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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “It doesn’t mean that we can’t choose to rise above – to conquer the boundaries of a destiny that none of us wanted.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unsurprisingly, she sat at their table even though neither he nor Ms. Schneider invited her to do so. Yet, the Malkavian leader was much too much a king to impart rudeness on the likes of this vegan. To do so would be almost as bad as humoring a dog with human speech: a complete waste of time and effort. Her ass was hardly in the seat before she began to speak to him about the very thing that had been all over the news since the end of December. “You should really be ashamed of yourself Benjamin…with all that fucking publicity you are attracting.” A little touchy tonight, wasn’t she? Benjamin wasn’t going to stoop to her level however and merely gazed at her with lids half-concealing his eyes and that eerie smile hovering around his lips. “Ah yes, my hungry little underlings do tend to get a bit out of hand now and again. I’ve been meaning to reprimand them about it, but haven’t found the time.” He chuckled after such a comment, finding the entire thing rather funny in a way. He talked about the rest of his coven as if they were puppies that needed an old-fashioned time out, as if the entire situation that had Isabella all in a tizzy could be removed with an elegant sweep of his gloved hand. Benjamin, however, did believe this was so and couldn’t, for the undead life of him, understand just why this little vegan was worrying her blond head about it. Naomi cut in, trying to keep the peace between the pair of them, but it seemed as if the Vegetarian mistress would have none of it whatsoever. “Damnit Benjamin!” she swore, effectively knocking over the milkshake that the Malkavian king had bought her and spilling it. Righting the drink, she kept her eyes it, her hands quickly to wipe up the mess she had made in record time; a time that no human would have ever been able to pull off. “You’re going to expose us all with your recklessness! Someone is going to catch onto us and they’re going to want us all dead. It’ll be the dark ages all over again and we’ll go back to hiding in cemeteries and sleeping in coffins. You’ve read the books, seen the movies; don’t act the part of the naïve little boy! Fuck, you’ve seen more life than anyone sitting at this table. How about we extract those little pebbles of brilliance that you picked up over the years and put them to work?!” She actually acted as if she feared humans. This troubled Benjamin; to think that she, who was a well respected vampire, emphasis on the word vampire, and leader of her own coven, was afraid of their food source. Was she afraid of sleeping in coffins in cemeteries? Could she not stand being out of her cozy mansion and being an outcast? Or was it that she was just too terrified of having to face the fact that she was no longer human? More than likely, it was all of this rolled together into one single issue, an issue that she would have to come to terms with. Benjamin had done that, a very long time ago, and he never regretted a single life he took to sustain his own immortal one. Besides, he wasn’t a fan of feeding off of rats or poodles when fresh mountain lion was scratched off the menu. “Now, now, Madame Dafoe, lets not lose our heads. Things will be taken care of.” He paused a moment, and delivered the next words with a sort of dark emphasis, and his trademarked sinister grin. “You have my word.” “Yes, the word of a Malkavian prince. Your word is about as useful to me as sunlight, Benjamin. I’ll consider your word when I see proof that you’ve actually done something to rectify the situation.” And then, with the grace and speed that only a vampire could muster, Isabella was standing up behind her chair and pulling on her coat. “The only reason I warn you about this danger, Benjamin, is because, like it or not, Vegans and Malkavians share the came immortal bond. If your kind gets found out, we do as well, and considering I rather enjoy some aspects of the lifestyle and would rather continue roaming the earth as there are plenty of places I have yet to see, I’d rather keep it a secret from the humans and slayers who can kill us. However, if I have to take care of this little problem myself, I will, and your brethren will get no mercy from me.” And then, as if this were somehow amusing to the lithe female, a small smirk ascended her mouth. “Oh, why Madame, I give you all the rights you want to deal with this matter how you see fit, as I will do the same. And as for your mercy, I highly doubt they’d want or accept it, and they most definitely will not grace you with theirs. So I hope you’re well prepared for whatever it is you decide to jump into. Things could get…dangerous.” If they only knew the chords of fate that had been struck by such words traded from Malkavian King to Vegan Queen. There was indeed trouble brewing on the horizon. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “It doesn’t mean that we can’t try to retain whatever essential humanity we have left.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- M Y S W E E T E S T P O I S O N rated M for mature . an intermediate to advanced vampire rpg . over 100 canons to choose from |

