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"well can't do much more then that. The place doesn't reek like old socks and it actually smells nice and pretty in here. About time too."

She sat back on one of the couches and pulled her hair from the pony tie. She relaxed feeling her hair drap down brushing lightly over her cheeks. Her pale skin was warmer from all the work she been doing all day. Her arms felt soar and so did her legs. For being in her early 20s she was doing pretty good for herself. She wished she still had her blue VW beetle that she had back in the city. She remembered great times in that thing.

She walked over making herself a glass of water to drink out of. Sipping it softly as she waited for someone to maybe come to the tavern so she may find out who the owner was.

With the aid of earth meld the young Cainite appeared outside the front of the tavern with an attire inclusive of leather strides, an unbuttoned white dress shirt complete with tight black bands just above the elbows, an array of belts fitted from dangling loosely about his knees, to tightly fitted around his hips.

With a sigh as he fully materialized from the earthen material, still damp from the snow he gave a flick to the military cap on his head complete with his General ranked insignia and a gold Camarilla Ankh.

"That women has me running circles, even now."

Pulling his elbows back behind his sides and perching his forearms on the swords fastened at his hips after lighting a cigarette he walked t'ward the doors with a liesurly air about him, as he allowed his tail to open the doors for him.

As he exhailed a plume of smoke from his pale violet lips, and his right white gloved fingers idely scratched at his right eye patch, he expected to find some high ranking official waiting for him. Some one like Prince Raoul, however he was frozen in his tracks, when he came to find this contact Roan had spoken of, and suddenly her cryptic jabbering all made sense.

Standing in the doorway, with his left eye wide, pupil dialated, cigarette hanging about to fall from his lips as his tail fell limp from the doors to the floor, he actually studdered.

"S-sa-Sasha?!"

*A brief shudder passed over the walls, the thick shadows of the Tavern seeming to thin a little, as an eerie voice, tinged with sadness, washed out to Corbin alone as the presence which had not left this place for years slowly began to withdraw*

.: Take your time Corbin. Remember... family is important. Your father was lost through no fault of your own... I woudlnt like to be the cause of you losing your mother. I only ask that you leave me your decisions in writing when you leave. It was a pleasure knowing you... be safe, my... childe. :.

*Moments later, the shadows were as normal as any other building on the planet. In respect for the sanctity of this meeting, Roan withdrew her presence entirely, leaving the pair alone*

Sasha fiddled with the glass. As she started to almost help him drink she heard him say 11 years old. She felt as if a cold breeze crept in her very soul. Her body seemed to go cold as she began to realize just what he was saying. Before her lips could even start to speak in dennile she saw the mark upon his arm. What had happened all this time for him to change this much. Maybe time moved faster then she thought but she didn't feel that old.

"... C..Corbin..You... but your so old..."

She went closer letting the glass tatter on the floor with the water. She placed her hand slowly on the family mark of the cross. She could feel it's warmth pulse softly beneath her fingers. Disspite his cold vammpiric skin. She closed her green eyes as she leaned her face softly against his arm. She felt the burn of the tears form in her eyes but she stayed strong not to burst. A tears managed to stream down the corner of her eye as she looked to him. Her face telling how lost but yet happy that she was there.

"Corbin... I... I'm sorry.. please forgive me. If I was hear sooner I could of protected you. Of course your damn father let you get all those damn piercings... wait till I get my hands on him."

She looked at him looking past the monster he seemed to become looking entirely deeper into his being. A soft smile placed on her lips helping him realize that she finally saw HIM.

"There are some things you have are like your fathers. After so many years of searching I was looking for the litttle boy I left behind. When I first started looking I would go up to people that look like your father. Start hugging them. Then I realize it was not them. I just.....Corbin. Your alive...I never thought I see you again. I..found my son! Were is your father is he here too? I must say you did raise to be stronge and a bit handsome I saw so myself."

She smiled still she was holding his arm almost hugging in a grip that Corbin would have to be gentle as to haver her let go of him. She felt his arm and started to stand up but still felt a little weak in the knees to be letting go of his arm. she slowly got herself straight.

" I guess.. we should sit.. heh... it's weird to see your son older then you..." She turned a light pink in her cheeks.

Sasha took the seat finding almost the tail odd almost creepy. She didn't want to think that but her son was never normal. She bowed her head down a bit as if in thanks for the seat. She watched seeing how uneasy he became as they talked. She could only sit and listen.

Then her happy outlook slowly began to fade. The soft grip over her sons hand slowly loosen in the shock of now he was gone. Narok was dead and she was too late.

"Are you sure.. I mean.. your father always came back. Even in the worst of times. He..promised. "

She didn't cry how could she. She was angry that he would be in a war to start with. She hated this fighting all the time and how she tried so hard to protect her family. She tried to get here in time to have them together. But it's useless.

