Let's settle this //Closed: Kea, Josh\\

[Centara Zealon]

The club was full of vampires and werewolves, some intermingled while most stayed in their respective corners. She was positive that there were plenty more at the rooms that were designated for each of them. Plenty of beasts refused to be in the same room together, thinking that wolves and vampires could not live in peace together. Cen had never seen how people could think that way because, even though she had a grudge against quite a few werewolves, she did not hate the entire race. There had been plenty of werewolves she had met that she actually got along with pretty well. That was the whole point of this club was to allow the kinds to intermingle and hopefully stop hating one another while at the same time, having a place where they can get out of the critical world they lived in.

One of the reasons she was going against Darren was because she didn’t want all of these people to have to hide within this club anymore. She wanted them to be free to be themselves in the wide open areas rather than hiding behind the red door in Drear Alley. It pained her to know that she hadn’t given them that freedom yet. But that was the point of her being at the club today. Her plans needed to move forward and the only way she could do that was to put the past behind her. Taking one last look around the main bar area, Centara determined that things were quiet enough for her to leave the bartender alone in the room. After all, she was an able werewolf, capable of taking on any fights that may occur. And if not, she had a few thuggish looking vampires stationed around that could handle most anyone within that club. Most anyone. For those they couldn’t, that’s where Centara and Keara came into play. They were the unofficial bouncers of the club, finding that out one night a few years back when a major fight had erupted and no one else could handle it. It was amazing what two small female vampires could do that three large male vampires couldn’t.

Her hand ran along the wall as she made her way through the brick-lined corridors, heading back into small conference room. She pushed open the door and entered into the room. It had a large conference table in the middle with large plushy chairs surrounding it. In the back of the room was a couch with small tables on either side. Near the couch was a small bar, stocked with nearly everything that the main bar would carry. Cen made her way into the back of the room and sat sideways on the couch, putting her legs up. She reached down and pulled her wand from her knee high boots. “Expecto Patronum,” she chanted, a silvery fox protruding from her wand and trotted out the door and down the hall. It knew exactly what she wanted considering it was conjured for one reason alone. The room would soon be filled with some of the strongest vampires in Austria momentarily and she was itching to ensure that things got taken care of tonight. When the last traces of the silver wisp disappeared, a waitress entered into the room. ”Is there anything you need for tonight, my lady?” Centara looked at the witch then went and took a seat on one of the benches. “Just ensure the bar is properly stocked.” The vampire nodded and went on her way, ensuring that everything was prepared.

Centara hoped that Josh and Keara would show up first before her officers. She didn’t doubt that the officers would take their time, but she had no idea what Keara and Josh were up to. Her hope was that no one would waste her time tonight. Before the waitress left, she handed a glass of chilled blood to Centara, obviously knowing that she needed a drink. “Much appreciated,” she commented, watching as the waitress left the room. She took a drink from the glass and allowed the thick liquid to run down her throat slowly before setting the glass down on the table in front of her.

[Joshua O'Neill]

Joshua O'Neill

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Determination that is incorruptable
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As much as Josh cared for Centara, he was quite tired of being summoned like this. She called whenever she wanted, whenever she needed him. He was expected to come to her, like a little puppy whenever she beckoned him, and that was getting to be rather annoying. She was the closest thing he had to a friend these days, everyone else having renounced him. Things had gotten bad since Centara had awoken, all the way to the point that even Gillian hadn't responded too him. She was tired of him, and it seemed as if she had a new plaything, one that wasn't quite so persistant. She had been his last link to his old life, the only thing that tied him to the boy he used to be. Now things were changing, and he no longer felt the pangs of humanity tugging at him with every decision. He was finally beginning to become the vampire he had been born to be, or rather reborn to be.

He was determined not to rush to the meeting with Centara, not ready to give her the satisfaction of his complete attention. He slowly pulled his cloak from the nightstand where he had tossed it casually, his eyes trailing over toward the other side of the bed where a half clothed witch still laid. For the life of him he couldn't recall her name, although it wouldn't really matter by the end of the day. It wasn't like he planned on speaking to her again, let alone bedding her again. She had been easy prey, coerced by a false smile and a few velvety words. That very thought made her of no interest to him, as there was no chase involved. He longed for a challenge, and thus far he had failed to find one. He didn't bother to wake her up when he left, stepping softly out into the darkness and vanishing with a barely audible pop.

He seemed to appear from thin air in an alleyway only a few blocks from Der Keller, not keen on the idea of popping right in on the club. He walked confidently, albeit slowly, in no rush to get there. He expected this was important, otherwise she would have simply sent him an owl. He strode right past the doorman, eyeing the bar cautiously as he entered. He had seen too many scuffles take place in here over minor issues and he didn't fancy the thought of being caught up in one of them. The place was oddly quiet tonight, although he wasn't about to complain about it. He ignored the crowd, giving only a slight nod to the bartender as he stepped into the familiar hallway that led to the private rooms. His eyes fell over one of the rooms for a moment, slight nostalgia gripping him as he did so. It was in that very room a little over three years ago that he had been sired, and he couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief that they weren't using that particular room to meet tonight.

