Interview with the Vampire/ The Superior Battle

After Belle had left, rubbing her hand which cracked as it re-healed, Next in Came the Twins, Huginn and Muninn who sat quietly as Vulcan whittled away on their masks, replacing the Gerix colours with Noxium.

Huginn tapped his foot on the ground, staring at You with a knowing look, as His sister seemed too embarrassed to even look at you let along speak to you "Gods honest word, said from honest cheek." Huginn sang quietly, tapping his fingers and feet along with as He did "Joy to the miserable, strength for the weak. Truth is a word that must not be disguised, open as a book, where nothing can Hide." He Lent back on his chair, bathing in Muninn's discomfort "Funny, I remember, our grandad used to say, never lie, Henry, well, looks like you are taking that a little to literally eh, Sis?" He pocked her in the ribs as She looked at him, though Huginn never looked away from you.

"Henry? huh..."

Strange, of all the names that You could have placed on him, Henry wouldn't be one of them

"I know that You've dealt with a lot of gerix bullshit, Boss, but the Reid Twin's where always with ya" Huginn got to his feet, reaching into his pocket and placing his silver pocket watch in front of you.

Muninn stood next, her blonde hair tied in a loose bun as she reached into Her pocket, brandishing a shiny silver raven hairpin, engraved just like Huginn's watch was.

She steeled herself to speak "Ramona Reid, hopes to earn your trust again, someday, Lord Nox." She whispered, placing the pin on the Desk beside her brother's watch.

You smiled at her, toying with the hairpin and Watch as she returned you grin, with her sunshine smile "Considering I can't lie..."

"I understand that Your having to move apartments, because of your Condition Mr Reid. take a sear" You said, handing them back their things, Muninn her pin and Huginn his watch.

They took their seats, and You got out your wallet, counting out bills in the hundreds as Muninn raised an eyebrow "H-How did You-"

"I have an Upir on my side, Ramona." Your golden eyes flickered to her, and she would have flushed if she could, He knew, "Rose hasn't trusted most of you for a long enough time, she's followed you plenty. She tells me that since the **** of Corvus, you have never bode me any ill will, it seems Your loyalty to him went with your arm eh, Hal?" You smiled at Huginn, who bowed his head.

You cleared your throat, clipping the roll of green with a shiny clip and pushed it towards them "I'm just a kid. don't forget it. You are older and wiser than I can be for a long time... I need that Loyalty, I need that arm, I need your truth." You smiled at them both, and they smiled back "We all finished Rudy?"

"Just about." She said, dusting off her work and tossing their masks to them.

You stood "Go on, take that and get a new place, somewhere outside of town, close to the Manor, away from Human eyes." Muninn's eye twitched like tears might fall from it, but she took the money in her hand and bowed

"Thank You, Lord Nox, merely call on us, and we will be with you."

Next... was Namina.

"You okay? You look a little pale." You said, looking at the small dark-haired girl, dressed in a dark brown and bright red coloured stripes that ran across her sweater, She had taken her hair down, and You saw that she had cut her hair a little short than before so that it was neat on each side of her pale neck.

She cleared her throat looking nervous as she nodded "Y-Yes, Charlie-I-I mean... Lord Nox."

"You can call me, Charlie. Relax, Mina, tell me what's wrong?" You said softly, she swallowed pushing one of her hairs behind her ears

"I just... being a Cat has it's advantages, I can feel things, see things, hear things, sense things better than most Vampires... I haven't felt a true lord's presence before, I wasn't undead long enough to have met Urantus. It's just a little jarring, I'm sorry."

"No, no, I'm sorry, Here."

"Do me a favour, take a nap"

What, a day off? hell, don't have to tell me twice.

You felt your Inner spark soften, and the power within go to rest. Mina naturally calmed, letting out a coo of relief as You smiled "You're a scary kind of man, Charlie..." She said, relaxing back into the chair

"How so?" You asked, already knowing the answer. You were a Noctus Superior, lord of the Nox, you understood that now, the House of Black was yours and You were the Lord.

"You smell like a King, Charlie."

You looked at her, leaning forward "A King? there's much space between a King and a Lord."

