the family grim, [savitar/mihail/ileana]

[Vasile]

Vasile stared out the window of his darkened hotel room, his eyes on the stars high up in the sky. This business trip was turning into an absolute disaster. The case he was working on was falling apart, all because the blasted human couldn't keep his damned mouth shut. He was edgy with irritation, his hand gripping his whiskey glass rather hard. He wished Kaia was here. She would know exactly what to say to him at this moment. Then again, he was also glad she wasn't there. He just wanted to be alone. He'd had cases like this before and it was always the better idea to leave the original vampire alone to his thoughts when these things happened. It kept him from tearing people apart, especially when they pissed him off this much.

He knocked back what was left in his glass, setting it down on his night stand before sinking onto the bed. The night was still young in the vampires eyes. He'd only worked a few hours during the day and he'd been happy when he'd fallen into bed. However, now it was time to be productive. He fixed hair by running his hand back through it, straightening his tie and then bending down to lace his shoes. He didn't have a clue where he was going, but he knew that he didn't want to be stuck here, of all places, in this blasted hotel. Already they had gotten him the wrong type of room, gave him no towels, and had came traisping into his room like heard of elephants to clean it before they realized he was sleeping in the big fluffy bed. All of that on top of a bad day made him quick to snap in an dire need of some relief. Of what kind he really didn't know.

Then it hit him. His sister had a club in the city. A night club. It was the perfect place for him to lurk and hang out, all while keeping an eye out for his beloved Ileana. He missed her to the very bottom of his heart like he missed no one else.He loved his wife to the ends of the Earth, that much was true, but the bond between brother and sister was far stronger in the eyes of the Original vampire. She had been the only one to stay at his side when he had turned them all into vampires and slaughtered their family along with the rest of the town. She had wanted what he gave her just as much as he had lusted after it himself.

Thus, he soon found himself standing outside of the club, staring disdainfully at the bouncer who seemed to reject his entrance. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the vampire. Vasile leaned forward slowly, "You'll let me in, mongrel, or I'll bring your heart to my sister, Ileana." That seemed to get him and the bouncer made way, looking rather terrified of the man in the black suit. That was how it should have been. Everyone needed to be scared of him. After all, the eldest vampire did have a reputation to uphold. He couldn't go around being nice to everyone he met. That would defeat his purpose in life.

Vasile lurked in the shadows for a few moments before finding himself a booth to settle in, ordering a scotch and then glancing around, watching all of the bodies dancing on the dance floor. All delectable meals, regardless of whether they were human or supernatural. That is, of course, unless they were wolves. None were as far as he could tell. He was focusing so deeply on the scenes in front of him that he ignored the shadow that fell over his booth, not even looking at him before he spoke. "Sorry mate, but this booth is taken. Run along, I'm not interested," he sighed, bringing his class lazily to his lips. Was he in for a treat. One he knew that he would never forget let alone live down. When the shadow didn't move, he brought his gaze up to the other person, snarling before freezing, his jaw dropping slowly. "Why...hello," he said calmly as he could, his voice like velvet.

Ileana | @michael78 | @savitar

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Looking rather bored of his regular routine has bored him so he decided to take a trip to Manhattan and see the night life. He loved going to New York. Because he did not have to answer to any one there. Being a cop he was always getting phone calls. And so he left a message at home that if there was any one there to keep the messages for him and he would get them when he got back home. He was gonna be gone for a whole weekend. And so he made sure he had plenty of blood supplies in the back of his car. And he packed two suit cases and he drove up to Manhattan for the weekend. He got a hotel room at the Ritz. And when that was all done he was ready to have some fun. He came across a club that looked very interesting and so he decided to go in and have a few drinks. But he had no idea that he would run into some one he had seen in centuries in this place. He took a seat at the back of the room and ordered him a BloodyMary.

Soon the waitress came back after he pulled out a cigar he was saving for such an occasion and lit it up with the matches on the table. And just listened to the music. He was having fun. This was his way of getting out of the house and being on his own for a while and meeting new people and he saw a little blond at the bar that was giving him the eye. As he gave the eye back and flirted silently with her. He then sipped his drink and set his smoke in the ash tray and went over to have a little more interaction with the little beauty. He didn't expect to see some one sitting there that resembled his oldest brother. He froze on the spot. As the girl soon got up and walked out with her friends and smiled back at him. Even though now his eyes were not on her. But the male sitting at a booth that look oddly familiar. He felt his knuckles curl up as they formed a fist. But first he had to be sure it was him before he went ape shit out on a guy that could or could not be his oldest brother and that was when the man had turned around and saw him...

