The windows were blacked out and every door was insulated, creating a vacuum like seal every time it was closed. The two rematerialized and sat on the seats comfortably. Aubrey leaned forwards and tapped on the glass separating the cabin from the rest of the car. It slid open with a mechanical click and a mans stern face appeared.

He appeared to be somewhere in his thirties, blonde hair buzzed short and green eyes hardened by time. A few scars adorned his face, but the one that stuck out most was a little pucker mark by the collarbone. Aubrey smirked. 'So, a soldier huh?' He thought before speaking.

"We need to get to the airport." He looked back at Saya, who had her laptop open once again. She looked up at him, "Tarmac 7." His eyes flicked back to the driver, "Get that?" The Ghoul nodded and the window slid shut again.

"Whose is he?" Saya asked absently, still typing away on her computer. "Decarlo's." This time she looked up, "The Giovanni?" She raised an eyebrow at this, "And he's doing favors for you why?" He cracked a grin, his black eyes making it seem more sinister than it was, "We have a business association of sorts." She knew better than to ask what, but her curious mind started reeling over the possibilities. What kind of business could he possibly have with a Necromancer?

The Giovanni were influential businessmen, yes, but why would one be compelled to help a member of the Sabbat? Much less a Lasombra. She kept her thoughts to herself though, shifting her eyes on him once she was sure he was asleep, or at least faking it. She always found it peculiar that he had chosen her to be his Childe, and though she questioned him about it, he had never supplied an answer. He had always been like that, never straight about anything.

She looked at him curiously, contemplating the enigma that was her sire. He had ear length hair, the colour of ravens feathers. It fell at odd angles around his face, contrasting with his fair skin. She knew little about his mortal life. Just as most vampires would refuse to talk about it, so did he. The only thing she knew for certain was that he was born, both by vampire and human, in Rome. At times she was compelled to believe that he had been a soldier, maybe a general. Just the way he acted, the way his very presence commanded attention. The Roman military was the mightiest force the world had ever known. They served themselves before anyone else, taking orders and giving their loyalties to only their generals. The mere name of the murderous band struck fear in even the bravest of men. Such ferocity and skill has never again been seen by the world since the days of the Romans.

But if that was so, then how did he manage to find her? She had only turned 19 a few weeks before she was changed into a childe of Caine. A servant girl that worked in the palace of the Pharaoh, she gave her every service to him, cleaning and running whatever errands she was told. And anything...else...he commanded of her. Saya cringed at the old memory and looked over at her sire. He had saved her. Saved her from that horrible life of servitude. He had stayed with her, even to this day; instead of abandoning her like so many other sires chose to do to their fledglings.

With his help, she was changed from the prey, to the predator. She learned the skills of her clan. Learned to warp them to her will, and after they were mastered, learned to manipulate others to it as well. He had been surprised at her speed to learn these things, she could tell. Perhaps that was why the Egyptian girl had tried so hard. Every time he would nod in approval, or give some sign that he was impressed, she would beam.

So it went for years, learning how to survive, to hunt, until everything was second nature. Then she had wanted revenge. Revenge on the Pharaoh that had taken her innocence. Ever since the day she was changed, after realizing that the laws of society no longer applied to her, she thirsted for his blood. She wanted to drain every last drop and throw his lifeless body before her sire, as a prize. And so she did. The expression on his face as his servant girl, whom he had ravaged so many times, exposed her fangs and laughed as he lay dieing on the floor, was one she would never forget.

"Saya."

The girl blinked and looked up, "hm?" Aubrey's black eyes stared at her, then flicked down to her screen. She looked at him for a moment before following the path of his eyes. The bright plasma screen showed images of hieroglyphics, unreadable to him and everyone else, but perfectly legible to her. She reread the lines before speaking them aloud to him.

"Beneath the sand the secrets lay,

To the circle of power the secrets take,

Across the map to the seven treasures,

Without the eye they can be severed."

She wrinkled her nose and typed in something, "That's it?" She grumbled aloud. "That's not very helpful at all." Aubrey's frown seemed to match her own, "No. Its really not. Are you sure there isn't another tablet?" She scanned the page quickly, and then shook her head, "There may be, but there's no mention of it here." The Egyptian sighed, "Well it certainly seems like were going in the right direction. 'Beneath the sand the secrets lay.' Egypt has a lot of sand." Said as a matter of factly, as if he did not already know this.

If this fact irritated him, he said nothing. "Perhaps. But we wont know for sure unless we go and...question...those archeologists." The girl smiled, "true." Her smile quickly faded and she looked up at the drivers cab. "Is that so..." she murmured. Her eyes drifted from the front of the car to Aubrey, who looked more confused than anything else, then down to her computer. After a few punched in commands, a word document appeared on her desktop. Saya motioned for Aubrey to look as she typed, and he leaned in to see what she was trying to show him.

The driver is going to report all we have learned to your 'friend' Mr. Decarlo. He is voicing his thoughts a little too loudly.

Aubrey clenched his fist in anger, but quickly relaxed with a soothing touch from Saya. He looked at her and turned the computer towards himself. He could not use it as well as his childer, but well enough to know how to type, albeit not as speedily. However, that did not matter. His message was simple.

Do something about it.

She grinned and set her laptop on the seat next to her, then crawled across the leather interior and the carpet to the window that separated the cab from the rest of the car. She wrapped on the window with her knuckles and a second later it slid smoothly open with a mechanical 'whirring' noise. The driver looked back at her in his rear view mirror. Or attempted to at least, because she did not appear in it. He seemed shocked for a second, and then remembered whom it was he was dealing with and regained his composure.

