Chapter Two: The Mayfair Legacy
In order for his plans to work, David has to make sure the rich and power Mayfair family does not come searching for the dark Aserah and burden her with the skeletons in the family closet. He uses his established contacts within the Talamasca to make sure her prescence remains buried. Meanwhile, the pagan projects and Max and the boys show her what she needs to do.
David's POV
She was asleep now, looking all the more like the exotic bird he first thought she was. He allowed him self to soften, now that they had no eyes on them. THe features of the Mayfair cln were clearer now, a picture of both vampire and witch priest. David was no fool. He knew exactly to what family she belonged, and unlike the Frogs, they had the means to wipe him out to where there was no coming back. It was clear Aserah did not fear them, but he had long ago learned the lessons of what happens when one is to impulsive. He needed to make sure that the Mayfair family stayed away and kept their Legacy of their own brand of insanity were it belonged, in New Orleans! It was by quite happy chance that someone within the womb of the ancient Talamasca owed him a life debt. He made his eay out of the lovely but modest home he bought under the alias of David Dupreix and fished his cell out of his pocket, dialing the number of, due to another coven's influence, who was now the head of the buddening New Orleans branch of the international organization, Stirling Oliver.
He answered at first ring, voice clearly annoyed. "David, you are aware that its 12 am, right?" the usually proper British gentleman was rather cranky. It made him laugh. "You owe me a debt, Oliver. It's time I collected. I made a most...fascinating discovery on the beach this evening. A rare find, a Mayfair carrying the blood of a vampire, and not just any vampire..." he fought laughter as he heard Oliver try to discreetly cover up he was cursing up a storm. "Temper, Oliver! I have no intention on harming her, though the same can't be said for the others of her family." he heard a long sigh on the otherside of the line. "What exactly do you want then?" the British man asked. "It's simple, really. Any information regarding the continued existance and where abouts of Aserah Daniella Dellenoix Mayfair is to be buried so deep, that they never see the light of day. And if they do, I'll be holding you personally responsible. THe girl belongs here, and to Us now. You don't want any bloodshed on your account, do you Stiriling? the threat was heard loud and clear.
"Very well, but watch after her, ok? She's wild and reckless, a dangerous combo when Mayfair blood runs in the veins." the other man said softly. "You mean she'll fit in perfectly, duly noted. I'll let you go now, I know how you Brits are about your beauty sleep." and with that comment, David hung up the phone, only to be bombarded with the white noise that was his brothers in his head. "Way to go Davey! She's hot" the loud voice of Paul was interupted by what was the ghost equivilent to a wack to the back of the head. "Dude, your still dead, try showing just an ounce of self-control." a half amused Dwayne scolded. "You haven't sen her man! Puts Star to shame, SHAME I tell you! And pagan to boot!" he was interupted by Marko. "Bros, I only got one word for you when it comes to that gorgeous thing, Beltaine!" and all of them growled, David and Max included at the images that particular word brought up. "Paitence, her magick needs to be just a little stronger before she'll be able to do the spell." David told them with a heavy heart.
"and you need to calm, my son. I have watched over that girl from the day she was born. Sge was meant to do this, meant for us. She is so strong, just have faith in her, e to her what no one else has the courage to be." the sound of his Maker's voice made him almost break down. Her very prescence was making them stronger. "I will be, and we'll bring you back, I swear it!" he swore. "Hey, check it out, Davey's going to cry!" Paul sing-songed "Oh shut the hell up Paul!" he growled playfully. "Dudes, we gotta go, our chick just entered the astral plane." said Swayne, and they left David in peace for Aserah's spirit form
Aserah meets the boys in Limbo upon the astral plane. Dwayne in particular is rather taken with her and everyone tries to help when her family's personal nightmare, Lasher, hunts her down.
