Not really giving a damn about Mistress Crowley's day, Ehafel ignored the frustration brimming under her cool voice. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and shrugged.

"Doctor Anatiun is, as you suspected, double-dealing. He currently has three Mages in his employ."

He thought he detected a whiff of some other, unfamiliar scent. A scent very contrasting to Elizabeth's perfume. The tell-tale sanguinary scent of another vampire, and one he was not familiar with.

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Elizabeth's cool demeanour slipped, and her body language spoke volumes. She was tense and most definetly angry.
"Three?!" she repeated back amazed and furious at the same time "That cheating, conniving.." she trailed her words off, now livid.

She stood up and began to pace behind her desk. Then she spun back round to face Ehafel. "I want you to take out his mages. All three, find them, hunt them down and eliminate them. If you can find Alucard and Samara on your travels give them the same information. I want this done quickly. Once they are dead..I'll see to Dr Anatiun personally"

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Ehafel ducked his head in acquiescence and left the room. Once outside, he lingered by the wall, curious to see if the strange vampire would enter again.

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Daeron followed Sophia out of the tunnel and into the the streets of L.A. or more specificially an ally of a street in L.A. He smiled when his eyes met the stars, they were much brighter without the lights around

"It is quite beautiful, no..."

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"If there is anything I can do for you..." she trailed off, motioning a simple gesture with her hand befor letting it drop to her side and wonder what she would have done if she killed Daeron. She wouldn't be living as well she supposed with the older vamps connections within the London society.

Her mouth parted slightly in a gasp in the others explaination and somehow she felt remorse for Jerome in having to do such a horrid thing to his maker, but the other seemed satisfied with what he had done. Or at least that is what she thought.

She watched the small cigarette case get crushed by a car when she felt a tiny drop of rain on her shoulder. She looked up and another drop hit her cheek, running down her face to collect in the corner of her lip where she stopped it with the swipe of a tongue.

"I would love to..."

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Sophia closed her eyes, but the smile stuck. "Indeed it is. It's one of the few things I can enjoy." The air was crisp, and a slight breeze billowed her hair back. She turned her head to Daeron "This is a night best observed from on high. Follow me."

Sophia took off at high speed, her mind fixed on her destination. Racing through the streets, past alleyways, nightclubs and other assorted places. Stopping suddenly she looked straight up into the night and smiled crookedly. Walking into a darkened alley, she leapt up and caught a fire ladder on the outside of a building. Climbing up each rung to the top and stepping off onto the roof.
"Now this...this is magnificent." she spoke softly as she looked out over the skyline.

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Jerome looked up from the ground, his eyes moving left to right, watching each side of the road. He might have had a better life if he hadn't murdered his maker. When he killed him, he didn't fully regret it, but still felt something like sorrow in his heart.
As the rain began to pour down, soaking everything, Jerome began to move off. He looked up at her and smiled as she agreed to get a coffee.
"Do you like the rain, Joclylen? I love it." he said, speaking loudly over the noise of the rain and traffic.
Jerome looked over at the street lamps, they made the rain drops look huge and orange. As each one hit the ground they scattered into water, forming small puddles, in the dents in the street.
Jerome pushed his hand through his hair, pulling his hand away wet, he tried to dry it on his pants, but they were damp.

Elizabeth lit a cigarette and began to pace her office. Still furious at Dr Anatiun's deceit. "How dare he?" she muttered under her breath. Stubbing out the cigarette in her ashtray over at her drinks cabinet. She walked over into the small, but lush living space. She lay down on her side on the black leather sofa and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Today was not a good day.

Unable to rest, Elizabeth got up from the sofa and walked over to a door facing the sofas. Pushing on the wood gently, the door slid open to reveal a plush bedroom area. In the center of the room was a large four poster bed, covered in the finest white Egyptian cotton and silk sheets. Striding past it she walked over to a clothing rack and picked up a pair of tight fitting black pants and matching halter neck top. Laying it on the bed carefully, she turned and walked into a small bathroom area.
"Need time to think" she sighed as she undressed and walked into a modest shower unit.

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