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Post by Tristan Holt on Sept 30, 2011 10:35:19 GMT -5
That was not the reaction he was excepting, it seemed his son had picked up a red-blooded woman. Her spirit would have to be broken one way or another. The master vampire had a feeling that Julian would not be the one to do this, carry out the necessary actions. Oh no the boy was soft, rebellious and in his opinion weak. Love was nothing more than a tool, an emotion that no vampire should allow to consume their every action and thought.
He would not let this human woman use his relationship with his servant as ammo, to blackmail her way through this coven and into a rather comfortable position. Buddy? How dare she use such terms with him. He was the master vampire and no buddy to any human, they were a means to an end nothing more. His frown deepened, his anger flashed across his ice-cold stare. “I am no buddy for yours human” He spat furiously, his rage was clearly wrapped around each word as it left his lips.
“My rules, my coven. Your opinion doesn’t matter” Tristan wasn’t going to let a blood bag get away with this, she was human, weak and defenceless against vampires especially ones of his ages who had travelled the global many times. He was old, fast and powerful. She was young, weak and nothing next to any vampire. His gaze moved back to his son, the very reason that many of his plans had failed, the boy was too much like his mother, too rebellious.
His mate? That stupid fool! His son thought that he could take a human as his mate, not whilst he was master of this vampiric coven. Humans were food nothing more. They were not a vampire’s equal nor could they be the ones to bring new life into this extended family of sorts.
“Julian, that’s impossible you must be joking” This had to be a joke nothing more but the tone of his son’s voice was of a serious nature. “I will never refer to that blood bag as your mate, she is not your equal” He started furious with the turn of events. “Anne knows her place, your toy doesn’t know hers and it’s not by your side” This was going against every teaching that the one thousand one hundred and sixty year old vampire knew. This sort of display was disgusting, it went against their very nature as a vampire. Human had always been food supplies and in his mind that had never changed.
His head snapped, at the sound of his servant’s voice. His mask remain strong and hard, blocking any emotion from being shown. “ I was but I don’t believe this is the time and place for such things” Tristan was starting to get hungry, he had initially come to the kitchen with intention of feeding from his servant. Her blood was still sweet, this was due to her youth and purity. Her blood was still satisfying and a treat for the master vampire.
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Post by Selena Torres on Oct 1, 2011 9:07:04 GMT -5
Leaning into his hand, Selena smiled softly as he pulled a stray curl of hers behind her ear, as if that would prevent it from coming free in a minute to bounce around her face. It was small touches like that she loved the most. Nothing over the top, but just enough for her to know he cared. However, the snap at her ear caused her mouth to drop just a little before she licked her lips. The kiss upon her cheek brought back the smile to her face, calming her sudden flare up in need of him. Alright, so maybe she would have completely blown a fuse at the girl but she’d only stopped because this wasn’t her home. It was only right that she be a little respectful of the vampires and even the servants in it.
Looking up to her mate, she grinned at his request she do yoga instead of leaving the bed and their room. The blunt trail off instantly brought a dozen mental images to Selena’s mind causing her to laugh under her breath while shaking her head gently. It was best he didn’t continue the sentence since she had a very strong sense of just where it would have gone. Anna would not have enjoyed where the conversation might have turned. “I’ve tried yoga before. It bored me trying to stay still that long in one position.” She loved varied, loved moving around to the music in her head. To stay still for so long would murder and it forced her to be something she wasn’t. Rolling her eyes at his Spanish with a small smile on her lips, she sighed, not because it was poor speaking on his part but because he was starting to sound better at it then her which was a small kick to her ego. Instead of lingering over that thought, her mind trailed off to what he would hold her with. Or better yet, what she could hold him with.