Aserah's POV
Her new connection to David made Aserah's connection to those mates she alreadly dubbed "her boys". She wanted to test it, see if she could see them. She made preparation and took some of David's energy without his noticing. She wased herself into that familiar place between sleep and wakefulness and felt and overwhelming pull that had her zooming out of her body. She was caught in a pair of strong arms as soon as she hit Limbo. "Whoah, easy babe, easy now!" said a masculine voice she recongnized immediately. "Paul?" she questioned even as he locked his arms around her. "Hmm?" he answered playfully. "No one says babe anymore." she mocked with a playful grin. He let go in mock hurt. "You wound me!" he remarked. "I'm sure." she said with a roll of her eyes and a playful smile. He was a gorgeous creature, really. He did desperately need a shave, and she would be taking over complete control over his wardrobe! The big hair had to go, she could see him with a more tamed, long gleaming head in a low pony tail, long leather trench covering a Vulgar Display of Power t-shirt, knowing he would dig on Pantera, tight jeans and biker boots.
"Dude, quit hogging the hot girl to yourself!" commented a teasing voice, revealing a curly haired blonde was smirking. "A fine evening to you too, Marko. So lovely to meet such well mannered gentlemen." she snarked. Marko laughed. "Kitty has claws! Watch out boys!" he remarked. She kind of dug on Marko's style, though changes were in obvious need. A close cut, something that left the curl, like Klaus sported in the Vampire Diaries, and the tv vamps style would go a long way on him. A couple of necklaces, the artuflly worn looking shirts. Tailored pants. He would be a walking piece of art by the time she was done with him. She mentally thanked the gods for Joesph Morgan. And the colors to match his eyes, she was going to have fun, which was saying something considering she usually avoided shopping like she could catch the new strain of Black Death by going to the mall!
"You have no idea!" she dropped her voice an octive. "Don't we?" a voice that gave her the good kind of chills as she found herself wrapped up in another pair of arms. She rather liked this set, and making Marko and Paul pout was an added bonus. "A fine evening to you too, Dwayne." she quipped. "Nice to be able to touch you, Princess." he whispered in her ear. Now here was the one who needed no help in the fashion area. He was stunning, and that body, dear Bast! Aphrodite broke the mold after this one! She wanted to take that lovely long hair of his and take out all the unneeded products. Just let it flow free, a few small brades with colored beads and small feathers accenting his features. Like David, Dwayne was going to be special to her, she knew it instantly, felt it the minute he wrapped himself around her. Her mates were beautiful!
"Give 'em a break, Dove, they have waited for you a long time, we all have." and Max emmerged, and the eery feeling that she was looking at a near mirror image swept through her. She laughed. "Spoil all my fun!" she muttered. "Not at all. We just wanted near you, you are OUrs, after all. We need you." Dwayne answered causing her to melt even as she could practicly feel him smirking. "Let her go, she needs to learn what she needs to do." Max commanded and the dark haired male obeyed, though relunctantly. She walked up to the leader. "I need to know several things. I need all the items used to kill you, your residual energy will be connected to them." she went into full-on witch mode.
A wicked smile crossed Paul's face. "It just so happens the Frogs have those very items in their possesion, to keep as trophies." They all growled and she knew her eyes flashed solid black in anger, making every one but Dwayne step back. Instead, he wore a knowing smirk. "When we are back, remind me to never piss you off." he said, causing a feral smile to steal across her features. Paul's head fell back and he let out a howl. He then looked back at her. "I almost feel sorry for them, almost!" he said with a wink. "You should feel sorry for yourselves" said a voice that sent a knife like chill through her heart. "Get out of here!" she screamed to them in a panic. She knew that voice and she wouldn't couldn't allow Lasher to harm them! Seeing the pure panic on her face, the boys simply made a tight, defensive circle around her. "Sorry sweetheart, but we won't be going anywhere!" Marko quipped. "You have NO IDEA what you are dealing with , Marko!" she shrieked even as she prepared herself for the onslaught. "What part of 'Ours' was not clear to you?" Paul asked.
