Title: Family Meeting.
Gabriel - November 15, 2004 02:06 AM (GMT)
The sounds of people shifting chairs bounced off the walls of the resturant. Mortals laughing and joking. Small talk between bosses and coworkers. Even a few married men and women taking out their extra lovers in secret. How entertaining this world could be when you looked at it from the sidelines.
However today wasn't a day on jokes for Gabriel. Someone had slipped an invitation into the dirt above his grave. It told the place and time of meeting. He was still curious of why the person had choosen a resturant after all vampires didn't need to eat. The most surprising event of the evening was that the table was under the name Lanuros.
Gabriel's eyes passed over another crowd of people in search of the one who had invited him to this place. Someone which knew his last name. Which was slightly stange since he told few his name.
Mitchifer walked into the resturant slowly. A grin spread across his face as he walked closer to the table which his brother sat at. The funny thing to Mitchifer was that Gabriel thought he was dead. He passed through a group of people before ending up at the table.
He sat down without a word. He smirked at his brothers shocked yet confused face. "What brother have you seen a ghost or something? I thought you'd enjoy coming to a place full of mortals after all you love them so much maybe this would remind you of when you were one?"
"Mitchifer. I don't know how your still alive and at this point I do not care. Why did you want to meet me here." He snarled at his brother. His fangs nearly showing. His rage was clear now that he saw his long lost brother who he had assumed died at a ripe age as a mortal.
"Oh I'm sure that your mind is jumping with questions. Well I'm not here to answer them. Now as to why I brought you here. I wanted to point out all of your mortal friends." He grinned and turned in his seat. Pointing two a middle aged woman and a younger man.
"You see that lady there? She is cheating on her husband and with a highschool student at that. The boy has a girlfriend but the lady is blackmailing him to have sex with him." He laughed a little. "But your prying mind already knew that didn't it?"
He turned yet again looking over at a old man and a middle aged couple. "That couple took their father out to dinner. Isn't that sweet? Oh did I forget to mention that the couple is only doing it to suck up so when he dies he'll give them a large cut of his money into his will."
"I'm leaving." Gabriel stood up pushing through a larger crowd of people leaving a few people on the ground by mistake. He then headed to the back of the resturant and out a fire exit.
"Oh yes I think we should leave." Mitchifer followed closly behind Gabriel and cut him off in the alley behind the resturant. He smiled. "What can you not accept the truth. Your brother is alive and the mortals you try to protect are larger sinners then Nyx. Oh yes I know of your little enemy. By the way she is very attractive." His brother pushed past him walking down the alley. "Oh I thought you should know. I joined her coven."
Gabriel stopped dead in his tracks. "You what?" He turned towards Mitchifer. "If you know I hate her then you also know she is the main reason that our desendent is dead. How could you do that to me? She won't let you out now that you're in." He clentched his fist tightly.
"Oh yes I know but I don't plan on quiting. As for OUR Decendent I would like to point out that he was yours! You left me to care for our parents so I couldn't have children! So when it comes to OUR stuff we share nothing other then our perants and as far as I go I don't even feel that you share them with me." He crossed his arms. "You disgraced us Gabriel. Your a disgrace to our entire family line."
Nafretiri - November 16, 2004 04:35 AM (GMT)
Nafretiri had once again decided to reinvent herself, or rather, revert. She'd gotten enlightened, and tried to help out, but all that it had caused was more grief. From now on, she was back to being the cold guardian on the wasteland of eternity. No being would ever hurt her again. To open your heart was to invite the anguish of others unto yourself. Those were crosses she was never meant to bear. She was never meant to bear any of this, and yet she continued through her neverending existence.
She wore a black peacoat today, belt tied tightly around her waist, showing off curves that no man would ever be allowed to touch. Her legs were covered by sleek brown trousers, and sharp stilletos adorned her feet. The black wig she wore was piled neatly on her head in a pattern unfathomable to even herself. Black kohl outlined her already dark eyes, and her steps were regular through the cold expanse of the night.
Stopping in front of an Italian restaurant, the Ancient decided to go in. Mortal food could not be ingested by her organs, but she could drink small amounts of wine. She'd made a reservation the week prior, simply to watch the mortals go by with their seemingly insignificant lives. The Maitre D' was nice enough. He led her to a small table near the back, shrouded in the shadows created by the glittering candlelight. She removed her coat, revealing a peasant top underneath, complete with bell sleeves. She ordered the wine of the day, and waited patiently, her knowing eyes taking every crumb of food that the mortals ate.
That was when she sensed the power.
It was Gabriel. She knew his power aura anywhere. How could she forget it after he'd nearly killed her while she'd been trying to save Drew? A bubble of resentment burst in her, and she fingered the area on her abdomen where she had been impaled with the Tarepha leader's sharp silver knife. Drawing a hitched breath, she scoured the restaurant for the offending being, finding him halfway across, having a reunion with his brother.