He didn't bother knocking, knowing that Centara was expecting him. She was radiant as ever, although he barely looked at her like that anymore. She had the same desires that he did, and therefore he didn't have to chase her. He took a seat without uttering a word, his eyes rolling back. He had deliberately taken his time and he was still the first one here. Wonderful.

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[Keara Sonnet]

“You have to be kidding me. Now?” Kea snapped at the silver fox that had just made its way up to her in the small bar. There were few people around and luckily they did not care too much to listen to the conversation. She let out a low hiss under her breath as she pulled a few sickles out of her pocket and slammed them down onto the counter, taking her last shot before getting up from the stool and leaving. The fox disappeared in that moment. Was the meeting just with her? If it was at Der Keller she was sure that wasn’t the case. If Centara wanted to talk, she knew well enough that she could find Keara very easily. If she sent the fox, she was pretty sure that this was a bigger meeting. But she had never really been invited to one of her meetings with the officers. In fact, she usually came into them by chance or came around not too long after it ended. So what was the deal? She had been in this bar only mere minutes when that happened and she was actually in the middle of debating about whether she was going to attempt to write Tristan and see if she could convince him to leave the Ministry. However, it looked like she would not get that opportunity. She would have to do it later.

She made her way out of the bar before apparating just outside the door of Der Keller. The protection on the club kept her from apparating inside but she didn’t care. It wasn’t that much to walk a few extra steps into the club. The bouncers quickly moved out of her way as she entered, obviously realizing she was not in the happiest of moods. The past week had been amazing with little time spent in the club. Ever since Centara woke up, she had time to herself for once and didn’t have to be at the club 24/7. It was obvious that the bouncers realized she liked it better that way. Her eyes scanned the club to see if anyone else important was around and that was when she saw one of the male officers rounding the corner. The assumption that the meeting wasn’t just with her was correct. It was a meeting with everyone. Now she was wondering what it was going to be. Merlin, if she had any anticipation of this meeting, it was going to take forever. Chances were she was going to be told that she needed to choose her side finally and she was not very sure how she felt about that. If Cen asked her one more time, Keara was sure she would scream. It didn’t help that she had affection for people on either side. Both Damien and Tristan had her undead heart. How could she choose between the two?

The door shut just before she had reached it, causing her to be that much more frustrated. The bloke had to know she was behind him but obviously he wasn’t that perceptive. When she opened it again, two of the three had already arrived and Josh was there as well. Yeah, this wasn’t going to be good. Cen was in the back on the couch, lounging around as if they were here for a casual meeting. Keara shook her head before walking over and grabbing a glass, pouring herself a glass of fresh blood. As she poured it, the last remaining officer made their way into the room, closing the door behind them. “Cen, this better be good because you interrupted me on my night off,” she muttered, glaring at the vampire before taking a seat next to Josh. It wasn’t log after Keara sat down that the only female officer spoke up. Merlin, this wasn’t going to be much fun. The officers questioning Cen never went over well.

[Centara Zealon]

Centara watched the door as it opened and closed every few minutes. First Josh made his way in, then two of her officers in succession, then Kea, and finally the last officer. Keara was nto very pleased with her but honestly she was not surprised. “I’ll make it fast,” she muttered to her friend, taking a drink from her own glass. When they all took her seat, she stood up and made her way to the head of the table. Before she even had a chance to sit down, her female officer spoke up. ”You have been awake for nearly a month and you’ve failed to get in contact with us till now? And you invite them?” Centara narrowed her eyes in the vampires direction. She absolutely hated it when she was questioned by them. “Trust me, you’ll be happy I waited this long,” she spat before taking her seat. The coma had ended a while back but she would not meet with the group until she was sure about what was going to happen next. She had figured that out days before.

“Yeah, I’ve been awake for a while and with no thanks to you three, I was safe during that time. If Josh hadn’t’ve found me, who knows what the hell would have happened. I’m sure you lot would not have come running.” There was a slight growl in her voice as she spoke, getting more apparent the more she spoke. “However, that’s not the reason I called you all here.” With a flick of her wrist, a bottle of whiskey appeared in the middle of the table. Her eyes scanned the vampires around the table waiting for any sort of reaction. She saw little to no reaction in most of them, however, one officer, his pupils immediately dialated and his body language changed instantly. “Now that’s what I thought,” she muttered, grinning as she slid her chair away from the table. “I’m sure the three of you know exactly what that bottle is, but only one of you really had anything to do with it, am I right?” She stood up and walked behind the three officers who sat on one side of the table. Placing a hand on the two outside chairs, she leaned in between them. “Now see, with your reaction, I know who did it. I just really want to know how you managed it.”