"How quaint." responded the voice that tormented her all her days! "Lasher, leave them out of this! They have nothing to do with us, or the family!" she demanded. He simply laughed before lunging, both being rather shocked when the Circle repelled him! Enraged, he tried again, only to drive into a invisable wall. "The protection of a Coven Circle!" she whispered, even as her energy drained by the fiend. She heard another voice, clearly fro the physical realm scream her name. Without thinking she tugged on that energy. "Go Dove, we got this." said Max and she slammed back into her body and a near insane David.
Star is having nightmares of a woman with a resemblance to Max and the long-time believed dead Lost Boys and it sets Michael on edge.
Michael's POV
Michael had been uneasy for the last month. His past was coming to bite him in the ass in the form of Star's increasing and alarming nightmares. Nightmares of q young woman with Max's looks. Each night it was getting worse and worse. She questioned everything he and the Frogs did, down to the items tehy used when they killed the Lost Boys. No matter what he did, he couldn't convince her they were truly gone, forever! She kept talking about loopholes, magickal loopholes. TO him it seemed like she had been talking in circles and contimplated that she might be suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and was about to suggest seeking help, until he saw her. A small woman with long dark hair, emerald eyes, and the facail features he had spent decades trying to forget, along with a pentegram decorated with moonstone hanging on a long chain around her neck and she carried a sizeable book bound in black leather with the words "Aserah's Grimmoire" in white along the spine. He stared after she had long gone fro her spot.
Everything about her fit Star's description to a tee! And that uncanny resemblance! He wasn't so sure that things were ok anymore. Perhaps it was time for him to start paying what Star was saying alot more attention! When he could finally get himself out of his stupor, he dialed Alan and Edgar's number. "Guys, we may have a problem. A big, BIG problem!" he got their attention immediately. "What's going on Mike?" they asked. "When we did what we did... did we mark the items with holy water?" he demmanded in near panic. "What?" they asked in unison. "Were the objects blessed?!" he screamed. "It was nearly 30 years ago, how the hell should we know Mike? What's going on?" they answered, confused. "there have been things going on. Star's nightmares may not be nightmares! I saw the very woman she's been describing with my own eyes!" he babbled at them, still in a state of shock.
"Dude you need to calm down! We know absolutely nothing about her, and at the moment, she hasn't done anything wrong. We can't risk harming someone who may be innocent!" Alan stated. Michael's blood boiled. "INNOCENT? What about Star?!" he demanded. "What about Star, Micheal? She made a choice, her own free will, to link herself to the blonde blood sucker. Maybe she didn't realize what that meant, but she didn't go into it blind, like you did. Consequences are a bitch!" Edgar's cold, unfeeling tome made him want to rip his head off, even if he did have a valid point. "You are such an ass, Edgar! Look Mike, we simply can't act till we know more, sorry man!" Alan said sorrowfully. "Alright, I'll just watch, for now, but I'm warning you, we are about to have a blast from the past. And this time, they won't fuck around when it comes to killing us!" he said. With those prophetic words, he hung up. If there was even a chance they could come back, they were all dead! He would want revenge, if he were them!
Magickal loopholes, how stupid had they been to not double check something like that?! And the woman... That was it1 She was the key to stopping everything before it started! She was a witch, and connected to them somehow, probably by accident. Just another pawn in their sick games. He had to get her to see that! Surely she was still human, she could be reasoned with! The thought lightened his burden tremendously and he breathed out a sigh of relief. Every was going to be ok. She may even be able to help them correct their mistake, and that was why Star dreamed of her! Her resemblance to Max could be nothing more than a uncanny fluke. He never noticed the pair of piercing blue eyes watching and laughing at him.
Aserah is brought back and bandaged up from Lasher's attack by David. David uses Michael's phone call to track down the Frogs after she tells him what she needs to bring his brothers back. Before he leaves he gives her the spell she needs to begin to build energy for.