It would be rude not to go and say hello, so carefully sliding out of her chair with all the grace of a socialite, she was thankful for the soothing weight of her sais attatched at each ankle. Her steps were slow, measured, and she hid her aura from him, lest she ruin the surprise. Approaching him from behind, she stopped just out of his view.
"Hello Gabriel."
Gabriel - November 16, 2004 04:52 AM (GMT)
He felt as though his body had frozen. Every inch of his body burned in pain and surprise as he heard her voice. Shivers rushed down his spine and he knew jumped from his skin. He did however manage to jump in the other direction closer to Mitchifer. Gabriel and Mitchifer may have hated eachother but he knew that Mitchifer woudn't let Gabriel be killed for no reason unless it was by his hands.
"N-N-Nafretiri?" His voiced was covered in fear. Like a dying man's last words he could barely even think now. His entire body was screaming for him to run. Maybe he would have a fighting chance at running? Who was he kidding. He knew her. She could kill him at a glance. "Wh-what a surprise."
"Isn't that the woman I met before?" He tilted his head slightly remenbering the night when he met Nafretiri the first time. If you could call that a meeting. Her power hit him and shivers ran down his spine aswell. If she was strong enough to make his brother cower in fear then she must have been quite powerful. "Her name is Nafretiri? She seems strong." He took a step back with his brother. These two seemed to have some sort of history. "For god's sake brother please tell me you ended on good terms with her?"
Nafretiri - November 16, 2004 05:08 AM (GMT)
"A surprise indeed," said Nafretiri, not sounding at all deadly or angry, but instead like a distant acquaintances. She held her hands in front of her, and her gaze was solely on Gabriel, like she meant to bore a hole in his very soul with her stare. Perhaps it was a power she had not yet come into. How very interesting that would be. To see him burn from the inside out. Without any outwards signs, she cleared those thoughts away. Those were exactly the kind of ideas that brought Sekhmet about.... Although, she wasn't entirely sure she didn't want her alter ego to come out and play with the traitor.
In one moment, she could kill him. He could be dead before he'd even have time to utter a single syllable from those treacherous lips of his. She lowered herself with all the grace of nobility in times gone past, sitting directly across from Gabriel and his brother. "Come, come Gabriel. Why do you cower so? After all, we're old friends." The last word was stressed and her gaze intensified, glaring a slight bit.
Her face cocked to Mitchifer. "If you have something to say about me, I would rather you say it to my face. My name is indeed Nafretiri, and I am of the oldest in this city, and perhaps even the world." She brushed some hair out of her face, and rested her head on her hands. "I am strong. I've hidden most of my power. However, you're brother didn't seem all that terrified of me the last time we met." She looked at Gabriel, cold and calculating.
Hearing Mitchifer's comment to his brother, Nafretiri gave a small, albeit bitter laugh. "He has not told you? Oh, then allow me." She placed her hands in her lap. "I offered Gabriel my protection, and he entrusted his descendant into my care. One night, we were attacked. I was wounded, almost fataly with a knife. I had lost almost all my blood and nourishment in one second, and yet I crawled to Drew, and offered him my wrist to try and sustain his life." She cocked her head and stared at Gabriel, anger smoldering in her eyes, making them seem like obsidian voids. "That's where you come in, isn't it Gabriel?" Turning to Mitchifer, she continued, "He found us there, and accused me of betraying him. He killed Drew, and left me to die." Her voice lowered to an angry whisper. "But as you can see, I'm far from perishing."
Gabriel - November 16, 2004 05:22 AM (GMT)
Mitchifer looked on at Gabriel. "I was told Nyx killed him. You not only betray your heir by killing him but then you lie to your own flesh and blood?" It was becoming more and more clear as to how differntly these two saw life. "Gabriel would you have me killed to save your own flesh? Have you truly become such a coward as to leave this woman to die!? What happened to my brother to change him so much from how he was raised?"
Gabriel hung his head in shame. His frail form still shaking with fear as he took yet another step backwards. He could feel the stare which she had placed on him and he knew that it was only a matter of time before she decided to kill him. He would have to choose his words carefully. He didn't plan nor wish on dying here. He looked up slightly his eyes still cast down at her feet. "I'm-I'm sorry Nafretiri." He couldn't see a reason for her to take that in a threatening way. Though he did have a way of over looking details sometimes.
"No brother of course I wouldn't. You don't know the entire story. I havn't betrayed our family. I did not know what was going on. I was filled with rage." His words were mixed and confused as he spoke to his brother. "Please forgive me I beg of you!"
