SPECIAL EVENT Bloodletting - CRYPT

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With Divia's blessing, Matthew (Edick) would lean in, kissing her upon the cheek and then jawline before he would turn to Letty, offering his arm, and if she took his would lead her off towards one of the nearby exits. Upon entering the exit, a spiral staircase greeted them, to which he would go first - being the gentleman he was. Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase he would turn offering his hand to Letty, if she were in need of any assistance.

With Letty safely on the ground, he swept his arms in front of him, "After you, my lady. We are entering the Catacombs of St Michael the Archangel's Cathedral. For millennia people have been buried in this oh, so wonderful crypt. Their remains left to rot, and abstain from life - or unlife, for eternity."
 

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Did he always talk this much? the Lasombra thought when Edick escorted her down the stairs and into the catacombs. Out of habit, perhaps - an ingrained habit when he was showing a guest and a lady around - so instead of emitting a frown, Laetitia flashed Matt a brilliant smile. "A gentleman warrior. Who cleans up very well." She murmured lightly, as they stepped onto the stone floor of the crypt proper. "I think I'm in love."

He did not answer and she did not seem to mind as she surveyed their new surroundings. "Retro Nosferatu. Not what I would have done with the place, but then again I'm not married to sun-proof shutters like you must be." With a shrug, she led him deeper within, ignoring the guards posted at the stairs and columns, some in seemingly haphazard locations. "Leave," she called out to them airily over her shoulder.

All four raised their brows in surprise. Recognizing Edick, they waited for his word, not caring for a command from a stranger, even a drop-dead gorgeous one. But the Tzimisce simply seemed to stare into his companion's eyes, mesmerized. Not knowing what else to do, one said, "Very well," and proceeded up the stairs and out the door.

As soon as the last one cleared out, Laetitia pulled Matthew toward an open sarcophagus in the rear corner of the place. When the shadows almost entirely engulfed them, the Lasombra slid down the side zipper of her dress, stepping out of it and leaving only a lacy black'n'cream bra and an intricate pair of wispy black panties. They were like a work of art - or a ribbon decorating one. When she bent to remove her shoes, creamy flesh almost spilled free.

Why give him this show? Undoubtedly, Edick was usually quick to determine people's motives. Yes, she seemed a lusty one, but he did not believe she would want him in that way. Perhaps she was truly mad? Most maddened people didn't think they were but she seemed to be proud of it.

Maybe she simply did not view stripping in front of him and making herself at home in some strange crypt, as odd. In fact, she did not see them as strangers at all.

An intricate, bejeweled gold chain around her tiny waist commanded his attention. The unusual design appeared very old, but the metal gleamed like new when she moved.

She gave him a teasing smile. "You like?"

Did he just scowl in response? If so, then he did like. Very much so.

She unfastened the back of her bra. Would she remove--

Off went her bra.

She watched him run a hand over his mouth at the sight of her high, plump breasts. Could they be any more beautiful? She imagined him spending hours tonguing those coral-pink nipples and fondling her pale flesh.

Then she leaned back against the lid of the sarcophagus propped up against the wall, raising her arms above her head and grasping her elbows.

Displaying her mouthwatering breasts and flashing a flirtatious smile that would have dropped most men to their knees, she asked in that whiskey voice, "Care to join me, mister Edick?" She winked when she said his name and rolled her hips leaving very little doubt as to what she wanted from him.
 

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"Oh, yes, indeed...miss Sforza, I do." Furrowing his brow as she asked him to join her he hesitated for only a moment before walking over to her and forcing her up against the sarcophagus. His right arm wrapping around her, his hand pressing against the center of her back for support, before he leaned into her neck and allowed his fangs to extend. Puncturing the flesh of her neck, he drew her vitae into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed as he drank her. For Science! he thought.

Pausing, he let loose a guttural moan of pleasure, and ecstasy as he relished in the taste of her - she was just as ancient as him. He leaned back in, and continued to suck, and lap at the puncture wounds of her neck. His free hand cupped her breast, and his fingers went to play with the erect coral-pink nipples atop her heavenly mounds.

He pulled her up from the sarcophagus, so as to allow her to stand freely on her own. That same hand then quickly dipped between her legs, and into the black panties she wore followed by quick strokes of his fingers as they found themselves penetrating deep inside. He finally pulled himself from her neck and watched the wound close, only particles of fresh blood left - which he quickly lapped up.