Whatever was fighting with the witch, every new wound on her skin he could feel as if they wer ehis own! The raging shadows, that dark and overbearingly powerful aura that engulfed her tiny little frame, it was unlike anything he had ever seen before! She was his last hope, he couldn't stand back and do nothing! It appeared her own family secrets had followed her and there was nothing he could do to change the fact that Mayfair blood ran through her veins! So he did the only thing he could think of, trying to wake her up! He engulfed her fame with his own, taking a few of the blows himself, shaking her body, screaming her name at the top of his preternatural lungs over and over again! There were no words for the relief he felt when her eyes finally fluttered open! "What in the blue fuck was that, LIttle Bird!" he growled, knowing he was vamped out and also knowing this phased her not in even the slightest of ways. She looked down, a look of detached interest at her wounds.
She looked back at him, face stoic. "Occupational hazard. I took the risk of the family menace to get some information from the boys. I thought my new link to you would give me the ability to finally actually see them." she answered. "Jesus fucking Christ, it had better be good!" he replied, shocked out the realization he was actually deeply bothered by the marks on her perfect skin and how helpless such a powerful being like her had been to that thing and missing for a second the fact that she had been with his brothers, had been able to interact with, touch them. A cheshire smile was on her lips. "It was. The boys were able to tell me what items I needed and more importantly, who has them." she smirked. Finally he got the point. "You... you mean..." he pounced on her like an excited boy. "You were with them?! his voice was hopeful. "It was. They are in Limbo, David. Meaning their souls still draw life, they are not actually gone." she explained. A rare feeling of pure glee came over him.
"What did they say? How did they look?" he asked excitedly. "They look like they desperately need a 21st Century makeover, but still their crazy selves. And Dwayne, you could of warned a girl about the touchy feely." she said but the blush on her cheeks and the way her eyes sparked told him all he needed to know. She liked the effect his native american brother had on her, that they all had on her, and her connection, it was more than just her being of Max's line. His instant concern when she had been at the mercy of that ….thing... a sense of possesiveness when it came to her already... it looked like him and his boys finally found their mate! But they would think on that later. "And what did they say?" he asked again. "The Frog brothers kept the weapons of their demise as trophies." the spike in her anger, her eyes flashing black and the sound of crashing procelin made his mate theory seem more and more accurate as images swam her mind that he knew were his, the way they had been betrayed and died... Star was one dead bitch, and he had a feeling Aserah would claim the gypsy for herself and the Lost Boy's revenge would seem merciful in comparison for what she had in mind for her!
He had to end up holding her rocking her to get her back. "Come on my Little Bird, revenge will come later, let's focus on getting them back to us." he spoke to her gently. "I need those items David. Their living essence lingers within them." she answered. "To do the spell, I will need all of them along with your and my own blood." she continued. A wicked smile he didn't bother to hide crossed his face. "Two birds, one stone." he said aloud to himself and her. He was well aware that the Frog brothers had left town a long time ago, but Michael and Star were still there. If he could get Michael to panic, he would contact the brothers and he could use his connections to track down the signal. Aserah picked up his thought. "I think it's time to introduce myself to the Emersons." a wicked gleam that even caught his attention was in her eyes. It was a reaction that went right for his groin. This woman's naughty ways would drive him nuts!
"Track him down, I'll make sure he sees my image, and trembles like the scared little bitch he is." she commanded gleefully. "Oh my God, I am in love with this woman!" Paul's voice rang in his mind, making him chuckle to himself. he couldn't argue with him. She could compete with their own ways any day of the week and twice on Sunday! "Now that is the reason I'm starting to like you, Little Bird. You are such a little demoness!" he said with a teasing, husky tone. She struck a seductive but exaggerated pose making him laugh like he hadn't in ages. "Why thank you kind sir, I do try!" she said in her best impression of Greta Garbo. They both began to giggle like mad at the little farce she was starting with the gypsy and her clueless husband. "Go on now, you big heap! Go get us our info " she playfully pushed him and he got up. Before he opened the door he looked back at her as she began digging out supplies, going into witch-mode.