"Why...hello," That was all his brother said and then Hail knew for a fact that it was his oldest brother. That voice told him every thing he needed to know. It was different with Savitar. All Hail saw to know it was his baby brother was his appearance. But it seems Vas has changed his over the years. The same with Hail himself. He had shorty hair and different clothes...but all in all it was Hail and he knew his brothers voice from any where. Because his voice echoed in his head all the time in his dreams. The night Layla was murdered right in front of him. That was some thing Hail had never really been able to get over. And with good reason as well. She was his wife. And pregnant with his child. The only child he ever had. That was still in her tummy. He would never get that opportunity to be a father and to teach his son or daughter how things went in the world. How to learn and how to grow. That was all taken away from him..."Hello yourself..." He finally spoke as he walked over to Vas and stood right beside him in the light so he could see that Vas was not seeing things. That he was really seeing his young brother standing there right beside him..

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[x]Word Count::647
[x]Tag::Vas & Sav
[x]Song::None
[x]Notes::It's gonna be a fight XD

[Ileana]

Satisfied and equally amused with her trip to Las Vegas Ileana had set about finding her brother to pay him a surprise visit. Yet it was Ileana who would get the surprise; Vasile had gone to New York for some work related business and the two had accidentally switched places. Rather than waiting for him to return home, she decided to head back to New York to try catch him there. She had made it known to him that she owned a club down there and she knew her brother well enough to know he'd eventually venture down to it. He lived and breathed work. Whether it was climbing the family hierarchy to his new lawyer interests Vasile has always focused on goals to beat. Ileana knew this and was proud of this. After all it was him who gave him this gift of immortality. However she also knew that he liked to enjoy himself too. The whole point of the club was for people to enjoy themselves. Guilty pleasures paid well and the club had already began to make her a small fortune. Some pennies to add to the gold reserves no less but enough to make her look good on the local radar. No one liked a rich bitch running things and Ileana knew all too well that reputation was key.

The night was a good one for the club. With tensions between two opposing sides nearby on the rise, people needed that excuse to get out and party. Enjoyment was almost a goal for them all and the scent of it all could even be tasted by a vampire like herself. Ileana did envy the wolves sometimes for their senses yet did not envy that dreadful transformation. Besides it would ruin her clothes and image. Beauty could be deadly too. Wearing a tight red dress, she sat in her office that overlooked the club dance floor and watched the cctv nearby with a positively evil smile on her face. Whenever someone kicked off at the door she made it a rule to let her know just in case someone needed to turned into her midnight snack. Ileana had to rule this club like a nation and those who fought the staff fought her. She could never let it slide. Moving to the screen, she slid her finger up to the screen and stroked the outline of Vasile's face. ”Oh Vasile you should know that it is not your reputation he fears. It is mine” she chuckled with a teasing tone. He was a lawyer now and in the human world. No matter how much she loved him she always saw herself as the real top immortal in their world.

Slinking out from the office she rested upon the rail of the stairs and watched him come into the club, cocky from his entrance. She could never tell him why he was let in. As cruel as she was Ileana knew not to take a man's reputation from him unless he was an enemy. Vasile was the closest thing to a perfect ally as she would ever get. It was just a shame he did not continue to conquer the world with her like he used too. Better times perhaps yet she would not change this life for anything. She had worked too hard to get here. Vasile had found himself a booth and it wasn't long until someone else came to challenge him for it. However even Ileana had to take a moment to feel shock at who it was. Two brothers in one place. This was perfect. Even if times had been rough between the three in recent centuries, Ileana felt that this was meant to be. Every fibre of her body wanted to run across the club and tackled the pair with hugs. To kiss them. To squeeze them. To cuddle. But this was Ileana. Original vampire and savage murderer. Image was important. Plus she had to get in there before the pair kicked off. Two originals fighting. To think how the club would fall after this.

Moving through the dancing crowd with a quick pace, people darted out of her way and made sure not to block her way. Any who didn't see her were pulled aside by their dance partners. ”I expect you both to play nicely in my club. You know I don't like you breaking my things” she moaned loudly to the pair, putting on a sulky face before chuckling like a little girl to the pair as she stepped into the light with Mihail. Kissing Mihail on the cheek before leaning across to kiss Vasile too, she clicked her fingers at Mihail and pointed to one of the seats before taking a seat besides Vasile. ”I missed you in Las Vegas Vas. I had business over there whilst you had yours here. And Mihail, do tell, what do you do these days? It has been far too long since I have last seen you. Wow. To see you both here together, it's enough to make a girl cry. I won't do that though. Can't ruin this beautiful make up.”

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There goes a fighter.

