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My Little Ventrue Pt. 02 Ch. 12

by NovusAnimus 07/13/17

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There were robes and ashes everywhere.

Julias just stood there, eyes wide, and his gaze panned over the room of dead silence so profound, he could hear the rubbing of fabric from Beatrice as she stepped behind him. Damien — he presumed based on Beatrice's description — was kneeling, crying, and holding a unique robe to his chest. Daniel was standing over him, ready to execute him before the lake of ash-ridden robes.

Antoinette looked like hell had chewed her up and discarded the bones.

He could see Natasha in the back of the lobby, hands tied behind her, and Jack, standing on his own despite a nasty gash across his torso. Thank god the kid was still alive.

"Julias," Jack said. His voice was labored, like he was running on fumes. "Awesome. If you don't mind, could you... yeah." And then he collapsed like a sack of heavy sand. Even Beatrice winced when they all heard the loud crunch of what was probably the kid's nose.

"Mister Mire." The sheriff gave him a nod. "If you don't mind, could you help Madame Vola?"

He quirked a brow. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting to find. Though, looking at the remains of what was clearly a slaughter, he managed to piece together what happened. Or at least, that Lucas had lost and that Jack was still alive.

He walked past Damien, Beatrice still beside him, and kept his eye on the Bishop as he did so. The young vampire was pretty beat up himself, but the sheer noises of the destroyed Kindred was what shocked Julias to the bone. He'd never seen a Kindred look so broken.

"Natasha," he said once he reached her. He looked down at Jack, knelt down to roll him over, and grinned down at his childe. The kid was in torpor; he'd be fine once he got some blood in him.

"Julias," Natasha said. "I guess you came t-to save Jack?"

"Yeah, but I guess the sheriff handled it?"

"Uh... no, n-not really. No it... it was Jack."

He raised his head back to Natasha, eyes wide. "What?"

"He, umm -- thank you... Miss D-Damor." Natasha gave Beatrice a thankful nod; the Nosferatu had stepped behind her to tear the binding off her wrists. "I didn't get t-to see the fight between the group and Antoinette, downstairs, b-but Damien came out dragging the Prince, and we all thought-t-t-t... he had won. But... Jack was... c-controlling him. And used him to k-kill Lucas."

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Julias just shook his head in utter disbelief. God damn it Jack, that's three elders now. What was it with Jack and Elders? Of all the problems a fledgling -- not even a neonate -- could have, killing off the city's Elders should not have been one of them.

Laughing, Julias scooped the kid up into his arms, and shook his head some more.

"Um, sensitive info?" Beatrice said.

"You came with Julias," Natasha said, and she smiled her little smile at Beatrice. "I trust his j-judgment."

She may have thought differently when she found out Beatrice was a witch now. Natasha's words had Beatrice blinking in her own surprise though, which earned another chuckle from Julias. Everything was coming up better than he could have hoped for. Part of him was waiting for the hammer to drop, but fuck that, the hammer could wait, wherever it was.

Damien, on the other hand, was a harsh contrast to the rest of them. The Mehket Sanctified, a bit small and lean looking man, hadn't moved from his spot. His cries and wails were starting to fade, but they were replaced with quiet sobs and a petrified pose. If Jack had dominated him and forced him to kill his sire, that was indeed something he could imagine breaking someone's mind.

Why hadn't the sheriff killed him yet?

"I uh... I asked the sheriff to spare him." Natasha started walking with him as Julias made his way to the front door of the lobby. "I think... I d-don't think... he deserves to die. He was just... he...." She turned the words around; Julias could see her struggle with thoughts through her eyes as she considered how to explain. "He was...." Whatever it was, she couldn't articulate it, and she eventually lowered her head and shrugged.

He nodded, but he couldn't understand. He had thought he knew Natasha, but he missed her sire being the sheriff, and he certainly didn't expect her to ask Daniel to spare their assailant, after what he did. The whole situation was making Julias feel like a fifth wheel.

"The fuck you letting him live for? He attacked, you guys won."

God damn it Beatrice, smooth as sand paper.

Natasha frowned at his lover with a strange determination on her face Julias had never really seen before. "Lucas manipulated him. He... he deserves a second chance! I saw it! I saw it in his...."

Beatrice put her hands up in surrender. "Your choice, your funeral."

