<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah didn't pay any mind to the fact that Medivh wasn't wearing anything, she'd done political negotiations with part of one or both parties in the nude, it was a fantastic method to try for the upper hand, but not the way to sway her. <span style='color:purple'>"You flatter me Medivh,"</span> she said from where she stood, looking him in the face, smiling even, but the look held an edge of cruelty to it. She closed the distance between them at the blink of any eye, just appearing in front of him, like magic. She did not touch him but the hem of her robe brushed against his thigh. Even though she was much shorter than him, she glared at him as though she were feet taller. She let her power wash over him, she could crush him if she wanted to, she was the force that made his heart beat. She could force that heart to stop, to die a true death. <span style='color:purple'>"I mind,"</span> she said quietly, it was more threatening than yelling. She didn't wait for an answer, instead in the same blink of spead, she was gone. The rob was in a heap at Medich's feet and she was already in the shower, water like ice scouring the blood from her body, her hair was disgusting, some how blood had managed to mat itself in her scalp. She sighed, and began scrubbing.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:green'>"Females simply assume much to much about me,"</span>he sighed, shaking his head. The honest truth was that he didn't like wearing other peoples clothes, you never know where they've been. He didn't care if they'd been washed a million times, he was just against it. there was no attempts at anything there. But such hostility too. A lighthearted joke became a death threat with her. He supposed he deserved the threats and such from earlier but at this point of time, at this hour, on this night, if she had chosen to beat him instead, he wouldn't have cared. But he did admire her brutal nature somewhat at least. people who didn't stand up for themselves pissed him off. he knelt down and folded the robe and layed it gently on the table. he starred at the couch and found that it had already been cleaned too. easier on him at least. he sat down and looked at the robe some more, more provocative thoughts of that woman filled his head. this time he literally smacked himself. enough of this, what was wrong with him!? His thoughts then turned to the events of the evening. he'd spent most of it, feeling sorry about himself, then acting all whimsy because she saved his ass. Enough was enough. He was ticked, hungry, clean (at least), and very irritated. He stormed his way down to the bathroom with plans of kicking the door open, and showing her what he could do when he wasn't fucking around and actually wanted to kill something. But he stopped himself at the doorway. This was going to make things worse. He didn't need anymore legal attention, and he was pretty sure she didn't want a hole in her washroom. he opted for knocking instead. <span style='color:green'>"Does anyone ever tell you, you lack a sense of humor? because I've had corpses take it better than you. If i'm such a huge fucking burden, then you should've left me on the streets, but since you didn't, you'd better get your act together cause i'm not gunna take this horse shit much longer. You think i'm that uneducated in your species, but i know enough to know that you can kill me in heartbeat, so for the love of ramath either get the fuck over yourself, or kill me. I'm willing to try and be a half decent person here and respect what you have to say, but you have to get off your high horse before i try and lodge it through your head!"</span> Harsh, blunt and rude was the summary of what he just said. But he was tired of trying to be lighthearted to possibly the most frustrating woman on the face of the planet. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah had turned off the shower, just barely listening as Medivh yelled at her through the door. The water had calmed her, just because he was pissed, didn't mean she was. She squeezed out her hair and wrapped a towel around herself before opening the door. <span style='color:purple'>"I am sorry for putting myself before you, I did not mean to be so arrogant. While I don't doubt you know quite a bit about Vampirism, I am quite sure that you do not know my line very intimately, nor have you likely ever heard of Viet's line. Currently I have set up a meeting between him and myself where both our servants our present as well as you, so we may discuss your existence. However, I apologize once more for not thinking of you,"</span> she said, her voice was heavy with the Anubian accent and a twist of Ramathian, most of the old Vampdragons like herself prided their 'god knows where' lack of accent, that she had lost control of this was embarrassing. She walked past him and down the hall to her 'clean room'. She keyed in the code at a small box in the door, and let herself in, she walked to the back of the room to a complex of locked cabinets. She sifted through bags of something obviously looking for a certain one. Finding it, she relocked the cabinets and exited the room, the door closing with a pneumatic hiss. She handed the bag to Medivh. <span style='color:purple'>"This is Kosa blood, they are practically extinct, their blood has more of a kick to it, you can drink less and gain more, if you do not wish for blood there is traditional food in the kitchen, you had need but ask and I would have allowed you some, I can be cruel, but unfair I am not,"</span> she said, passing him once more, on the way to her room this time. She stared into the lit expanse of closet, and finally settled on a pair of violet sweats and a white cami. <span style='color:purple'>"Your clothes should be clean by now, Jerry, the guy at the desk probably moved them to dryer, if you want I'll go get them for you,"</span> she said, her voice once more that middle of nowhere accent.