"Never the less..." She said, sniffing with her cute button nose "My nostrils never fail, and I've never met an Undead like you, I mean jeez, I feel like sitting at your level is unworthy of me, If that makes sense...."

You let the word mull over in your mind "A King?" And then you swept it away like a dirty floor, changing the subject

"What is Your name, Namina? if you'd give me the honour to know?" You said, she pushed her hair back again, looking at You with those emerald eyes that shone like spring

"well... I haven't used it... in years I mean-"

"It's fine if not, I know it's sacred. I have faith in you, You stayed with me when it was out of your interests, I remembered a time when you ran from Corvus, worked as a receptionist to make ends meet. I respect you for that. get out before the milk goes sour..." You leaned forward eyes rushing with red, she was antsy and as much as you liked her, she needed a firm hand to be kept on the right side, you couldn't have her running off "...Are you gonna run off when the Milk goes sour, Namina?"

She folded her arms, meeting your gaze bravely "I feel like this dairy, will stay ripe for drinking, forever... and Naomi Felix likes her Milk."

Your pearly white smile was bestowed upon her, and with that, Mina took her leave, and like the rest of the girls, You hate to see her go, but you loved to watch that Kitty-Kitty's ass leave.

Diana was next, moving over to the chair and sitting down with a very formal look about her.

"Alright, so I have several pros and cons prepared, which I will hope to propose with clarity, sorry I couldn't write anything up on such short notice but here we go...." Diana crossed her legs and whiped out a small black case from which she removed her shiny circular rimmed glasses

Oh no...

She tied her silky black hair back with a white band into a neat ponytail, placing her Glasses on and lining them up as she cleared her throat... Her it came, oh god, no, please...

"Though I am not a Vampire myself, as You know I am a homunculus, damage done to me is quickly undone especially when in my aroused state, the volume of this healing-factor is as of yet undiscovered but with your help, I could find out and potentially pushed the boundaries...."

Here it is... Lawyer mode... this could take a while...

"...but of course I'm sure that our relationship, romantic and as kin may worry you but I must stress that it will not interrupt the mission, I understand that in some cases I could be seen as a liability but I intend to do my part for the cause, whether that is training in swordsmanship with dad's sword or extra marksmanship, I'm sure that with enough time that I could become on par with, if not better than the Blooded of the clan, also..."

She talked...

"My ability to avoid sunlight could be a major asset to you, though you yourself are growing resistant I think of several day time activities that could...."

And talked...

"Which leads to my 7th point, which Is my place in management which of course is already established in my goal to ensure the rebuilding of our family home and of course I can print a proper rota for shifts on the task or maybe help personally for strategy in...

And talked... nothing would stop her now... You were sure that Verbally micromanaging in real time wasn't a thing when concerning a presentation, but having grown up with your sister you knew that very concept to be jarringly real... and so, lost in your sister's over-complicated and unfathomably boring mumbo-jumbo, You found yourself staring at her tits... sure her outfit wasn't very revealing, but damn did she really have some puppies under there, sweet succulent bosoms just asking for the picking, not to mention that You were a little bit peckish and her heart pumped her blood through the veins from her shoulder blade down to her bicep, then through her forearm and into her wrist and hand...

You stared at her hand, eyes narrowing as a lightbulb spark to life in your brain,

Vulcan was in the corner, quietly branding Diana's mask as your sister rattle on about nonsense, You eyed her for a moment, her pink eyes flickering up to you for a moment as You grinned evilly. She tilted her head as You whipped your eyes from her hand to her mask and back to Rudy a few times, the Blonde Bell's eyes widening as she brandished her shark-toothed grin in understanding.

You nodded, smile burning like the Devil's hellfire as You gave her the go-ahead. If you couldn't break your sister out of her Laywer mode nicely, the likes of which you had tried and failed many times with before... then a certain level of **** might do the trick.

As swift as the Wind, Rudy drew her rune in the air, appearing and looming over Diana like a dark shadow in the blink of an eye "M'HALIAAAAAAA, YOU MOUTHY MOTHERFUCKAH!" Vulcan stretched like a banshee, Diana barely had time to look up at her, You expected that she had seen that short Cowgirl become a titan of power that way that she raised her arm, the muscles bulging in her arm as she brought the snake-like fluid of her mask down like a hammer, smashing it directly into Diana's hand.