"You were to confused to notice her wound? To confused to sense her honesty? How could you turn on your kin? How did you decide upon this decision?" He was more confused then ever now. Was this woman telling the truth? "Why should I forgive you? You have done nothing to me. Beg not for my forgivness but for hers. She is the one you betrayed. Not I."
Nafretiri - November 16, 2004 11:45 PM (GMT)
She reached out and softly put a hand on Mitchifer's arm. It was not the soothing hand that you would give to a friend in grievance; it was one from an elder to a seemingly child being that usually caused the latter to still. "I shall not place all the blame on him. It was indeed the Tarepha leader Nyx who attacked us, and she who fatally wounded Drew Lanorus, but had Gabriel not finished him off so completely, he may have had a chance as one of us. Therefore, it is not entirely Gabriel's fault, but neither is it entirely Nyx's."
Dark eyes swiveled on Gabriel. As well as anger, there was a great sadness of someone who'd endured too much for far too long, and was sick of it. Her hand dropped from Mitchifer's side. "Gabriel... I do not think that an apology is enough at this point. The last man who left me to die in such a way was my sire," Her voice darkened, "and you know what I did to him." There were many insinuations on this last sentence, and Nafretiri did not elaborate, instead letting the imagination provide all the details that she herself would not utter. Seeing Gabriel move backwards, she veiled the minds of others, and pulled an unoccupied chair up from behind Gabriel with her mind, also using it to make him sit in this chair and bring him closer.
"Tell me of your ailments," she said, and it was not all harsh. "Tell me how you could be confused when things were so blantantly obvious; when you saw the blood from my wounds; when I told you what had happened, and when I had promised to protect him with my entire being." Her voice was racked with emotion. Her eyes flashed in a way that anyone who was familiar with her knew not to be Nafretiri, but her counterpart.
Sekhmet.
Gabriel - November 17, 2004 02:25 AM (GMT)
Gabriel's eyes widened in fear. He began to stammer as he tried to go backwards. "Please, show me mercy. I was angry. I did not see correctly. I just saw you laying next to Drew and I saw blood. I did not know what was happening I didn't listen. I didn't want to listen. I thought you had betrayed me." His face looked like a rat before it was killed. Never before had he needed to fear death before. He always had someone to protect him.
"Brother! Help me. You know me better then anyway. You are my flesh and blood. You said that you would come whenever I needed you. I need you now. Please don't let her kill me! Protect me. She must be mad. Why would I take the life of my decendent? Why would I do something so foolish!?"
"Why should I help you. You stole my mortal life when you left me to care for our perants. You have forsaken me in the past. Why should I trust you now? You will only betray me if it will save your skin. I may dislike people but I make it clear that I do and I dislike them constantly not just when it may save my life. Anything she does to you would be too good for you. I hope she doesn't kill you though. I would rather torture you then have you killed and I know some people who could do some major torture."
He looked at his brother in horror. "Oh please Nafretiri, forgive me! Show mercy to me. I am not worth your time. I'm not worth this. Do not go back to your own ways for me. You are better then that. Please spare me!"
Nafretiri - November 19, 2004 01:02 AM (GMT)
"Mad?" repeated Nafretiri slowly, a smile spreading across her face, though it was sinister in nature and did not fit her beautiful and innocent face at all? Her mental shields folded, and for the first time in the city of Demaitre, she unleashed the true extent of her power, holding nothing back. It filled the room like air, and would have suffocated a fledgling vampire, most probably sending them into unconsciousness. "Gabriel, you have yet to see me mad." Her voice was deeper, and held a note of inner rage that was rarely seen from the usually peaceful ancient.
Her eyes flicked completely black, staring at him like startling black abysses, ethereal in their lack of emotion or light. The minds of the mortals were all clouded, so they heard nothing of which transpired at the table. The Egyptian had made sure of that. Standing up, she moved around the table towards Gabriel, but did not walk. Instead, she used her levitation, her toes dragging along the floor in an eerie way that was like something out of a horror film.
Grabbing his neck, she held him up with unnatural strength; strength someone her size should not have. "I have come to a realization Gabriel. Do you wish to know what it is?" She cocked her head to the side, but didn't wait for him to answer. "Sekhmet is I, and I am Sekhmet. We cannot be one without the other. To be so is to loose half of myself. Without my darkness, I know not my light." Her pressure on his neck increased, and it would have killed an ordinary human. "Do not cross paths with me again, for next time, I may not be so lenient." She dropped him to the floor.
She herself returning to the floor, her eyes changed back, and a hand lifted to straighten out her hair. Going back to get her coat, she stopped and looked at Mitchifer out of the side of her eyes. "Do with him as you see fit, but offer your protection at your own risk. Should I lay eyes upon him again, he may face the consequences."
She walked away.
Do one to tie up please. I wanna see what happens. ^^