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> took the bag, and cooled. That was a better reaction then expected. He was expecting the harsh, threatening attitude he'd seen all night, instead he was met with a calm faced, possibly sarcastic and slightly embarrassed demeanor which he hadn't seen yet. It caught him off guard slightly. he looked at the bag for half a second and downed it, making sure not a single drop missed his mouth. It was absolutely energizing, like an energy drink with an extra tub of caffiene. After ensuring every drop was in his stomach he redirected his attention back to her. <span style='color:green'>"in a second you can, for now though i'd like to talk. i realize you're not particularily pleased by me at the moment, and i didn't mean to imply that you should put yourself before me, but getting angry at everything isn't really the best alternative. I don't know what's going on, where i am, or what i'm doing. About the only thing i know is that i was killed and then reborn by a highly attractive looking woman with a hot temper who is now holding me hostage in her flat. So please, pardon my lack of social mannerisms."</span> He walked over to her, in his natural smooth manner, giving himself at least a two person distance between her, albeit a pointless one.<span style='color:green'> "We can continue to bicker like children until whatever the fuck his name is gets here, or we can agree to be at least half decent. I haven't forgotten my debt to you, and at the suggestion of any sort of undertaking I'll do it, but I'll be much happier servicing you, if you could perhaps learn to take a joke better so to speak?"</span> he closed the distance between them so that maybe they where only half a person apart. He could feel his face heating, whether it be out of desire or frustration for the woman he didn't know but it was making it difficult to keep his thoughts in line properly. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>She stepped backwards out of the closet, fully clothed, and bumped into Medivh. She resisted the urge to yell at him. She could take a joke, she just didn't feel very humorous this close to dawn, with the prospect of meeting with Viet bearing down on her. <span style='color:purple'>"I will get your clothes, but we will not get a chance to talk tonight, I will die when the sun comes up, I have been awake for far too long not to do so. Knowing Viet the meeting will probably not be for another two nights, three if Em is a good girl,"</span> she said, maneuvering around Medivh and out of the flat to the washing machine. Just as she had suspected, the clothes were folded neat and clean on the ironing board. She picked them up and then hurried up the stairs once more to the apartment. She handed the pile of clothes to Medivh. <span style='color:purple'>"Here, I know you don't like wearing anyone else's clothing, but what if we had to tailor you something new for meeting Viet?"</span> she asked.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> He hadn't worn anything but his jacket, pants, cloak and belts for almost 6 years now, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to perhaps dress a little better. <span style='color:green'>"i'd like that,"</span> he grinned after a brief pause to think. He felt at home slipping the jacket back over himself, it was tailored from an old straight jacket used in an insane asylum. He then threw on his pants with fair amount of dexterity, and took surprisingly little time in doing up the belts on his pants. <span style='color:green'>"Thank you for the hospitality. i doubt you have a place for me to sleep so i'll just lean against the door of your flat for tonight. wake me when you're ready."</span> and without any further talking or interuption, he did just that. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah grinned, she lived for flaunting, it was what made the little rich girl in her happy. For Viet she could flaunt and it wouldn't be an insult, politics were just as much about who was wearing what as what was being said for what. She turned back to Medivh, about to offer him her bed, now that he was wearing something, she could have slept on the couch, but he was already asleep. <span style='color:purple'>How odd..</span> she thought to herself. She could theoretically hang upside down and sleep, though blood pooled to her head and it was mighty disorienting when she awoke. She shrugged and headed off to sleep. When the sun broke through the horizon she was already tucked away behind blackout curtains, that plunged the entire flat into permanent night. When she woke the next night, the sun was just going down. Good, she'd managed to make it through almost the whole day asleep, no nightmares, brilliant, absolutely brilliant. She ran her fingers through sleep-tousled hair and tapped Medivh on the shoulder. <span style='color:purple'>"Sun's down again,"</span> she mumbled, and sauntered off to the kitchenette.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> Medivhs sleep had not been so pleasant. dreams of prophecy had haunted him the entire duration of his sleep. Even worse, he couldn't make heads or tails of any of it. But shortly around sunset on the next eve his nightmare where brought to a halt the moment the tip of her fingers tapped him. his eyes flew open faster than bullets, and his conciousness was given a rude start. He relaxed his muscles and watched her for a moment before standing. <span style='color:green'> Always nice to wake up to a pretty face</span> he thought to himself. <span style='color:green'>"looks like you slept well at least,"</span> he called, stretching himself in awkward ways. <span style='color:green'>" so bella,"</span> he continued after finishing his stretches, <span style='color:green'>"whats on the plate for this eve?"