... 2 Months Previous ...
Chloe sat in the Starbucks, one leg propped on a chair across the table from her as her other tapped against the leg of the chair she sat on impatiently. They had traveled to London from Toronto. It had become unsafe and the risks were too high to chance an encounter.
The Caern, much to the surprise of a host of other supernatural entities, had prevailed against the Sabbat in their time of disorientation after taking the city from the Camarilla months ago. Questioning among ranks was never the best start for setting up a new core.
Chloe's right leg tapped in rhythm with the underground band playing in her earphones, hidden by the short mass of Irish red hair and green eyes; green eyes that seemed to glow with anticipation. Traveler-of-Snow had always commented it gave her away; her eyes did. The Wyrm was as much part of her as the eccentric Silent Strider's teachings.
One in a trillion. Virtually an impossible anomaly: A dhampyr. That was the German word for it. It seemed to fit a lot better than "half- breed" or "Half vampire" or even "Freak of Nature." Many times the Silent Strider had been forced to push the girl into hiding. Florence; Brussels; Barcelona; All in the same week if it meant her existence would be disguised from both the Garou world and the Kindred world.
Chloe drew her hands together, her eyes catching the sparkle of the diamond of the band on her ring finger. It was simple and gorgeous. Luther had given it to her a week before they left Toronto, sealing any doubt in the young woman's mind that if the Glasswalker was ever found out, he would never betray her.
Two arms slipped over the woman's shoulders and she jumped as she instinctualy moved her hand down to the slender black canister beneath the false sleeves of her shirt. It held a wooden stake. While not enough to kill a vampire, it would give her the few moments needed to regain her senses or so she had assumed.
"Hey there. Calm down." Luther stated breathily beside Chloe's right ear as he removed one of the earphones with a light tug. "It's daylight."
Chloe chuckled before drawing in a deep breath, "So far. I just haven't been this close in so long.... to Him."
Luther nodded in agreement before taking a seat beside his fiancé. "Artemis wants to meet with us soon. Our week of rest is over and it's time to actually get into Ireland." He grinned a moment before adding, "I can only imagine how jumpy you'll be when you're actually –in- Ireland."
Chloe let out a mock gasp of astonishment before giving Luther's right upper arm a playful whack. The blonde haired man raised his hands up, giving in with a playful grin, "Well.. look at it this way. The sooner this is over, the sooner we can have our wedding and have blissful romantic nights that don't ever end."
"And eventually children." Luther added.
Chloe blinked before hmming, "I suppose so. I'm not sure if I'm capable of that." She cast a side glance at Luther curiously and saw the slightly worried look cross his features, the one where he furrows his brows in deep thought. "We'll find a way." Chloe added quickly with a smile.
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A/N: Damn real life responsibilities. (
Chloe sat in the Starbucks, one leg propped on a chair across the table from her as her other tapped against the leg of the chair she sat on impatiently. They had traveled to London from Toronto. It had become unsafe and the risks were too high to chance an encounter.
The Caern, much to the surprise of a host of other supernatural entities, had prevailed against the Sabbat in their time of disorientation after taking the city from the Camarilla months ago. Questioning among ranks was never the best start for setting up a new core.
Chloe's right leg tapped in rhythm with the underground band playing in her earphones, hidden by the short mass of Irish red hair and green eyes; green eyes that seemed to glow with anticipation. Traveler-of-Snow had always commented it gave her away; her eyes did. The Wyrm was as much part of her as the eccentric Silent Strider's teachings.
One in a trillion. Virtually an impossible anomaly: A dhampyr. That was the German word for it. It seemed to fit a lot better than "half- breed" or "Half vampire" or even "Freak of Nature." Many times the Silent Strider had been forced to push the girl into hiding. Florence; Brussels; Barcelona; All in the same week if it meant her existence would be disguised from both the Garou world and the Kindred world.
Chloe drew her hands together, her eyes catching the sparkle of the diamond of the band on her ring finger. It was simple and gorgeous. Luther had given it to her a week before they left Toronto, sealing any doubt in the young woman's mind that if the Glasswalker was ever found out, he would never betray her.
Two arms slipped over the woman's shoulders and she jumped as she instinctualy moved her hand down to the slender black canister beneath the false sleeves of her shirt. It held a wooden stake. While not enough to kill a vampire, it would give her the few moments needed to regain her senses or so she had assumed.
"Hey there. Calm down." Luther stated breathily beside Chloe's right ear as he removed one of the earphones with a light tug. "It's daylight."
Chloe chuckled before drawing in a deep breath, "So far. I just haven't been this close in so long.... to Him."
Luther nodded in agreement before taking a seat beside his fiancé. "Artemis wants to meet with us soon. Our week of rest is over and it's time to actually get into Ireland." He grinned a moment before adding, "I can only imagine how jumpy you'll be when you're actually –in- Ireland."
Chloe let out a mock gasp of astonishment before giving Luther's right upper arm a playful whack. The blonde haired man raised his hands up, giving in with a playful grin, "Well.. look at it this way. The sooner this is over, the sooner we can have our wedding and have blissful romantic nights that don't ever end."
"And eventually children." Luther added.
Chloe blinked before hmming, "I suppose so. I'm not sure if I'm capable of that." She cast a side glance at Luther curiously and saw the slightly worried look cross his features, the one where he furrows his brows in deep thought. "We'll find a way." Chloe added quickly with a smile.
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A/N: Damn real life responsibilities. (