Pulling away from her he continued to massage her breasts with his left hand, while his right hand penetrated her repeatedly. His gaze locked with hers, watching for any reaction from her...
 

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The Tzimisce's boldness empowered and fueled her own. When Marcus had met her she was already a creature of adventure and passion, but as a Vampire, both senses would often give themselves up to wild abandon. It would not be long before she would get her heart to beat for him, if not to awaken a pleasant surprise then to provide him with some amusement. Her new heartbeat seemed deafening just as the rush of her desire was overwhelming.

With soft touches, she coaxed him to lean her against the wall. Curved nail cut the flesh above her breast, causing his own to heat and move. When his mouth lapped hungrily at the blood, she could feel it ...searing.

His eyes went heavy-lidded. Palming his cock through his pants, she moaned with pleasure. My gods. She suspected that he was well endowed even when flaccid, but when hard, he became a demon incarnate.

The Lasombra curved her fingers around his thick shaft and demanded he slowly thrust against her palm. In a sensual whisper, she asked, unable to contain a pleasant shudder, "Swell for me..." Stroking his length, she was almost relieved she would never have to take his uncomfortable size within her.

How many centuries has it been since he had gotten laid?

When she imagined the onslaught of lust clawing at him, her body softened. Could she still feel a desire for someone? Anyone? Especially if that someone was not her Sire and former lover? Either way, they were both overdue for a good, honest fuck. Unzipping his pants, she reached inside, thumbing the soft tip of his cock.

Did his eyes just roll back in his head?

Looking to Edick, Letty could have sworn she heard him groan.

"Does your shaft ache to be stroked? Does it throb from that hot, undeniable pressure to come? Make it heavy and tight for me -- I want to feel it close to exploding."

Brows drawn, he seemed to stare at Letty, wondering why she was tormenting him.

Because I can.

His eyes appeared to grow black. She could feel him teetering on the edge.

Five, four, three, two...

When he snatched her wrists in a vise-like grip and secured them over her head, she did not fight. When he slanted his mouth over hers, seeming to brand her with his mouth and tongue, she responded by taking his mouth deeply, possessively. When their tongues met, she moaned into the kiss, tongues twining...

The fingers of his free hand still cupped her sex, twin fingers rubbing a moan out of her.

"Matthew" --she gripped his cock hard while whispering in his ear-- "my body weeps for you coming inside me."
 

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Well, how could he say no, to that? He asked himself, inwardly, just before he found himself dropping his pants to the floor and pulling the trim of her panties to the side to allow him easy access.

Withdrawing his fingers from her, he placed his shaft in their place instead, thrusting into her harder, and harder.

Another low guttural groan escaped his throat as he continued to penetrate her, lowering his jaw to the cut she had made upon her breast.

Lips cupped around the wound, sucking at her sweet vitae, until he spilled forth into her as her body had demanded. A cool moan escaping him as he pulsated within the walls of her, draining him dry.

He'd not had her fill of her though, and as soon as he'd came, he'd started again. Pulsing quickly inside of her, holding her against the sarcophagus as he had her way with her.

As he felt himself nearing rapture, he withdrew from her, stroking himself until that bubble burst once more - a mixture of nonvolatile semen, and his vitae orgasm forth onto her bosom and chest. He allowed her name to utter from his lips as he stand in front of her, grasping his shaft and coaxing the rest of his fluid from its shaft, dripping onto the floor beneath them.

He wore a sly smirk, as he looked her up and down, "Now this is something I can paint with, my dear, and by God you are beautiful."
 

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"And I've wanted to have you from the moment I first laid my eyes on you."

A lie. She'd wanted his blood, but what's the difference?

Soft, pouty lips curled into a knowing smile. Letty stilled, basking in the afterglow of the purely carnal act, her senses drinking him in. Slowly, deftly, her hand reached out to cradle his handsome face, and something inside her chest twisted. Those lips . . . his lips were not her Sire's. And yet, here he was, teaching her that she could desire and need... another.

This Tzimisce. A man she only just met. With his passionate, treacherous touch.

She wanted to teach him, as well. To demonstrate why she was a woman to be desired. That she had strength enough for both of them. He would listen to her kisses--just as he did to her blood. She licked one of his fangs. The instant her blood hit his tongue, his body seemed to stiffen.

They both went motionless. Heartbeat... heartbeat... heartbeat...

"Ummm!" She cried out, lapping at him, forcing him into the kiss, giving into him as he was giving to her. Gripping his hips, she pulled him inside her, the top of his shaft - still hard - meeting the softness of her tight, moist sex...