Savitar walked into the club after flashing his ID and a wad of bills at the bouncer and then walked in as the man stepped aside. He stepped inside and looked around the club with a cold scrutiny. He heard rumors of his sister owning the place and wanted to know the truth for himself. At first, he saw no hint of her. Then Mihail of all people caught his eye. Seconds later he recognized his sister and their oldest brother. It only took nanoseconds for his temper to overrule his common sense.

He stalked over to the group, his hands buried in the pockets of his black duster until he was right in front of Vasile. Without word or warning he reared back and punched his oldest brother square in the jaw, wearing a set of brass knuckles he'd discreetly slipped on as he made his over there to increase the impact of the blow if it connected with his mark.

See, the thing about the youngest of the siblings was that he was nothing like them. Where they were all vampires, he was the sole human. Where they were more-or-less clean-cut and prestine in appearance, Savitar was rough in everyway. He looked like he actually grew up and lived in New York City all his life. He was tough as nails with a savage temper he had never been able to control properly and it only made him wilder over the years.

That being said, he had never been scared of Vas and so just to prove he still wasn't afraid of the bastard, he took his brother's scotch and finished it off in a quick show of defiance. Of course he realized he was making a scene, but he didn't give a shit for several reasons. First one was simple. He was pissed off. Second one was more about deductive reasoning. If Ileana really built this club of hers to make money like normal people, she wouldn't kill him in front of her customers and she wouldn't let Vas do it either. The third reason was that he just didn't care.

Still, after that single show of aggression and the following shot of defiance, Savitar didn't do anything else. In fact, he took a seat and smiled as if he hadn't just acted out so rudely. Then again, after the last time he saw them together, it didn't end well on his end. Not only had he been written off by them, he lost so much more. He had every right to hold petty grudges.

"Nice to see you three again," he said, smile turning cold and sarcastic. "After you bled out my family in the streets and left me to all-but rot with them."

His eyes flicked to each of them in turn, including Mihail. Even though he was the only one Sav wasn't furious with, he wasn't sure if he wanted Ileana and Vasile to know about that just yet. Instead, he pretended their recent interactions hadn't happened. For the other two, their betrayal was running circles in his head and he was livid. He would never forget or forgive them. At least, that was what he firmly believed.

"We need to talk," he said, and turned a deadly glare to Ileana. "Or more precisely, I need to talk. So how about we all sit down and pretend that you guys aren't murderous fiends and were once actual people. And get a few bottles of whiskey on me."

He gave his sister a wad of cash for the rounds. He may hate her and their oldest brother with all his heart, but he knew he would certainly need the alcohol to get through this. That, and he also had a feeling Michael would need it too. The other's he didn't give a shit about, but he did keep some sense of politeness and whether he wanted them dead or not, he would be civil for the most part. At least, in public.

Vasile `` @michael78 `` Ileana | 668 | hehe must give props to Sav's anthem for help with this post. Fighter by Gym Class Heroes

[Vasile]

Vasile let his eyes trail over his brother, taking in Mihail's form. He'd changed over the years, but then again, so had Vasile himself. He liked to think of himself as rather tame compared to how he used to act. However, it would only take one action to change all of that and for the world to settle under his thumb once more. Part of the worlds future depended on how his siblings decided to act toward him after all of these years. How they received him after all this time would color his outlook on his family. Who was on his side and who was against him after all this time could only be seen by time. A curt nod and a wave to the seat next to him was all the invitation that Mihail needed to settle in, "It's good to see you, brother." He had no intention of starting a fight, even if it looked otherwise to the people around them. He wouldn't start anything here. His sister would surely have his head if he did.

At the very mentioning of his sister in his head, her voice sounded. Vasile let an amused smile cross his features as he slid out of the booth to greet his little sister, resting his hands on her shoulders as he kissed her cheek in return. If there was one family member that Vasile truly missed, it was her. She just had that way of brightening his spirits at times. Other times, however, she left him feeling dark and destructive. He didn't dwell on that, though, giving an affectionate smile and laugh at his only sister, "I'm afraid that I did miss you. I heard that you were in Las Vegas soon after I arrived. I was hoping that you would be back by now," he noted calmly, inviting her to sit down, his hand motioning next to Mihail as Ileana turned her attention to the other brother. He couldn't help but feel a small spark of jealousy at the affection she showed their other brother.

Pushing the thought away and telling himself to knock off the protective brother reaction, he turned his head to look around the room for anyone else that would end up appearing. He certainly didn't expect what he saw, his eyes following the scruffy form toward their table. Vasile instantly knew who it was. He recognized that expression. When the man's fist flew, Vasile promptly stepped to the side a bit and swatted his hand away, bringing his glass to his lips nonchalantly. "If you think, little brother, that I'm stupid enough to let you punch me, you're sorely mistaken. I'd also watch what kind of scene you make in our sister's club. You know that she doesn't like when people break or cause harm to her things."