"HOOOOOLY FUCKING SHIIIIIIT, AAAAHHHH!" Diana's eyes budged as her mask slithered up through her veins, her legs flying up as her face went white, the front feet of her chair flying up like a rearing horse as she fell backwards, gripping her hand as time began to grind to a gentle stop

Forevermore.

You whipped out from around the desk, flashing forward to catch your sister at the waist and back, pulling her up gently as to not whip her head back and hold her close to your chest as You sent another spark into your brain, to allow the flow of your time correct itself.

Diana writhed in your arms, pressing her lips together, her glasses askew, the mask's fluid doubtlessly wrapping around her heart "Hey... hey... look at me."

Didi looked up at You, her face slightly pained and Her body shaking from the traumatic experience of having that stuff within brought. You gave her a warm smile, making her flush as she realised that she lay in your arms "I know that You're afraid. that You won't fit in with us, but it's like I said, you're just as much of a monster as we are, you don't need to overexert yourself to prove that, without you, I'd be nothing and nowhere, a Dawn without the sun." Diana looked up at you silently with those golden eyes, a vulnerability in them that You never could have drawn out before "Relax, I know what You do for me, and the Noxium will too. All I need you to do, now that horrible Mask stuff is over, is to give me an Immortal name, nothing will help the others immerse you like a good ole Undead name."

Diana touched her smooth hands on your chest, speaking in a sweet tone as she flushed furiously "Well... if I am to be Your Dawn, then I can't think of anything else I'd rather be." She was so cute, so soft and caring in her tone, something that you were glad to have to unleashed in the hard, ruthless machine that was your sister.

"Grrr, You're so cute, I love You, Didi." Your sister's face tightened, her eyes twitching as she grunted, suddenly sparking like a dynamo, the red bolts caressing her skin as she... shrank.

"I-I love you too, Chip..." She said in a much higher-pitched tone, too lost in her daze to realise that she had de-aged again. You looked her up again, saw how her clothes had loosened on her smooth teenage flesh

"Ahem," You said, grinning evilly and snapping her out of her dreamy look. Diana looked herself over, mouth shifting ajar as she gripped her loose clothes close to herself in embarrassment.

"WAT!? SHE'S TURNED YOUNG!?" Vulcan cried, pointing accusingly. Diana flew out of your arms, rushing for the door as she gripped her clothes... though she stopped at the door, smiling at You before rushing out.

Fawkes twirled his Cane around in boredom, considering the golden falcon soaring through the air as they sat in the deserted clock tower. it was dark and dusty up there, the human caretaker that Morrigan had devoured clearly wasn't very good at his job, though as dirty and shitty as it was, Fawkes had a strange fondness for the place, the looming stain glass circle that stared with its hands above like the eye of god, ticking and ticking away as the moonlight stained it's surface, painting the room in Luna beams.

Fawkes sat there, twirling his Cane next to Fall who sat quietly on her phone, her pale face illuminated with colour, hell it might have been peaceful if Swan and Morrigan's argument hadn't of disrupted such.

"What right do you have to command me, English bastard!?" Morrigan growled, her fangs scratching the surface of her ivory teeth.

Swan responded with a disgusted grin "Oh here we go again... Irish this, English this... I'll have you know that I am older than Britannia when we were kin and the Roman's came to kill the Celts."

Morrigan smirked, "Celts and Gaels have no business together, what you just expect a Crack because of blood, I'd sooner let that puny human minister have his way with my homeland then compare myself to you." The Irishwoman spat in retort, but Swan kept her poise as always, her hair tied in that sexy tight bun that she knew that Fawkes liked.

"The problem with You Gypsy Irish, is that You are too old fashioned, our strategy should be nuanced, collected, instead of wild and crazed like you hill folk propose," Swan said in her controlled tone.

The Red head's face twisted, as she let out a bellowing laugh "Oh so it's modernism that you want to talk, is it? My people were civilized on the cliffs of Donegal before the Brits had the call of industrialism!? You. are. old. face it ya bastard!" Morrigan snarled.

