Let's pick up where we left off...

[Ciarnait]

*The sound of the rain was steady upon the roof of the old Opera House. Being in the attic, so close to the stormy sky above, made the sound of the rain appear heavier than it realy was. It formed a steady, soothing rhythm that her heart soon mirrored. She nuzzled his neck, breathing in his scent as his words poured over her. It was unlike Seb to be so reassuring and gentle, and she wanted this moment to last forever. The presence of another lingered in the back of her mind however and she shivered as Seb used both arms to pull her closer to him. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture all the places and sights that Seb had seen in Rome, a part of her longing to have been there with him. Perhaps if she had gone with him and he had left Rory in charge, things might have gone differently, though she knew that there was probably nothing different that her pack mate could have done to stop the explosion at the Warehouse.

~Promise you will take me there one day? There is so much I want to see.. so many places I want to go..~ her thoughts turned to Isabella. ~ Maybe Isabella will release us of our obligations.. or perhaps she would allow a holiday.. ~

Her words trailed off while she shivered again as his hand moved up her back, over her shoulder and she succumbed to its pressure to raise her chin, her dark orbs beginning to glow a light amber as they locked with his. Again, he reassured her with his words, although his strong pressence and calm nature were all the reassurance she needed. Trembling in his arms, she smiled softly, her full lips tilting upwards while still trembling, begging for his kiss.

Her eyes lowered to look at his own lips, and although he would probably rebuff her, she leaned forward to press her hot lips against his. Her arms snaked up around his neck, gently pulling his head down towards her so that their kiss could deepen if he allowed it to. Outside a loud peal of thunder boomed, but all she heard was the sound of their own heartbeats. *

[sabis]

'He can smell them when he finds the car. While hs is no lycan of any breed, he is a hunter indeed, with senses honed through practice, not blood. Inspecting the vehicle he quickly deduces that there were two females, one of them vampire, the other lycan, and a male lycan. He still can't guess the breed, but it matters little to him. He slowly draws his blade, a katana, gleaming and polished, sharp as the day it was made, then heads off again through the warehouse, stalking from shadow the shadow. The bursts of lightning provide him with a sudden change in shadow coverage of the room, letting him stay hidden as he moves.'

'He finds stairs, and afew sniffs tell him where to find his quarry. One step at a time, slow and silent, he sneaks upstairs, hunched low and ready for a fight, stopping now and again to sniff the air to be sure he's on the right trail. At the top of the stairs he knows he's close, so he stays hidden, knowing they'll be on him soon enough.'

[subwolfer]

Turmoil fading. The chaos otherwise known as the present seemed to dissolve. His attention would focus further upon Ciarnait, his packmate. Stretching through the boundless horizon of time. His memories would tell of a past when such actions were frequent.

"We'll see if the time comes" His answer aimed for hope without locking himself into any commitment.

Feeling the breach of his lips as hers graced over them. His hand would drop from her chin, trailing down her side before reclaiming her lower back. Both arms pulling her near as he would indeed return the kiss. Golden eyes would find shelter behind closed lids as he the kiss lingered on. Fingers splayed, kneading over the small of Ciarnaits back for a moment. Another crash of lightning would be heard in the distance as the storm continued outside in a completely separate world.

Lips parting slightly, allowing his tongues escape as he graces across her lower lip before attempting to draw her lower lip back enough to nip down with ivory incisors in an attempt to capture her lower lip. Lips would curve into a bit of a playful malevolence. While his eyes would reopen, unveiling golden visuals as they glinted mirthfully.

[Ciarnait]

*Although her lips were now at the mercy of his mouth, she felt them turn upwards in a smile of sheer ecstacy as she met his tongue with her own and felt her lower lip being pulled by his teeth. Memories of their past times making love together danced behind her closed lids, as the feel of his familiar kneading on her lower back caused another ripple of delicious shivers to dance up her spine.

As her breathing quickened, she longed to come up for air in an attempt to quell the dizziness that this kiss caused, but she dare not break the kiss for fear of breaking whatever spell had settled over them. Instead, she kept one arm wrapped around his neck, while the other hand trailed down his broad shoulder, tracing over the feel of his strong bicep beneath his shirt before it found his torso and around to his back. Soon her hand had found its intended mark, as she lovingly squeezed his arse while her groin shifted subconciously towards him.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the entire warehouse, revealing the props and costumes that Isabella had pushed up against one wall to make room for her furniture. A large red chaise lounge stood not far from the two packmates, while an ornate red lamp with black fringe stood watch over the lounge, providing a warm soft light once the brightness of the lightning had faded. Thunder boomed overhead as the storm appeared to have reached its crescendo. Ciarnait knew that the storm raging within the attic however, had only just started. *

[subwolfer]

Golden orbs sheening with a malevolent glow as he held her lip between incisors for a moment longer. Releasing with another lick across her lips. Lips holding a grin upon them before leaning down to meet her lips in yet another kiss.

