((must be different - my Michelle is a, well, somewhat masochistic Ventrue lawyer (actually Setite masquerading as a Ventrue). More IC soon!))

((Yes but Gabe, you're forgetting that Steve was also an illiterate halfwit :P His other characters included Judas, the Cappadocian and his 1st character Kaleb a Gangrel. Strangely all of his characters had identical personalities. They were all fond of extreme torture, and wanted to have sex with any willing female :?

Kathy chatted to porter as they walked out of the club, his obvious relief of being out of the stifling atmosphere evident on his face.

"you see is wasn't that bad was is?"

Kathy grinned as his body seemed to bulge, stretching the seams of the suit to its limits.

"well alright , I admit it....maybe not the place for an old gangrel like yourself"

porter growled in response and they walked over to where Gabriel stood.

"you know one of these days hes going to wake up and that phone is going to be gone......mislaid you might say.....well it would if I had the stamina to listen to him ranting and raving about it" she laughed as she reached around gabriel's broad back as he finished his call.

"now little lady....were would you like to go now?" he said as he pulled her around to him.

"well I think porter could do with stretching his legs a bit ...its a bit like having a dog isnt it ?"

Gabriel bit back a grin as he saw porter's face.

"well a walk it will be then, no doubt you have somewhere in mind"

" oh yes....down by the river , theres a delightful wine bar"

They’d left the club just as the last few dregs of Cairo’s clubbing society drained out of the doors.

A cackling, shambling, drunken horde of figures. Spilling out of the doors behind the three kindred as they headed to neighbouring bars and clubs. The streets echoing with their inebriated, false cheer.

Porter pulled and pawed at the ill-fitting jacket and grunted as the two younger Kindred poked fun at him.

[i:b1c3c8141a]“Lead on little girl.”[/i:b1c3c8141a] He smirked at Kathy before returning his attentions to the confines the clothes enforced upon him. They followed her along the banks of the Nile. She would have passed as local, were she less flamboyantly dressed, her knowledge of the streets made the two men pause for thought.

[i:b1c3c8141a]“It’s just around here. Ahhh yes, here we are. Karkaday Wine Bar.”[/i:b1c3c8141a] She didn’t wait for their reaction, quickly stepping inside and choosing a table that overlooked the impressive waters. A number of patrons sat eating Mezzas. Hummus, Ta'miyya and Felafel were just some of the dishes Gabriel recognised as he headed for the elegant bar. Porter waved off any refreshments as Gabriel returned with Turkish coffee. Stirring the thick, treacle-like beverage as a waiter appeared carrying a glass of red wine, and it’s parent bottle.

[i:b1c3c8141a]“That will be all, thankyou.”[/i:b1c3c8141a] He nodded appreciatively at the swarthy waiter before taking Kathy’s hand in his own. His smiling glance sent goose bumps racing up her back.

Porter sat idly watching the pointless courtship dance, his mind on older memories and considering taking the sights in.

[i:b1c3c8141a]“I can’t express just how glad I am that you’re here, Porter.”[/i:b1c3c8141a]

Porter looked back, his green eyes glazed with mnemonic distractions.

[i:b1c3c8141a]“Sorry? Oh that. Uhhh yes of course. The climate isn’t to my liking, but I’ve been in worse places. With poorer company.”[/i:b1c3c8141a] Gabriel sensed that the last sentence was an attempt at a compliment, added as an afterthought rather than being one of genuine affection. He smiled as the old Gangrel scratched at his neck where the jacket collar rubbed his skin.

[i:b1c3c8141a]“Is it just me, or is it a little stifling in here?”[/i:b1c3c8141a] He groaned, obviously in some discomfort.

[i:b1c3c8141a]“Yes it is rather warm...and wet.”[/i:b1c3c8141a] Kathy grinned, flashing a sly glance at Gabriel before licking her lips in a blatantly sexual manner. The Ventrue Ancillae tried miserably to suppress the flushing of his face as he read her intentions in her eyes.

He cleared his throat. Porter, oblivious this time to the sexual undertones of the conversation, tapping the table with his finger.

((To my knowledge, Steve never played Michelle St. Claire. Michelle was always played by the vixen who is writing her now :twisted: ))

((Ports you dirty bastard! I love it! :twisted: I should be posting tomorrow night after I get back from the gym. Play on gang, play on!

(( :roll: !!!! I'd just lie to say that the author did not ask my permission to put in such a pervy comment!!!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrrr@ports lol

((Like you had my permission to compare walking around with Porter to having a dog? :P heheheheh

[b:6955cb8a2b][i:6955cb8a2b]Istanbul Airport, Turkey[/i:6955cb8a2b][/b:6955cb8a2b]

Tyler's contact once again studied the descriptions he had been given. Any number of flights had arrived from Cairo into Istanbul, yet none of the passengers quite seemed to fit the bill his employer had given him. He settled down and waited....