He didn't show how absolutely shaken up he was. He wouldn't give Savitar the benefit of that doubt. Vasile had no idea that his brother was even alive, let alone close enough to find the rest of his siblings in the same place. He couldn't help the gnawing suspicion that bubbled in his stomach, or the incredible fear he suddenly held for his family back home. Something didn't seem right about Savitar. His skin wasn't pale like the rest of his siblings. There was evidence that he was able to be in the sun. If he was a vampire, that would have been nearly impossible. He had to be something completely different. He couldn't put his finger on what, and amidst Vasile's inner turmoil he felt the glass of scotch being taken from his hand, watching Savitar drink from it and slide into the booth, telling everyone that he needed to talk to them.

Vasile's eyes followed his hand, noting the wad of cash he handed their sister, ordering them all drinks. This was going to be a long, agonizing night, Vasile told himself, slowly sitting down on the edge of the booth seat, in a position in which he could escape if he needed to. "Then, Savitar, start talking," Vasile noted absently, looking detached from the rest of the group. He certainly felt like this wouldn't end well. His eyes trailed to Ileana, giving her a warning look, hoping that she was able to understand what exactly he was feeling at that moment. If anyone was to understand, it would be her. He just hoped that she could catch on before it was too late.

Ileana | @michael78 | @savitar

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And before Michael could say anything to his oldest brother, there in a skin tight red dress stood his little sister. Michael rarely had a problem with her these days. But the thing was, he rarely seen either of them. He was so angry at them both. But these days he's learned how to better control his anger. One reason was Adrian. His best friend. Michael gave a smile to them both. Even thought they knew how he really felt. But he would respect the fact that this was not his place to start a fight. As he heard his sister point that out. She was always one to try and let fights break out between them. But that was only during their human years. Then again it seemed to not die even during her immortal life. Michael couldn't help but feel glad to see her. Vas not so much. But still he was trying his best to be nice to both siblings. "It's been a while. Since I've seen both of you. Lena, you're looking rather ravishing tonight." Michael replied to his baby sister. His voice was pretty smooth and calm. "And Vas. You're looking sharp. Like a knife I might add..."

Michael cast his eyes over to where his oldest brother was looking. And he knew who it was coming up to all three of them. For the first part, Michael stayed quiet as he saw Savitar appear before them. Michael swallowed with the action he saw play out between Sav and Vas. He just hoped they wouldn't break out in a fight. What was worse he was an off duty cop. So arresting them if they did break out in a fight would be useless. But no one said Michael couldn't help but think blood could be shed again tonight. And he wouldn't be the one to do it either. Still remaining g silent, Michael welcomed the invitation by his little brother with a smile and a nod. He did need whiskey that much was obvious. Michael was rather happy that Vas accepted Sav's invitation. And now he just knew his sister would follow suit..."I agree with Savitar. We all do need to talk..." Gladly with that said, Mihail took his seat at the booth. And sat there quietly as he let his brothers begin the conversation. Michael just grabbed his glass of whiskey as the waitress came by with all of their drinks. He was in need of the strong substance.

Michael was so unaware of the tension. He should've been. But he was always the one being the peace maker with his siblings. He just hoped that they all could handle this little conversation. He had a lot to say as well. But he would wait his turn. Since Vas addressed his little brother first. And taking a drink of whiskey always was good. It helped Michael relax in tense situations. And by now he could tell things were getting rather tense. He just wanted this to be a calm conversation. Though knowing Savitar it wouldn't turn out that way. It ended rudely with his own personal conversation with his little brother. Michael just couldn't help but see his sister and older brother the way they were when he left them the first time. He wanted so badly to reach over and strangle Vas for what he's done to him and his family. But he was still trying to hold his own insanity inside himself. He couldn't attack. He had to restrain himself from doing that. But if either give him a reason to lash out. Mihail would do so with no hesitation....

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Word Count::615
Tag::Vasile, Savitar & Ileana
Notes::So sorry for the long wait!