That was all it took.

She screamed against his mouth. Her orgasm made her suck on his tongue and rock her hips against him, her slickened pussy slipping from the base to the crown.

Ecstasy.

She felt him shudder, on the verge of coming instantaneously. Her hips continued to undulate, eyes sliding closed. Blood spilled from the corner of her lips as she brought her fangs down upon them. Mindless.

Voice thick, she murmured, "You'd drink me till eternity, if I let you. Become a little glutton for it."

Pierce me day and night... drink me alone, forever.

She licked her lips as her hands dipped to caress his body. Blood trickled from her chin, hitting her breast. Her vitae had never looked blacker than against her peaches and cream complexion. Like paper inscribed with ink, her flesh was marked by him. Marked with his scent. Snapping her hips to action, Letty's body fevered for its own release.

She was right on the edge, hair wild, eyes black with need, lips glistening from blood. Plumped breasts quivering.

He would never forget the sight of her like this. Not even if he lived for another millennia. He would never see anything so stunning.

She would make him wish she was his mate.

But for now, she felt weak, hadn't consumed enough of his blood. Her undeniable urge to come battled an inexplicable need to feed. Slicing the side of his neck, she pulled him down to her mouth - arms coiling around him. She would hear him growl as her fangs sank in so slowly... penetrating his flesh like leisurely lay.

Lids heavy, she stared at the ceiling, struggling to process everything that happened, what she was feeling. As her bite made them both come, she nearly screamed his name. Instead, she clasped him tightly to her, and rocked him, as she fed.
 

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As they finished together Matt cackled, listening to it echo throughout the crypt, smirking wryly as he looked over her. "Wow." was just about all he could muster as he nuzzled into the groove of her neck. They rested there with each other in their arms for several minutes before finally pulling away from one another. They dressed together, and gathered there things when suddenly footsteps could be heard on the staircase 'round the corner.

It was one of the guards that had apparently been sent with a message to relay. "Sir? You are needed upstairs, a message from the Autarch I'm afraid. Something about it being time to please his Highness."

Though the guard could not see them, due to both being around the corner, and Matt, and Letty being in a dark corner to boot, he turned to her with excitement in his voice, "I'll be right back! I'm needed elsewhere for but a moment, I'm afraid! Feel free to continue on with the tour, and I will join up with you shortly to finish!" She acknowledged him with a grin of her own, and a giggle, twirling about in all her beauty.

Matt began to leave before he stopped and turned near the edge of the shadow of the cubby they had shared their intimacy in, "Oh, and I do believe there is a new fancy piece that He had placed in one of the lower portions of the crypt somewhere around here. I hear it's a treat, should I find you there, we can most certainly continue where we left off."

He blew her a kiss with a giggle before finally rounding the bend, and making his way back upstairs to join the rest of the guests, and to see about this message from the 'Autarch'...

Meanwhile, after Letty had acknowledged some fancy piece that her Sire had put on display, she quietly wandered the grounds of the crypt slowly on her ways towards the Baphomet that Marcus had installed. Dragging her hand along the walls as she wandered, humming to herself quietly when she'd heard what sounded like the lid of a sarcophagus moving.

Her interest piqued, she followed the sound to another dark corner where a single sarcophagus lay dormant except for that lid trembling...she smelled her before she emerged frightened from her resting place. A female vampire, but the age of a teenager - between 13 and 15 years of age... Laetitia bared her fangs ready to strike when she heard another noise just behind her.

"Stop!" It was Tristan's voice that rang throughout the small alcove of the crypt they now stood in. He stood there watching both of the female vampires, Letty with her fangs bared, and the child seemingly scared out of her mind.

He grunted looking over Letty once, "What do you think you're doing? Leave her be."

Letty giggled covering her mouth as she did so, "Oh, how cute, defending the abomination?"

Tristan chuckled shaking his head, "No, this one for the Autarch and why I am down here. Step aside, or I'll be forced to subdue you temporarily."
Inwardly, he was actually here to save her, and put her out into the world as she should be - but it didn't hurt to cover his own ass every now, and then...

He locked gazes with Letty, waiting for her response which came sooner than he'd expected, "Tough, because I'm not moving, and she's not going to Marcus. She's mine."

Did he ever hear he phrase, 'finders keepers'? Pity. He was about to learn it, the hard way.
 