All playfulness she had felt when Julian had teased her was gone. Replaced by annoyance for the man…no vampire, people feared and other vampires hated. His lack of respect for anyone but himself shown through his actions and words towards her. Oh she knew Tristan’s history. It was amazing the reading material one found in the lycan library back home. As she had been quitting her job, King Vaan had given her a particularly fascinating read for the plane ride, ‘El Ascenso del Rey Rojo’. It had some bias points in it, but she would have bet her life on it being very accurate on the coven master’s life. “You might want to start being buddies with humans, anciano. Without humans, you’d be long gone from this Earth. A dried up husk and with enough time, dust.” Her voice was strong, she didn’t stutter, didn’t even have to think as the words just came to her sharp tongue. She had placed far scarier men in their places at the palace were assuming she was an object for them to use at their leisure.
The hand to her shoulder calmed Selena’s snappy temper but it did encourage her to straighten her back as a strange calm seemed to glide over her. A glow seemed to shine under her natural tan until even her hair had a halo effect to it. Suddenly her voice took on a oddly alluring quality to it, almost compelling everyone in the kitchen to listen to her or die. She would not allow her mate to fight all her battles when she’d been the one to open her mouth in the first place. “I know my place, Tristan, beside my mate.” A soft grin formed along her lips using the one word she knew would set him off. Mate wasn’t something a being or human threw around lightly. It had a deeper meaning then some quick fling. After growing up on a lycan island all her life, if anyone in the room knew the true meaning of mates it was Selena. She knew she was Julian’s mate, nothing was going to change her mind about that. “Do you know yours? You’re the master of a great coven, yet you treat any guests that enter it like fleas. Not the leaderly thing to do.” A good leader would at least fake being nice. Fake it like their life depended on it until they knew they could deal away with the new person whom had disrupted their peaceful house hold. It seemed, Tristan hadn’t learned that lesson. Using brute force wasn’t always the wisest move. It left room for coven members to rise up in the shadows, to whisper talks of rebellion. It left room for its members such as Julian to break away from his father’s thumb.
Just as it had appeared, the glow around Selena vanished causing her to grab at her head as a massive headache between to form between her eyes. Groaning under her breath, she leaned her head back to rest on Julian for strength. It only last a minute, but the pain throbbing behind her eyes had caused them to water until she blinked multiple times to brush the liquid away. Lifting her head back up, her ears heard the exchange between Tristan and Anna. The little girl was trying to save her from the big bad vampire. All Selena saw was a child trying to tame a beast whose jaws were wrapped around her neck moments from snapping and devouring her. She had no doubt, one day the girl was going to get hurt trying to do what shouldn’t be attempted. When it came to Julian, she had never tried to tame him, it would have gone against his nature and the two beast within him would have lashed out. Death wasn’t something she desired so she had merely taken her time to allow him every opportunity to run before she had reached out and pulled him back to her side. Translation: The Rise of the Red King Old man
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Post by Julian Holt on Oct 3, 2011 13:53:17 GMT -5
No matter what was said or done, Julian knew that he was going to have to defend Selena if his father decided to take a stab at the young woman. She might be stubborn and confident in her own ways and could handle herself in most situations, however going up against the Master Vampire wasn’t something that anyone really did and survived. There was a reason that Tristan hadn’t been overthrown yet because he simply wouldn’t let it. He knew how to fight and make sure he survived. Julian knew that well enough seeing as he had learned some things from the man himself. The problem was he wasn’t too sure if he would be able to actually survive taking his father head on. Being a hybrid gave him a bit of an advantage however, he wasn’t too certain how much. If anything he did know that he was going to fight till he no longer could.
Without thinking about it, Julian moved so he was half standing in front of Selena as she continued to sit there in the chair. He kept his hand on her shoulder as he listened to the arguments and the comments his so-called father was making. Anna was defiantly not helping the situation right now, as she seemed to try to distract Tristan. That was all he needed to make sure his mate was okay and to make sure Anna wasn’t doing anything stupid to get herself killed. As much as it wasn’t helping the situation, Julian was quite taken by Selena’s ability to stand up to his father. Given that she had never really been in this environment before, it was quite the accomplishment not to fear the Master Vampire. Anyone else might probably think it was stupid of her as she didn’t know what it was that she was getting herself into.