</span> He rubbed his eyes a little and yawned then followed her down towards the kitchenette. Aside from her shapely figure on his mind, he was also thinking of this Viet person. He didn't see the point in meeting him, and personally it irked him that she seemed so eager to deliver himself to him. About the only upside so far was the fact that he'd get somewhat improved wardrobe out of the deal. Still at this point in time there was no point wondering about it. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah was rooting around in the fridge for leftovers, she'd had take out a night or two ago, and she decided it would make a good breakfast. Finding it, she straightened up and closed the fridge. <span style='color:purple'>"Well, first I'm going to eat something, if you're hungry, for real food, help yourself. Then we'll go talk to a friend of mine about something to show off in for Viet, then I haven't got anything planned,"</span> she said, eating her food without heating it. Leah was already pretty sure that Medivh was not going to like what she had in mind, in fact she was positive. Politics was a nasty little game, some, like herself, were very good at it, because they were willing to do just about anything to get what they wanted, others, didn't have the stomach or the will to go for what they wanted when it came to permissions.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:green'>" fine by me, but i swear, i see a collar anywhere near me and there's going to be crater where your face used to be,"</span> he grumbled scratching his hair again before seating himself. <span style='color:green'>"so this Viet guy must be some prettty hot shit to you, given that you seem to want to take all this time to prepare for his coming,"</span> He said, taking a keen look at her face. He didn't need to be genius to tell that what she was planning was probably not something he was going to enjoy. He opted not to eat since the blood from the night previous seemed to still be kicking through him quite fiercely. <span style='color:green'>"So now that we're both up, d'you mind explaining to me little plan you've got going in your pretty little head, before i decide that its better to try and escape? you should know by now i'm not squeamish so its better to tell me then to have me in a foul mood."</span> He stopped feeling so surly after that, he was not a morning person...so to speak. He stood up walked right next to her and half mimiced pose. <span style='color:green'>"So other than that, what else we doing? I honestly hope you don't intend us to spend the whole night at a tailors,"</span> he teased. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah came around behind Medivh, her pointer gently tracing figure eights over the pulse on his neck, leaning her face close to his. <span style='color:purple'>"But you would be most dashing in a collar, a D-ring, I think, you could hold your own chain,"</span> she whispered. <span style='color:purple'>"But if you don't want to play..."</span> she drew back, still standing behind him, but not touching. <span style='color:purple'>"Viet is the master of this territory. He's like the chief of police for Vamps, the only way to get to where he is, is to kill your way to the spot. The reason why I am not the master is because I have no designs on such a position. I would hate to be thrown into the midst of the politics. So Viet lets me stay here out of respect, but I still must answer to him. By saving you, I broke one of the rules that he wished to have put in the contract, but did not because even though I have power, I rarely make new Vampdragons, my line only goes for the talented ones,"</span> she said, pausing so she could have another few bites of take out. <span style='color:purple'>"What I intend on doing, is showing up with you and EM, my living servant, and negotiating with Viet and his servant, Xiang, over your life. I must make a good show, and you must appear, mostly harmless, strong, but not strong enough to be a threat, though trust me, you will have at least four hundred years to see if you may rival Viet in strength. He is a rare sort, even for us, he feeds on your fear like blood, a cloud of dread just hangs around him, it's like breathing for him, causing low levels of fear and dread, but what's worse is one of the powers he's come into. He can rot, rot from the inside out all over you and then reform himself and he just keeps doing it over and over, it's horrible,"</span> she said, eyes distant. At some point she had put down her food and she was now hugging herself as though she was cold.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> The figure eights on his neck where tantalizing and he did little to nothing prevent it.<span style='color:green'>"I...suppose I could tolerate a collar for a little while...but only for you,"</span> he said, letting a brief grunt of pleasure escape his lips. But his moment of pleasure ended with Viets persona explained. <span style='color:green'>" Fear, what does he know of fear. I had one fear, and now that its already happened i fear nothing. I spent my whole life learning and studying the dark, there is nothing i have not seen. Like the cigarette I gave you last night, he will find me much to his disliking. Had only I access to the arsenal that lies in my family's vault, a day or two of prep and he'd be a wallowing piece of filth on the ground. if only i could access it."</span> he watched her hugging herself and instinctively put a hand on each of her shoulders. <span style='color:green'>"He even tries to harm either of us and I will show him what it truly is to be afraid. Do not forget that had I not been so arrogant last night That it could have very well been you that died.