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"This is your last chance. Give me the Kindred and I will spare your life."

Tristan drawled, "Like I've never heard that one before." The woman did not intimidate him. In his long life, he had killed many like her. Arrogant. Prideful. Taking her out would bring the Toreador little joy, but it had to be done. The Autarch was waiting for his Bloodletting sacrifice.

Doing my part for the environment.

"You think you can take me? Come, then - let's dance."

Broken record.

They were both Elders, probably more than evenly matched, Letty considered. But the Lasombra had just fed, and on the blood of another Elder, no less - she had the advantage, unbeknownst to the clown barring her way.

"Run back to your Sire," Tristan said. "No need to mourn or celebrate any more deaths tonight - save one." Blue gaze dipped to the cowering Kindred teen, wishing she would crawl the hell out of there and run while she had the chance.

"Ah, yes. This must be the feeble banter portion of the fight."

A quiet rage simmered inside Laetitia. Her mind grew tunnel-visioned. Everything around her slowed until every sound in the crypt reverberated with a thick, ponderous echo - like clocks ticking in oil.

The Toreador will slash with the claws of his dominant left hand. I'll slice at his arm with my right, use my left to sever his jugular. Or... coward will hesitantly attack from behind. A kick backward will connect with his chest and crush his rib cage. Alternatively, he might snatch up a stone bench, swinging while I punch through his chest and remove his heart.

Grabbing at one of the torches from a nearby wall sconce, Laetitia snapped the wood in half, tossing the thicker end to the ground - the fire dying out shortly after. The bottom half - now a sharp, jagged edge stake in hand. Raising it, she beckoned Tristan onward, a salacious grin playing on her sensuous lips.

"You've erred for ill." Laetitia bared her fangs. "Now you get to die."
 

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Furrowing his brow in anger, and baring his teeth, he grabbed his own makeshift stake from one of the torches too.

Rushing forward Tristan sent a flurry of actions towards the female Kindred which she seemingly fended off with ease before winding up on his back and putting him into a choke hold only to then send her knee directly into the crook of his spine.

Sending him forward and bent over Tristan attempted to recover only to be met with a bone crunching kick to his rib cage which sent him into the nearest wall and unable to breath if he had been a human. Crumbling to the floor, he picked himself up and caught the incoming punch. Countering with his own sweeping kick which sent Letty to the floor sprawling. He sent an axe kick for her jaw which connected, breaking her jaw in several places.

He chuckled, looking her over just as she rolled into him, feeling pain in his balls before finding himself splayed across the ground from some suplex move she had just invented on the spot, or so it seemed, he wasn't quite sure.

The next moments that followed were a blur of actions with neither landing a flush hit upon the other - instead they were able to easily deflect, parry, or block one anothers advances. Suddenly, Tristan found himself immobilized as monstrous black tentacles rose from seemingly nowhere and seized his limbs preventing him from moving.

Panic-stricken he attempted to throw them off at any cost but to no avail, Letty stood there smirking wryly at him. Infuriated, and knowing there was nothing he could do but hope that someone either found him or interrupted their little game before it was far too late. And far too late it was, he watched as Letty drove her makeshift-stake into his heart, instantly incapacitating Tristan.

The tendrils disappeared, Tristan fell to the floor immobile and lifeless, as Letty let loose a frightening cackle of triumph, and jubilation. He felt her fangs before he could even see them, and knew that his death was upon him. Moments later however, Letty was nowhere to be found or heard, and Tristan was still here...just as motionless as before but all the more powerless, yet at least...alive.

  • Letty & Tristan both use Celerity.
  • Letty uses Obtenebration Lv. 3 Arms of the Abyss
  • Tristan enters Incapacitated state upon being staked.
  • Tristan enters Torpor state upon being drained of his vitae.
 

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Having drained Tristan of his blood, Laetitia let the body of the hapless Toreador slump to the ground. To her dismay, she noticed that her Sire's 'sacrifice' managed to flee the premises, although she probably could not have gone far. Pulling a dagger from the confines of a sheath mounted high on her thigh belt, she held it high, looming over Krauss. There was just one thing left to do... That's right. No loose ends in her wake. Her face dripping with Tristan's blood, Letty wiped chin as she stepped closer, poised to strike.

Her dramatic effect was quite destroyed when a voice spoke from the rear of the crypt, a voice that was beautifully modulated and tinged with a decidedly foreign accent which Laetitia could not place. "I am glad I am in time, my lady,," said Silas of the Maledictus.