When his father turned his fury and anger onto Julian addressing him with more questions and statements, the young hybrid merely stood his ground his expression not changing. “Anna is your toy, Selena have never been anything but my equal and mate. You might as well get used to it Tristan especially id we decided to get married.” he added knowing it would further annoy his father to hear such things. Granted neither of them had even talked about the situation before. Julian simply wanted to make it known firmly that he wasn’t backing down and no amount of Tristan’s slanders words on his mate would change his mind on that. That and it was simply entertaining at times to watch his fathers blood boil with rage.
Before he could add more fire to the situation however, something about Selena caught his attention. Turning his head, he looked down at the young woman as she sat there literally glowing. His eyebrows raised in curiosity and worry as he watched her straightening her back before speaking. An odd sense of silence fell over him as he listened to her as if there was no other voice in the room. He didn’t know what it was he was feeling that moment or why he felt the need to focus on Selena and her words. Once she was done, he blinked as if snapping out of a trans. The groan only got him worried as to what had just happened. Frowning, he bent down so he was at eye level with the young woman. “You okay? What just happened?” he asked referring to the whole concept of her glowing like she was radioactive.
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Post by Annabella Demarkus on Oct 6, 2011 13:14:32 GMT -5
The one thing Anna hated more than anything was being called a thing. Or more specifically a toy. Anna was sadly young enough that she remembered what that really meant. She remembered loving something so much that you took it everywhere and did everything with it. It was the one toy you played with over all others. You took care of over all others. But then something better came along and the toy was thrown aside for bigger and better; and eventually the toy was thrown away. Every time someone talked about her being a toy she would remember these simple facts and terror would ascend upon her. Thankfully, however, she had people that would ground her and tell her she was not a thing. People that would make her feel safe. Julian Holt had always been one of these people. He had known what it was like to be used for the amusement of others and the personal gain of one. It was in these facts that he felt a need to keep an eye out for the young girl ant it was his metaphoric hand holding hers that helped her feel safe. So, when Julian had looked his father straight in the eye and called her a toy, Anna felt the pain of that hand being ripped away and terror and sadness falling upon her.
Anna’s expression when from hopeful to confused sad nothingness. She looked to Julian for some kind of sign he had not meant what he said but there was nothing. She silently moved across the room cleaning up her food before exiting. She may have wanted to run in that moment but she couldn’t leave her mess for someone else to clean. It just wasn’t right. In her state of instinctual movement she didn’t even notice the glow forming on Selena’s skin; and by the time it was bright enough to break her protective shell she was gone, having only stopped for a moment to tell Tristan she would be in her room. A room which upon entering she locked the door and fell into a crying terrified mess. Julian had lied to her and Anna knew that it was only a matter of time before Tristan got bored and killed her.
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Post by Logan Holt on Oct 12, 2011 2:29:10 GMT -5
Logan Holt was quite possibly the exact opposite of his brother, he was always up early, which was aided by the fact that the shutters designed into his room blocked the rays of the sun. It meant that at the very least he was safe more often than not from the suns harmful rays. It was a thing his flea bitten sibling didn't have to worry about and something that was all in all another reason to want the animal dead, alas his father would never allow the dog to be killed, even if it seemed to act more like a stray than a properly trained and well behaving dog. Needless to say while his brother was tossing and turning Logan was already out of bed and preparing for the day, those humans that were his, standing in a line before him as he looked at each in turn, most of them trembled mainly out of fear but a few out a lack of blood, he honestly should let them recover but he felt that if they were to weak to come to him they must be dead. On the other hand it was more enjoyable to take them on the hunt, most of these he had hunted down and brought here and hurt them until they were pliant and willing. He walked down the line, remembering the newest one, she hadn't fully been broken and was about the only one looking at him, all the others looked at the floor, she would be the one that would take care of his morning needs. He had always enjoyed the defiant ones, they seemed to have a better taste to them, or perhaps it was the simple reality that they struggled up until they were fully broken. Walking around her he let his finger slide along, cold against her heated mortal flesh. Moving forward he let her scent