Hands kneading over her lower back before letting one dip down. trailing fingertips across her wast before cupping over the curves of her rump and pulling Ciarnait alittle more snug against his own form. Breaths starting to grow deeper to their seductive play.

Although the foreboding feeling of another presence would still torment the back of his mind, these feelings were pushed back past the point of conscious thought. He could fuss over the vexing feelings in the morning. This was his time to unwind, to play, to relieve the burdens of the prior days.

Gaze rolling over her form in an almost ravenous expression before venturing a glance around the room. Hands would trail back up her back and across her shoulders before fingertips slide down her arms as he starts to pull back. "come on " he directs as he relinquishes the hold of one of her arms and turns toward the red chaise lounge. Attempting to guide her forwords with his other hand.

[sabis]

'He can't track them without searching now. He's too close, and the environment too... artificial, for him to trace them any way but the old fashioned way. But at least he plans to have surprise on his side. There are several door on this floor, and stairs to a higher one.'

Ok, maybe surprise won't be quite as easy to attain. Unless... 'He fast-steps across several doorways, slashing and slicing through each one, chopping them down. the last one he breaks in, he stops and turns, ducking into another door, then hiding within the mostly empty room. Afew storage boxes and some dusty plastic-covered furniture are all that he has to hide with, but again, he moves to quickly to notice the damp streak from his soaked cloak.'

[Ciarnait]

*Lost in a world of lips, tongues, hands and panting ragged breath, Ciarnait was surpisingly relieved when he pulled away from her long enough to tell her to “come on.” Gasping for breath, she nodded and tried to move her shaking legs forward as she followed him towards the lounge.

Long lithe limbs draped over the plush red material as she smiled up at him, waiting for him to join her. It had been so long since they had last been together that she wondered if he had learnt any new moves in her absence. Knowing Seb as well as she did, she held no expectations that he would be faithful to her. Their relationship, if you could call it that, was hardly a traditional monogamous one. Still, no other man had touched her since Seb had, and her whole body tingled in anticipation of what he was about to do to her.

Thunder boomed again, followed by another flash of thunder. Ciarnait sat bolt upright as she heard another bang, this one not sounding like the sound of thunder that had preceded it. Locking eyes with Seb, she panted ~Did you hear that?~ before her own golden orbs looked towards the other end of the room, near the door. *

[subwolfer]

Standing before Ciarnait a mirthful gaze would hold steadfast upon her form. Golden gaze ravishing the curves and of her body. "You know, your are quite sexy" His words would simply vocalize a reiteration of what the body language had been saying since their kiss.

Breaths still a bit heavier then normal, flooded with anticipation. The hunter sounded again, reverberating its rumble outside. Unhindered by the storm outside he stepped forward, dissipating the distance between the two, Reaching out a hand. Fingers touching down against just above the side of ciarnaits hip just before another crash would be heard.

Watching Ciarnait bolt up as his own gaze would follow hers, landing upon the closed door. A light sigh breached his lips. After his packmates words, silence fell in place of the answer. Listening to no avail for any further clues as to who or what the noise originated from.

Huffing out a scoff of resentment for the unknown interruption as he turned to face the door. "I'll go check on Isabella." His words rolled out in a voice sparing nothing to hide the distaste of the current change in the situation before starting towards the door.

Opening the door before glancing back toward Ciarnait, Allowing a smirk to play upon his lips before speaking "Don't start without me." Passing a wink to his packmate before disappearing out of the door and making his way toward the room where they had left Isabella to rest.

[sabis]

'He stays, waiting patiently, in the room he ducked into. He watches and waits, silent, paying close attention to the sounds around him, the echoes, waiting for his targets to come and investigate the noise he made.'

[Ciarnait]

*Isabella tossed and turned, her mind a torment of nightmares about Benito dying over and over again. Her black satin sheets were a tangle around her long bare legs, her creamy satin negligee ' rumpled and in disarray. Behind closed lids, her pupils rolled back and forth as she tried to keep her eyes from seeing the terrible sights presented to her via these dreams, but although her mind was in torment, the vampire continued to sleep, undisturbed by the raging storm, the banging outside or the arrival of a werewolf curious as to her current condition. As she slept, she healed, although this did not stop random tears from sliding down her alabaster cheeks.

