A Night For Change [Iota]

[Anya Antic]

Eww. Eww. Eww. Ewwwwww.

In all her twenty-three years of life, this was the most degrading and disgusting thing she had ever done. All because some guy had the nerve to bump into her right as she was trying to unlike her car, thus forcing her to throw her keys into oblivion. Actually, it was worse than that. They landed in the sewers. And because chivalry is so utterly dead in New York, Anya was forced to climb down in her fancy black heels and feminine black business suit to retrieve them.

It was dark and gross and smelly and—Anya emitted a sharp squeal of surprise. Dear god there were probably rats! Ugh! Okay. It was best not to think about that. Holding her breath, Anya performed what she considered to be a high risk search and rescue for her car keys.

Success! But only barely. As her hand closed around the keys something skittered toward her right. The woman froze. Rat? She took a deep breath and told herself it was a..a cat! Yes, a cat. They were the least annoying animal she could think of. Extremely unhappy, Anya clambered out of the sewer. Gross! There was nothing she wanted more at that moment than a nice long shower.

[Iota]

Julian had spent the early hours of the evening obsessing, he had his eye and ears close to Anya's dealings and business ethic. He never had a childe before. Perhaps either they did not match up to his standards or that they were too close to him and he wished not burden them with immortality. Erica, for example, his prized ghoul and biggest investment. He knew that what was going to happen would have reprecaussions with Erica, but Anya intrigued him, she was everything that a Ventrue deemed worthy to sire. Intelligent, Manipulative and ambitious. He had to have her. Julian dressed for the occasion, one of his most expensive outfits, with expensive formal shoes and dark leather gloves. He looked through her file one last time before closing it and placing it in his drawer of his desk, he left little time to idle as he left his pent house and made his way down the elevator, and out of the building. He was hungry like the wolf.

As he walked down the street, he removed his ipod from the inner pocket of his jacket and slid the earpieces into his ears, he pressed play. The song was 'Music of the Night' from the musical Phantom of the Opera. Introduced to him by Erica. This song was closer to the truth that Andrew Loyd Weber initially realised. He played the song to drown out the ambient sounds of New York, The wind, damp weather, gun shots, beeping of horns, people shouting at one another from their cars, prostitutes enquiring if he wished to have a good time. The world had gone down hill since he was a mortal. Greed and instant gratification had taken over, but he had no choice but to accept it.

It had taken awhile, but he found his prey. Julian stuck to the shadows, he watched her go to her car "The darkness of the music of the night.. let your mind start to journey through a strange new world, leave all thoughts of the life you knew before.... let your soul take you where you long to be... Only then, can you belong to me...." he sung softly to himself under his breathe from the shadows, the ambience of the City covering any trace of him being heard. An altercation occured, Anya would be forced to endure the foulness of the sewer to retrieve her keys, this made Julian wince slightly. He loathed the sewers.

Beyond the point of no return, beyond the threshold. Julian had come for one thing and one thing alone, to make Anya his. There was no turning back, he was infatuated by her and if New York was ever to stay under Camarilla lock and key, Anyya would be a valuable asset to achieve this. He had to abide his time, wait for the moment. The streets were no place to embrace this innocent. He would drain her and take her back to his Sanctuary to enact the embrace and turn her into a creature in this world of darkness.

Julian took his phone out of his pocket and searched for Anya's mobile telephone number, he pressed the green button to indicate the initiation of the call to commence. By this time Anya had unlocked her car and opened the door. Her phone started to ring, to which she halted her movement into her car to search her hand bag for her phone. Her attention diverted and eye line misplaced, Julian used his highly disciplined Celerity to move at an unhuman speed, he ran past Anya and got in the car through the open door and hid in the footwell laying down behind the front seat. Anya would probably only feel a slight brisk of wind glide over her skin as he passed. He waited for her to enter the car and close the doors, he would make his move then and only then before she had a chance to start the engine.

[Anya Antic]

Her mood foul from her adventure in the sewers, Anya nearly jumped when her phone started to ring. Silly, really. It was a sound she was extremely used to. The woman sighed and began fishing for her phone. Unknown number. Go figure. This was not turning out to be a very good night. She hit the ignore button, clearly not in the mood to talk to strangers. The person could leave a message and she would call back if it was important.

With her phone back in her purse, Anya got inside the car and sat down. Before allowing her feet inside, however, she reached over and grabbed a plastic bag that held a few grocery items in it. After taking out the items and placing them on the passenger seat, Anya took her heels off and placed them in the bag. They would need to be heavily washed or thrown away, depending on her mood later. She slipped on a pair of sandals that she always kept in her car in case of emergencies (if a heel broke, for example).

Better. But not perfect. A small bottle of perfume was taken from her purse. It was a spicy, feisty scent. Anya sprayed just enough to lightly cover her, making the sewage smell as unnoticeable to her human nose as she could without overwhelming herself with perfume. It was a delicate procedure. Only then was she satisfied. The door closed and Anya moved to put her stupid keys in the ignition.

[Iota]

Julian wasn't accustomed to hiding in a footwell of a car, he could of easily just said a single word and Julian would be far too irresistable for Anya to resist, one of the many dark gifts blessed to Julian. But the streets were always alive, no matter the time andthe act of sucking blood, in acar, would probably pass off as a couple getting intimate in the car and Julian wasn't about to cause a masquerade breach after all.

She hadn't noticed, her attention probably else where as she seemd pre-occupied. Her shoes were almost ruined, she fiddled about trying to put them in a bag, Julian watched from the darkness from behind the seats. She then eventually reached for some sandals. A well prepared kine indeed. A trait vital for many Ventrue's survival.

She finally reached for her keys to start the engine. This was it, all those months of watching Anya from afar had come to fruition to Julian's end game. Using his highly develpoed speed, The Prince sat up straight and leaned forward, he used his left hand to go round the left side of the head rest to try to cover her outh, to muffle any screams and he reached forward with his right to grab on to Anya's free arm. He leant his head inclose to Anya's ear and whispered softly "I am going to give you the choice...." he paused for a moment as he could smell the fear and the blood with in Anya "I never had..." Julian open his mouth, he lunged his head into Anya's neck, he started to drink from her. He only drank enough to render her unconscious, the embrace would not occur here. Julian had a story to tell and she would listen.