linger upon his nostrils letting it run through him as he bared his fangs. She already knew what was coming and he could feel her body grow tense as his lips came down and broke through he flesh. He could taste her in his mouch the warm blood flowing into him and taking care of what he needed. He knew he could take her and leave a dry husk, that at this moment with the way he had approached her that she would enjoy the feeling of death. Yet he wanted her to crave his bite and beg for him to bite her out of the others. When that happened she was broken and he would no longer have a use for her, already their was no fight in her, just a few days ago he had been forced to hold her down and use force, always more painful when feeding. He let her go, he saw her bleed for a slow moment, the marks from his fangs standing out along her neck. She had already collapsed as he licked his lips carefully so as not to cut himself upon his fangs, he loved watching them cry and she did cry. She cried because she was simply afraid for a life no longer hers. Because she was coming to realize that she was not human, not a person, she was nothing just an animal, an animal that he was taming. Sated for the moment he left her, knowing that it would be soon that the precious blood would stop trickling from her open neck. That a few of the others would take care of her until he called for her again, and he would, yes he would. Breaking them was almost as fun as turning a hunter and watching them run into the sun to commit suicide. With a sigh he walked away seeing the sword hanging over his bed, silver, the blade and hilt gleaming in the pale light of the room. He always looked at it and it was always his most human moment. For that tiny moment he remembered her touch and the feel of her at his side. The surety that they would be alright the fact that she born in her womb a daughter to continue their line. He also remembered how a human, her own brother, had slaughtered her. It was that fact that had changed him that a human, had stolen his love, his mate and his child’s future had destroyed any hope of friendship between himself and their race. His hatred of the Demarkus family ran deeper so far as they hunted his father he hunted them, hunted them and turned them whenever given the chance, made them feel the pain of the change and then chained them to sunlight with silver shackles. To call it hate wasn't good enough he wanted that family erased from existence their line destroyed... But that was then and today was a good day, he was full and in a decent mood. He would continue his life as he knew she would wish. Turning he walked from the sword and into the adjoining shower. It wasn't long before he was prepared for his day, the smell of blood wiped from his mouth and his hair parted in lank disarray as he stood before the mirror to gaze at his own reflection in the mirror. Flashing a dazzling fang filled smile before he turned upon his pale heels and walked casually from the room, ready for the day, though to a mortal it was the night... In all honesty he had no idea why he was always up so early, but then it was best to be early than late, at least showing up early gave you the pick of the crop. So he meandered through the halls his walk casual but with an air of superiority that he had been granted due to his position as the son to the master of the coven. Eventually he noticed his brothers scent, it was rather unique and stood out, oh he had heard rumors that the mutt had returned, and with a human no less, as such he couldn't help but follow the scent to of all places the kitchen, of course his brother was capable of eating human consumables as well, he didn't need to of course and yet he could. Stepping in he was given quite the sight, his brother standing nearly side to side with a woman that while coated in his scent smelled quite human, rather to much like food. More interesting was the fact that Tristan already stood in the room and from what it looked like, was half ready to bite the human, just to spite his youngest child. Logan simply couldn’t resist entering at that point, oh sure he was dressed in a custom fitted white tux and black tie. In fact he looked a deciding contrast to his brothers father wrinkled and water logged self. So what did he do as he stepped into the room was look to his father and completely ignore his brothers existence. “Father, who owns her, frankly if she is available I do believe that she would be a ravishing addition to my collection... After some obedience training that is...After all I doubt the mutt is even capable of training its own food, after all last I looked he still eats out of a bowl” {OOC: If you all dislike my entrance, I can delete it... Kitty thought i should join}
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Post by Tristan Holt on Oct 20, 2011 15:15:54 GMT -5
This human woman was overstepping the mark, she was reaching that thin line, that border. Tristan could take so much back chat from anyone but this human was his social and general inferior. She had no right to speak to him, the master vampire this way. His patience would stretch so far, it would snap and he would react, violently react. Julian would become an afterthought in that moment. Her attitude was displeasing especially for his son’s human, his son’s walking, talking blood bag.