[b:6955cb8a2b][i:6955cb8a2b]Trabzon, Northeastern Turkey[/i:6955cb8a2b][/b:6955cb8a2b]

Morathi had impressed upon Julius the importance of not attracting attention to her operation, so it was a Gulfstream in a standard livery that conveyed Julius and Eveshka into Trabzon airport in the north east of Turkey. Arriving shortly after dark, the two giddy tourists oohed and aahed appropriately at the sights of the city as their taxi drove them to the Zorlu Grand in the centre of town. An army of porters arrived to deal with Eveshka's copious luggage along with the few bags that Julius had brought. Julius checked in and the pair were swiftly shown to the Presidential Suite.

Eveshka sat on the edge of the bed and bounced up and down a little, whilst Julius slipped the porters a suitable tip. By the time he had ushered them out, Eve was lying at full stretch, the split in her skirt displaying a sensual length of leg whilst her remaining garments clung to her in such a way that left nothing to the imagination. Her eyes followed Julius hungrily. She sighed with mock boredom. "So, what is there to do in a dead end town like this?" The words dripped from her lips like the scent of nectar speaking to a honey bee. "Oh I don't know." Replied Julius, taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed, his back to her. "I thought maybe head to the harbour for a bite, or this hotel has some nice bars, we could go dancing, or..." A slender hand appeared on his waist and slid up to his chest, pulling him gently but insistently in her direction. "I suppose that can all wait until later." Julius went on, as Eveshka drew him to her.

[b:6955cb8a2b][i:6955cb8a2b]Cairo, Gabriel's Hotel Room[/i:6955cb8a2b][/b:6955cb8a2b]

"Tyler, you really should ensure your contacts are reliable." Lectured Gabriel. Tyler groaned inwardly. It wasn't his fault. His contact had been waiting since the small hours at the airport and checked in regularly, if negatively. As evening had grown into night, the regular checking in had stopped and now Tyler couldn't raise him at all.

"Try calling him again." Gabriel continued.

[b:6955cb8a2b][i:6955cb8a2b]Istanbul, Chantry of Councillor Abetorius[/i:6955cb8a2b][/b:6955cb8a2b]

"And now" Said Abetorius to the petrified man strapped to just exactly the kind of table the Tremere councillor preferred, "We shall discuss your interest in Mr. Darrant."

On a table full of personal effects, the mobile began to ring. "Number withheld." Reported an apprentice to her master.

Michelle awoke from her rest screaming again. She had dreamed of Egypt. She always dreamed of Egypt it seemed, only in her dreams, it had another name. Kam? Khem? She struggled [i:edd9cb2e97]not[/i:edd9cb2e97] to remember. As she rose she put the dream behind her and made herself ready.

An hour later she was walking the evening streets of London. She had arrived in the wee hours of the morning before, having finally abandoned York.

Two days previously, at the deserted club, she had seen, or thought she had seen, the nosferatu D'Arcson, once a Primogen of York. When she had called to him, he vanished. She had spent two nights looking for him, scouring the depressed English city for any sign of that malformed kindred, or any kindred for that matter. Other memories had started to come back, names, faces: Charlotte, Jack Straw, Morathi, Gabriel, Mundug, Corn and others. She could not remember their signifigance now.

By the second night of searching for D'Arcson she had begun to doubt she had actually seen him. Had it been a trick of the mind? Had she finally gone insane? Or was the nosferatu really out there? She remembered that he had been her lover, at least once, and though the thought of her, a ventrue princess, being with a nosferatu felt wrong, she was not surprised.

She also remembered he had tried to blackmail her.

As Michelle walked the streets of London a feeling of unease came over her. She had enemies here. Kindred enemies. Ventrue? Yes. Relatives of the former seneschal of York, Trevor? Tremain? What was his name dammit? She could not remember the name of the Lord who was her enemy here either. She did remember he had off handly called her a whore once. A slight, which while true upon occasion, still deserved an answer.

And yet, she had no passion for it. She felt no need to avenge the slight. She walked on and as she did so, she came upon a building she did not remember, but which displayed a sign that did evoke a memory. It read "Darrant Industries". That name she knew. Darrant. Julian maybe? Julias? Yes, Julias she thought. An alchemist in the old traditions. A.....what was the clan.....Tremere? Yes, an upstart clan, barely a millenia old...or was it?

Holding her head in her hands she tried to shake the thought off and clear her head.

"Miss?" a man's voice behind her. "Miss? Are you alright?" A pleasant voice. She turned. A middle aged man, tailored suit, expensive case, ivory handled umbrella. As she looked up at him she saw his expression change as he got his first look at her exquisite face. It always happened like this. Her beauty, unmasked, was simply too much for mortal men - indeed, often too much for mortal women.

She smiled up at him. He would help her. Men would always help her.....

[/i]

Eveshka writhed around in ecstacy as Julius combined his natural James Bondian sex appeal with blood magic to give her euphoria that no amount of sex, drugs, or vitae had ever given her. Or... had she? Again she saw the flash of raven hair and alabastre skin, heard the sound of zithers and lutes. Then she flashed back to the present seeing Julius kissing down her perfectly toned abdomen to the soft strip of fur adorning her sex. In her mind she heard a whispered, "Yessssssss." Again that burning feeling from inside her veins filling her with waves of sexual tension bordering on unbearable pain. "Bite me, Julius," Eveshka said to Julius as his tongue explored her velvety folds and drank the sacred nectar which she could still produce. He paused a moment. She had never asked that before, nor had he ever done it. He thought for a moment, there was no danger to him. He could not be bound to her. So...