[Ileana]

That voice. Ileana's gaze slowly turned from the table towards the dance floor and her grin soon faded in a clear horror. It could not be? Surely?! Savitar. Baby brother. Dead brother. As the crowds danced around her, the world she was in soon became silent. Their words were not heard by her. Only her eyes watched in shock as the event unfurled before her. The punch. The dodge. The tense moment before Savitar sat down near Vasile. Already she could feel the glares of her security watching and waiting for some kind of response. Alexei, her personal guard, was not too far out of sight and keeping the guards back with gentle gestures of his hand. Always the calm one. Vasile looked at Ileana and she turned her gaze to his eyes. Everything in his eyes screamed not to do anything. To sit this out. To talk like adults. Her eyes skimmed across to the side of her to Mihail and she watched his manner for a prolonged moment. Like Vasile he seemed content with talking things out. Finally, she turned to face Savitar, glaring into his eyes like a woman possessed. Having thrown a failed punch at Vasile in front of her, there was little he could have done to insult her in her own club any more. And then he threw money down before her like she was some kind of servant to him. Still silent, she looked down at the money, her fists clenching violently and she began to shake with anger. Bolting to her feet, she screamed at the top of her lungs ”Get out! All of you, GET OUT!”

Cursing and screaming at confused clubbers, she paced up and down by the table ordering her guards to clear the club of the public. Not even waiting for them to have cleared out the club completely, she had moved across the room in a heart beat back to the table. Straddling Savitar within that movement, her thumbs were pushed into his eyes and screaming blue murder, she began to smash his head against the wall at the back of the booth. Over and over she hit it against the wall, not even caring who saw it. Twisting around his side, she catapulted his head forward down onto the table and without even pausing, she began to beat the bottom of the whiskey bottle in the back of his neck, breaking it on the first hit. By now she was covered in blood and with every hit, stained a darker shade of red. Throwing the bottle onto the dance floor, she punched the back of his head once more whilst screaming the order ”MY SWORD!” to Alexei, who had been watching nearby with a clear disturbed look. He'd seen her at his worst but this was something new. Even angry she normally just got to the point. Always keeping her sword on his back, he unsheathed it and passed it to her, hilt first. As she gripped it, she finally got off Savitar and stood at the side of the bloodied table.

”My club!” she began to yell, ”No one ever treats me like a servant in MY CLUB!” Swinging the sword up, she bought it down on Savitar's torn neck and that was that. Leaving the sword embedded in the table, she turned and walked out into the dance floor. In a sudden cloud of numbness, she stumbled over to the nearby wall and looked into the mirror that ran along it. Through where her body would have been, she could see the table by itself and a single dead, decapitated body. Running her fingers through her hair, she looked down to her dress and sniffled a spoilt cry. ”He ruined my dress” she moaned quietly before taking a long, deep breath. With her eyes shut, she remained still for a moment before suddenly turning around, eyes wide open. ”Alexei, normal rules apply. Police are dealt with. Witnesses dealt with. Find a river to throw him in. Centuries pass and he's still just....human. Never could be better than me.” Spitting on Savitar, she sat back down in her chair to face her brothers. ”So are you two staying for long?” she asked calmly, though there was a clear croak in her voice and she still trembled with anger. No one treated her like a servant. No one.

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There goes a fighter.

"If you think, little brother, that I'm stupid enough to let you punch me, you're sorely mistaken. I'd also watch what kind of scene you make in our sister's club. You know that she doesn't like when people break or cause harm to her things."

To be honest, Savitar really was a tad disappointed that he couldn't get his hit in. It didn't matter, though. He wasn't there to throw punches anyway.

"Oh, I don't think you're stupid," Sav said. "I know you are."

"Then, Savitar, start talking,"

He was about to do just that, but he overlooked one detail. His sister's monstrous temper. Before he could blink, she was attacking him. He didn't bother to fight her. He could have if he wanted to, but there was no fun in that. No, he just let her kill him. It didn't bother him. Death didn't scare him at all. Then again, it helped that he carried a very interesting secret surrounding the subject. Still, he slumped over dead long before Ileana took the sword and decapitated him. No, Sav had ceased to move even before she broke his neck. He didn't move for moments after that, but soon enough, his fingers twitched ever so slightly.

”He ruined my dress”

Sav let out an annoyed sigh as he heard that and sat up, and he was still headless as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I didn't beat my head into a wall and slice it off in a spoiled little temper tantrum," he pointed out calmly. "Your dress would have been undamaged had you just reigned in your vile, satanic temper. I was attempting to be a tad bit polite and gave you a good bit of money in the process. Next time I'll ram it down your throat,"

He reached forward and put his head back like it was a wig and not a part of his body. He had to hold it in place as he felt the bone fuse together. Then came the fleshy bit and the skin. The last thing to heal were the lacerations all along his skull. It hurt like a bitch, but it was a good pain. It told him that he was very much alive and well. That wasn't a surprise to him. This wasn't the first time he died, and it wouldn't be the last. Once he was all healed up, he turned to his brothers with an easy grin.

"Surprise!" he exclaimed as if he hadn't just risen from the dead but popped out of a wedding cake. "Your witch friend realized the mistake of her creation and reworked the spell on me. I'm not a vampire. Very much human, except I'm truly immortal. I. Can't. Be. Killed."

