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Curious of the fight that now was between her follower, a lycan, and another of her kind. She ran after them in the dark not letting them know of her intentions.

Soft footsteps in an alleyway... something unfrotunately far too often heard in this city. Often prefacing a mugging, a drug deal, or murder. Or worse. Today, was the latter. The soft footsteps came from a pair of shiny black leather shoes. And a third tap for every stride, that came form a cane. Tap... Tap... Tap... And a second set of footsteps. Even softer, more erratic. A drunk woman, carrying her high heels. She wasn't quite running away, but she was aware that she was being followed. Tap... Tap... Tap... Just a little faster. The man was barely walking briskly, but he was catching up. and then, in a flash, he was upon her. He held her arms in his hands, soft flesh gripped tightly, but carefully in his palid white fingers. Marble fingers. And his face was over her shoulder, his lips by her neck. He lets his breath roll across her skin. It was cool, like the night-time air.

She whimpers, but doesn't scream, the breath on her neck causes a moan to escape her slightly parted lips. He opens his own mouth a little wider, and moves his shart teeth towards her pale flesh... he pushes slowly against her, emitting another whimper from her mouth. Her breath shudders as he closes his lips against her skin, and he begins to draw the elixyr form her body, form the Carthoid Artery, rich red blood explodes into his mouth with the pulse of her frantic little heart and a few rivulets escape his lips and flow down her neck, touching the fabric of her top and being quickly sucked dow into the fibers. His grip on her softens, moving his arms around to hold hor softly as she gives her life to him.

Slowly, slowly, the flush fades from her cheeks, her eyes fliutter closed, and she looses consciousness. But her heart doesn't stop, and her breast still heaves with slow labouring breaths. And the man stops, he moves away from her and gently lays her down on the hard floor. He brings a nail up to cut into the palm of his hand, kneels down and lets just a few drops of his own blood run across the wound on her neck, and it stops bleeing.... seels up. And he lets some fall onto her tongue, and she moans in her unconsciousness. But then the man's own han closes up, and the blood stops. He draws from his pocket a hankerchief and wipes his hand and around his mouth.

He kneels again to wipe the blood away from her neck, then throws the hankerchief into a garbage collection skip for an apartment bordering the alleyway. Finally, he brushes her hair out of her eyes, and takes off his jacket, revealing to all who care to look, in the pale moonlight... The welsh vampire, with one eye. One time betrayer and self-proclaimed protector of the Famille De Lioncourt, returned from a mysterious leave. He places this jacket over the woman's body, leans in, and kisses her softly on the forehead, whispers in her ear, "Sleep well..." and then silently leaves that alleyway, taking his cane with him, by rising up and ontop of the apartment, coming down softly. His skin was a tone of pale rose, from the infusion of blood. And his remaining eye glints in the moonlight as he looks up at the heavenly body. No matter how many times he went away, this place, this... city of mortals was his home.

Not so dull if you know where to find some fun The man speaks into a passing vampire's mind. She was vaguely familiar, all but the newest fledgelings or arivals were familiar to this vampire. He had not been here since the beginning, but he had made his presence known from his very first step inside the great coven. The man breathes in the air and fumes and smells of the city, though breath did not fuel his muscles like it once did, it let him sense all the varied chemicals in the air. And oh, how the smell of blood hung in his nostrils form the earlier feed. It was nearly enough to make him return to finish the job. And surely someday he would return to his old ways, and taste the death whenever the feeling took him... risk his sanity for a few moments of pure extacy... But, to the thing at han. He looks down at the other vampire from his perch atop the roof. "It is a beautiful night."

"I have been gone, myself" He responds, and he lets himself fall from the roof, lowering himself softly to an alleyway, and walking out to meet the other vampire in person. "I have been to Europe and Asia... As always, I have been chronicling what history I could find along the way, and have collected a few trinkets." He says, and he bows his head to her once he's close, "Picked up some habits from the native vampires. Such as... a common indian vampire act of... giving tiny amounts of blood to victims, and letting them live... they become bonded to you and crave your blood... giving it to you willingly..." he says, and then nods again. "It can remove or enhance the brutality of feeding, if you wish it to..." And he looks at the backs of his hands. The color was already fading, "Of course, as I grow older the hunger grows only stronger. And each one I kill makes me love them all even more..." he speaks... openly. Passers by might hear him, if they even gave him a second glance. "I'm no closer to finding the queen, if she even truly exists, however."

((Back. Sorry, I got in a bit of a row >.<))

Cady's eyes light up and his lips crack into a mirthfull smile. "Oh, but you have to enjooy it! It's so much fun to have them come begging for you to drink them almost dry." And then he shrugs, and falls into pace beside her. "How old are you? Do you remember?" He asks her, quite simply, not yet responding to her own question. "I have been on this earth for as long as The christian religion has been in the western world. I must entertain myself, somehow, or I would go mad." He subtly leads her towards a bar, simply by turning and expecting her to follow. His speed increased though his feet appeared to be moving at barely a gentle stroll.

"That is a shame... Perhaps I could help. I have chronicled many families in recent times... I may be able to find the documents among my collection. Much of it is still in storeage here in new york..." Some of it... some of it he would guard with his life... but much he would share with his brothers and sisters. "If you would like, I could also begin some specific research into your... lineage. I've traced myself, for example, back to one of the earliest generations of vampyrism. I am at most a fifth generation vampire..." he says this with some pride, "Though I suspect, due to the rate of me..." he slows his pace and looks at his hands again, "Evolution, that That number may be as low as third..." Finlly, they arrive at a bar. "Ah... this, somewhere I have visited only once, and never entered. My substenance comes from within this place, but they do not serve it at the bar."

"I cannot force your hand." Cady says with a slight smile, "Though I suppose I could drag the information out of your mind if I truly wished to. But, that would be violating your trust and above all things... I respect my peers. Even the mortals, sometimes." He moves and joins her at the bar, He doesn't order anything, but places some money on the bar, and glances at the woman who he was with. The 'tender got the message, and asks the vampire woman, "Can I get you anything?" Cady sighs and shakes his head, "I am afraid that there is far too much to tell over a drink, or even ten. But I will say, I have seen many things that... mortals could not comprehend. That many of our kind could not comprehend. And things that the demons take for granted. And I wish to see more so that I may writ about these things, too." And he closes his mind for a few moments, then opens them. "Do you ever hear... voices, as you lay waiting for the sun to set?"

"Flashbacks? No. Memories? Yes. Though my senses were dull, my memory was not, even as amortal. And though almost two thousand years have passed, I still remember the day I was turned, Parts of my childhood, my teen years... and the battles my clan fought and won, or lost." He says all this with pride, his eye sparkles with entheusiasm. "I learned to sing and divine from the greatest bards of my Era. I do not miss that life, but I enjoyed it. And I remember the years of suffering as I grew used to my... new strengths, and weaknesses." and this he says a little less entheusiastically, "I was, of course, shunned by my clan. I became warlike, feral, even the northern barbarians would not tolerate me for long. Now, of course, I am once again civil." He glances out across the bar, and smiles at a woman, who flushes slightly and glances down with a smile of her own. "Now, another question for you. Do you feed because it hurts you to not feed, or because it pleases you to feed?"