"I... guess. I'm very sorry Corbin. I should have been here when you needed me. If you are angry at me I understand I can take it. I still am your mother if you let me. I.. really don't know what to do now."

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms about Corbin. She held him tightly as she gently stroked his hair. Almost as if to comfort him and her at the same time. Narok was gone but she had to stay strong for him and not cry.

"I am glad you are alive Corbin.. Narok would have been proud of you. Never think your fathers death is your fault... he always got into some fight or war. I remember times when I first met him I sprayed his eyes out with mace. I thought he was a pervert or something. Best thing that happened to us was you Corbin. Never forget that."

She gently gave a kiss on his forehead as she sat back. A few tears snuck there way at the edge of her eyes. She was trying not to cry to hard that her lower lip trembled.

"Is this your place? I kinda fixed it up. I been kinda homeless but it was alright just using that to get here to find you. Did you find someone special yet your getting that age too. I am asking so many questions... but... I am missed a lot. "

She couldn't help but cry a little when he spoke. Still dealing that the love of her life was now dead. Corbin was all she got now. She spent so long focusing her search for them. She had a hard time thinking them not in her life.

((Jealous much?))

OOC::

Thats right ladies, fight for me. xD


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"Actually, Mum. Theres more..."

Standing, Corbin turned his back on Sasha and too a few steps away, before folding his arms over his chest and lower his head.

"I've joined the DeSeer clan, Roan as my re-sire and have become her heir. I've just recently become a general in the Camarilla forces and have taken over immediate command of the clan. Anyway, The last great war, Hades saw fit to bring all of hell to his side to fight us. Dad was one of his commanders, under the mind control of the demon Surt as Ragnarok the second."

At this point, his folded arms, moved to rather hug his body. He still was not at all ok with what had happened, it seemed.

"We faught, and I stand before you now.....I killed him. My sword, in my hand, came down on him, by his wish. I was temporarily killed in the war, and became posessed by an alternate form of myself from a different realm, called Abaddon and Narok was posessed and became Ragnarok. We faught, and only when Roan came to danger we both returned to normal and he asked me to send him back to his grave."

*Though she had pulled her watching presence away, it was true... the Cainite had not entirely stayed out of teh area. In fact... it would be safe to say she had been very close at hand... what with being across the street in another pub and all.
Though she hadnt heard a single part of the pairs talk, she was, as ever, loitering within Corbin's mind just through the clan link the DeSeer's shared. She hadnt picked up much, and had carefully remained outside of Corbin's emotions, KNOWING this wasnt her place right now. RIGHT up until Sasha struck him.
The fact she had become aware that Corbin's birth mother, a figure she had previously thought dead, was alive and HERE had put her on edge. Had she known Sasha was still around when she'd made the decision to re-sire Corbin, it would have been easy enough to kill her and work with Corbin's emotions from there. NOW though, with him as her heir... and closest confidant save for Take... not to mention her genuine feelings of care for the boy... it would be impossible to simply remove Sasha from the picture, and for once the idea of killing reviled her. She would NEVER cause Corbin that much pain... but equally, knowing she was teetering on the brink of losing to genuine family - something she KNEW she had no right to and Corbin was lucky enough to still have... she couldnt stand the fact that Corbin had been harmed, and it was this simply fact that drove her to cross the street and push open the Tavern doors.
Stepping inside, her eyes instantly sought Corbin, then dropped. FORCING herself through the mental unbalance of teh scene, she did her best to stay objective and not look at Corbin like a lost puppy. Sasha was his mother... and for once, she cared about that fact... enough that she hadn't let teh other SYn share that information.
Seeing Sasha against Corbin, weeping copiously, it didnt take much to work out how the conversation had gone so far. The war still too fresh... and Corbin's unresolved feelings splayed all over his delicately constructed face. She hated seeing the conflict in him, the pain he was attributing to himself. *

... I killed Ragnarok Blazeheart.

*She stated it simply, Take's wings erupting on her back as the Daemon sensed the mental turmoil in her... and the likely physical retribution such a comment would inspire. Her eyes drifted, almost lifeless to Corbins*

I crippled his arm, I killed him the first time around. It was my fault he was in hell in the first place. I re-sired Corbin and made him a monster... a demon. I led him to Yggdrassil to aid my friend and allowed him to even meet Abaddon. I presented him, as one of my bloodline, my army, to the leaders of the Camarilla and I encouraged him to become a killer. I put the burden of General on him by naming my heir. If you need someone to blame for the state of your family... the person you're looking for is me.

((fight over you we will Luke xd Like I could stay out of this for long. At least I didnt do what I was originally planning xd ))