{All VAmpires} Calling the Coven

[Jack]

War was inevitable. A long hidden and surpressed revenge finally coming out. He knew it wouldn't be long but he had made his choice years ago to become the Master of the Vampires rather than be Chainz's pet and lap dog. He paced before his throne, hair swept back as though he had run his hand through his hair a million times. He was wearing his usual black clothing and fatigue was evident on his face. He was going to have to make some serious decisions tonight and he wasn't sure how his Coven was going to take it. Chainz and her dark "Army" was way out of hand and they were going to be need stopped.

Alex slouched in a chair not far off, a sour look on his face as he watched Jack pace back and forth, a look of pure ease about him. He had no reason to be there except that Willym had told him to stay at the Cave and not move until he told him to. "Father, will you sit down and calm down?" he said in a non-chalant voice.

Jack turned to him with a glare. "Easy for you to say!" he snapped. "You aren't the one who controls what this Coven does!"

Alex shrugged and said, under his breath, "Not that I care..." Jack obviously didn't hear him as he returned to his pacing.

[Trix]

Willym stood in the shadows of the throne room, farthest from his father and brother, watching with unamusement as his creator paced back and forth, obviously plagued with a distasteful feeling.

The eldest twin leaned against the wal he stood by his dark, obsidian eyes flickering between his father and brother as they spoke to one another., musing about his father's comment. 'You won't be for very long either father.'

Moving from his shadowed post, he sauntered to the pair, looking cool and composed. "It is very unbecomming of you to let others see you emotions father." Willm stated coldly, looking over at Alex, a wave of relief washing over him. At least his brother had the mind to stay away from Chainz, that meant he would have a reprieve in that area.. for now at least/ He could only hope that they could gain controll of the beast- that made his brother absolutely powerless against her.

He folded his arms and blinked at the other two men.


Lora arrived in the throne room with an untouchable grace, her everymovement like an intrecate dance, twining her beauty and surreal elegance with the absolution that she carried herself with. Her attire for the 'eve, was that of royalty, certainly. A sweeping ebont train of silk followed the filmy skirt, flowing up into the corsette bodice, laced with crimson ribbon.

Her red hair was drawn away from her face, and dark green eyes lined with kohl. She approached her love, face youthful, yet aged wih anguish.

Bundled in Lora's arms, was Elyssa, her infant hands clutching onto a lock of her mother's fire hued hair. Wide blue eyes looked around the room, taking in the sight of her father and brothers, a soft cooing noise escaping her rosebud lips.

[Jack]

Alex felt Willym approch before he saw him. He turned his head just as he appeared out of the shadows and he kept his face emotionless. With the arrival of their baby sister, he felt no hatred or jealousy, none of those dark thoughts. It was her damned power. He turned his attention, instead, to his mother as she appeared and he nodded his head to her. He may never talk to his parents but he at least respected her. She was his mother after all.

Jack turned at Willym approched and his eyes narrowed. "I'm sure I'm not the only one." he growled, going back to pacing. "You may be Master before this day is over so I wouldn't patronize me." he told him, glancing at him. "I've called all the Coven here because we need to all sit down and talk." He turned as Lora approched and quickly went to her side, wrapping his arms around her and Elyssa. He placed a kiss on Lora's cheek. "How are you today, love?" he asked her.

[Trix]

Willym blinked as his mother walked through the room, momentarily ae struck by the combination of her ehtreal presence, and his sister's cptivating aura. He shook his head and looked away, to his father 'Don't patronize me' His dark eyes locked onto his father's troubled face and leaned back on his heels hands resting on lean hips.

His and Alex's work would be much easier once he had the coven's power behind him. Root out the weak, and make the coven as powerful as it once was- as feared as it once was. To teach those fools of the light why they remin inside at night.

Folding his arms he blinked at his brother and nodded slowly.