The group of them reached Damien and Daniel. The man was just sitting there, clearly with no intention of moving, and the sheriff looked ready to cut his head off if he tried anyway.

The Prince was still next to him. Christ, she was missing a leg, an arm, and a lot of her was torn up, split open, ripped and shredded with what looked like a million bullet wounds. But she was still alive; she'd heal once she got some fresh blood in her. A lot of blood in her.

"Mistress!" a duet screeched.

Julias almost dropped Jack at the sound of two girls screaming up into a high octave. Ashley and Julee, the Prince's two ghouls, came running out from the back stairway, and they fell to their knees by her body.

"She's still alive. Still alive!"

"Mistress, oh god. We'll—"

Daniel took a step toward them while putting his sword away in a smooth motion behind his back. "Ashley. Julee. A moment, please." Adjusting his glasses, he looked to his childe. "If you could take the Prince to her chambers, Vola? Ashley and Julee will guide you. Girls, you will have to feed her yourselves."

Daniel and Natasha looked at each other for a little while, like some sort of opaque wall was blocking their view of each other. They glanced at each other's toes, then each other, then their toes again.

The barrier between Natasha and her sire was all too familiar to Julias. When was the last time Viktor had called him by his first name? Had he ever? It was a barrier he fought to make sure never rose between him and the unconscious kid in his arms.

"Julias?" Natasha said.

"Go ahead. You can report to me tomorrow." He let his gaze linger on her, with some extra eye contact to get across his meaning. Let him deal with Maria, Natasha. No doubt the girl was smart enough to have put together Maria's involvement herself, and he didn't want his friend getting herself killed by saying something she shouldn't.

Natasha lowered her head, and nodded. The little girl was only the same size as the Prince's two ballerina ghouls, but she scooped up the tall woman's battered and broken body without issue. Even a Mehket had some strength to them, and she used it to hold Antoinette to her. It was a strange sight indeed, how the small Natasha wasn't tall enough to stop Antoinette's hair from reaching the floor with how her head drooped, but it was more than telling that Daniel had asked her to help the Prince. The sheriff really trusted her.

Then she turned, and left, with Ashley and Julee guiding her. They were panicked; they had never seen Antoinette injured like this, or injured at all, Julias was sure. But she'd be fine with a couple days rest and a lot of blood. More blood than the Prince's ghouls could provide themselves, but the sheriff could handle that.

Julias frowned at the weeping man on his knees, and looked to Daniel. "What about him?"

The sheriff reached down and grabbed Damien's wrist. The young fool didn't fight him, didn't struggle, he just dragged like dead weight.

"We have cells more than capable of holding him. Madame Vola insists we spare him."

"Sheriff... we all know about Natasha."

Daniel raised a brow at Julias, adjusted his glasses with his free hand, and looked past him to offer Beatrice the tiniest frown. The Nosferatu almost squeaked, and again stepped behind Julias to keep him between the two of them. He couldn't blame her.

"I was a fool to hope it... never mind. I will handle things here. Take care of your childe, Mister Mire." With just the faintest smile, he turned and walked off. Julias wasn't sure if he was seeing things; he had always assumed the sheriff's face was carved from stone.

From the back, he just looked like a plain guy wearing a trench coat, dragging some punk kid by the hand across the floor. For just a moment, Julias swore he could see the weight of centuries on the man's shoulders, something that shined through his quiet demeanor.

Then the sheriff stopped, and looked over his shoulder to him. He really was smiling. "Mire? Your childe... thank him, for me."

And then he walked off.

Julias and Beatrice just blinked at each other, like someone had slapped them both with a hand buzzer.

"So, um... holy shit, right?" she said.

"Yeah. Definitely, yeah. I uh, I'm going to take Jack back to my place."

He turned and walked out of the lobby. The last thing he wanted to do was try and explain the mess behind him to the authorities. Despite the gunfire he'd heard on the way, there wasn't a single police officer in sight though. Of course not, but who was to blame, Maria or something the Prince had done? He'd find out later.


"Yeah man?"

"You, you um...." It was just the two of them in the Elysium garden. No young Kindred fledglings or neonates were around, and the sound of gunfire had probably scared off nearby kine. The night sky was open, cool, and the silence was golden.

If it wasn't for the unconscious, cut open kid in his arms, it'd be a really romantic moment. But as least Kindred didn't make any noise when in torpor; Jack was as quiet as a corpse.

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