Welcome to Gaia! ::

Reaver walks up to her, and looking confused at her, he asks,
"Why, out of all of the people in the world, do you not need love? Damon has found love before, and I doubt she has ever regretted it. As it has been said, love hurts, but sometimes it is a good hurt."
That wasn't said by anyone of great importance, but Reaver takes those words to heart, like many quotes he hears. The all have wisdom within it. People need love almost as much as they need their own hearts. Reaver doesn't know where he would be, if he hadn't loved his family so long ago. His family was his driving force, and even if they aren't here now, they still drive him on, making him try to give hope to them. He allows a tear to fall out of his eye, and says to Jagger,
"Don't worry about that. I was just remembering... the past."

Reaver says to Jagger,
"Did you know Marquis de Layfette? He was a famous man, correct? A French leader. He was killed in some battle. I think it was during the French Revolution, but I'm not sure. And you are mistaken. I didn't watch them die. I was gone, creating more tools for destruction. When I came back to my home, I found my family slaughtered. I may not have watched them die, but I know the pain of the loss of loved ones."

Reaver says solemnly,
"By "ours," do you mean yours and Marquette's, or mine and yours? I don't know much about Marquette's, or your, past. I think Travis, the one you talked with in the subway, knew me at some point. He knew my name. Not Reaver, but Chris. Lawson. I gave that name up when I failed to protect my family. I didn't deserve it. I work everyday to earning it back."

Lily sauntered through the large iron gates, her Louboutin clad feet guiding her along the dimly lit path through the valley of tomb stones and mausoleums. She darted through the rows of graves and slowed in front of an old tomb. Some rich family's ancestors, most likely, but people were kept out and she was kept in...which was good enough.

She pulled the key out of her shirt and popped off the lock holding the makeshift chain security system in place between the barred doors. Lily slipped inside and lit a few candles around the cold stone room. Nothing fancy, three stone coffins around the room (left, right, and center) and little trinkets left by well wishers of yesterday. She pried the stone slab off the far left tomb. She had laid a blanket over the remains and was using it as an easy dresser.

Lily puffed away on her cigarette while she poked through the enormous drawer of her prized collections. Some purchased, some stolen, some looted from victims...it didn't matter much how she got them, she just enjoyed Social Darwinism working in her favor at least in this aspect of life.

Rogue leapt atop one of the taller graves. She had been out hunting in New York. It had been another few months since she was here. Her sister had gotten in trouble in the mountains of old Slavic lands in the present day Slovenia.

She had tracked her sister's bloodtrail through the country, but failed to find her. Xander, Rogue's brother and twin to Xandra, had refused to help. He did not want to interfere with Xandra's personal quest, while Rogue, instead only cared to keep her sister alive.

Rogue's siblings were known throughout the world as terrors, and myths, but were not known as well as being related to the elder of the Sanguinarian and Deathdealer vampires of the New York vampire coven.

She was too hungry to think as she had been ever since she had left this country, fighting for her life against the void. Focusing on her sister had kept her mind off herself and her needs.



Hunger took over and she watched in the dark with emerald glowing eyes on a young man attending the grave of someone. He was crying.

"She was mine."

He wiped his nose with his sleeve and looked up into Rogue's eyes, and a look of fear crossed his features. Her eyes were glowing in the dark of the graveyard.

Her thirst ripped at her control.

"You can join her if you wish."
She took a slow step forward as his eyes were locked into hers.

Gabriel leaned against the wall next to the gate and waited as Rogue had her moment. He was smirking a little remembering the last time they had seen each other and the scene it had caused. Precious memories. It was mere coincidence that he was running into her here tonight, looking at his watch it should be just about time he thought. Pushing off he weaved through the tombstones until he came to one that was above the ground with fresh new flowers around it and a voodoo charm and a latin inscription.

Expugno Lumen, Nillus Lux,
Vis Levis, Luciens Nux

Somewhere in the city he had been informed of a voodoo practitioner that had gotten hold of a grimoire and were attempting to blend the two realms of magic. Experimenting. Inside he could hear something already scratching at the lid of stone, pushing it open rapidly decayed hands pulled up a grotesque zombie torso only to meet a hard fist sending it back into the tomb. Quickly Gabriel threw salt in its face and the creature blinked as if waking up and spoke as if shocked.

"I'm dead..."

Pulling the lid back closed he wiped the salt off his hand. Still it had the same weakness of a voodoo zombie, their blending was not working yet. At some point the one responsible will be coming to check on it. He would have to wait around a little bit longer for them to arrive and n** this in the butt quickly.

Getting up on the tomb he just closed he stretched out and put his hands behind his head and looked at the night sky. The stars were infinitely beautiful and he could remember looking at the same stars, centuries ago in various cities across the world. In glorious empires, times of art, times of real culture. More than once he had thought that maybe, just maybe somewhere out there was a witch with a spell...or a demon or some celestial being that he could bargain with in exchange to be thrown back into those days of Ancient Rome or Greece, to see once again Boticelli, or to watch the Parisian Theatre in all its glory.

"You know, I once set out all night with Leonardo Da Vinci looking at the stars and discussing the vastness of the Universe."