The reaction from the male was what she had expected. ”Managed what? I have no idea what you’re talking about. If you’re talking about how the bottle is nearly empty, I’d assume you did that cause I didn’t.” Centara chuckled softly before moving one of her hands from the chair to the officers neck, holding one of her sharp nails against it. “You poisoned me and I want to know how.” The three of them obviously knew something she didn’t, and she was determined to get it out of them. “The reason I brought these two along,” she added, motioning to Kea and Josh, “was to make sure I didn’t lose it too much.” Moving away from the three, she took her seat again. “How the hell did you manage to put me into a coma? Because I’m sure it wasn’t easy. I’m also sure that if it was a human who had drank from that bottle, they’d probably be dead.”

The vampires knew they weren’t going to get out of it. They had been had. ”Potions master in Transylvania informed us of something he had been working on. There was no idea on the results, but he was wrong. His prediction was it would put you down for at least five years. Guess we can attribute that to you not drinking the entire bottle.” The male vampire obviously knew there was nothing to get them out of the problem they were in. The last thing she wanted as an officer was someone who spilled their guts with just a little pressure. “So considering I’m pretty sure I know who you’re talking about, the question now remains why? What made you do it?” Centara was interested in finding out all of this information first. That was, before she killed them.

”You were taking too damn long,” the female spoke up, her own eyes growing bright red in an instant. ”You talk about how you were tired of the Dark Lord taking so long with his plan but you were taking just about so long. The only downfall about our plan? You never told us who the Dark Lord was. Kept us from being able to move forward.”

Centara grinned, knowing full well that they had messed up on that account. She never spoke Darren’s name out loud, smart enough to know that the moment she did, they would probably try and do the work on their own. She wasn’t stupid. “And this is why I only can trust the two of you,” she commented, looking at Keara and Josh. “You all are very enthusiastic about the plan for our kind to take over the world. But you went about moving the plan forward in the wrong fashion. If you had just stayed on track, chances are, we would be in the muggle world having a feast rather than here.” A second later, the one of the vampires had ran to the door, their hand only managing to touch the handle to the door before they turned to ash. Centara had anticipated them attempting to run. Her fingers dripped with blood from cutting off the vampires head before they had a chance to leave. A moment later she had done the same to the other two, three piles of ash now laying in the room. Little did she know, the vampire had managed to crack the door open enough to allow the sound barrier from the outside to be broken.

“Well that was entertaining,” she commented, cleaning off her hand with a rag from the bar before sitting down. “So, we know how they did it. Now the question is, are you two still with me? Or do you feel the same way as they do?”

[Keara Sonnet]

It seemed like in an instant, Centara had gone from sitting on the couch to ready to kill anyone sitting in that room with her. Keara had no idea what was so upsetting that would cause her attitude to change so quickly, but she knew she would find out in a moment. Deciding to keep to herself while she waited to find out, Keara took another sip from her glass. It didn’t take long for the vampire leader to start snapping at the three on the other side of the table. Obviously, whatever Keara had been called here for, it wasn’t because of something she had done. That allowed her to relax quickly but when the bottle of whiskey appeared on the table, her eyebrows arched. What the hell did whiskey have to do with anything? Her eyes shot back and forth between Centara and the officers before she realized what was going on. They had to do with the coma? Keara wondered how they could have done something like that with a simple bottle of whiskey.

It did not take long for her suspicions to be confirmed and for the question to be answered of how it had happened. A potion was no surprise considering anything could be done using different chemicals, herbs, and other ingredients. But to know that there was a potion out there that could put a vampire in a coma? That seemed so unreal that it had to be true. They mentioned it being a potion master in Transylvania and it would not surprise Keara if another trip to Transylvania would now be in order at the end of this meeting. She didn’t mind because she actually loved to travel to the country. It was ridiculously fun to be surrounded by people who were like you, despite being outnumbered by the amount of people that wanted you dead. When the vampires admitted that the only reason Centara was still alive was because the Dark Lord’s name hadn’t been mentioned, Keara nearly cringed. That was not the best thing they should have said.

“And this is why I only can trust the two of you.” Keara merely leaned back in her chair. She knew what was coming next. The three were going to be gone in a moment. And she was right. Moments later there were three piles of ash in the room representing the vampires who had just tried to make their escape. “Entertaining for you,” Keara commented, glancing under the table at two of the piles and towards the door at the third. “I’m not cleaning that up, by the way,” she added, downing the rest of the blood from her glass. She knew the question that was coming next and glared at Centara for even asking. What did the woman expect from her? “Though I refuse to pick a side in this thing as I’ve told you before, you know I still stand by your side. I’m tired of being controlled by the ministry and it’s about time we do something about it.” She wondered what Josh’s reaction would be to the question but she was more interested to find out what the woman down from her was thinking.

“How did you find out it was the whiskey that caused the coma? And how did you know they were the ones behind it?” Her mind thought about what she had just said for a second and something else came to mind. “Or did you know? Was this all just a test to see if your judgment was right?”