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William shook his head in disagreement. "Lady Latverious, there is too much going through the Lord's mind right now. I believe that if he heard word of some of your.. Exploits, his fate would be sealed before he knew it." He knew what he was talking about. Viktor would feel forsaken by his own blood. Something like that could shatter him, and his fall in battle would be determined by a when instead of an if..

Having just come form the Cirque De Noir, Thais found her way to a less populated area, she thought. She felt attracted to this place. Much of her travels she would stumbled upon a cathedral or church, and it would feel welcome. This cathedral had a well-mixed feeling. No matter, it would serve as some shelter. Her eyes strained to make out the front door, if that was what it was. It had grown very dark and much was hard to see. She followed the front of the building until it curved back. She found a place in the wall where it dipped in, a nook of sorts, in the architecture. She nestled into it, feeling the cold stone touching her back. It was probably the best bed she'd had in 4 summers. Her flask remained empty as she found no where to fill it. Thais used her pack as something of a pillow, and rested her hand on the hilt of a machete that barely protruded from the bag. It was a small comfort she was happy to oblige.

D knelt on the rafter, studying the scene below with intrest.. a grin sliding over his features. Lady Latverious..? His gaze flickered over the girl, his smile growing as he stood and pulled a card from his jacket pocket. He was hired to cause a little mischief, well.. no reason he couldnt enjoy his work. tossing the card he nailed the girls protector, bone claws riseing from the floor to hold him in place as a skeletal dragon dropped over the pair.. its large for claw grabbing for the girl. The irony of it.. a charming little princess, being stolen by a dragon. it was enough to make him rumble in amusement.

Ah.. she is figureing it out.. he felt the metal bite into his hide, twisting his head down and lifting his tail so he could trap her in.. allowing her blade to connect with his side before lifting his foot and kicking her back into the pillar. ignoreing his weeping wounds he turned his head to study her.. his wings beating down as he considered what would be more fun to do with her. Excuseing the fact that she was Nosferatu.. she was pretty cute. And, to add to the appeal.. she was a fighter. Kidnaping it is..

Before she could recover he shifted to his human shape, his right hand held to mimic the claws strill traping William in place.. holding his other hand out to her as he smiled. " I know you could escape if you wished, Nike Latverious.. but could you leave this shifter to his fate? Come here to me, and i will spare him."

This fight was over.. D pulling a power seal from his pocket and speeding forward.. slaming the symbol into Nike's stomach to stun her. it would work fast to seal all of her magic away, and with the head injury.. this could turn out intresting. sliding his arms under her he lifted the girl Latverious bridal style, studying her protector with a grin as he mused to him. " Tell Lord Latverious that if he wishs to see his child again, he will have to find her himself.. Anyone else comes after her, and I'll stake her." a fold of cloth escaped his hand and he winked, smoke hiding his get away as he stole away with the girl. Though he hated to admit it.. her line was strong, if one so young had caused such problems in a simple capture. if she had not been surprised, he had no doubt.. he'd have more marks on him than just this.

Banshi pulled the pipe away from her mouth after taking in another deep breath. Breathing out slowly, she turned her head, her blonde wavy hair falling down over the edge of the pew, to get a better look at Michael. "....I'm debating killing someone or not." She answered very bluntly, although the look on her face certainly was not one of malice or anger, whatever it was. Turning her head so she was looking back up at the ceiling, she put the pipe to her lips again. "This someone killed a crusnik of ours, one who was weak, who I protected, so she might live a life like the humans of her village. They did not know what she was, so I watched over her so she might have a chance of living a normal life.... But she was murdered, I found her body yesterday and returned it to the village." For the first time in years, she was not wearing her trench coat... The scars freely showed themselves from across her shoulders, and up from the hemline of the neck of her shirt on her chest to the point of her neck. Banshi's face remained the same, and her voice remained monotone, emotionless. "...Her body was terribly disfigured, and she was missing a leg from the knee down. She had been dead a few days. I sewed up her corpse and washed it in the nearest body of water. Her clothing was in shreads on the ground... I wrapped her in my trench coat before returning the remains to the village, so she might have a proper burial from her friends and family there."

"So you know who I'm talking about." She responded, forcing herself to sit up, leaning her elbows on her knees with her head down, taking in another deep breath.

Thais once again found herself standing in front of the one type of place that she always found solace. The Cathedral. She walked forward and pressed on the door, praying that it worked. It did, but she regretted it immediately. There were hushed voices inside. She only caught, "It's his life." Thais quickly shut the door, feeling intrusive. Her feet carried her off to the side of the door, where the outside wall met the steps. It was in shadow. She kicked her feet out in front of her on the steps and leaned her head back. In the dark shadow in which she sat, she appeared unbelievably pale. Once again, as it usually did when she was at a church, the thought of him consumed her. And she liked it.