The Lasombra turned, her face showing the dazed stupidity that often comes with being wakened from a pleasant reverie. Her movements were jerky, and the momentum of her ferocity faltered.

Silas moved through the crypt toward the terrible scene of violence and mayhem. All of the elegant frippery of manner had vanished with his splendid clothes. Now his movements suited the light trench coat of black leather worn over tight woolen trousers that were also black. His shoes matched the said ensemble while the simple shirt under his coat was adorned with Russian embroidery showing a pattern of steppe wildflowers known as tulips. He carried no blade or any other weapon, and was alone.

Laetitia watched him, wrath showing in her narrowed eyes and malicious smile. She nodded in acknowledgment, "Silas," she said. "I did not think you would dare to show your face here, of all places . . ."

The Tremere inclined his head. "I have told you before, not to doubt me . . . "

"I was not aware you had an invitation."

Bewildered, Laetitia stewed in her own rage. How Silas had made his way in here, she had no clue. By now, the Tremere would have taken in the crypt and its uses when he had entered it, and now he was undoubtedly preparing to deal with its only inhabitant. Just as the thought had come and gone, Letty saw Silas touch a small locket-like receptacle that hung on a chain around his neck.

The Lasombra had already raised her dagger and was about to make a sudden rush, when Silas' arm shot out, seized her shoulder, not to hold her back, but to pull her forward, sending her hurtling past the Tremere to crash into the ruined pillar at the back of the crypt.

Silas glanced toward his prey, then directed his intense gaze upward, as if attempting to penetrate the ceiling. "How absurd you are," he said lightly. "You should see your Sire's guests gathered up there in their fine costumes, if you can call them that, pecking away at a dump of mortal flesh." Pausing for a moment, he stepped into the shadows, obscuring himself temporarily from Laetitia's field of vision.

"You are so foolish. Do you think that you will enhance your place in this world, obtain power and position, by following Marcus Valerian? It is HIS position and power that your profane offices enhance. It is HIS desires that are met. And you, thinking that you get these things for yourselves, give yourself to him without question. If I were the one you worship, I would think poorly of your practices."

Laetita finally managed to scramble to her feet. "You think I am stupid? You, who came here with nothing and no one to protect you . . . ?"

A sudden noise behind her made the Lasombra turn, and in that moment she cursed herself for not being sure that Silas had in fact, come alone, for now the leader of the Maledictus was rushing toward her, and although he carried no blade, there was a wickedly broken piece of planking in his hands, and this he held ready to strike.

At that moment, there was a commotion all around her. Shadows moved and took form, their initial clumsiness rupturing with the explosiveness of a Dutch dyke bursting to let in the sea. With an awful hiss, the silk-robed Blood Mages circled their target, then flung themselves at Laetitia Sforza....
 

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Silas' headlong rush almost reached fruition. La Sforza was surrounded by Maledictus mages, and though she plucked them away easily, she could not free herself of them. But then she tripped and fell, the dagger she carried dropping from her hands in a resounding clang. Her rage flared anew, desiring suffering in which to be slaked.

Even that was to be denied her. Silas grabbed Letty by her hair and tugged, wanting to deliver a series of sharp blows to her throat. He felt a clump of the slightly curling fiery auburn hair pull out of Laetitia's scalp. Then he winced as her beautiful small hands reached back and fixed themselves to her arms at the elbow, tightening, tightening, until there was a giving way, and Silas screamed just before letting go. La Sforza spun around, turning one of the mages so she could pin his arms behind him and in a fast, clean upward snap of her knee, broke the wretch's spine, temporarily immobilizing the man.

Though she resisted with frantic strength, Letty was being drawn inexorably nearer to Silas' deadly hands. She wondered why the Tremere hadn't used his blood magic mojo in her yet, but perhaps he was just waiting for the right moment. Whatever that was going to be!?

"I am going to destroy you," the Lasombra said slowly and distinctly, and Silas heard the words over the din of groans, shouts, and oaths.

Another Maledictus mage took two of the torches off the wall and held them before him like short swords. He motioned to his Circle confederates aside and began to move in on Laetitia, brandishing the torches in the Lasombra's face.

Although the Circle began to converge on Marcus' childe, she met the threat calmly. She had judiciously avoided the torches, her agility and speed more than once catching her opponent off guard and forcing him to retreat.

"If you hold her, I will burn her," the man shouted to his fellows.