Julian had not taught her well. There was always room for improvement, would he have to go over lesson from his childhood, simple easy to grasp lessons. “I have no intention of lowering myself to befriending my food” He quickly shot back, it was an insult to his kin to even think that way. Vampires were the superior species, humans were food, prey nothing more. She was stepping closer and closer to the edge, to death by his hand. She was clearly one of those free thinking humans, who believed they were his equal. It was laughable. “I will here long after you and other humans were gone, I do not need to explain how I obtain my food, my blood each day. Blood servants, your kin give themselves over to my kin” He gloated eagerly trying to rile her. This day would not be a victory for her. Selena would never put in his place, she was nothing compared to him, Tristan Holt.
A light, it was there, around her hand then it was gone. Strange what was she? There was more to this Selena than he first thought. Something had caught and retained his son’s interest. Tristan would find out one way or another. He would keep this to himself for now, play the fool he had to. It was something worth his time. “I will never recognised you as my son’s mate, think what you want human” He coolly answered, his mask once again slid back into place. She was still questioning him, this was unheard of!
Oh he would wait, bide his time. Tristan did not answer, it was simply not worth it. He did not need hand over more ammunition for her to use against him. The years had shaped him, changed him since the loss that shattered his world.
“Anna is not up for discussion” Quickly pushing that particular subject aside, it was not important. Anna had always been his servant, his sons had no voice when her fate, her position in this household was brought up. Tristan would never allow it. “If you marry her, you will be exiled Julian” This was a statement, Tristan would exile his youngest if he stepped over that particular line. Humans were food, toys nothing more.
His son’s reaction were pitiful but at the same time, they rung true back to time long ago when he had acted the same, when his Victoria had been by his side. She was gone, there was nothing he could do to change the past. Logan was all he had left of his beloved mate and wife. Anna, his wee human’s reaction had not escaped his notice. It was clear, she was upset, hurt by this conversation and the terms used to refer to her. It was necessary in public, in front of his kin and fellow members of the council.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her go. It was only right for a good master to keep his servant happy, he begun to move in the direction of the door, to follow her but he stopped dead in his tracks by the entrance of his eldest, by Logan.
Logan, his perfect vampire son. Victoria’s pride and joy through and through, Tristan could not look at him and not see his beloved in his cruel angelic face, looking over his shoulder. “The infuriating human belongs to Julian son” He was curious at what his eldest might do, he had a reputation that vampiric father could be proud of. “She is need of your brand of obedience training as if I do day so myself” He said, smirking cruelly “Julian proved to be disappointment once again, he failed to instruct his human correctly” He added, not caring that Julian and Selena were still in the kitchen, mere meters away from him.
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Post by Selena Torres on Oct 22, 2011 16:48:01 GMT -5
Pain continued to assault Selena’s brain, starting right behind her eyes, spreading rapidly towards the back of her brain. It was a headache from hell, bent on driving her mad. Panting under her breath, she pressed the heels of her hands to her forehead trying to fight it off, as if her strength of will could make it go away. In her quest to find her sanity before she lashed out at the closest person to her, she missed Anna leaving the room and the strange look that had fallen over Tristan’s face at the loss of his pint size servant. It was a good thing she had missed it, otherwise she would have pointed out to the vampire master, and he had already sunken down to human level by trying to go comfort the girl.
Shutting her eyes tightly, tears began to build up in the corner of her eyes as her mind was continually lashed at by burst of pain so severe the more she shut her eyes, the more random colors exploded behind her eyelids. She could still hear the males talking around her, each word rang louder and louder in her mind making her feel like she was trapped in the bell tower of Notre Dame at noon when they were all sounding. A new voice had been added to the mix, another male, similar to Julian and Tristan but somehow deeper and colder as if keeping the world at a distance.