"Be careful this time. We don't want a repeat performance with that thing, whatever it was." he said. "you worry to much, Fangs. I know what I'm doing, I'll be fine, now go on!" she did the shooing motions and he left, heading straight for the boardwalk. Michael had been all to easy to find. He was still blood bonded to David, a fact of which his enemy was blissfully unaware. As promised, a very real looking image of his Little Bird sent the boy into near hysterics, amusing the vamp to no end. Poor innocent Michaell, how utterly pathetic he was! And predictable! He dialed the Frogs almost immediately! He put in a call to a hacker friend, Gavin Knox and let him work his technologial magic. He became more and more amused as Michael convinced himself that Aserah would come to his side! It was almst hard to believe, that someone could possibly be that nieve! No, the witch belonged to her Losy boys, and seemed to enjoy the thought of revenge almost as much as him!
Gavin Knox tracks down the Frogs to find them in New Orleans, seeking out information on the Talamasca. He calls David suggesting a little road trip only to find himself willingly enlisted to aid the mysterious young woman who had caught his vamp friend's interest.
Gavin's POV
Gavin Knox was beside himself. He hadn't had a job for a month, rather depressing for the young hacker. Just when he reached his boredom limit, David called him iwht a job htat tickled his fancy. Nothing quite like getting under a do-gooders skin and the vamp over paid him 3 times over! He was curious about this latest dish he had now, especially with how over protective he was of her. Whatever, the Frog brothers had been making the wrong sort of waves of late. Anyone stupid enough to get on the Talamasca's dark side deserved what they got, as far as he was concerned. It was obvious they had a death wish! He whistled as he worked, hacking his way onto the global satilites undetected. A red spot showed up over New Orelans, causing Gavin to again, be in awe of their stupidity. The most powerful of the supernatural world claimed tha city, beings that would make vamps like David look like choir boys! Hell, he would almost be doing them a mercy, by killing them before the resident bad asses of New Orleans caught onto their scent.
That is if the witches they were stalking didn't get to them first! The nieve had no buisness in being Hunters! He dialed his boss's number. "We got a hit! Morons are starting a beef with the Talamasca in New Orleans" he reported. "Are they now?" David tone was that of someone highly amused. "Perhaps its time you and your lady friend took a road trip." he suggested. His boss laughed. "You hate Hunters, don't you Gavin?" he asked. "Their black and white view of the world pisses me off!" he replied. "I'll make a video and sent it to you and the Order." he joked. "The Talamasca is no laughing matter, my friend! You don't want them going to war, it will be bead for all of us!" he said seriously. "Point taken. I don't think it's time for Little Bird to leave the nest just yet. Besides, she's having a blast torturing the Emersons. It wouldn't be right to take her from her toys so soon." Gavin laughed outright at that. "You know I have to meet her now, right?" he said. "In time. Meanwhile, keep an eye on those two. I wouldn't want them to spoil before the fun begins." and the sinister tone sent shivers down his spine, like it always did.
He never asked what happened once he found what or whom his friend was looking for and he never told. It was a unspoken rule between the two of them. "Just be careful, they got more eyes on that place than the Pentegon, ok?" he warned. "Mayfair buisness?" David asked. "Of the highest and most secret sort." he answered. Unintentionally he had learned more than he ever wanted to know about arcane secrets and Walking Babies! Scarred him for life and then some! "I have no issue with the Mayfair's, they have no reason to fear me." he said in answer. "Correct answer. Alright, go have your fun, but don't forget to tape it! I need something to bolster my mood." said Gavin. "I'll have Aserah call, you can help her plan Star's demise, it can be your special project." Gavin grinned widely.
"You know just the right things to say." he said in an over dramatized, high pitched voice with his best imitation of a southern accent. David gave him the mysterious witch's cell number before hanging up. He went scrambling for his notebook. He had no intentions on approaching her without at least a few ideas in mind. Things involving insects, lots and lots of insects! Maybe take a cue from Silence of the Lambs and go with the wonderfully creepy Death Head's moths!