Laetitia heard these words, but said nothing. Instead, she fell back some little way from his attacker, as if seeking to escape the torches and the men who fanned out to capture her. But this was deceptive. Quite suddenly, and without warning of any kind, she threw herself to the floor and rolled swiftly toward his opponent's feet. As she paused under the man's legs, she reached up and delivered sharp blows to the back of his knees.

While La Sforza rolled beyond, her attacker fell forward heavily onto the torches he carried. He made a ghastly scream as the flames licked at the obsidian silk robe he wore. The gory sight did not seem to deter his cohorts. Fanning away from the burning ball of flesh, they came at the Lasombra from both sides once more. Grabbing the marble top of the nearest sarcophagus, Letty lifted it into the air by shoulder and thigh, then, using it as a battering ram, brought it down full force against the nearest two assassins, who fell back, bruised.

"Fall back!" Silas shouted, and his Circle obeyed, keeping themselves beyond the range of La Sforza's deadly hands and feet. "Now," the Tremere said, raising his hands as if about to utter some kind of invocation. Laetitia moved cautiously toward the stairway, then stopped as she felt the sudden urge to expel things from her body. Her mouth opened, albeit involuntarily as she began to eject blood.... even so, she attempted to move toward the stairs, every step commanding all of her effort, Celerity failing her completely. As did her voice. Unable to scream, she lifted her thoughts up to her Maker.

Marcus... Sire... Help... me...

Silas continued his sinister ritual, moving his hands toward the Lasombra as she stumbled away, muttering curses between bouts of regurgitation. All around her, the floor was riddled with vampire blood.

"I am loath to leave you, my dear," Silas spoke, his voice lifting to be heard above the noise emitted by the Lasombra's violent purging. "I wish I could give you time to contemplate the vengeance I am about to take on you and your sire... but I fear our little encounter must end." He made an insulting, albeit magnificent bow and began enacting the final ritual. Weakened and disoriented, the Lasombra stumbled and fell back, finding momentary support against the wall. It would not be enough. She was out of time. As elaborate and seemingly pointless the mass attack had been, her final demise would at last come to be.

In a few moments, Laetitia would hear a door slam shut, and the uncompromising sound of a bolt driven home. She looked at the figure of Silas that was inching steadily toward her, devouring her once lovely image while gesturing something inarticulate with his hands. She felt herself being flung away from the wall, landing somewhere near another body, likely Tristan's. Her first and only victim of the night. There would be none other.

She felt some hands on her, cold... light. Choking on her blood, she made no effort to open her eyes, Every atrophied muscle tensing in an effort to stop the fresh threat of regurgitation. Just then, she began to feel herself expanding... growing... in spite of knowing it was impossible. And as her remaining vitae exploded within each and every bulging vein, the vampire's last thoughts were of Marcus, and Florence... and the empire he promised to rule with her for two thousand years...

Silas used the following Path of Blood rituals vs Laetitia Sforza:
Purge: Nearby enemies will vomit blood, causing damage
Blood Boil: The target's blood is heated to a boil, causing them to explode, damaging nearby targets
RESULT: Laetitia Sforza meets Final Death.
3x Purge, 3x Blood Boil
 

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ST Decision: Laetitia has found her Final Death upon failure to resist and/or absorb the damage inflicted upon her.
 

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Ursula wasted no time heading down the staircase leading down to the crypt. The first thing to assault her Kindred senses - was blood. The whole place reeked of it, although it seemed to concentrate in a specific area, from which it sought to infuse the entire underground chamber. Something definitely went on in here and it did not smell right, not even to a vampire. Or perhaps, ESPECIALLY to a vampire. Just to make sure there was no one about, even as her senses told her there wasn't, Urs called out into the darkness...

"Tristan?"

Silence answered her. Now walking in deeper, her eyes fully adjusted to her new surroundings, the Toreador began approaching the far end of the crypt, seeing torches laying on the ground, and splinters of wood everywhere. Her entourage followed, flanking Ursula with utmost care. As she moved toward the south-east corner of the large room, she saw pieces of torn black cloth strewn about, and bigger piles of blood lining her path...

"Careful here."

The first body she saw was that of a female, scantily clad and motionless. Pale as chalk, Urs noted upon closer observation as she leaned over the woman.

Completely drained of blood.

But there was something else. Her body was not right. No... her body was missing the head! Where was it??