</span> He may not fear the old 'dragon, but it didn't even take a second for Medivh to hate him. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah didn't bother trying to explain that it didn't matter that Medivh may have feared nothing, that Viet could just make him fear, not fear any one thing in particular, but fear everything and nothing at the same time. That when he rotted on you, by god it was more than frightening. <span style='color:purple'>"There is only one way to kill someone of the line Viet comes from, and while you might have been able to do it while you were still alive, there is no way you could do it now. To kill him you need to set him on fire, not just a puny little match, but a nice big flamethrower, the problem with that, is that we also run the risk of burning up. We're just a little more flammable than the average 'dragon,"</span> she said sarcastically, flame could eat her line up in a matter of seconds, like an oiled wick. She also didn't bother to mention that somewhere in the back of her mind, she respected Viet, he could be childish, but he was fair. He did a good job as the master for the Black Market. She could not fault him on that, his methods were far from orthodox, but he was efficient. She looked up. <span style='color:purple'>"Shall we go to the tailor then? I'd change, but she'll have me strip, so I don't think it's worth the bother,"</span> she said, her voice lifting now that she was thinking of something other than Viet.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:green'>"shame i didn't know that sooner, i suppose i should keep the real reason i have my lighter around a secret,"</span> he thought to himself. Glad he had one more tool to fight this possible threat. <span style='color:green'>"The tailor sounds good. Actually anything in which you're stripping seems good right about now. i'm just gunna have another shower, if you don't mind." </span> He walked off in a sort of half elegant half lazy sort of manner, and concealed himself in the bathroom again, coming out 15 minuets later, looking like a shampoo commercial once again. <span style='color:green'>"Right then,"</span> he grinned. <span style='color:green'>"Lets go!"</span> </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah waited for Medivh, it was nice to have someone around that liked to keep themselves clean, brilliant in fact, she preferred the clean 'dragons to the ones that didn't take care of themselves. She lay down on the couch, burying her head in the crook of her elbow, closing her eyes and just letting herself relax, one muscle at a time, from her neck, down her back, her legs, her ankles. She felt much better, she even drifted off to sleep once more. Medivh had come out of the shower, but Leah hadn't heard a word he said. Her wings had pushed through her back, shielding her, aura spilling around her violently. She twitched and whimpered in her sleep, as though she was being hurt by an invisible hand. She stilled and stayed as such for a moment, before twisting violently, something in her spine cracked and one of her shoulders gave a sickening pop. Her body started to reform itself instantly, but she was still once more, breath heaving, wheezing, as though there wasn't enough oxygen in the room. By this point she knew she was dreaming, she was having a nightmare about Jagger, she knew it, and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't wake herself from within the dream, despite how much she wanted to.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> took little to no time for Medivhs mood to change from slacker to combat ready. She lay concealed by her wings and in obvious pain. He darted over to her like a bolt of lightning. Her breathing was heavier than he liked, almost choking really. He desperately searched his expansive memory for her scenario, and concluded that somehow she had been trapped in a dream. He could try to wake her using violence but that might make it worse. He tried for a gentle push. nothing. He tried again, nothing. He couldn't roll her over with her wings exposed, to long a process. he darted around to the front where her face lay in the crook of her arm and lifted it to see her condition. asleep. <span style='color:green'>"leehara, i don't know if you can hear me, but i'm going to have to enter your dream, i'll get you out of this."</span> His voice was serious but had underlying tones of comfort to it. He placed a hand on her cheek to comfort her. He didn't know if she felt it, but sometimes it helped. with his other hand he dug through a pouch on his left hip and drew a pen filled with a black inky substance. using the hand on her cheek he lifter her face and drew an intricate diagram on her forehead at lightning pace. Then with the same dexterity he wrote the same on his. After muttering a chant to the one of many dark gods, he placed his forehead to hers so the diagrams connected. The inky substance welded them to each other, and Medivh was thrust into leeharas' mind. The black void failed to falter him as he thought speech to her at hoping she would understand <span style='color:green'>"Leehara, its Medivh, i've connected us through a spell, if you're concious somehow just think, and i'll understand it. i don't have long, the more i stay in this the more i drain physically. What do i need to do to get you out of this nightmare?!"