Lora smiled inwardly at the sight of her family, finally re-united. Her eyes were hooded when Jack came to her side. She smiled charmingly and brushed her cheek against his, an ultimate show of her love. She sighed gently and bounced Elyssa as she fussed. "I am fine love, just tired. She is quite demanding..." The vampriss mused lightly. Their daughter truly did need more attending to, as she was mortal. Her green eyes found those of her love and she sighed lightly again.

Elyssa sqealed playfully and gnawed on the piece of her mother's hair she'd been holding onto, coating it her infant saliva, a broad grin on her face. "Mmmlsrggh." She chirped, giggling.

Lora shushed the baby, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Now now dear, hush."


Keila, the vampriss who had been Lora's mid-wife, at the birthing of her twins entered the throne room, her arms protectively cradling her swollen, pregnant stomach. After being abandonned by Gabriel, she hadn't been around the coven much, but as a member of the clan here- she returned when called upon.

Tilting her head, she blinked with large bronze doe eyes at the assembled members. The royal family, and the new daughter. A soft smile parted her deep crimson lips. Even in the dread and terror, there was beauty- here within the race she called her own.

"M'lords, M'ladies."

[Jack]

Alex turned his head ever so slightly to gaze at his brother. When he nodded, he nodded back, a respectful greeting. So far, he had no idea what was going on out there. He had been cooped up here for far too long.

Jack smiled at Elyssa and took her hand from Lora's hair with his one finger. "How's my little Charlie?" he asked her. "You're getting to look just like your mother!" he told her, tickling her stomach.

When Keila entered, he stood up. Keila, Lora and him had a history. Jack had attacked Gabriel when he though he was beating Keila but they all ended up witnessing the twin's birth together. Though, Jack hadn't seen either of them in years. He decended the dias towards her with his arms wide open. "Keila! So nice to see you again!" he said with a smile, coming up to her and placing a hand softly on her back. "Come. Sit down to ease your burden." he told her.

[bynx]

The vampriss that entered carried an old grace with her, one filled with history and knowledge. Her face only told stories of her travels and her experience, and her ageless eyes held nothing but a titanium silver orb that flashed as light hit upon it. Her eyes were outlined in a thick, dark line made of Kohl, her powdering skin a milky color, accenting the black upon her body, face and hair.

Her hair was up, tied on the top of her head, her black, red, and white dreads flowing freely behind her. Her lips were a deep rose red, flaring out, her two silver lip piercings shining. She wore her usual attire. Why? She loved to toy with the mortals. Profiling another race will get you killed, and she enjoyed the hunt.

Her movements were graceful and silent. She was waiting for the dreaded meeting to cease, so she could continue with her toy, which she planned on inviting inside. She would let the other play before she won the game.

Her sightless orbs darted around, focusing on where voices were echoing from.

[Trix]

Charlie giggled as her father's fingers tickled her stomach and turned her face into her mother's chest, squealing in delight. Her infantile fingers clenched themselves into fists and she giggled, flailing them at random.

Lora's adoring gaze of bronze went from her husband to her daughter, withough faulter. Truly the child was a miracle. She placed a slender, feminine forefinger under her infant's chin, and turned her face toward her own, looking for the complete and utter release of stress she created.

Willym was slightly uncomfortable with the vast amount of affection being tossed around the room, with little care. He shifted his weight, and leaned on the pillar he stood infront of, obsidian eyes flickering with mal-intent. As a coven, it was customary to act as family; this, he understood. What he did not understand, was as a revered race who would be attaced by their 'allies' why they were sitting and wasting tme with merriment.
"Mother. Father. Is it truly the place for an infant, the midst of creatures who would just as likely drain her as accept her as heir."
Though his words had been that of a question, the tone was that of a statement.

Lora shot her son a dismissive look, and shook her head before looking at Keila, and her swollen stomach. Her face lit up, and a luminous smile graced her lips. "Keila, dear friend." She greeted, walking gracefully, like fog toward her friend and lover.