"Find her head, you - go." Gesturing to the first enforcer to her right, Urs straightened up and walked over a couple of steps to find the corpse's discarded clothing. It was Laetitia Sforza's crimson dress. The victim was Marcus' Childe. The Toreador's face turned to a mask of anguish, as she picked up the garment and lay it over the female's headless form. In the meantime, the man sent to retrieve the head came back, holding it up and away from him, clearly disgusted by the sight.

"Lay it down next to the neck, gently. Don't touch anything else."

The man did as bid, his eyes now reflecting something else entirely, Ursula observed. Fear. The man was absolutely scared out of his wits. And now, so was she, though the Toreador did her best to hold herself together. Did Tristan do this!? No, he could not have. Her husband was loyal to Marcus, he knew that taking down his offspring would mean Final Death. And Laetitia was no featherweight, either. Whoever did this, had to have significant power at his or her command.

Motioning to another member of her escort, she bid him stay and guard the body as she moved to the other corner of the crypt. She did not get far. There he was, Tristan Arthur Krauss, laying prone and face down on the cold stone floor. Without hesitation, she gestured for her companion's assistance.

"Quick; help me turn him over."

Once that was done, she saw that his skin too, was ghastly pale - far more so, than usual - and that he gave no signs of life. But his head was attached to him still, Urs comforted herself inwardly. He was not dead, no - Tristan was in a state of deep slumber or hibernation of some kind. He too, seemed to have lost quite a bit of blood. Maybe most of it, if not all, she realized, attempting not to panic.

Tristan's flesh had started to take on the look of a mummified corpse... his skin contracting around the bones, the eyes drying out and sinking deep into their sockets. As she ran her fingertips lightly over his blonde hair, she noted how fine and brittle it seemed. The muscles of his fine mouth began to retreat, forming a rictus around the teeth. The appearance was truly grotesque, and yet... all Ursula could see before her, was the man she loved.

"I will stay here with him; go upstairs and get Wasyli Sobieski here, with as many men as he can muster. Get him NOW!" And as the man was about to rush off, she quickly grabbed his wrist for one last thing she remembered and wanted to tell him. "Do not go through the Autarch, understand? We must secure this area first, before he is to enter."

With the enforcer nodding his understanding, Urs released his wrist and continued to stand, silent and watchful, over her husband's seemingly lifeless form.
 

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#15
Taking him merely seconds to arrive on the scene, thanks to his supernatural speed and agility, he came to a stop looming over Tristan and Urs.

Looking to the guards around them and to Urs he inquired, "What. Happened. How were they not heard, seen, or otherwise in any shape or form seen after until just now?"

He turned to the guards infuriated, "Were you not all assigned posts to this damned place? Yet we have a Kindred who's met their untimely demise, and one who's nearly so, and also your boss."

Looking to Urs, "You do not need to see him like this, head back upstairs, and take Elena home. I will oversee this, and take care of it. We will find out who did this, and what exactly has happened."

He explained further to her, "He is fine. He will recover within a few days, and I will be able to shed more light, and details on the issue at hand later tonight when we have all met back at home. Until then however, it is best you head home, and simply know that he's going to be fine."

Looking to the female that had been decapitated, "She however, is not, and it is peculiar that one has been permitted death, whilst the other has been left in this most heinous state."

Celerity activated.
 

Urs Bellefleur

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#16
Ursula was quite relieved to see Wasyli come so promptly. Not that there was ever any doubt that he would tarry. The man's work ethic was immaculate; she could only imagine what it was like when he was still a mortal.

"All of the enforcers that were supposed to be guarding the crypt were found upstairs, by me. Dining. I took them back after having noticed that Tristan was nowhere about and figured he was either in the Library or the Crypt. We came here first and found Laetitia Sforza's body... and then the head."

Frowning deeply, she looked to Wasyli's infuriated face. "I have a feeling they were told to leave. These are your people, Wasyli - and they would not simply take off because they were feeling peckish. And the only person that had the power to make them leave, aside from you or Marcus, was an Erebos elder, so I gather that either Tristan, Laetitia or any other Elder that might have been down here after the Bloodletting started.... would have commanded them to leave. But as to why, I couldn't say."

Taking a moment, to process what Wasyli said about Tristan and onward, the Toreador nodded slowly - although she was not too keen on leaving Tristan here. What if something worse befell him now that he was completely vulnerable? Yet Wasyli's reassurance immediately seeped into her mind, once again putting the latter at ease.