The last four words he said directly to Ileana as picked up her sword and studied it stoically. In an instant, he was on his feet with point of the sword against her throat, but he didn't move to strike her down. His eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint that hinted at a rather questionable sanity. Honestly, he was enjoying his advantage over his siblings and he wasn't ready to end the fun.

"You all, however, can be killed," he said cheerfully. "The witch made sure of that by making me the weapon. Since I have been honing my skills for centuries, I'm faster than the average human. I'm stronger, and I can put you all down faster than you can scream. All you guys can do to me is put me out of commission for a short time. So in retrospect, my dear sister, I am better than you. I can also control my temper, something you should work on if you don't like ruining your pretty dresses. Now may we please sit down and have a civilized conversation, Ileana or do you really wish to test out my fighting skills because you know I've never lied a day in my life and everything I said is indeed the truth."

He removed the sword from his sister's throat and placed it back in the table where she left it, and sat back down. He was the very example of calm and collected. It was truly as if he had no care in the world. None of them knew, just how big of an act it was. As relaxed as he was, he still struck out like a cobra. Ileana had gotten in her shot and Sav wasn't going to let her have another. He took out a dagger and started twirling it around his fingers in a very lazy and carefree, fluid motion as he waited for Ileana to decide if she wanted to risk dying tonight or if she would act like a lady for once in her life. He wasn't worried about his brothers. They seemed to both be agreeable tonight.

Vasile `` @michael78 `` Ileana | 814

[Vasile]

Vasile moved a tad bit away from Savitar when he sat down, sliding more toward Mihail. It wasn't that he didn't want to be close to his brother, it was more that he couldn't believe he was still alive and kicking after almost one thousand years of life. He knew what Savitar was doing was a stupid idea. You never told Ileana to do something for you or tried to treat her like a servant. Even Vasile had learned his lesson long ago. He wasn't submissive in any way, oh no, quite the contrary. He was one of the most dominate people on this Earth and his sister held nothing to him, but he knew how to control his temper. He didn't let it get the best of him when something like this happened, at least he was trying not to as of recently. If it had been anyone else belittling her, she'd likely just have ended them quickly and let it go. Yet, this wasn't just anyone. It was their baby brother. It was the man that they'd thought dead for a thousand years. It was the man that now sat next to Vasile. He wasn't the boy that Vasile had loved so dearly as a human, and even now into his vampire years.

If there's one thing that Vasile regretted in this world it was how he went about beginning the vampire species. He'd been immature and power hungry then. He was still power hungry, but he could see the effects of his actions on the world. Las Vegas itself was being thrown into a war between two warring covens. Nevertheless, his actions had cause the death of many of his family members, the wives and children of his two brothers, the siblings' parents, and many people who weren't part of the family. At first Vasile hadn't felt the least bit bad. He had been riding a power high, something he'd wanted since he was young. He ruled, he conquered. It was only in the recent years, when Vasile himself had started to settle down and started to expand his family that the grief and regret hit him. He wished he hadn't put them through that, but in retrospect, he loved his immortal life. He was still very much the power hungry bastard that they remembered, but he had a deep and undying love for his blood and his family.

The eldest vampire swallowed hard, able to see the fact that his sister was about to lose it. Instinct kicked into flight mode and he moved to try and grab Savitar before his sister could get to the man. He was too late to get him out of the way, unfortunately, and he opted to grab Mihail's arm, pushing him out of the booth and to his feet, dragging him swiftly away from the scene that was quickly unfolding. His eyes cast out toward the people who were still leaving, noting that a lot of them looked terrified. How was Ileana going to clean up after this mess? She might as well have outed vampires to the world. That was one thing that he didn't agree with. No. That was something he wouldn't let happen. He was still gripping Mihail's arm as Ileana beat Savitar to a pulp. His mouth was agape and he wasn't sure how to react to this outburst from his sister. His eyes shot to Alexei who brought Ileana her sword and Vasile started forward, letting Mihail go, "No, Ileana. What are you doing? He's already dead," he tried to reason, not wanting even more of a mess made of his little brother. He did have respect for the dead, after all.

He was cut off, freezing when Ileana took their brother's head off with her sword. For a moment he felt a flash of anger and all he wanted to do was rip Ileana apart. He loved his sister to death, but there were times where she crossed lines that she didn't even realize were there. This was one of those lines. He stalked after her, a dark expression on his features as she stood in front of the mirror. He remained out of the way, not wanting her to see the expression of contemplation on his features. What would he be able to do to punish her? His mind started to run a mile a minute and he was about to grab her as she settled back into the booth, though he hadn't even started to move after her, frozen in one place beside the mirror, the rage still in his eyes.