“¿Se te callas carajo?!” The words fell from her mouth without Selena even having time to think, it was impossible to think right then. As her shoulders curled down, her back bent as if a sudden heavy weight was being pressed down on her body. Once more, she began to glow, fainter this time but it was there. Flickering on and off along the edges of her body in the way a light bulb would be turned on and off by a switch. Until finally it shone almost as bright as before for a second and stopping just as abruptly. A cold sweat broke out along her brow causing her to shudder. Much like the light around her body, the headache stopped. Terrified it might start again, she didn’t respond instantly to Julian’s question. Instead, she remained hunched over for a minute longer before slowly sitting up. Blinking multiple times, it took a second longer for her eyes to adjust to the contrast from the darkness of her shut eyes to the bright overhead lights of the kitchen.
Turning her attention to her made, she tilted her head as if confused by his question because she honestly was. She hadn’t noticed the strange glow around her body or the eerie quality her voice had taken on. “I’m fine…nothing happened. Just a headache.” Offering Julian a smile, she reached up and touched his cheek not realizing until how badly she’d been shaking since her hand wouldn’t stop. Finally seeing the other person in the room compared to Julian and Tristan this male looked to be on his way to a business meeting but that didn’t excuse him for the remark about adding her to his collection. Her mouth hung open at his words before glaring at him so fiercely it should have melted his face off. “Go to hell. I am not here for your pleasure.” She was there in the mansion for Julian’s sake and was not going to let anyone touch her but him.
“His brand of obedience?! What is wrong with you vampires?!” Jumping out of her chair, Selena’s bangles clanked together as her cross bounced around on her chest as well. Translation: Will you shut the fuck up?
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Post by Julian Holt on Oct 22, 2011 22:51:55 GMT -5
One of the many things that Julian liked about Selena was her fury temper and ability to make herself the largest in a crowd when she was in fact that smallest to begin with. Not only that but she knew how to stand up for herself unlike all the other women that Julian had encounter. The women that needed to have a man at their sides and had no independent thinking or courage to defend themselves were far too many. The Hispanic woman sitting behind him right now was someone he knew could defend herself and do so well. Not only that but when she started cursing in Spanish it could really make someone take a few steps back. Most of the time, he found it amusing to sit back and watch Selena tear someone a new one simply with her furious speech. However, right now wasn’t the best of times to simply sit back and watch. Vampire territory and customers were far different than those of everyone else. Even with the lycans a human standing up for themselves was common as they had to survive. Here, it wasn’t heard of. Not when vampires thought themselves to be the gods and everyone else far beneath them.
It was one of the reasons why Julian was finding the situation they were in right now between a rock and a hard place. Normally he would jump at anyone who even thought of brining his mate down to such standards as Tristan saw humans, however, he wasn’t stupid. He knew he didn’t stand much of a chance again the Master vampire even if he would go up against him if need be. Right now, he stayed where he was trying to keep his temper at bay, his teeth grinding together while he listened to more words exchanged between the two. “You seem to have befriends Anna quite nicely. Lavish room, exquisite gifts, aren’t you giving her an education as well? I didn’t know all your slaves were treated to such ‘royalties’.” he threw his way trying to push the man’s buttons as much as he could.
Before anything else could really be set out on the table, whatever happened to Selena before was happening again, the glow around her form appearing again. For the live of him, Julian had no idea what in the world was going on with the woman. Maybe it had something to do with drastic change in environment and people. Whatever it was worried Julian. Not only did he not know what was going on with his mate, but he knew that his father had seen it. This meant the man would stop at nothing to find out what it was. Defiantly not something that Julian wanted or needed, his father having reason to find interest in Selena. The threats his father was making seemed to go in one ear and out the other. His focus was on figuring out what was happening to his mate. Despite keeping his focus on her, he still had listened for any sudden movements from the older man behind him now. When the young woman finally stopped shaking and told him she was fine, he nodded his head standing up. It seemed during that time his half brother had decided to make an appearance, because really that was all this needed.
