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Post by Tristan Holt on Feb 24, 2012 14:59:12 GMT -5
Tristan hated this, acting like a gracious host to hormonal, pregnant queen of the lycans. A dinner between he and his sons were highly irregular, actually they never happened. His sons, preferred to avoid such meeting with their father. However this was different, they had no choice but to attend.
If they did not appear this evening, consequences would be dire. Each would lose something they held dear, whether it be an inanimate object or a living breathing being, it did not matter. Tristan would not be stood up by his own sons, in front of the guest of honor. A servant had been dispatched to Dawn and Julian, a vampire was required for his eldest, Logan was simply too unpredictable for a human to deal with.
Dawn, on the other hand was a different matter altogether. A human was the best option when extending this particular invitation. Dinner was a way to try to clear the air, even if it was only temporary. The only problem that needed to be aired was the matter of the missing ambassador Quentin. The lycan had not been seen for a few weeks, something had happened. Tristan knew that he would be helped responsible for the man in question's fate, whether it be good or bad. Seated at the head of the table, a glass of warm blood in one hand, he watched servants plated up the table with various plates of food for Julian and Dawn.
All he needed now was for his dinner guests to arrive, then the heated yet serious discussion could begin.
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Post by Dawn Roseburn on Feb 24, 2012 15:19:35 GMT -5
Dawn’s secret was out. By now the whole mansion could smell the pups growing in her belly. The scent was far too strong for a single pup growing in her womb telling the young lycan Queen she was going to be a mother to either twins or...quads. Her family only ever gave birth to twins or quadruples and only one rare occasion had a single pup been born, her father. It was a good thing she was only a few weeks pregnant otherwise there would have been no way Vaan would have let her come to New York. Before yesterday her scent hadn’t given her away. Julian had been the first to notice it when she had only learned of her soon to be new status as a mother days before she left the island. For now, Dawn would have to be on her best behavior. Any slip up would give another vampire reason to attack her and she refused to put her pups in any more danger. Such as this dinner she was required to attend. She was going to have to play by the rules for a little while until she found out what happened to Quentin. The servant had shown up at her room at least two hours before she was to arrive. There had to be something said about Tristan’s politeness about allow her time to get ready and be presentable. She wouldn’t call him a saint but it was a nice motion from the unwilling host. The only thing which had peeked her interested had been the servant being human. Had Tristan believed the queen would have attacked a vampire if they had shown up to her room? It was a thought for another time. All that mattered was learning about what had happened to Quentin. He was the reason Dawn had flown all the way from the islands to New York. She would not leave until he was found…dead or alive. Passing a glance at the nearby clock, she put her large hoop earrings into place after slipping into her sinfully silky white dress. White had become a power color for the young Queen after she had married Vaan. It added a lovely glow to her body against her tanned skin. A look in the mirror had Dawn smiling for a second before leaving her room. With her head up straight and proud, she seemed to glide down the halls ignoring any whispers from the rooms she passed by. It only took her a few minutes to leave the up floor and arrive in the dining room where her nose picked up on Tristan’s scent telling her the vampire lord was already waiting. Opening the floor with a single hand, she slid into the room and easily spotted Tristan at the head of the table. “Good evening.” Stepping farther into the room, she paused while a servant pulled out a chair for her, which caused her to roll her eyes slightly, hating being waited on.
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Post by Tristan Holt on May 7, 2012 7:00:09 GMT -5
Time passed, the hands of the clock ticked, time melted away. Minutes that could not be reclaimed, passed the centuries old vampire by, as he carried on waiting. No servants had returned, this could easier be perceived either way, good or bad. Julian, his youngest, his hybrid born from lust, desire and envy but then again he had grown to care immensely for Rebekah, but Julian would not harm the human. Logan on the other hand, still might have done away with the vampire, that had been sent by his sire. The boy was simply uncontrollable, these were moment where a mother's touch was needed. where Victoria was needed. Victoria, his last and greatest love was gone from this world, taken cruelly by sadistic human hunters.
This mind churned, silence was his solace. Time was all he had these days, time moved on but alas he did not, Tristan physically remained the same, emotionally he was frozen in time, he had loved truly, wholly since Victoria. Yes he could say he loved his sons, they were his greatest achievement in this life but was something hidden, secret from the pair as the distance between father and sons was too great. He was simply just another vampire, just the master of his coven to them and truthfully that did cut his heart deeply. Dawn. that blasted lycan queen represented everything he desired. It was not Dawn herself but what she had, she was loved, she was happy in a sense and was about to start a family, with a lycan who would never betray her trust. Tristan was lonely in his vast kingdom of New York but he would carry on, the mask of arrogance and power to hide behind, to hide the growing cracks in his icy cold heart and in his blank facial features. He was coming apart at the seams.
Tristan had resisted, resisted the urge to phone that useless king Vaan and gloat, gloat that he knew something about his queen. Vaan was simply too easy to drag into an argument, string him along before revealing the truth, revealing that Dawn, his beloved captain was with child. However he simply could not be bothered, what would have been the point? What good would have it done? All it would caused was the urgent arrival of another member of the lycan court. Tristan did not need that another werewolf poking around his home, his coven.
With a glass of fresh blood in one hand, he watched the door but his ears were listening for movement, the movement of anyone who passed on by, listening to the beat of a human's heart or that of Dawn's. The rhythm of life that fueled his lengthy existence was wondrous to hear. wondrous to taste as it faded slowly behind his tongue. "Good evening your majesty" The words rolled of his tongue, it was something that felt practiced and wrong. He had only been forced to utter such words to human royalty and Vaan before this moment in time.
The sound of feet alerted Tristan of another's presence. There was no heart beat, not ever the subtle beat of Julian's heart, this was a vampire and it was not his eldest son. Blood was intermingled with their natural heady musk, they were injured. Logan had attacked the messenger, this did not bode well.
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