Then that voice. Savitar's voice. What the hell was going on? Vasile turned on his heel, looking back toward the booth, noting that Savitar's corpse was sitting up, picking up his head and putting it back on as if it were a hat. He started toward the booth, looking stunned, one of the very few times in his life when he was appalled by something happening around him. This was something he surely didn't understand. He stood at Mihail's shoulder, though, not getting too close. Gritting his teeth, he silently fixed his jacket, buttoning a few buttons absently. Luckily he was free of Savitar's blood. So was Mihail. Ileana, however, was a totally different story. By this time, Ileana was already back in the booth and Savitar had Ileana's sword against her throat. Vasile was the first to speak, "Ileana," he warned at first before looking to Savitar, "She will sit and be civil," he promised, giving a pointed look to his little sister. He wasn't going to give her the choice to argue with him. The anger he was feeling, and likely showed, was aimed completely at her, and she would be able to tell. He just hoped that she knew Vasile well enough to know that he'd make her punishment far worse than what she'd just done to Savitar.

With that, he placed his hand against Mihail's back, mostly for his own benefit. Savitar's words were hitting home and the fear and paranoia was creeping in to settle amongst his anger. He knew very well that Savitar didn't lie, so he had no doubt that he was being true to his word. That meant that Savitar was to be their death. What the eldest brother began, the youngest brother was to end. It seemed fitting but it wasn't something that Vasile was ready to let happen. Not yet. Not after everything that he had worked for. He knew he was wrong in stepping over his family, leaving their bodies in his wake, to get what he wanted. He knew he would never be forgiven for his sins, but he'd be damned if he would just lay down and let Savitar end all of this.

Vasile settled back into the booth, sitting on the very edge, the farthest away from his siblings, making sure that he could keep his eyes on the doors. If this came to blows later, he would be able to escape without much hassle, unless Savitar was really able to take him out as easily as he said he could. God be damned, the original vampire family was doomed. Vasile didn't let himself relax. He sat straight, his head held level, his gaze settling on his little brother, "Then let us talk, brother."

1228 Words - @michael78, Ileana, and @savitar - Let's get this moving!

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Mihail was about to react when all of a sudden he was pulled away from his seat by his oldest brother. Not like he had a choice. He was snatched up before he could get a word in. But as he stood by his oldest brother he was rather glad now that he was grabbed away from his seat. By what he was seeing unfold by his sister and brother. There sister was someone you didn't order around. Even if you were joking. Hail knew that from experience. And when Savitar just did it, Hail got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that something awful was about to take place. And his gut instinct was right. Before his very eyes he saw his baby brother having his head sliced clean off his neck by his own sisters hands. He wanted to throw up the minute he saw it happen! He dared not to even move though. When his sister finished he swallowed. And took a glance at his oldest brother. Hail was the peace maker. But at this point it would be useless to calm them down. Now that the drama had already happened. Hail was actually speechless and couldn't speak as he watched his baby brother fall! He didn't know of Savitar's healing ability was so dramatically enhanced....

But what happened next really made Hail sick! "Surprise!" A healed Savitar popped up like a daisy in spring time! And Hail hunched over and hid as he grabbed for a trash can. And threw up in it! He has seen some twisted stuff in his immortal life time but this had to be the real kicker. It actually made Hail throw up in one of his sisters trash cans. He knew not to throw up on her floor after what he seen and heard. When he finished he grabbed a napkin and wiped his face and gathered himself up. By now, Savitar seemed normal now. But Michael was now scared to even be near his sister after what she did to Savitar. So he remained by Vas. And hoped that Vas wouldn't mind. "May we please continue this? In peace?" He spoke up finally. Hoping his siblings would agree and listen to him. He was being as nice as possible. And hoped that his sister would remain calm from now on. That is if Savitar didn't make any more smart ass remarks to their sister. Hail still strayed clear of her. He wasn't going to cause further damage to him or his other brothers. He just wanted peace between them now more than anything.

But that was of course just him. He kept it to himself for now. Besides he knew getting Ileana and Savitar to be civil was going to be quite a challenge at this point. Michael was flexible. That was one of the good qualities about him. He hated fights. Especially between his siblings that have just now all reunited. He did miss them. But if they were going to be like this, turn a nice family reunion into a war zone, then Hail would have to pass on future engagements. Hail didn't speak much. He was to worried and watching Savitar to see if he was alright. And not to mention he hated thinking it. But he was happy to see Vas. Even though the man blackmailed him. It was always family that came first with Mihail. And he was hoping soon the other three would see that too. But he wasn't gonna push. Even though he wanted to be with his family and all the hate disappears from them all. Considering Savitar, that won't be so easy. And even Hail himself held a small grudge towards Ileana and Vas still for what they did to him....