"Alright. I will go upstairs and see about taking Elena home. I trust you will take care of relaying to Marcus, the horrible news of his Childe's passing."

She did not wait for Wasyli's reply. If the Ventrue said he would take care of everything, then he would do as he said. Taking one last look at Tristan's silent, motionless form, Urs knelt down beside him and placed a soft kiss to her husband's cold, hollow cheek. Rising to her feet, she squeezed Wasyli's upper arm with undisguised affection and moved up the stairs to find her wayward 'step-Childe'.


Urs exits scene. To be continued in the Main Bloodletting thread.
 

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Wasyli nodded his thanks to Ursula's calm demeanor in this time of crisis. With a level head on his shoulders, he looked over the guardsmen, "For now we need to secure the Crypt, and ensure that whoever made this mess is actually gone. Then we'll notify the Autarch, and conduct a full investigation - including the line of questioning I want answered most of all - who told you to vacate this damn tomb."

Motioning with his right hand, he watched as the guards began to sweep through the crypt. Meanwhile, Wasyli looked over Tristan and to Letty, both corpses disgusting and frightening to most. He sighed audibly now alone, as he knelt low and placed a hand over the stake that currently impaled Tristan. He gripped it tightly and then let go, rather make shift and crude piece of weaponry, he thought. Explained by the splintered and fractured wood chairs in all likelihood.

Several moments later the sentries returned to the main scene of the crime without any sign of intruder or murderer. Nodding he spoke gruffly, "Remove the bodies, let's clean this up. Take care with Tristan, get him home, and whatever you do, do not remove the stake - or else it will cost you, literally your life."

With that Wasyli carefully stepped over the corpses, and pools of blood, before ascending the stairs back to the main Cathedral, simultaneously the sentries got to work cleaning the mess, and removing the bodies from their positions. Letty's being hauled to be dealt with and perhaps properly buried, whilst Tristan was on his way home.

Wasyli exits the Crypt scene temporarily and will continue in the main Cathedral.
 

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#18
Wasyli lead the way with Marcus behind him, twirling down the oh so lovely spiral staircase into the crypt of the Cathedral.
He marched onward and directly for the scene that had terrified Ursula, and even admittedly himself earlier this night.
Rounding several bends, and corners, before finally he came to a stop with two pools of blood before them.

Pointing to the spot where Laetitia's body used to lie, "Your Childe I am afraid was put to her Final Death this night," and pointing to the second pool of blood, "Tristan as well it seems was engaged in the altercation however, left alive. I have had Laetitia's body removed, and it is currently under guard meanwhile Tristan's been vacated to his estate and is also under protection. How we proceed from here, is at your discretion. I do not have much details as to why or what happened other than it has happened. She was found here, decapitated, with Tristan staked, and well into rigamortis suggesting he was at the very least drained of his own blood - by whom I wouldn't have a guess in the world."
 

Marcus Valerian

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#19
"My Childe... has met her Final Death?" Marcus stated as a matter-of-factly- even if every fiber of his consciousness felt like it was dying. Tristan Krauss was the other name he heard, although it was not nearly as close to what he expected at the time he moved to examine the corpse of Laetitia Sforza. "She was here once," he remarked, referencing the past. "I will not have her laid to rest without me being there, period. Understand?!" Marcus Julius Valerian was pretty clear upon what he wanted. Rules and all.

"Place her head next ot her neck and transfer it to the Raven where I can deal with her passing with all due honor of an Elder that she was. Period."
 

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#20
Motioning for Storm to follow, he made his way over to the entrance of the Crypt. He'd wait for Storm to catch up, and would begin to slowly descend down the stairs. Spiraling down the old metal stairs, he would reach the bottom and stop, listening for any sort of sound that might give a direction. But it wasn't sound that he detected first...but blood. The Crypt reeked of spilled vitae. Instinctively, his hand made for the holster of his flintlock pistol.

Chastising himself mentally for such a display, he removed his hand from the weapon. Turning his head to look at Storm, he quietly told her, "Follow me." He'd let his Auspex lead the way as he went further into the Crypt. Following his heightened sense of smell, he would soon come upon the scene of what had to be a bloody murder, but no body or bodies. Though he did see the Autarch and Wasyli conversing.

He said nothing, just stood there taking in the scene in his ridiculous 18th Century Spanish Officer uniform. He dropped Auspex as he waited for his and Storm's presence to be noticed. He had a pretty good idea what might have happened - and he hoped to God he was wrong.

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