"What is it?" He asked gruffly. She folded her hands together and set them on the ledge, resting her chin on top of them. She smiled innocently at him. "I just wanted to tell you something." He glanced back for a split second, eyeing her warily. "Oh yah? And what would that be?" She tipped her head in a quizzical manner, like a child would, "Just that you are not going to tell Mr. Decarlo anything." He laughed, "And why's that?"

She locked eyes with him in the mirror, unbeknownst to him. Though he could not see her, she could see him perfectly fine. She whispered words into his mind, keeping him driving, focused on the road. Then she opened his mind. His memories fell to her, only a few drops of water in a vast sea. She spread them before her and found what she was looking for.

"You will report to me everything you hear, down to the last detail. I want to know where he is going. Whatever he's found, it has to be powerful. He would not go out of his way for anything trivial. I want to know what it is."

Decarlo faded away as she tucked the memory safely where she found it, then moved on to the next one. The drive to pick them up. She held it in her hand and closed her fist on it. It evaporated. In its place she made a new memory, specific details leading to a hotel, not to their safe house.

Next came the conversations Aubrey and her had shared during the previous hour, including directions to the flight they would be taking. Those she changed. He now thought they were to be dropped off at JFK airport for a flight headed to Germany.

Finally, she deleted and replaced the rest of the conversations completely, filling it instead with idle chatter from her and the grunts of acknowledgement Aubrey so frequently gave, for her pleasure mostly. She went into detail on all of these memories, adding dialogue the driver himself had. In his head of course. Rude thoughts and comments seemed adequate enough.
Saya could already feel the drain this was having on her, but it was not finished completely; safety precautions needed to be taken. She put a 'timer', so to speak, on all of these memories. Now that they were created, she would be able to release them from a safe distance, namely once the real flight had taken off and was en-route to Cairo.

As a final security measure, she put a lock on all of this. If Decarlo somehow found out about his ghouls altered memories and tried to undo them, the force of the initial release would either kill the subject immediately, or send him into a catatonic state, completely destroying his mind. Either way, the original memories became totally inaccessible, which is what she wanted.

By the time all of this was completed, a total of two minutes had passed. "Hey! I asked you a question!" He yelled at her. She smiled wearily, and instead it came off as a rude sneer, "No reason Donor, just keep driving." She used the derogative term for a ghoul in order to get a rise out of him. And considering the shade of red he turned as she pressed the button to roll up the dividing window, it worked.

She returned to her seat and closed her eyes, exhausted. It had been a while since she had used any major Disciplines, and a while further since she had used two at once. Both Mesmerize and the Forgetful Mind took quite a lot of skill to use. Not only had she done both at once, but also managed to pull it off in only two minutes with skilled ease. Not the easy task. Needless to say, she was exhausted. Her normally dark ebony skin was now an ash white and her lips matched the white cotton of her shirt.

The girl moaned pitifully and slumped onto Aubrey's shoulder. It was obvious to him that she needed blood soon, and he did not think the airport delivered. He sighed inwardly and hoisted her onto his lap, twining his arms around her small waist and reaching down into his boot to the dagger he kept there. He looked over her shoulder as he cut a smooth line onto his skin. A perfect deep red strip of blood appeared on his ivory wrist, and he held it up to her lips. "Don't be getting used to this," he grumbled, "drink."

Saya sniffed the air at the prominent scent of vitae. She opened her eyes and peered at the offering in front of her, taking it up thankfully, and somewhat greedily. She pressed her lips against the wound and drank deeply of her sires blood. How ironic, she thought as the cool liquid slipped down her throat, that I'm doing this again. If in any way this blood letting irritated or hurt Aubrey, he made no move to show that it did, as usual. He let her drink only a few gulps, as a vampire's blood is more potent than a humans, then pulled away. Saya made no move to stop him, but was quite reluctant to let him go.

She smiled at him, one of the true smiles she saved for him only, "Thank you." He looked over at her, his face stoic, and said, "You're welcome." Her pleasant smile turned into a beam. It was not that often he replied to her thanks. How it was that she had managed to fall in love, or as much of love as you could call it, with the man that initially killed her and condemned her to never see the light of day again was beyond her. 'After all these centuries and I'm still trying to figure that one out.' She thought ruefully.

The limousine pulled to an abrupt stop, jerking the two passengers forwards. Aubrey managed to stay somewhat seated, but Saya was sent sprawling across his lap. Despite this fact, she started laughing. Aubrey looked down at her quizzically, "What's so funny?" Her smile remained on her face. "He doesn't like me anymore," she said through a snicker. Her sire rolled his eyes, though it was obvious he too was amused, "You seem to be good at that." Saya made a pouty face, "Hey!" She protested, feigning injury. The mid-cab window rolled down and the ghouls strained face stared back at them. She could tell he was at least making an effort to be nice, so as not to get his head ripped off, as was a likely case.

"We're here."

Aubrey growled, "I can see that, unlock the doors so we can leave. And pop the trunk." He gave the orders nonchalantly and moved to get up, hindered by the lapful of Saya. "You too, get up." She shrugged and grabbed her laptop and stood, or as much as she could, it was closer to a crouch. Aubrey did likewise and then exited the car, moving around the back to grab their duffel bag. Saya followed him.

The driver slammed the trunk down and sneered as he watched them board their plane. "Have a safe flight. Enjoy it while you can." He snickered, unaware of the fate that would soon befall him.