Swan scoffed, glaring as she pushed down her black bonnet to annunciate her glowing crimson eyes "Are you taking the piss, mate?" Swan's voice had become dark, more rugged, the accent of an eastender, from which (from what she had told Fawkes) she originated "I will outclass you on every turn, Irishman, adapt with the times is what my Kin 'ave done through the ages, we ain't paid two bob on the wheel of time sure, but where blood is concerned; we have fit right into Mortal skin." Swan and Morrigan were head to head and Fawkes felt the telling of a fight coming

"That's enough." Fawkes said, rising from his chair, the foot of his cabin echoing in the wide space of the clocktower, "I have journeyed from Zimbabwe, too sweet Nigera, to the Gold coast of Ghana, and never before has a man 'eard a Gurl talk such nonsense!" Fawkes cried in his mother's tongue, that of the African tribes "But, back in the day, we used to settle our issues with a contest, a battle of wits and wills, Ya get my meaning?"

The two looked at Fawkes, Swan, in particular, tilting her head, Fawkes merely shrugged, falling back into his chair, the gold on his wrists and neck clinking heavily as He raised his arms to them "That, My beautiful Lady Swan, Is up to the two of you, I humbly request that You put an end to this."

The Redhead piped up "AHAHA! I have something, it'll prove that You're nothing but a dried-out corpse!"

Swan rolled her eyes, brushing the sides of well-preserved black blouse and dress as Morrigan grinned evilly "Oh and what is it that you propose, some Hurling perhaps?" Swan said with a dismissing wave.

"A Rap battle!" Morrigan cried, they all looked at her. Fawkes allowing himself to let out a low laugh

"Ya want to step into the ground of my brudda's in America, You ain't got a chance." He hummed darkly, though He was intrigued.

"What? Do you think that the Irish can't Rap, just tap dance all day, aye? fooking racist bastard, go on you English bastard, I bet that You can't do it. Go on! accept the challenge then!" Morrigan said, hissing right in Swan's face, though as always, she remained entirely poised, holding her hands together by her front proudly as she nodded

"Very well, but you will lose," Swan said in her prim and proper way, Morrigan scoffed

"Oh really, well, if ya so confident, you'd best let me go first eh?"

"As you wish, the result will be much the same," Swan said with a subtle smile

"Fine! but I need a beat, Fall! can you provide, you know the song I have in mind!?" Lady fall, sighed, standing on deft feet as she moved over, nodding quietly "Fooking excellent, right what to do... AH! How about a little pat Flynn, Ya English bastard eh?" She said to Swan, who shrugged

"The Result will be much the same, Lady Morrigan," Swan repeated though the redhead was much too hyped to hear her, getting into the zone as Lady fall spoke in a careful but haunting "I wish that You were mine, la la la la..." the hard rhythm reverberating sharply as Morrigan began... spitting hot bars into the Englishwoman's face

"I'm drunk by me myself. Gun under me seat.
Pushing high-speed limits, in my Mercedes
When the blue lights flash they can't stop me
Have an ounce of coke and two-ounce of weed~My head spins and I'm out for a good party~With a few ladies and some ecstasy~Get on her~knees and suck my dicky!...." Morrigan pumped her hips aggressively at the poised swan as her flowing bars reverberated through the echoing tower, she continued
"That's what I like cos I'm an MC. for the S
I'm back again ~ all your ladies say tell your friends
Get on your knees and worship me ~ I'm the best MC inside the country... Say yes I am a beast, Morrigan, yes I run the South East. Don't fuck with me!" Morrigan's beat was finely tuned, well kept, more than Fawkes had expected with her.

"This is idiotic." Lady Fall whispered quickly to Fawkes.

"Oh yes, but how else are immortals supposed to pass the time!?" Fawkes said with a grin as Morrigan pushed to the next verse.

"into the disco what did, I see?
An old gypsy said they'd come for me ~ Check the back pockets what did I see
Sparkling keys of me new Bentley
So I take 'em, put 'em in me pocket ~ Out the door I'm gone like a rocket
Into the car park what did I see Gypsy Beour ~ In the car for me, Oh hey yes sit in the back seat, say stick my fingers into her fanny..." Morrigan naturally fingered a metaphorical hole at Swan, who didn't move as Morrigan's acapella continued in beat with Fall's singing.

