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It was a funny thing chasing after one’s own son. Many years had passed since Ravnos had last seen let alone heard from Zapathasura. He had been trying to track him down because it was time to bring him back into the fold. Cryso’s lack of parenting had made him a petulant child, but it was to be expected. She had gotten what she wanted and now all responsibility was off the table.

But tonight a familiar scent on the wind had brought him here to this part of town. Perhaps he would have been able to catch him and have a talk. For anyone else he would not have put his nights plans on hold. Someone was waiting for him to return.

The scent wreathed all about town until it mixed with another familiar scent that he was also well acquainted with.

Blood.

When he found her he could tell she had been with him. His scent was all over her. A poor little rabbit who had fallen into Zapathasura’s trap. His son was brutal when he fed, often leaving nothing but a drained corpse behind. But for some reason this one was still alive.

He watched from the shadows for a while as she struggled. Having already fed the urge to finish the job was minimal. He had more control than that. The Disciple ate enough to keep the beast saited. A flame flared to life as he lit a thin cigar, the smell of cloves filling the alleyway as he stepped from the shadows.

He was tall with dark fur and even darker eyes. Long dark brown hair trailed freely down his back. While gold bracelets chimed with his movement. “Ahhhhh…” A plume of smoke escaped his lips as he regarded her with those piercing dark eyes. “ Poor little rabbit. Seems you picked the wrong company this night.” A smirk curled the corners of his mouth, despite the circumstances at hand.

She had fight in her to say the least. Ravnos liked that. His eyes glowed with mild admiration.“Sometimes.” He replied cooly. If she didn’t stop wiggling around she would bleed out much faster.

The vampire drew closer, crouching down in front of her but still a safe distance so that she could not hit any vital body parts. His elbows on his knees while taking another drag. “Let’s just say….maybe you don’t have to die tonight, hm?” He brushed a bit of hair back behind his ear. “ What if I told you there was a way to save your lifeWELL you wouldn’t quite be ‘alive’ pet say.” He did the air quotes and all.

“Would that be an offer you might take? Or would you rather die out here on the street with your throat ripped out.” Ravnos waited for her answer. This particular cigar was rather nice. Only a slight change in what he usually got. But the offer was on the table to say the least. And if she didn’t accept he would just leave her to die and that would be the end of it.

Well the answer came quick. It usually did with those on the verge of death.

Setting his cigar on a nearby box so as not to catch it on fire he approached the female. “If you really want to live you will do as I say.” The tone in his voice had become more commanding. When it came to business it usually did.

Rolling the sleeve of his shirt up so as not to get it dirty Ravnos cut open his arm, dark red blood darker than it probably should have been oozed from the cut. As he stood over her he thrust his arm close to her mouth. “Drink it.” He watched her to see if there would be any hesitation. Mortals were odd like that. Offer them a way out of death but the second you offered your blood they could waffle.

It honestly had been quite a while since the last time he had Embraced anyone and to be fair he hadn’t even drank this one’s blood. He would have to thank Zapathasura for the extra work he was having to put into tonight when he saw him next. Some children could be so irritating.

The sensation of someone drinking his blood was always a interesting one. A bit of burning but it was a good burn. Like a cigarette being put out on one’s skin. He let her drink for a moment before he removed her hands from his arm. She wouldn’t make a complete meal of him. Perhaps he had given her a little more than he would normal have but it would be replenished at his own next feed.

Stepping back he held a hand over the cut and moments later it was healed. A handy trick.

“You are not a full vampire, not by a long shot.” Ravnos walked over and gathered his cigar up off the box. If she hadn’t figured out what he was during her time spent feeding from him she would certainly know now. “You’re wound…” He gestured to her neck. “Should be mostly healed but you will need to feed to complete the process. And by feed I mean on blood.” Crossing his arms over his chest he glanced to the horizon. “If you do not feed within three days you will ultimately die.” Reaching into his sleeve he produced a small card and tossed it to her. “On the third day I will meet you at this club, if you survived that is. And then we’ll go over your brand new shiny life.” The Disciple grinned. More to himself really before he turned to head down the alley way. “Three days!” He called back to her over his shoulder as he walked away.

It had been three days.

And like Ravnos had said he would be waiting for her at the club on the card. He had managed to slip away from his current doings to be there. And he would only be slightly disappointed if she didn’t show. It would mean the spark he had seen in her wasn’t what he thought it could be. What a waste of potential.

He could blame Zapathasura for that.

Ravnos sat at a table close to the stage. A lit cigar that smelt of cloves on his hand Ashe leaned back in his chair. Two cups sitting on the table. One full and one half empty.

Dark eyes watched the door every time a new person would walk through. He would give her a little while longer before he left.

“Oh good, you survived.” He stated as she slid into the second chair. The Disciple had heard her of course. He wasn’t centuries old by having poor hearing.

Taking in a long drag he held the smoke in his mouth allowing the flavor to roll over his tongue before letting it out slowly. The smoke swirling around his head as he studied her silently for a brief moment. “First. Names. I am Ravnos. Disciple of Clan Ravnos and your sire.” He riddled with a gold earring idly. They hadn’t had much time for introductions the other night so why not start there.

“From this point on you will take your place in the Clan as. Fledgling and will learn all there is that you need to know about it and the other Clans.” Quirking an eyebrow he glanced off to the side as a woman in a rather revealing dress sauntered by but his attention quickly snapped back to her. “You represent the Clan now and what you do will reflect upon us. So I expect you to behave yourself. To a point.” He smirked with a glint of mischievousness in his eyes.

Grasping his own drink, he lazily sworled it. The ice cubes clinking against the glass and each other as he pondered her questions. There would be many more he was sure.

“Being a Disciple means….” He leaned forward a dark shadow falling across his face and the slight glint of fangs peaking out from beneath his lip could be seen. “…I am in charge. There is no one higher than me in the Clsn.” Ravnos settled back into his chair a lighter air in his demeanor. “Clan Ravnos is family. We take care of each other above all. We are the sheltering home in the storm, the coin in the beggars cup, the love of a mother who holds her to her well endowed blossom.” He held his arms to his chest for emphasis.

Another wise smirk spread his lips. “Oh to me well as long as you don’t start a war between our Clan and another so would have to give you final deathZ but feel free to start one between the other clans.” He chuckled. “You will learn how to maneuver among the other clans as well as your own soon enough. Either their east way or the yard way.”

Locking eyes with her the humor in his face drained away. “However, there is only one rule abode all others. You do not break thr masquerade. This means you do not allow mortals to see or learn what you are. Not even a Toreador, they love mortals you see, would dare break this rule. If you break it I am afraid there is nothing I can do to protect you.”