A Visitation (Ziva)

[The Saint]

Mr. Nothing was out at midnight in the sewer tunnels. The particular path he was taking this night lead him to 'The Edge', a club owned by his good friend Ziva. He made his was to the tunnel that ran just under her club. From here he could smell the stink of the beer and alcohol that the humans who did come inside fed from. He looked up to the manhole that lead up right behind her restaurant.

He was obsfucated so no one could see him as he climbed out of the sewer, nearly naked save a pair of ripped blue jeans that revealed alot of his yellow parchment skin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key she had made for him and unlocked the back door. He then made his way to a supply closet nearby and kneeled down by the floor. He pulled up a secret door in the floor and pulled out a suit and mask from it. He quickly put the outfit on, then made made his way to Ziva's office. Once inside his made himself visible and took a seat in the corner of her office, hidden by shadows and waited for his friend.

[Kiala]

Ziva walks into her office, her boots clip clipping on the floor. She takes the key out to unlock the door, and notices it is already unlocked. She frowns to herself and opens then door, a knife in her hand. She stepped into the room and turned the light on, and noticed the shadow in the corner. She grins and motions the person she had brought with her into the room. A rtaher atractive young woman. A member of Ziva's own herd.

She pulls the young womans blouse down and lowers her head and bites down and begins drinking, her eye's glued to the shadow in the corner as she feeds. Her hands roam the blondes body. She knows who is watching and just waits for him to make himself known. Her fangs arent in the side of the girls neck, but much lower. An interesting way to feed.

The blonde seemed to be enjoying herself as well.

[The Saint]

Mr. Nothing knows he's been seen. He wasn't really trying to hide. If he were trying to hide no one would've seen him. He instead watches her have her way with the woman, then sits forward his mask being seen in the light. "Interesting way to perform the 'kiss', my dear Ziva." His voice rings out, one of the few things he had that was not corrupted by the embrace. "Do you plan on sharing?"

The haunt would stand up, looking like something from a masquerade ball and step forward out of the shadows. The woman looked surprised but not terrified to see him. Just the shock of seeing someone step out from somewhere you didn't think anyone was. The shock however was brief as the 'kiss' was keeping her wracked in euphoric pleasure that she could not concentrate long on her surprise. Mr. Nothing simply stood where he was waiting either for her to finish or an invite. Either way, he would not forget his manners in front of a friend as he would before someone like the Prince.

[Kiala]

Ziva stops feeding, and grins at Mr. N with her blood stained teeth--"do you mind Marsha dear?"-- Marsha shakes her head--"I will give you some of my own blood when we are done, so you will be fine. We'll be carefull"--Ziva motions for her friend to take the girls neck and resumes her feeding. As soon as they are down she licks the wound she made, sealing it waiting for Mr.Nothing to do the same before half suporting Marsha to a chair.

Ziva slashes her own wrist and then presses it to Marsha's lips--"Drink my pet"--Ziva says as she runs her fingers through the womans hair, and pulls her blouse back up. As soon as Marsha is lucid and no longer pail she helps her up--"than k you my dear...go to the VIP area. Tell them to get you something to eat and drink.

As soon as Marsha was gone, she sits and offer's her friend a seat in an identical chair or nearly black dark wood, and blood red leather. She poured them each a glass of blood wine despite haveing just fed--"to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit my friend"

[The Saint]

Mr. Nothing walked behind the girl and removed his mask. "Please don't look back. It's for your own good." The haunt warned as he sunk his fangs into her neck. He had already fed a little earlier and so he didn't take much. He then pulled back and put his mask back on once he had taken what he wanted. He then looked up at his friend.

The Haunt walked over to a chair and sat down. He crossed one leg over atop of another and placed his hands neatly on his knee. "I am here, because I have information. Information, I'm embarrassed to say that the Prince will find out before I can sell it to him. However I can sell him the specifics. He only knows the broad of it. This information, however, is useful to both of us." He waited for a moment for the ghoul to leave the room. He then pulled off his mask and set it on the table beside him. His dark blackhole eyes would stare in her general direction.

"What I have found out... my dear... is that the Sabbat have set foot in New York City. That is what the Prince will know soon. He will also know that the Sabbat that have are Malkavian. What he does not know is that the Sabbat that has is a pack leader by the name of Levi Crossland, but goes by the name Levi Cross, and that he has a military stockpile capable of arming a couple hundred Sabbat kindred to the teeth, though most of the weaponry is outdated at latest from World War 2 and earliest the Civil War." Mr. Nothing stated this all very matter of factly. "We may all be in danger."