"Tell her yes what's on mind ~ But I tell her just play it kind
Walk to the room like a gentleman ~ Feek them yes as fast as I can,
Out the door in my Audi A4 ~ Say come on lads let's go for more.
Say jump to the beat non-stop ~ Who's on the mic to work it up
Its the wicked MC or local gypsy ~ It's the get-up, the get-up, one two three
Check one, like a bullet from a gun ~ But the Irish crews we get the move on
So do what you do, what you like ~ Morigan yes don't give a shite, don't give a shite don't give a damn
Dylan Roche in his Transit van ~ Gonna rock the place I'm gonna break your face
This MC you're a big disgrace ~ Say float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Hit more men Muhammad Ali ~ Feek more Beours then R Kelly
Inside, get ready for the ride
Say the bubble 'n twist they let me down ~ When I get up on the mic I'm a rock this town
Sounds a DJ pick up the pace ~ With the Morigan, yes Im'ma break your face
Listen to me and my masterplan ~ Morigan, yes in my Transit van
You know me yes I with the bag of weed and some ecstasy ~ Come on sexy lady... sexy lady...One time, to the beat one time, to the beat one time"

Lady Fall surprising butted in, walking in front of the dancing and malingering Morrigan to sing her peace with a powerful voice in duet with the red-head herself, the two finishing well on the Beat "JUMP ON THE MIC, SHOUT OUT THE RHYTHM, SHOUT GOING OUT, MY NAME'S MORRI-GAN!"

Morigan and Fall finished, back to back, Fall's usual cold face flashing with its mysterious beauty and Morigan's fiery visage shouting her victory to Swan, who just as before, was poised and unmoving, assumingly uncaring of the entire display.

"Face that Ya, English Banshee!" Morrigan cried, pressing her finger into Swan's full chest. The Dark Englishwoman smiling deviously as Fall retook her set, resuming her position with her phone

"So stupid." Fall whispered,

"You're the one that took part in it?" Fawkes whispered in return, Fall shrugged, turning those creepy white-brown owl eyes at Fawkes for a moment

"It was very engaging" She whispered, before melting back into her phone.

"I'm not gonna lie, Swan, I am not sure how you're gonna top that?" Fawkes said honestly. Swan gestured to him with her gentle hands

"Come hither, my dear." The Dark lady said, whisking her arms in beckoning to Fawkes. Dayum... how could He resist such beauty, He'd wanted to add her to his collection from the start, and He'd do anything to get her in it, especially drop a fire beat

"I need Man don't care. You know it?" Swan asked.

Fawkes raised and eyebrow "Man don't care? A-Are You sure?" He had assumed many things about Swan, her having the Personality of an Engish aristocrat... Grime didn't quite seem like Her Cup of tea, but she nodded surely, and Fawkes naturally puckered his lips, doing a steady beatboxing beat for Swan to rap along too.

The Pale, Victorian woman stood a while, nodding her head to the Beat

_No way she's gonna pull this off... _He thought to himself, pumping that steady beat along... until a Swan came to fill it.

"I'VE GOT A BLACK SKI-MASK, BUT I DON'T SKI. ~ BUT I SNOWBOARD, DASH AN MC OFF-PISTE
IF ONE OF YOU TRY AN' VIOLATE ME ~ YOU GET A PUNCH IN THE FACE WITH MY FRONT DOOR KEY!..." Morrigan's eyes widened as Swan lept at her, meeting her eye to eyes as Her voice lowered into a Deep growl, slicing the bars like a master as her voice boomed aggressively, dominating the space around them

"Punch in the neck with my back door key ~Box in the mouth with my X6 key ~Box in the eye with the fob ~I use to log into my HSBC
Talk about banks, kill em with Ps ~ Run up in your girl's house with two of my Gs
-Get the money out, put the money in his mouth ~Then suffocate man with about two Gs ~ Suffocate man with about four Gs ~ Suffocate man, then I might just breeze
I'll bury man two-foot shallow, Ain't got time to dig six. feet. deep!"