Keila returned the smile at Jack, her eyes filled with laughter. She extended her own arms when he put a hand on her back, to assist her, and gave him a friendly hug. As a vampire, you do cherish your immortal friends. She nodded.
"It has been a while hasn't it? So good to see you and Lora again Jack."
She eased into a chair and expelled a grateful, fatigued and completely unnessicary breath. When her eyes caught sight of Alex and Willym, they widened. Those were the boys? The boys whom she had been present to birth? Her smile faded somewhat, but her joyful atmosphere did not.

Willym closed his eyes, and listened to the being within Keila's womb. No heart beat. Vampire. Just as he had thouht his anaysiss complete, he heard the beating of developing wings. A hybrid? Vampire-Fallen Angel? His dark eyes opened buwere hooded. 'So this is the woman who has been bedding the blue angel, eh?'
He gave her the once over. Her face was pretty, but not memorable, body was athletic- over all, he was not amused. But- then again, she was not Elle- and definately not Chainz.
Still, any surviving vampire would be his one day, and he cleared his throat. "Keila, a pregnant woman should know that a war is no place for her." He paused, making a gesture to her swollen stomach. "...Take refuge with the Fallen Angels- tell them whose child you are carrying. They will keep you safe- at least until the child is born. It will be safer there than here." He stated knowingly, wanting to preserve all that he would one day rule.

Lora was the first to notice the next vampriss whom had entered the room, and gave her a nod in greeting. "Good to see you've made it." She smiled softly, pulling her mortal enchantres child closer, silently wondering if her odd, charm could work on someone who could not see her. As a mortal in a den of vampires. Lora saw Willym's point.

[Jack]

Jack turned slightly to Lora and murmered in her ear. "See if the old nurse will take care of Charlie for now." he whispered. "Perhaps this isn't the time for the Coven to see their young heiress." he told her, glancing at the old woman. He turned back to Willym as he decended the stairs, all business now.

He grabbed him under the arm and made to move away. "I want to talk to you... Alone." he growled under his breath.

Alex narrowed his eyes as Jack moved away and, instead, turned to his mother. "If you want, I can take her to her nurse." he offered, standing up and walking over towards her.

[Trix]

Lora, whom had been showing Keila her new infant, was simply glowing as Alex addressed her. Looking up, a brief flash of hesitance seemed to dance through ehr deep bronze eyes before she nodded, and brought her vampric teeth lightly against her lip. With a gentle, yet impossibly fast movement, she had nestled Elyssa into ehr elder brother's arms. She looked up at her son with a loving expression, and cradled his cheek in her palm- briefly. She nodded to him, before slowly turning back to Keila and murmuring about un-important matters.

Willym, whom had watched the exchange silently, ignored his father's grasp, until his annoyance at being touched flooded through his icy facade. "Whatever besuits you." He replied, velvet voice void of emotion.

With a undefined motion, he slid his arm from his creator's grasp, and sent him a cold look. "Though nessescities are what besuit me." The motion and his words spoke volumes.

[Jack]

Alex took Elyssa from his mother's hands and stared down into her wide blue eyes. She was staring at him with curiosity, as though she had never seen a creature like him before. He wouldn't be surprised if that was what she was thinking. He did feel like a monster lately. He glanced at his mother as she walked away and turned, leaving the throne room with his sister. Her intoxicating blood drew him to her but her aura kept him at bay. It was like an aphrodeciack. (sp?)

Jack let his hand fall to his side when Willym thrust his arm out of his grip. He sighed. "I can hold onto the Coven any longer with Chainz threating to destroy everything I have created. Seeing as you are the first born above your brother, I'm offering you the throne in hopes that you will take it wisely and lead us all out of this fucked up mess." he told him, handing him the ring that the current King always wore. It was a black silver with tight cords around the band and an onyx stone studded on the top. It had the cresent of the Duvaldon family on it. "Do you, Willym Duvaldon, except the title of Leader of the Vampires?" he asked, raising a brow.

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