The young hybrids temper was already on the fritz with everything that had already happened, Logan coming into the picture only caused it to further boil. Glaring at the two men, Julian clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms to keep himself from throwing Logan through a wall. “Selena is my human and you’d do well to remember that Logan. Go find yourself another human to torture, not that you don’t have plenty as it is.” he started in a loud tone not really caring how his statement would go over with Selena at this point. He knew it wouldn’t go over well but at this point it was needed to establish that she was his and off limits to everyone. The only way that was done in the coven was by simple claim. Even with that it wasn’t still a hundred percent guarantee that the human would be safe but it was better than nothing. “It wasn’t till I stopped listening to you that I became such a disappointment Tristan.” he pointed out remembering how it was when he was still young and growing into being a vampire lycan hybrid.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Julian could tell his temper was on a last straw, he wanted to tare something to pieces an if Logan continued to be around, he might just take a stab at his brother again. Over the years they had both taken to trying to kill off one another with little success it seemed. It was why when Selena started yelling again, while getting up from her chair, Julian lost it. “Selena shut up, I think you’ve said enough.” he stated loudly and harshly not looking over at the woman. He kept his focus on the two men not wanting to blink for a second in case either of them tried. “I’m handling my human just fine. Frankly I find it amusing listening to her telling you to piss off.” He added standing his ground where he was. "You're threats to exile me mean nothing Tristan. You and the council know that I'm needed. No day walker you hire has my abilities and strengths." he pointed out referring to having both lycan and vampire strengths mixed into one.
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Post by Logan Holt on Oct 26, 2011 22:37:17 GMT -5
Logan was one to carry himself a certain way, one could label him as aristocratic or controlling or even snotty. Fact was that he was simply better than most vampires that were in the coven after all he was the true son of the master vampire and the one most likely to take his place. Of course with that reality came a certain amount of power. Many of the Females wanted him to pick them as mates, yet he never would none were quite skilled enough to ever be useful to him. Though their were a few that had their uses... Julian at least in his mind was nothing but a slobbering dog that needed to be put down or at least kept on a collar or chain. It was this fact that he simply didn't view Julian as a threat or as anything more than another lesser being that kept him from actually paying attention to either of those in the room beyond his father. Oh he knew they were their he simply felt that the one was a dog, a pet to his father no different than a slave, and one that fought its master regularly and the other part was food, food that needed to learn to keep her tongue in check if she didn't want to find his fangs in it. “The infuriating human belongs to Julian, son. She is need of your brand of obedience training if I do say so myself. Julian proved to be disappointment once again, he failed to instruct his human correctly.” “Father, I personally doubt he has the ability to be anything but kind to his food, I don't think he knows how to get them in line... Then again he is just a mangy mutt anyway...” It came to his realization eventually that his brother and his brothers toy had spoken to him and father, as to what they spoke, Logan found it likely didn't matter. More likely than not the dog had said things to try to keep him from going after the rather unique scent of the woman, not an oracle, or Hunter but not a normal human either. It was intriguing and desiring but nothing that could touch any emotion. No it made him hunger for blood and he already had filled his belly, perhaps a hunt would be needed, perhaps a new hunter to be added to the collection. Or an Oracle, having an Oracle would be a nice option for dinner. “I’m handling my human just fine. Frankly I find it amusing listening to her telling you to piss off. You're threats to exile me mean nothing Tristan. You and the council know that I'm needed. No day walker you hire has my abilities and strengths." Logan looked at his brother stepping forward slightly and pondering the Leather gloves in his pocket, protection from silver, or even holy relics. A cross sitting between the supple breasts of the Blood bag was a way to protect her from a vampire, but knowing it was their could allow a Vampire to remove it, with the right countermeasures after all the most dangerous part was it touching his skin. Oh he had touched silver and crosses in the past to prove a point, that he could survive the pain of it. He was not however about to do that in front of his father or the Mongrel. Instead he laughed at his brother. Giving a grin the to the mortal he gave her a wink before speaking in a low tone that he knew his brother and father could hear but that the food would not. Father created you, through a union with a lycan, what is to say that