Heart on a Silver Platter.

“He gave his heart to his guests,only for it to be meaningless; And so he grew cold, never for love to have its hold “ It was only a few years after he was turned, he had adapted to his new circus family well. Even if this group did devious things, he assume since it wasn’t humans that it was normal. This was his new normal, he was sad to never see his old family, but he kept up with news on them. Plus Beelze wasn’t too bad, despite wanting him to be lucrative and willing to sell himself to … Continue reading Heart on a Silver Platter.

The job

Mateo had caught wind of a possible job, listening through word of mouth. He had been trying to find the place so he could do some mercenary work. Being new to this city and all, he finally got to a bar and listens about. Over hearing a guy speaking to someone about merc work. Mateo knew the one that the other was trying to recruit. He waited till they finished and watch the other guy as he approached the bar. “I wouldn’t hire that sack of shit if I were you.” He said casually. The male looks at mateo arching … Continue reading The job

If Fate were different

The man gave a very faint smile “perhaps. I must be off then father Voltruist.” He get up from the bench holding the priest hand a little longer, staring at the priest. He almost let go, but instead says “Actually father… i was wondering if perhaps you come with me. There is a cafĂ© not far from here, I’d like to talk to you more.” Voltruist stared at him still abit red in the face “Oh uh…” he checked his watch “but im really late to get to the church.” He told him. Sanderson still held his hand “You are … Continue reading If Fate were different

Biggest regrets…

After 40 years of searching, word finally came back that Sanderson fledgling had been found. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not. He already kick himself for not scaring off the priest. Remembering the news that the priest never showed to the church. Part of him hope the priest just got spooked and left. Though the church refused to give any real word and Sanderson came up empty handed. He was sure his fledgling killed the poor priest. He make it to the place they took rogue vampires to. Walking into the building and going to the sublevel, … Continue reading Biggest regrets…

An ear to listen

It was a beautiful night in the city, near the park where people often wander the night was a bench. There sat a very well dressed man who had been in deep thought. Contemplating things as he watch people move about, his thoughts on his fledgling”I dont know what I’m going to do.” He said to know one. Mostly cause he thought he was alone, totally missing the priest who sat at the other end of the bench. The priest looked around a moment and then looks to the very well dress man “um perhaps i could aid sir. Im … Continue reading An ear to listen

A Visitor in Mourning

Voltruist woke up to the new evening, moving to get dressed. He put on his prieestly robes and then grabs his veil. He put it on and then undoes the blindfold he wore when sleeping. Once he was dressed, he head out of his room and down the hall. Giving those he passed a nod of greet, he headed to the sanctuary. There he would move to light the candles about it, while doing such a male walks in. Voltruist glance to the new comer, he had to double take. Seeing the silver hair had the priest thinking it was … Continue reading A Visitor in Mourning

Judas…

Footsteps could be heard through the halls, as two people walk. Each step echoing off the walls, along with their voices as the two talked. “I already set you a meeting with Lord Grey. You are confident he would rule in our favor?” The male ask, he wore priest like clothes, though he didn’t wear a veil like the one he spoke to. “Yes I am sure of it, are you not tired of having what we want to do just ignored? This church could be so much more, if we could get out from under Zagine.” Voltruist spoke.” Of … Continue reading Judas…

The flower shop.

Tristan was walking down the street, heading to Voltruist church. Book in hand ready to deliver it to the priest, along with a conversation. Since Indigo refused to listen or help uim, he’d figure it out himself. He head up the steps, walking through the door. He blink some looking around “Wow.” He say. “Can I help you?” A voice spoke out, Tristan blinks again and looks at the elder gentleman and smiled. “I’m looking for Father Voltruist, I have book he ordered. He ask I deliver it.” He told him. Stahs stared at him and then says “Tristan.” Tristan … Continue reading The flower shop.

To be kindred

The bell rings as the door opens, alerting the shop keep someone had entered. The shop keeper walks to the front, to his counter.”Hey Indi, welcome back again. ” Tristan greets. Indigo gave a smile and wave “Hey. Im looking for anything from that new poet about.” He told him. Tristan chuckles “Uh well unfortunately outside of news paper submission, I’m afraid he hasn’t made a book yet. Though rumor has it, he is working on one.” Indigo pouted a little “Ugh, my sire likes his stories, reads them in the paper. I was just hoping you could perform another … Continue reading To be kindred

My sweet Tru…

The night was just starting this eve and already the silence was disrupted from chatter. Two move through the streets, talking with each other, as they made their way to their destination. “I’m telling you now Zagine, you are playing with fire.” Stahs states . “Uh huh, you keep saying that. However it works and he’s never going to know. Not unless you plan to tell him.” Zagine retorted back “You and I are the only ones who know the truth. Besides we did him a favor.” Stahs shook his head “And playing with his heart? Is that wise too?” … Continue reading My sweet Tru…