[Kiala]

"Julian wont be concerend. He never is. At the very least it will mean work for you and me...and he knows we dont come cheep either. Who is it that is about the inform the prince before you can?"--Ziva sips her own wine to compensate for the small amount of blood she just gave too Marsha to keep the girl from feinting.

"This could be good for us though...as a whole. There are many who are getting bored for lack of work. This might be very good for buisness"-- She drains her wine and sets the glass down. She looks at her wrist and frowns and picks up a napkin to whipe the blood. She then looks in her mirror to make sure there is no blood left.

"I doubt danger...the Sabbat are sloppy and will more than likely they will all be dead, wither by our hand or those of 'hunters"--she says the last word with distaste.

[The Saint]

He smiles and grabs a hankerchief from a top pocket. He then wipes the corners of his mouth. "Well we'll certainly see. Malkavians are never as predictable as one would think. This might be the one OCD Malkavian Antitribu who could take the Prince down." He then folded it and placed it back in his pocket. "And the one who has informed the Prince is, once more I am ashamed to say, the Brujah Primogen. She had a run in with the loon's crew."

Mr. Nothing watched her carefully, his eyes cataloging her every little move and gesture. He then looked to the door. "But you are right. This information could prove quite profitable for our organization. But one thing I will mention is the Malkavian is a fleshcrafter." He added.

[Kiala]

"Violet you say??..good. She is a friend. Do not underestimate her my friend. She is far smarter than you might normly give a brujah credit for. Then there is the fact that she could have most anyone dead in three shot's"--she pours herelf another glass of blood wine and offers a refill to Mr. Nobody.

She sits for a moment thinking. It had been a long and lucrative friendship. She lookes at him over her steapaled fingers.--"I hate to be a discourtious host my friend...but can you go and see the prince this night....Violet has a meeting with the prince, and there is likely to be more Primogen there"--she drains her cup again, fully satisfied now.

[The Saint]

Mr. Nobody declined the refill. He was good where he was. "Thank you, but no thank, my dear." He said, pushing a lock of his wig's hair back. "I credit myself with being more tactful than most. She may kill you in three shots, but I pride myself in being able to slit ones throat before I am even detected." He propped up his head slightly in a haughty pose.

Then the mention of the prince came and he gave a sullen look. "My dear, Ziva, You are anything but disgracious. Allowing a Nosferatu within your presence is a true sign of trust, graciousness, and above all, humility. What would you like me to do though? Give him the information for free? If I went around telling people things for free I'd be a very poor Nosferatu." He said, grabbing his mask and placing it firmly against his face.

[Kiala]

"No...never for free..but go and offer for the usual price though this information could likely go for more"--she smiled at her old friend again--"You will need a gift for the prince, you know how he is...I know just the thing"--she rises and walks gracefully to her personal wine cabnet and removes a bottle of 100yr old blood wine. It wasnt the usual ventage given to Julian by her.--"It is his favorite Vintage..though I have never given him a bottle because it is alos a favorite of mine...I still have another ten bottles"

She walks over to the Nosforatu and before he can place his mask on his face once more she eans over and gently kisses his withered cheek.--"You are always most welcome here my friend. If you were to ask it, I would allow you to stay within my layer bellow this very club so that you didn't have to live in the sewers like some rat"

She straitens--"Deal with the prince as you see best my friend...then again, you always do"--as he stands she straitens his coat--"travel fast, travel safe, and may the shadows hide you"

[The Saint]

The Nosferatu took the bottle firmly in his gnarled hand and looked at it. "Such a fine treat. The Prince does not deserve it." He said with a distasteful humor in his voice. "But one must do, what one must do to stay alive in this wretched city." He said. He then pulled his mask off to pull the straps out so he could attach it to his face.

When he was about to place his mask back upon his visage, as she was straightening his coat she placed a kiss upon his cheek. The old Nosferatu smiled a wretched smile and put the mask on, shocked as he was. "Gee, Ziva. And here I was thinking you didn't go for the old wrinkled type." He jested, adjusting his wig. He then nodded to Ziva and turned strutting out of the club. Once he made it to the door, he vanished in a flurry of Celerity and Obsfucate.

(Mr. Nobody out)