we can not create more Dog, we don't need you, we laugh at you and consider making one of you that knows its place sitting at the masters feet like the dog it is... You are only an animal... Don't act as If you know the thoughts of the council, or as my equal for you are nothing, and if your pet doesn't learn her place... I will teach it better manners with my fangs...” With that Logan turned with a nod to his father, ignoring what had to be an irate and unreasonably feral dog behind him. Logan could care less he had business to take care of elsewhere within the mansion, business of his own nature. Business that could shape the future, a future that only the pure had a place in the coven and the animals sat in their stink in cages until needed... Yes Julian was a Holt... but he was still a dog... one that needed a kennel. “Dzhulian ne vsegda budet vokrug” Oh he knew the words came out in Russian, and he was not entirely sure if anyone beyond himself and his father would understand, but the mutt would understand the threat in the tone of his voice that Logan didn't care what the dog said, that if he had the chance he would take the human, and use her as his own for a time. Make her twist under his fangs. Even the very idea brought out a sadistic glimmer to his eyes as he locked his eyes on the human letting his fangs show through his grin. Yes, his brother's so called Mate would end up just being food in the end... and not Julian's either... no Julian didn't deserve her... She would be Logan's though he was not sure why he felt as he did... Dzhulian ne vsegda budet vokrug = Julian will not always be around
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Post by Julian Holt on Oct 27, 2011 12:11:42 GMT -5
Listening to his family continue to mock him and bring him down only proved his point about not really fitting in anywhere. He wasn’t even sure why he bothered coming back here to be around them but the only thing that came to mind at the time was that they were really the only place for now that still let him in. Their criticism was usually ignored but with the amount of time he had taken away from them, it seemed to be rubbing him the wrong way again. Not to mention their attention was on Selena and he didn’t want anything happening to the young woman. All this continue to fuel the rage that was slowly boiling over inside him with both his brothers coming to the surface wanting nothing more than a good fight. One they had been itching to have for a while now.
With the full moon being only a few days away, Julian found it harder to control the anger that came with his wolf and vampire at that time. With his stay on Ilsa, the young hybrid found that his wolf was now present during the changes more and more and it was getting quite crowded at times. Especially when he was trying to stay calm but the other two just wanted to rip something or someone into tiny little pieces for him to throw around like confetti. Right now, that was what his two brothers were telling him to do, rip his half brother into confetti for simply being alive. Since the day that Julian was born, there had never been a day in his life that him and Logan had actually gotten along about anything really. They always seemed to get into fights and as he got older it just got worse and far more violent.
With time, Julian’s temper grew as well usually only fueled by his vampire side. He had never really had much connection with his wolf aside from the change that he went through during full moons. The connection that lycan’s usually have with their wolf didn’t come until his stay on Ilsa, when he was around more lycans and got more in tune with that side of his. Now it was an internal battle keeping the two at bay. With how Logan continued running his mouth and pushing buttons, Julian simply let it all go. No longer finding it necessary to keep the two under control, the young hybrid embraced the anger and the rage, letting it hit him like a broken dam.
When Logan’s back was turned while he headed out of the kitchen, Julian lost it, growling loudly, his eyes turning a blood red, before lounging at him. Being half vampire and half lycan, the young man possessed speed, causing him to be upon the older vampire within the blink of an eye. Using his shoulder, he threw his whole weight against the vampire in a half tackle, taking them both flying out of the room. With normal humans such a lunge wouldn’t cause much but pin whoever it was against the door of the kitchen with force. However, with them both being supernatural beings, Julian ended up taking Logan and himself through the door of the kitchen, breaking it into pieces as they continued flying down the hall until they hit a wall. Not hesitating for a moment, Julian threw his arm out, his hand going around the others neck pinning him to the wall. He knew this would only last a moment as Logan was quite quick and would retaliate as well, but he still tried at it. “I’ll kill you... if it’s the last thing I do.” he growled his fangs visible. Their fighting was quite common as Julian found it hard to be in the same room with Logan without the desire to kill him kicking in.
*Hopefully its okay to post this up out of order but I thought it would give the post a nice twice. If the gmoding it too much let me know and I'll fit is Crispy.
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