Halcyon Halls

Who: Henry, and Vallis
When: Thursday late night
Where: The Halls of Halcyon
What: Vallis has been hiding for too long.


Having one childe within close range was one thing. Having two however, well, that could present a greater problem. To each, he was a different man, to each, he was the same man. Never once had he kept company with more than one at a time. He never planned to sway from that. However, here he was, in such a mix, and with no real way to extract himself from it. Of course, Henry was not aware of his presence, he could so easily just keep his distance, and maintain the appearance of being a stranger. Yet, Vallis was curious. Curious to see what sort of man his son had become. Unlike Lily, whose mind was so easily tapped into, Henry shielded his, with impressive talent at that. Vallis could not learn about the man from his memories, or thoughts. Nor could he trust what he knew of him some three centuries before. A vampire changed greatly in an extended period of time, he had. They became new people... chameleons. The changed when it was needed, and adapted. Each evolution did have some effect on the core of their personality.

Not even his curiosity had him pushing eagerly for a reunion. Not once had he even glimpsed the man, in his time at Halcyon. Sensed him, yes, but not witnessed him. Even now as his fingers danced across the keys of the music room piano, he felt the slightest draw to the north of him. The playing slowed, his head turning ever so slightly away from the music, and the young woman he was entertaining with the piece by Beethoven. Which was difficult to do, considering she was straddling his lap, and sucking at the skin of his neck rather enthusiastically. He wasn't even sure if she was a student, or not. A young fae, he knew that much, and the need to no more was not present. "You know, mon cher... that talent, would be of better use, below my belt." Yet when the woman slid down towards the floor, he used a foot to brush her aside. "Not now. You will know for next time. As for now, you will leave." His attention was now else where, and she wasn't fetching enough to sway his attention.

Vallis' eyes remained fixed on the black, and white keys, while the woman rose from the floor, and moved to the door, and exited. It wasn't until her footsteps finally faded out of range down the hallway, that he allowed his hands to fall from the graceful intrument. The sensation was growing, nearing... he would have to face him, or completely give into the truth that he was a coward. Which he was, but he would never admit to it. He lowered the key cover, and rose from the varnished black bench. Upon reaching the doorway, he leaned back against it, watching as the figure of a tall man approached. Why was he expecting him to look different? Aside from the lack of a beard, he hadn't changed. He was a man of this age. A chameleon vampire. Just what he should be.

"You are the grounds keeper, no?" Vallis called out, enticing the man into conversation before he had the chance to pass him without a word passed between them. He was curious to see if the thick English accent remained. His own, at the time of their first meeting had been painfully thick, not to mention his English had not been supurb. Now, it was perfect, and only a hint of his home country remained, lining each word. "Henry... Tanner, I believe they said. It would seem that you are as trusted in this place, as I am. Funny... we have the same young woman to thank for that." He smiled, tucking his hands into the pockets of his trousers. "Tanner... when did you stop going by Lytton?"

Who: Henry, and Vivian
Where: The Lux Hotel
When: Friday Night


If anyone touches my bike, I will have to murder something. Oh yes, that was a good way of thinking. It was, however, completely true. She hated parking her price in public places, ones which she knew would have it well out of sight for a time. No, she wasn't planning to stick around the whole night, but she had no way of knowing when he might decided to show up. Henry had the habit of making her wait, so, she wasn't going to rush herself. The Indian purred loudly, as she drove into the hotel parking lot, picking a spot at the side of the building, and then lowering the kick stand with the tip of her booted foot. Once leaning, she turned off the ignition, and plucked her bag from the back of the bike. The sun had been down for less than an hour. The stars were becoming steadily more visible, hovering over the haze still hanging back from the sun. It was the most she could glimpse of the day, without the protection of the schools windows in place. Those warm brown eyes of her watched the horizion, drifting back, and forth as she made her way towards the entrance of the hotel. This was either going to be a long night, or a hellishly short one.

The Lux was a nice enough place. Nothing compared to the bigger hotel on the island, but then again, she wasn't about to have this meeting in a place that would likely break her wallet. This was more within her price range, and any other charges that followed, she figured she could handle. Walking into the lobby, she approached the front desk, giving them her name, and asking if he had checked in yet. He hadn't, good, that gave her a bit more time to plan. Handing over her credit card, she charged the room, and took her key card with a thanks. This was going to suck... plain, and simple. This was not something she was looking forward to at all. It read very clear on her face, and by her steps. Moving as if she were walking to her execution. Fuck, maybe she was. There was no way this was going to be a happy ending.

When the light on the lock turned green, she pushed down on the handle, and stepped inside. The first thing that struck her, the smells. It was odd, even in hell, she could pick up on the individual smells of everyone who passed her. Cleanser, and laundry soap stuck out the most, yet, still faintly, the smell of people who had previously occupied the room hung in the air. Some smells she would never get used to. Or, she hoped she wouldn't. Dropping her bag down onto the small sofa, that filled the living space, she moved into the bathroom. "Oh my God..." The shower, huge, the bath tub huge. It beat the hell out of the showers at the school. Okay, she, and Jaida were going to have to spend a weekend at a hotel one of these days. It would be amazing. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she turned on the tap, testing the water until it was near scolding, then pulling the stopper to close the drain. Yes, she hoped he was late now, she wanted to enjoy a bath uninterrupted.