In the main room of the attic, Ciarnait perched uneasily on the edge of the chaise lounge. Sebs caution not to start without him, was unnecessary as almost all of her sexual desire had faded to a numb ache as most of senses tingled with impending danger. She could smell someone new that had entered their domain and she did not like this fact one little bit. Ever since leaving the airport, Ciarnait had known they were being hunted, and she feared that the hunter had now found them. Grateful for Seb's presence, she bit her bottom lip nervously, anxious to know what was about to happen.*

[subwolfer]

footsteps landing almost silently upon he floor as he makes his way down to Isabellas room. Cracking open the door just a touch as he peeks back in to where they left the Vampire sleeping. Seeing her still sleeping as his head would press through the doorway and a quick glance would scan the room before making his retreat. Closing the door with with the most gentle touch as he glanced down the hallway. Acute hearing almost seeming to strain for even the most minute noise. Nostrils flaring, drinking forth the scents carried upon the air.

Walking slowly back towards the room where Ciarnait resided though not yet making an entrance as he strains one more time. Breath holding as he listens. Something didn't feel right. The hairs on the back of his neck would almost seem to stand on end he still felt the other presence

(( heh sorry its kinda a shortly and didn't mean to take so long, just have had alot going on. ))

[sabis]

'Sniff sniff. He can smell it. The ever so faint change in the scent of the air when that door opens farther in the hallway. The smell of female, of vampyre, and of canine during mating season. That's the cue he needed. his gorgeous, silvery katana in hand, he bursts forth from his hiding room, and stares down the hall at his "opponent"....'

'He relaxes his stance almost instantly, nosing the air again. He sheathes his sword into his cloak again, crossing his arms, his body posture screaming annoyance.' A puppy. Nothing but a puppy, a female vampyre, and.. 'Sniff sniff, the scent wafts down from farther away.' A female pup. I chased you clear across the city, expecting to find some great den of evil after I found that driver's body, only to find two dogs and their master. Pitiful.

'His voice... it's like an echo from past times. His accent is deep and hearty, but garbled, a blend of various heavy European accents. None of the light, soft accents such as French touch it, but the Germanic, Gaelic, even Russian all seem to blend into this harsh, hard tone. Combined with his clothes, he is certainly a thing of the past, a presence that should not belong, but that Seb could CLEARLY feel now.'

[Rory Connery]

‘Africa?’

Rory asked sceptically.

‘Bullshit’.

He repeated.

There was no such thing, plain and simple. They were in some underground cavern in Sydney’s CBD.

Ice was rummaging behind a large ancient looking cabinet, she pulled out what looked like a long pole and began to prod the ceiling with it. A vent opened, letting in a blast of cool air. Immediately Rory’s senses were flooded with unfamiliar scents, he could smell dry earth, sand, animals he couldn’t quite place. He sneezed and scratched the tip of his nose. Ice smiled at him through cool blue eyes.

‘It’ll take you a while to get used to the smell, there’s so much life out there. Once you realise what scents belong to what, you’ll be able to cope better.’

Ice put back the pole and began rummaging through a cabinet, near the statue of Kali. She was wearing tattered jeans and a scarlet loose-fitting top.

‘The uprising was stopped? What happened with the leader?’

Perry asked, Ice clicked her tongue. She had an African accent, but spoke perfect English.

‘We killed all the Vampires, but we lost the leader, he’s a coward just like we assumed. But I have the girls tracking him as we speak.’

Perry nodded.

‘Good, he’s not like the others, he was particularly vicious.’

Ice pulled out a small and dirty old mirror; she dusted it off on her jeans and examined the mirror. Perry put his hand on Rory’s shoulder

‘Rory, Ice heads the African branch of the Enemy, The Vampires out here are different from our Vampires, they tend to take on a physically deformity once they turn, we haven’t figured out why exactly.’

Rory’s head turned curiously, he’d never heard of Vamp looking differently than they usually did.

‘What about these girls that are tracking the Vamp, what girls?’
Rory said with a sniff, he couldn’t help asking. Ice smiled warmly and began to light candles on the floor in a circle; she motioned for the two men to sit in the circle with her.

‘For uncounted generations, Vampires enslaved those who were cursed much like they were with the lupin Virus. Werewolves. This you know of course. We’ve done a similar thing in Africa, you see we have existed as long as the Vampires, we haven’t always had a name, been an organisation, but the Enemy existed, and like the Vampires and Werewolves, we had our own protection.’

At that precise moment, someone called out from one of the many corridors that led away.