Fawkes Burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as the blood store within rumbled inside of him, fueled by the verbal fire that Swan was dealing.... though she wasn't done, Swan rocked up, hate in her glowing eyes as she gripped her skirt and tore it free, leaving her Powerful legs exposed in those dark leggings as she hurled them at Morrigan, who caught them in confusion and bewilderment.

"Yo fam I'm not done, this is a battle that I've already won. And tho great Briton... I may be, I will never sorry ~ No, I won't beg and plea ~ CUZ THAT'S NOT ME!"

Swan nudged Morrigan's dazed form angrily her face twisting as she growled out, in lyrical execution
"Nah, that's not me
Act like a wasteman? ~ That's not me
Sex any girl? ~ Nah, that's not me
Lips any girl? ~ Nah, that's not me
Yeah, I used to wear Gucci ~ I put it all in the bin 'cause that's not me!" Swan pointed to her skirt, which mirrored Morrigan's mini-skirt
"True, I used to look like you ~ But dressing like a mess? Nah, that's not me!"

Fawkes, let out a long cry of entertainment as Swan battled in a tone that He didn't even know that she was capable of, smashing Morrigan as the Red-head froze under Swan's cold fire

"It's the return of the mack ~ I'm still alive just like 2Pac ~ Girls in the front row, girls in the back ~ Spit one lyric, everybody's like BRAP!"

Fawkes laughed, listening as Fall echoed Swan "BRRRRAP, BRRRRAP!" That was probably the first time that H had heard her shout out, but no time to think about that, Swan wasn't done yet.

"...Flashback to the cold nights in the trap ~ Now I'm in a new whip counting the big stack ~ Yellow-gold chain and the diamonds are black ~ Jack me? Nah, you don't wanna do that.
Anytime you see me wearing a glove
Boy Better Know I ain't coming to fight like Jet Li ~ Spray this 'til the clip is empty ~ I know you get what I'm saying, you get me?
Love for the G's in the ends ~ But we don't love no girls in the ends
Last time I fell in love with a sket ~ But trust me, I will never do that again!!!" Swan winked a hazel eye as Fawkes, drumming his feet and clanging cane in time with the beat to smash louder as she finished off her foe

"Nah... that's not me
Act like a wasteman? That's not me
Sex any girl? Nah, that's not me
Lips any girl? Nah, that's not me
Yeah, I used to wear LV
I put it all in the bin 'cause that's not me
True, I used to look like you ~ But dressing like a mess? Nah, that's not me!"

Swan halted Fawkes with a gesture, moving towards, Morrigan who went white as Swan reached up. She was shorter than Morrigan, but still, she plucked the huge Irishwoman's throat like a spring apple, pulling the Irish clan leader down to her level as Her face twisted.

Morrigan froze, unable to move, the muscles in her throat being crushed as Swan looked into her eyes with burning malice, whispering quietly to the Girl who feebly tried to grip the Elder Superior's wrists.

"I was there... with the Tuatha dé Danann... with Dagda and with Lugh, and you are nothing compared to them. I am there with the youth of England, from north to south, east to west, today and tomorrow, and the days after, I am old and New. You are nothing but a Beast, that runs through the fields nude feasting on blood, instead of keeping your flock safe and swollen... Do not insult my Kinsman again, or next time I'll rip out your fucking throat, High council be damned, Understand?" Swan snarled into Morrigan's ear, who was getting paler and paler by the minute, struggling aimlessly to try and free herself, pushing and flailing, but to no avail.

She wouldn't escape... Swan was a top dog, almost as old as Fawkes was, and for superior like them, age was power.

Morrigan eventually grew weak, and she nodded, tapping Swan's arm pathetically, and much to her word, Swan let the girl go.

Watching as The Red-head coughed up blood and touched her swollen throat as she glared daggers at Swan. "Oh don't look so grumpy, My dear. You're far too hot-headed, if it wasn't me who set you straight then it would have been one of them." She pointed to Fawkes and Fall, He drumming on his cane and Fall still on her phone.

She wasn't wrong, but Fawkes saw the hatred In Morrigan's eyes, she wasn't used to being undermined, unpracticed in being beaten, unlike the rest of them... it was a lesson that even the Drake-Boy knew... and if he had his way, it wouldn't be the only lesson that He would learn.