As the tub filled, she made her way into the bedroom, slipping off her boots, and tucking them beneath the bed. Now, he wasn't going to get the show he thought he was, but, she didn't want him to catch on right away. So, she intended to look the part. Having lifted her bag on the way through, she shuffled through it, taking out her dress, and laying it, as well as the thigh high, black stockings upon the bed. The heels, she rested on the floor. After pinning up her hair, she disrobed, and slipped back into the bathroom.

Vivian was thankfully able to enjoy a good long bath, leaving her skin warm, and her body relaxed. She tucked away her old clothes, and quickly dressed, before once more occupying the rest room. It didn't take long to fix her hair, parting it severely to one side, while it set in the thick natural wave of hers. It was as she applied the dark crimson blush to her lips, watching her own reflection in the large bathroom mirror, that she heard someone fiddling with the door. Who else could it be? Her stomach knotted, but she didn't move, just continued on until she was ready. This was going to suck.

Who: Henry and Jaida
Where: Hell
When: Monday Night
Why: He's gotta met Viv's conscious.

Henry had spent most of the day deciding just what he was going to do that evening. His little creation seemed to be so fond of this young muse, that he just had to find out what it was about her that held Vivian’s attention so much. He was not quite sure just what he was going to do, other than learn what the girl was about, and if he had to do anything about her. He didn’t think so, but he had been wrong before. Little Jaida just might have too much influence for her own good after all.

He arrived at the club a little early, just so he could sit back and enjoy the scenery. Henry sat off to the side of the bar. He was not too far from the entrance so he could watch for her, but he was also far enough that he could easily be overlooked by most people. Especially one who hadn’t ever met him before. The vampire had a drink in his hands that he sipped at as he watched the crowds begin to fill up. It never ceased to amaze him just the sheer variety of creatures that made their home on the island. Or at the very least, populated the club. He could tell most of the creatures apart, but there were a couple that he couldn’t identify. It was one good point of this island. Even at his age, there was something he could learn as well.

So, Henry continued to sip at his drink, which was another good aspect of this particular club. The drinks worked on vampires without having to be laced with quantities of blood. It had been so long since he had enjoyed some good liquor that he had almost forgotten what mere booze tasted like. But, after a time, he finally did spot his particular target of the evening. Not that she was hard to spot, that particular Muse tended to stand out in a crowd. He watched her for a moment, and waited until she got settled into some spot before he tilted his head back and finished off his glass of vodka. Then he got to his feet and walked over toward where she was.

“Miss Jaida, I presume.” He said with a smile as he held out a hand toward her. “I’m Henry Tanner.”

Who: Henry, and Vivian
Where: Heaven & Hell
When: Night, obviously
What: A reunion of sorts.

Philosophy was proving to be rather interesting this week, as Professor Lazlofi seemed hell bent on complete torture. Well the rest of the class had seemed rather displeased with the discussion, because it seemed very few were actually prepared. Vivian had a degree in the subject, so there was no way in hell, she was going show up for class, not prepared. So, it might make her look like a bit of a suck up, but oh well. She respected Lazlofi, and ever since she had disappointed him, with an admittedly stupid absence, her focus had been more on point. So, outside of work the previous weekend, she had used that time to study. Manging to read through four books over the two days. It had made her feel rather lame on a whole, being a book worm, locked in her bedroom, but she had done enough partying the previous Thursday, to last her some time.

It had been a great success, she thought. If she simply judged by how many drinks were served, it was obvious. Plus, there had been plenty of fun to have. Good, interesting conversation with Jaida, and Wes' brothers... sneaking off with Thom, and having a rather nice snog in the back part of the shop. When it came down to it, she hadn't been able to bring herself to do anything more that simply fool around. Maybe she was developing some morals after all?

Or maybe it was because he was Wes' brother, and that was just really odd. They looked far too much a like in her opinion, even though Thom was less scruffy looking, and appeared to be quite a bit younger. They even sounded a like, and that was the last straw, that she simply could not cross. Jaida obviously had no issue with Alex being a related to the gnarly tattoo artist. After all, the ladies did not share a cab back to the school that night. Not that Vivian minded, it amused her to recall how surprised Alex had been towards Jaida's boldness. You had to love the girl, truly.

"There you are, love." She said, placing a vodka, blood mix on the bar for the fellow vampire. Work was always a nice get away from school. The atmosphere was one that she loved, and hell, she had even grown used to the odd sounds admitted by the patrons of Hell. In fact, it wouldn't be the same without them. Her uniform for work, usually consisted of darkly colored clothing. High waisted black trousers, a white wife beater tucked into them, her black bra visible beneath it, and black heels were used to complete the outfit. Her short hair, which was starting to grow out, was parted, and gelled down, causing her striking pale features to stand out that much more. She gave a small wave to another passing employees, before a woman approached the bar, ordering up a simple drink. "No problem." It was then, that she went back to work, her hips moving lightly to the music. It was hard to ignore the good music.