( I just need to get out... )

 Noting Giuliana's pensive mood, the elder Gangrel stops the car and smiles, suggesting a game.  He reaches down to take her foot in one hand and slide her stiletto off.

She looks sideways at him, ( Read more... )

Giuliana frowns slightly as the mental connection between her and Samuel severs, and she glances across the room in time to see him vanish into the shadows.  It isn't normal for him to leave so abruptly, and she wonders what threat he sensed that demanded his departure from the gathering.

She tenses, looking around from her seat at the table, and ( Read more... )

( I saw this coming... )

 The Mekhet awakens in the darkness of her suite at Le Dessin Manoir, stretching limbs stiffened by the stillness of daysleep, and rolling over on her side to reach out and lift the small device off of her nightstand and unplug it from it's power source.  Tapping a few simulated buttons on the smooth screen, she quickly accesses her email, going ( Read more... )

Six men, each unique in their own right, and yet all of them share a specific trait. Something about them caught Giuliana's attention at some point, enough to allow them in, and allow them to see her inner self more than any others. Five of them immeasurably older than her, one an ancient Gangrel warrior-scholar who speaks to her mind and draws ( Read more... )

The Mekhet sighs, letting out a long-held and unneeded breath as she turns down the long drive leading towards Victor's new estate, letting her shoulders drop and forcing the tension out of them.  Ever since she was attacked by the Crimson Cavalry outside the Atlanta airport in March, she sat on edge every time she had to make the trip from the ( Read more... )