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Word Count::641
Tag::Vas, Sav,Ileana(closed)
Notes::Sorry it took me forever

[Ileana]

Speechless. She could not find any words that were suitable for how she felt when his head began to....talk. Slowly turning her gaze from her brothers stood away from her, her eyes fell upon the witchcraft that was her walking, talking brother. With a stone cold obsessive look, Ileana could not take her eyes off the flesh on her brother's deceased body latching onto one another and creating life once more. To her side, even Alexei was at a loss of how to act. He had stood by her side for years now and even he thought he'd seen it all. Dead was dead. Even in the immortal world. There was no coming back from it. As the now warm blade of her own sword was suddenly at her throat, she could only turn her watery eyes towards her brother in a continued stunned silence. Alexei thought to step in yet he knew better than to act hero to Ileana. If Ileana found herself at the end of a sword, she would claim it was at her own doing. Vasile's command to stay sat down was ignored, if not even heard and Ileana continued to stare at her brother. Fear. It filled her like a long lost drug to an addict. Ileana was an immortal. She did not die. Least not by his hand. Taking a breath as he took the sword from her throat, her gaze did not leave his. It was a mix of confusion, fear and a burning desire to know why he was like that. Soon her gaze turned to that of his dagger and it was then that his words began to sink in.

Turning in her seat ever so slightly, finally removing her gaze from Savitar. ”Alexei” she beckoned, lifting her eyes to try catch his. Alexei was also staring at Savitar and it took a second, sharper call to catch his attention. ”Найти ведьму (Find Witch)” she commanded in what little Russian she knew. Alexei nodded and stepped forward to remove the sword from the table. Giving Savitar a cold look, he pulled the blade up and left the dance floor, motioning for anyone left to follow. He would have a busy night ahead. Ileana could only hope that the witch she had sent him after would be able to explain how this magic would work. The many perks of being a club owner. All sorts come through. Especially the young and foolish. Ileana refused to live in fear. She had come too far to be slain now. Vasile didn't even realise the scale of her power across the globe. No one did. Just like Savitar turning up tonight like he did, she had been doing her own thing for the century gone. Suspecting that he knew this, she presumed to just expect him to know everything. No lies. No tricks. Treat him like he had been there the whole time. It was a violent point to her on the kill score however the lack of final death opened the game up to retaliation. If she could not kill him tonight, she would soon find a way.

”When a man tells himself every day that he is the best in the world, eventually he will believe it. So when he tells the world he is the best in the world, he is not lying in his eyes” she coldly responded, trying not to answer the tell tale tricks to get her fighting once more. There was no way that he was better than her. He knew it and she knew it. After all, it was her business they were sat in. Not his. What did he have to show for all these years of hiding? Skills? So far he had only shown her how to get your skull reshaped. Centuries of killing and fighting. Climbing the power ladder. Owning nations. Populating the world with a third of the known vampires. It was in that moment that Savitar's remark had made a good point of shining lights on them. Vasile however was the one that now caught Ileana's attention. As pointed out, he was the start of all this. Yet he also was sat in his sister's business, unaware of the changing world around him. ”Vasile keeps his hands clean. Savitar has the survival rate of a cockroach. Mihail, dear brother, at least you remain the same as I remember” Ileana bluntly stated, now mimicking Savitar's cool demeanour. She would not be outdone. Violence now meant she would lose and luckily for her, it was somewhat harder to get into a frenzy immediately after a previous attack. They may be right about her temper but she knew they feared it. If they could not control it, it was dangerous to ally and foe alike.

Ileana mainly felt hurt by Vasile taking sides with Savitar and she could see it in his eyes that he meant it. That look could not be mistaken; in the older, possibly better days when it was just the two of them on the road, that look meant she had gone too far and punishment would surely follow. That was then though and this was now. Ileana loved her brother dearly however if he got in her way in the final plan, she would let him fall. And here was a way to kill him if ever she needed it. Whilst her own head may have been on the block as well, so were the heads of her brothers. The tempting thought of being the last original certainly lingered in her mind. Right now she was surprised, caught in an ambush. But the enemy had been foolish and had given her a chance to think. Savitar would not have made it through those centuries without help or even contact. If she could not hurt him, she would hurt those he loved. If he was to slay her, she had men who would continue the work after. After all, there would be a power void and who better to fill it than the men who finish what she could not. ”Talk if you must. I have things to do and the sight of you makes me sick. Evidentially you have the same effect on Mihail” Ileana finally stated, not officially agreeing to being civil. And if they knew her as well as they thought, they'd know it was the best they'd get out of her after such a reveal.