</span> </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>She was on the ground, underground, it was lighter than it should have been, the air smelled like a carnival, junk food, burning, sweat, dirt, and blood. Jagger knelt above her, at a first glance it appeared as though his hands were on her back, but if the brain looked long enough to make sense of the scene, it was plain that his hands were inside her back. Blood was all over the floor, all over Leah, all over the arden above her. His hands were coiled around her spine, pinching and pulling at the cords. She writhed, but made no sound, it would have prolonged the 'game'. His hands moved up her rib cage, beneath the ribs. One hand caressing the bottom of her still heart, she cried out. <span style='color:red'>"Now, now pet, we mustn't let them know what's going on, you know I'd never hurt you,"</span> her master whispered. Then she felt a ripple in the dream, the memory. These dreams were always the same because they had actually happened to her, the ripple was not comforting, the only way for her to get out was to let the memory play through, then it would let her go, if it didn't play through properly, who knew what might happen. She heard Medivh through the dream. <span style='color:purple'>You have got to be kidding me.</span> she thought out. Only realizing that Medivh would pick that up a split second later. She kicked herself mentally, then refined her natural telepathy. <span style='color:purple'>{Stay where you are, if you can't get out now then don't let Jagger see you, don't let me see you, I'll wake up soon, don't try to help, I don't want to be stuck in this night.}</span> she thought. There were many nights she did not want to be stuck in for an indefinite amount of time. This night, where she would be tortured with no hope of dying, was one of them. It was physically painful to a ridiculous degree, among other things. She didn't much care if Medivh saw her, but she wanted no anomalies to this memory, even telepathy might have done something to it, she hoped not. </span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:green'>"Do you think I'm as heartless as to leave you like this. I know whats going on, i'll get you out!"</span> He cut the spell and reality slammed back into existance. <span style='color:green'>"night terror,"</span> he thought to himself. He needed to shock her out of it. With new found herculean strength he lifted her, trying to be both swift and delicate in turning her over. He lay her down on her back. he face still contorting in pain and anguish. He didn't know what to do, physically harming her in that state could potentially make it worse, but leaving her as is would be just as bad. His heart raced. Beads of sweat began to drip from his forehead. He brushed the hair from her to observe her condition. Still weezing. He was frantic. His mind darted back and forth. what did it matter to him if this woman was hurt, she had killed him. But...she'd taken him back with her instead of leaving him to die, she offered him a second chance despite his cruelty. He bickered with her constantly, with only momentary bursts of enjoyment, yet he ached for her like he had for no other. He couldn't just leave her here...then somewhere deep inside a light flickered on in his brain. <span style='color:green'>"It couldn't be..."</span>was the only thing that was flicking through his mind at that millisecond. But the answer was clear now. He had to do it... He leaned over her, his breathing heavy. One hand on her cheek, the other bracing himself, he began to lower. If this didn't shock her then nothing would. He drew himself closer, so close that he could feel her breath on his. He swallowed his pride the best he could and spoke three words he hadn't said since the death of his parents. <span style='color:green'>"Leehara...I love you."</span> Then he moved his mouth over hers, and let his anger go as he began to kiss the first woman he had ever loved. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Jagger's hands left the inside of Leah's torso. She was roughly turned over in the dream, though she got the feeling like she was being moved in more than one way, it was a shock to her system. She groaned as the dirt and the pebbles on the floor ground into her open back. <span style='color:red'>"Come now pet, drink, you'll feel better,"</span> he said against the side of her face. <span style='color:purple'>"Please..."</span> she rasped. And Jagger was on her, bleeding at the mouth, she fed at his lips, trying to make more cuts, but at that, the dream flew apart. Leah slammed back into reality with a shark intake of breath. Then she realized her dream had begun to parallel reality. Well not really, but it was close enough for her. She pushed Medivh off her, not having heard what he had said. <span style='color:purple'>"Not that under other circumstances I might appreciate your advances, but what the hell?"</span> she said, not so much angry as very confused and feeling more than slightly violated. </span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> He skidded back and recovered himself as best he could. It was pretty evident she didn't hear what he said, and he couldn't tell if he was thrilled or dissapointed about that. His mind dropped from his confusion and reflexively went into "witty comeback" mode. <span style='color:green'>"Hell is apparently exactly where you where and I was regrettably forced to rip you out of it. Unless you wanted me to further the damage by beating you like a punching bag in attempts to wake you up, i opted to shock you awake using a much more gentle approach. Maybe next time I'll just leave you there since you seem to enjoy screaming pain that much!"</span> He was partially insulted. He did give her warning. Apparently he was just no good at the helping others sort of life, perhaps he should just stick to killing. He brushed himself off and stood a safe distance away, not looking at her directly. <span style='color:green'>"whenever you're ready to leave, I am."</span> </div></td></tr></table></div>