‘Mistress! We’re home, we killed the leader’.

Rory caught the woman’s scent and reverted to his animal instinct, without thought, His body shifted into his lupine form. He growled, red shaggy fur bristled aggressively. A woman appeared at the door, she was beautiful, a flawless goddess, but she changed. Short black fur sprouted, tooth and claw grew savagely. She hissed.

[Ciarnait]

*Ciarnait was getting impatient. She wasn’t a patient creature at the best of times, and now, being denied the manly essence of Seb was clearly not one of the best times she could be having. Growling under her breath, she stood up and began to pace. Her heightened hearing picked up the sound of Seb returning and she felt her body relax slightly, right before she heard something else. A voice. Of an unknown.

Tensing, Ciarnait closed the distance between herself and Seb seemingly in an instant and so silent that it probably would shock Seb to find her so close, so quickly. Reaching out, she laced her fingers with his so that he could feel her pulse racing through her skin and straightened her back with a snort at hearing herself and her lover being called ‘Pups’.

~I’ll show him just how much of a rabid dog I can be!~ she snarled in Sebs’ ear, waiting for his permission to let loose. He was after all, still her Pack leader, and she could do nothing without his say so.*

(( I completely spaced and didnt realise it was my go! sorry boys!! ))

[Benito Senfetti]

NEWS FLASH

"We are interrupting our regularly scheduled broadcasts for this special report. My name is Tom Tucker (Family Guy joke, deal with it lol) and we apologize for this inconvenience but we have breaking news out of Rome, Italy. We have confirmed that Benito Senfetti, CEO of Medical and Weapons giant Senfetti Corp has been discovered by private Senfetti Corp security personnel proceeding with investigations six years in the making since the billionaire playboy's disturbing disappearance. Mr. Senfetti was reportedly discovered wandering down a jungle road in southern Sudan mal-nourished and confused about his location."

The newscast went off like clockwork, the well-dressed and neat human-male speaking words from the teleprompter like a parrot. A deeper course of action ran with the press release dictated from Benito's words and while his eyes watched the lights dotting the landscape below the roar of his private jet's engines, he began to wonder how much really had been changed since he disappeared. He was sure that his love would not be too happy with him, no matter what he may have to say about why he was gone. Something she would know is that he refused to be debriefed before he had a chance to return to Isabella and hence his current state of wonder about how the world had changed and indeed his own company and species. Benito's mind became more focused as his eyes traveled back to the LCD screen in the seat in front of him while the human newscaster turned the report over to a female reported awaiting his plane's arrival in Rome.

"Senfetti Corp. may not be a household name in the US but, here in Italy, this huge engine of progress and development is something you cannot even walk down the street and not be reminded of in either bus advertisements or billboards made to give the private company a sense of being in-touch with the public. It's CEO however, has been in the limelight since the young billionaire's take-over of the company from his father Andros Senfetti. Benito Senfetti is well known for his disappearance six years ago from his mansion here on the outskirts of Rome but, he is more well known for his insatiable night-life that has sparked more than one rumor that Benito is a modern-day vampire. Besides for being a dip into pure fantasy, this rumor is the company's public stand as a reason for Benito Senfetti's kidnapping. In a press release by Senfetti Corp, the company reported that a group of radical terrorists called simply the "Enemy" took the billionaire from his mansion and held him in a facility still undiscovered deep in the jungles of Sudan. The reasoning behind this, according to Benito himself, is that the group was convinced that Mr. Senfetti was a modern day vampire living in the plain view of the public and planning on the demise of all mankind. The International Crimes Court has begun talks with representatives from Mr. Senfetti's legal staff on filing charges and warrants regarding the group but it looks as if the litigation on the case could be long indeed and Mr. Senfetti may be waiting up to the better half of a decade to see any sort of justice spread on his behalf."

Benito's tongue ran along the form of his elongated fang as he smiled in satisfaction of what he had done. He knew of course of the funding of his enemies and that the ICC's attempts to persecute them would be long and eventually fail. But for the moment it put much needed pressure on his true enemy while he sorted out six years of pure mess that he knew lay before him. There was no denying the sway and power of his decisions and his ability to command the will and respect of his fellow vampires. Thoughts of a secret ran through his mind as his eyes began to take on that ever-memorable blue glow and his face once again twisted into that evilly handsome grin. There was work to be done amongst every facet of his life but the true reason behind his disappearance was the driving factor in his actions and though it would seem that his life should be in tatters, Benito continued to smile for his timing couldn't be more perfect if it was defined by a higher power....And perhaps...It is...