitiful man's face. It had been ripped to shreads, little tiny peices from the shards of mirror had flaked off into his wounds and now glimmered in the light.

Quietly she watched as his blood trickled down his face down his neck. The man made soft mummering sounds and often twitched but that was it. Rin smiled and looked back to Nyx as she waited instructions.

If possible, the smile on Nyx's face grew, revealing her dangerously long fangs and making her look all the more sinister. That one comment proved just how innocent this one still was. She thought she'd made it perfectly clear what she'd intended to do, but the girl apparently hadn't picked up on it. Pity. She didn't have the kind of creativity that Nyx had thought she would. Still, it was possible that it would come with time. One could only hope.

"I believe, pet, that you have misinterpreted my meaning," said Nyx in a motherly fashion. She moved slowly off the corpse and walked over to where Rin sat with her own conquest. "When I said we had to dress him, I wasn't talking about clothes." Squatting down in front of the now blind and mute man, she grabbed some of his hair and pulled his head forward. With a practiced ease, she slid the skinned face of the man's friend over the victim's head. "Now, doesn't he look so much better with that on. I believe it suits him, but he still has his entire suit to go." There was an unpleasant giggle at the end.

Rin blushed slightly, 'Forgive me ... I've been alittle overrun this week ... I miss the simplest things ...' She stood and pulled her knife from the strap on her thigh beneathe the dress and slipped it under the mans flesh cutting gently away like it was an art. 'Are you sure we'll finish in time?' She asked softly, her eyes wickedly pale as she turned to face Nyx.

She couldn't help but smile as she heard the man's frightened noises.

Nyx waved the comment aside. "Don't worry about it darling." She took the flesh she had cut from the man's corpse and managed to slip it on to the man without him moving too much. It looked positively beautiful. "Besides, I wasn't the queen at games I am now without learning." She stood up, looking around. She needed one more thing. Walking to a desk, she dug around in the drawers until she'd found what she'd been looking for. With a smile, she walked back to the victim.

"Now, this may hurt a bit," she said cheerfully, threading a needle with black thread. With a sudden jerk, she was sewing the mask on to the man.

Rin watched entraced for a moment. Her eyes sparkling with wicked interest, quickly her gaze returned to the corspe as she finished skinning off his top half. She made quick work of it, and was proud. Slowly she peeled the skin off, gazing upon the exposed redness underneathe. It made her slightly hungry just looking at it and totally excited.

Slowly she got up and knelt beside Nyx holding the skin delicatly in her hands.

(ack short ...)

She completed sewing the flesh onto the man's face. Her stiches were small enough that whoever tried to take them out would have a hard job ahead of them. Nyx turned to see Rin there with the 'pants'. Offering the girl a small smile, she said, "I'll hold him down. You slip on the last of his costume." Straddling the man, she pushed him backwards, laughing as pitiful noises came from his throat. How amusing this was.

"After we're done this, you can get a needle and start sewing the rest with me, but with very tiny stiches. Then, we get him ready for his big debut."

((OOC: Mine's short too. x/ ))

Rin pulled on the 'pants' a determined smirk playing upon her lips, the gooey insides of them stuck to the guy making it difficult to pull on. Irritated she gave a growl, pulling gently trying not to rip the skin. A few seconds passed before she made it to his knees then a few more to pull it on the rest of the way.

'Done ...' she said in an exasperated breath. Her gaze went to Nyx and she smiled. 'Time to sew ... though I have to warn you ... I never was any good at it ...' slowly she turned and looked at the guy with his friends face for a mask and laughed softly. 'But now is as good as any time to learn ... atleast I'll enjoy it.'

((OOC: I hope you don't mind me speeding up the proccess a bit...))

Once the sewing had been completely, Nyx stood up and surveyed her work. He was beautiful if she did say so herself. A gleeful smile crossed her face. She could just imagine the looks and screams he'd get. It was so wonderful, she could hardly find words. This was to be one of her better works, especially with her little accomplice beside her. Nyx had to admit, the girl had done well.

Turning to Rin, she said cheerfully, "Now, we must get him to the stage and quickly, if we want to make the final number - which we most definitely do." She grabbed one of the man's arm, yanking him upwards. He gave a cry of pain because of his feet. Rolling her eyes, she yanked him towards the door. "Get the door, would you sweetie?"

(don't mind at all ^.^)

Rin looked upon their work of art a strange thrill of satisfaction tickling her from within. In her mind she could picture the audiences faces, pale expressions, contorted with horrific fear and disgust. At this she gave a delighted, almost childish giggle and raced to open the door.

When she had pulled the door open she aided Nyx in pulling their creation to the stage. She felt a knot of nervousness and excitment in her stomach, quietly her gaze fell upon him and she smiled, noticing how never before she had found something like this so amusing.

So here they were. This was to be fun at its finest. "Hold this, would you honey?" she asked Rin, dumping the man fully on to her. Nyx had no doubt that the girl could hold his weight. She was a vampire after all. There were people milling around, mostly stage hands. She took care of them easily enough. Then, with the ease of an insect, she started to climb the wall, seeming to defy gravity. Coming up on a tiny balcony for the stage managers, she found the hook and pulley that was used for productions where the main character needed to fly. With a tug, she let it drop down, following after it silently.

"Here we go," said Nyx, excitement in her voice. She made a small hole with her knife in the skin shirt, and eased the hook inside. With an excited laugh, she took Rin by the hand and dragged her off stage. With a mighty heave on the rope, the man was up, twirling in the air. "Now, go get the curtains please," asked Nyx, being polite for once.

Rin buckled slightly as Nyx tossed the man on top of her, she could handle the weight, it just caught her off gaurd. Her gaze followed Nyx watching with interest.

Rin coupldn't help but laugh softly as she could hear the excitment within Nyx. It reminded her of a little girl with her toys, almost tipsy with happiness. She had to admit she felt the same way as she watched the man being lifted high above the stage floor.

Quickly she raced to the ropes to pull open the curtains and opened them slowly, not wishing to hasten this moment.

There was silence ... perhaps a few exchanged whisperes as much of the audience tried to decipher what was going on. Rin smiled as she suddenly heard a scream and looked to Nyx.

The screams. The wonderful shrill screams.

Nyx stood at the end of the theatre hidden in the drawn curtains, a sly smile on her face. What beautiful music they made! How beautiful! A laugh that bordered on a cackle errupted from her throat, and she laughed until tears of blood ran down her face. Quietly stealing out of the curtains, she ran to Rin, giving her a sound kiss on the cheek. "You," she said, with a raised eyebrow, "are a very good accomplice." She winked at the girl before turning back to the screaming. "As much as I don't want to, I think we'd better leave. Don't want those pesky police after us, now do we?"

Rin simply kept a wicked smirk upon her now pale face as she listened to the melodious screams. Her gaze would occaisionally rest upon Nyx who obviously was having the time of her eternal life. Her eyes sparkled now with a dangerous passion for what they had just done and her heart beated faster with the pride she now harbored.

She nodded slightly as Nyx came forth, and pulled her coat around her. She felt awkward for being so silent ... but she often was when she was admiring a moment. Her eyes closed as the screams continued and she wished there was a way of recording it. A soft dishearted sigh parted from her lips as she turned heading towards the back entrance that lead into the alley.