He sank his teeth into her engorged pudenda and immediately tasted her vitae and got an intense enorphine rush as he drank in her essence. Eveshka screamed and clenched the sheets in her hands and suddenly...

[i:a8961cba03] The canopied bed was enclosed by a cold stone wall decorated with Egyptian, Russian, and Renaissance French artwork and artifacts. The sheets were of deep scarlet satin. Her lover was the most intense, most breathtakingly stunning, perfectly formed, and most powerful lover she had ever had. Her lover was the Anathema Kemintiri, probably the most black listed of blacklisted vampires in existence. Eveshka was on her knees worshipping Kemintiri's sex, gently lapping at the powerful antedeluvian vitae at as ran down from the little incision above her clitoris. As she drank she became closer to Kemintiri. Everything seemed possible. Nothing was too great or too small for Eveshka's personal attendance. With Kemintiri, Eveshka was the Goddess of Beauty and Song that filled so many mortal men from Skandanivia to Northern Africa, with lust and devotion. Each drop of vitae brought her one step closer to bliss, to perfection, to..... insanity.

Then another image flashed through her mind, York. She was in York. She had to get there. She had to be with her. She knew she could find her. She needed to. She HAD to. Her Dark Mistress was calling to her from across the miles. SHE... COULD.... NOT.... RESIST..... [/i:a8961cba03]

Eveshka's reverie was broken sharply by another slap across the face from Julius.

"EVE... WAKE UP DAMMIT!!!!" he screamed, Eve's blood on his chin.

She snarled, filled with the spirit of her Regent. In a flash she used Blood Healing to stop the escape of her precious vitae. She somersaulted out of bed and threw Julius up against the wall like a rag doll. He was taken completely by surprise. She advanced on him with a sinister, feral smile on her lips and her fangs visibly extruded.

"You, DARE, strike me?" she said. She used her maxed out Celerity and Clothos to close the distance between them in about a 2 shakes. This time Julius was ready however. Although he was not quite as fast as she was, he was still fast enough to move out of the way. She clawed a piece of him though, and his shoulder was bleeding profusely. As he had his head about him, and Eveshka clearly did not, and he had no intention of hurting her permanently, he did the only thing he could think of doing.... he immoblized her with a spell.

"IMMOBILIO CORPUS!!," roared the Pontifex, and instantly Eveshka dropped to the ground as docile as a kitten.

((nice place to stop so Julius can decide what he wishes to do))

((Could someone give a rough summary of the story? I really cant be fucked to read it all. Also, if theres any way a stupid fucking Gangrel (not Porter, Euryon) could fit in, and would be useful to anyone as some sort of aide/"NPC" then let me know. I need some storyline to get into))

((Why not Eury?

((My monitor gives me headaches

Porter grew increasingly morose. The trappings of mortal society lost on him many years previous. He watched with growing disinterest as Gabriel and Kathy’s fondlings became ever more insistent. Sighing he made his restlessness even more blatant.

[i:59bc2f7b97]“What’s wrong, Porter? Not embarrassing you are we?”[/i:59bc2f7b97] Kathy smiled cheekily, her face flushed with excitement as Gabriel projected his intentions into her mind. The two youngsters turned their attentions to the irritable feral.

[i:59bc2f7b97]“Embarrassed? No. Bored? Yes.”[/i:59bc2f7b97] Porter feigned sleepiness, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

[i:59bc2f7b97]“I think I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it. If you’ll excuse me?”[/i:59bc2f7b97] He stood, smiling at the two Kindred before heading towards the door.

[i:59bc2f7b97]“Wait! Porter?”[/i:59bc2f7b97] Gabriel trotted after him as Kathy sipped from her glass.

[i:59bc2f7b97]“We’re staying at the Sheraton Heliopolis Hotel. Meet us there tomorrow evening if you could. Oh and Porter?”[/i:59bc2f7b97]

Porter had nodded to the affirm at the Hotel’s mention. He merely grunted however as Gabriel spoke again.

[i:59bc2f7b97]“Thanks again for agreeing to come.”[/i:59bc2f7b97]

Gabriel’s warmth irritated him. He had grown used to the younger Ventrue deriding him during his brief stint as Security Chief. He curled his lips in a surly sneer and nodded.

Gabriel watched as the Gangrel walked to the river’s edge. Disrobing, thankfully under cover of darkness Gabriel noted. He watched as the Gangrel’s body seemed to collapse on itself. Becoming smaller, losing the clumsy limbs of a man, as it adopted a form more fitted to flight.

Hopping onto the railing that guarded the Nile’s banks, the tiny Shrike screeched before lifting off. Soaring over the river as it elected to take in the sights.

Gabriel watched with amazed eyes.

He had seen Protean used countless times, but it still filled his undead heart with wonder.

For all his riches, his countless travels across the globe, reclining in the luxurious belly of a plane. He would never experience the simple, majesty and pleasure in flying under his own steam, on his own wings. He watched the bird disappear before returning to his waiting lover’s side.