Jezebelle Calista Marino (roseblood) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-13 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-03, nikita |
Catching Up
Who: Jezebelle and Nikita
Where: Heme
When: Evening
Nikita wasn't a fan of the vampire bar by any stretch of the imagination. To her it was merely a milestone of how modern vampires were bringing themselves down to par with humans. Pathetic. They were the superior race and didn't need to mix and mingle with such filth. Then again, it was a good neutral place to meet up with other fellow vampires without appearing suspicious. Always having to do things for the sake of appearances. Not to mention her house probably loved the fact she was making an appearance at the bar. Good rep for the Roses, after all.
Aside from the fact her abilities were completely dead in the area - she was sure there was a dead zone in the area fucking with her - Nikita was on the giddy side. It had been some time since she saw the fellow dealer and last she saw in the papers was that her shop had burned down. Hopefully Jezebelle was fine and her drug business had been salvaged. Sitting at a personal booth in the VIP section, Nikita sipped on her small glass of angelic water elemental blood to put her mind at ease and overlooked that dance floor below, hoping that Jezebelle didn't forget about their catch-up date, so to speak.
Jezebelle hadn't forgotten, but she had been flustered as of late. She had heard nothing from Graham since he left her house the day after the fight with Lex, and she could do little but worry about his fate. To make matters worse, she had no way of tracking him down. She didn't know where he was staying, how to contact him, or even his last name. The only proof she had of his existence was her own memory, so while stable, it was still incredibly frustrating.
The moment she walked through the door, she bought herself a glass of angelic blood, needing the peace it would grant her. She wanted to be focused this evening; it had been a while since she'd seen Nikita and she preferred to be at her best. While Heme wasn't exactly her favorite place to meet up, she preferred it over anywhere else, since they could actually drink there. With her drink in hand, she climbed the stairs into the VIP section and greeted Nikita with a smile. "Hello, darling. It's been a while."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Nikita turned her head to see Jezebelle, flashing both a smile and her fangs at the woman. "Hello to you, too, darling! Here I was starting to think you had gone up in flames, but looks like you've proved me wrong." She tried her best to be playful with the topic, though figured it wasn't best to push it too far. Nikita would have been ripshit if her own place was burned dow and lost all of her supplies in the process. At least Jezebelle didn't get punished for being demoted in ranks. "Come and sit down, I feel like it's been ages since I last saw you. How've you been?" She eased back into her seat, taking a slow sip from her glass while waiting eagerly for her response.
"Oh, I'm not that easy to get rid of," Jezebelle laughed, hugging Nikita as she would an old friend while her mind ran elsewhere. Sometimes she wondered if Dixen thought she'd been sleeping there at the time, as she often did, and had hoped to take her out with the shop. He could have claimed not to know, if he had. Hopefully that wasn't the case, and he'd just moved on. She had enough to deal with with Lex and the rebuilding of her business. "I've been better. It's been a trial, you know, rebuilding. I've been able to maintain most of my contacts, but some fell out. What about you?"
Nikita gave Jezebelle a lot of credit for being able to survive the past week. The woman appeared to be in good spirits, but who knew what was going on beneath the surface. Not everyone kept their emotions out in the open. After giving the woman a tight hug, she took another sip on her blood, content that she was able to relax. "You should have called me when you were looking for a new place. I would have arranged for you to stay at one of the townhouses in Cherryblossom until you found something more... fitting." Though seriously, probably not the ideal location for a drug dealer. Nikita would have loved to help out temporarily, but as much as she adored Jezebelle, she didn't want to deal with police and the media if the whole drug dealing thing came to the light. "I'm doing fine, business as usual. Had a run in with an old..." What the hell was she suppose to call Missy? Friend? Lover? Moving target? "...acquaintance of mine. So strange when you run into people when you least expect it."
"I moved pretty quickly," Jezebelle said. "It was important to establish a residence so I could start putting things in motion for repair and rebuilding, and I'd rather not imprint a connection between us, should anything go wrong, if you know what I mean." While she was confident she wouldn't get caught, the last thing she needed was her contacts getting pulled into the mix. If something really did go wrong in that direction, those were the people she needed support from. "I still find it bizarre to have our existence public. I never thought I'd be sitting in a bar drinking a glass of blood, and I'm still not sure I like it, but I do think it enables us to cross paths more often." She was putting her option lightly-- as she hated what public knowledge had done to vampires, while at times it made life easier-- but this didn't seem like the place to delve too deeply into that discussion. Jezebelle wasn't confident that what she said in Heme could be kept confidential, too many years of keeping secrets making her a bit paranoid.
"Completely understandable. I probably would have done the same thing," Nikita nodded her head while flicking a few strands of hair out of her face. Pulling a contact into the mix of bad blood if anything horrible ever happened was never good for business. Always good to lay low until things blew over. "I know exactly what you mean! So surreal to think all of this is actually happening." Her eyes shifted to look down onto the dance floor, watching the crowd moving to the music quite fluidly. Nikita found it hysterical that the vampire bar attracted just as many non-vampires. The range of different races tickled her nose on and off, though she did her best to ignore it. "Honestly I prefer how it used to be. Back when no one knew about us. Life was simpler back then." She brought her attention back to Jezebelle and rolled her eyes. "I can't stand the thought of being on par with pitiful humans."
"I can't stand not being able to feed as I please," Jezebelle said, trying to keep the comment quiet enough that only Nikita could hear her. "I don't like being policed. A hundred plus years of total freedom, and now I have a government telling me what I can and can't do." The thought brought a sour look to Jezebelle's face. One of the reasons she'd loved being a vampire was their ability to live beyond the law. As someone who didn't exist, she could do whatever she wanted. Now a certain group of vampires had changed all that, going public without her consent. "It doesn't change our laws. We still have our lines to consider. I'm just waiting for the day that they want us categorized. I won't have it." And she doubted anyone else in her line would agree with that either.
Nikita almost choked on her blood upon hearing Nikita's words. Pulling the glass away from her lips, she coughed sharply and recomposed herself while raising an eyebrow. "Categorized? That better not happen. Not legally, anyways." She was positive that some know-it-all hunter knew all there was to know about each vampire house, which seriously? At that point Nikita would simply roll her eyes and tell them to get a hobby. How the Roses would even be thrown into that mix was beyond her. The house probably would have to reconstruct all the rules if the entire family was sniffed out for being criminals. Awesome. This was not going to happen. "What I want to know is which elders thought it was a brilliant idea to agree to this whole Light of May bullshit," Nikita growled, her voice not as quiet as Jezebelle's. She knew someone in her family had to be in on the whole thing, seeing she and a handful of other Roses were stationed in Scarlet Oak a year prior without any word.
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