The mortal hatred between some vampire clans began thousands of years ago. They usually stemmed from old rivalries or betrayals that plagued their existence. In New York City, there were five vampire clans who worked together to maintain their way of life. Their stronghold included many legal and illegal interests, but their main function was to keep their true nature clouded in the eyes of the unsuspecting human public.
A governing body known as The Council represented the interests of all the clans. The Primogen or leader from each clan was granted a seat on the council. The five ruling clans who ran operations in New York were Ventru, Gangrel, Toreador, Brujah and the ancient Nosferatu. Each group had their own unique purpose to maintain the Kindred legacy within the modern world. For the most part, the clans stayed out of each other's way, although they have learned to co-mingle when necessary or form allegiances when it suited their needs.
Ventru were the public face of the clans. They easily integrated into the human world by successfully infiltrated the most powerful industries and government organizations around. Lorenzo Alcazar was the Primogen for the clan. He oversaw the dealings of politicians, businessmen and other high-powered investments. The group thrived on power, profit and prosperity, leaving their clan well engrossed in areas where they could easily solidify their unique talents for manipulation. Ventru had exploited and finagled many events in history to promote their own agendas without any thought of consequence.
Jason Morgan leads the Gangrel clan. He has ruled for over one hundred years in the wake of the death of his long-time friend and mentor Lucas Spencer. Since coming to New York in the late 1800's Jason watched his beloved city change and modernize right before his eyes. As a Gangrel, he was used to adapting to whatever situation he encountered and this ability helped him assimilate in the new world. The clan was once filled with nomads who roamed freely throughout the earth. However, when humans began identifying the Kindred race and bringing the truth to the forefront, they had to learn to work with the other clans to maintain their anonymity. Gangrel's are known for their fierce loyalty, proud nature, lethal force and keen sense. They have an affinity for the streets and dealing with those who compromise their trust.
Art, music, dance and love are the passions that drive the Toreador clan. Led by the beautiful and illustrious Skye Chandler, the Toreador's represent the most humanistic value in all the clans, sex. They are driven by their erotic prowess, their desire to entertain and to continuously promote the mysterious and seductive world of vampires humans subscribe to.
The longstanding feud between the Gangrel and Brujah clans has continued to fuel the fires between Jason and Sonny Corinthos for centuries. Michael "Sonny" Corinthos is what most would call the devil. In 1878, he was fully engulfed in a war with Lucas Spencer while they both fought for control over a small territory known as Port Charles, NY. The bloodbath lasted ten excruciating years until Lucas succumbed to an ambush that led to his beheading. Since then, the primal vengeance Jason sought for his friend's death had been fiery to say the least. The two clans were mortal enemies and constantly squabbled. Their tirades brought chaos and death, which increasingly involved humans. Brujah are criminals; heavily involved in illegal businesses around the docks and shipping lines.
Archon Kane rules the Nosferatu clan. They embody the true face of a vampire, as they were the first to walk the earth. Known as mystical creatures, the Nosferatu possess magical powers and are seers of the present, past and future. They rule the underworld society of Kindred residing in the dark shadows and living underground. Through five millennia of existence, Archon and his disciples chose to remain neutral in many Kindred conflicts. Their impartiality has aided in their notoriety of being fair bringing a semblance of balance among the clans.
Through their collective struggle to survive under the radar of the human race, Kindred have had to unite for the commonality of their race. Their inner disputes have led to gruesome battles over the centuries, but their need to exist and live keeps them in line, for they have only each other if the general human population learns of their presence.
She awakened in the dark room to an eerie stillness. Elizabeth felt different. All of her senses seemed to be acute as she sat up and took in the dim intensity hidden in the room. When she closed her eyes, she remembered what had occurred. Lorenzo called out to her, but how she questioned. She hadn't seen him, but she felt him all over. His voice rang through her head as if he were standing a few feet away. When she closed her eyes, she felt him again. He lingered in the room, an essence, a spirit, something that clearly identified with her beloved Lorenzo.
What would she say to him if she saw him? How could she tell him that she was a vampire for god sakes? He wouldn't believe her. He wouldn't even be able to wrap his mind around the idea that the woman he loved was a monster. Her body suddenly became stiff and course. She loved him so deeply and wholeheartedly that a life without Lorenzo wouldn't be worth living.
Elizabeth hunkered down, biting her lip out of despair. A warm trickle of blood seeped into her mouth and her ripened tongue brushed the droplets from her lip. It tasted exquisite and in that moment, she wanted much more. The vicious hunger returned and her tiny body warmed at the thought of feasting.
As she rose from the bed, she trotted sheepishly to the window. She had no idea what time or day it was, but she definitely felt well rested. When she pulled the heavy drapes open, a lightening bolt of rays crashed upon her. The vampire rule book always stated that sunlight would tly killed them, however that was obviously hogwash because the heated emanations not only awakened her languid body, but brought forth the connection to humanity she thought she'd lost.
The sky was blue with puffy white clouds scurrying around. She could have dawdled there for hours, but her appetite needed to be satisfied. Her belly lurched and a painful thump stroked her entire body. The red dress looked crinkled and drab as it hung from her body, forcing her to seek other attire. She ventured to a mahogany armoire where she found suitable clothes and then proceeded to undress and head towards the small bathroom situated on the other side of the room.
The hot water quickly disentangled the tensed muscles around her neck. She lathered her body with peppermint soap and lost herself in the soothing aroma. Elizabeth didn't know how long she bathed, but when the water turned cold, she knew it was over. Opting to forego undergarments, she donned a pair of camel colored stretch corduroy pants and a soft crimson wide-neck sweater that hovered just above her waist. Her beaded Manolo Blanak's added some allure to the demure yet sexy outfit.
Feeling refreshed, Elizabeth fingered her wavy chocolate locks and opened the door. She would brave whatever lurked in the massive apartment, namely one Jason Morgan. Her heels clanked on the hardwood floor of the hallway as she walked toward the top of the stairs. Voices, all male, captured her attention. It was an argument of some kind. She listened closely utilizing her newly sharpened sense of hearing. Her name floated through the air several times causing her to give her undivided attention.
"You have no idea what you've done Jason."
"You're wrong Johnny. I'm well aware of what I've done.'
"Are you? Because Alcazar is on the warpath."
Hearing Lorenzo's name stalled her slow steps down the stairway. 'How do they know Lorenzo' she asked herself. She felt it then, a calling, a perception that he knew she was there. The sound of heavy footsteps pounded from the study located behind the stairs. Before he saw her, he felt her, tasted her, and heard each breath that filtered between her lips. She stood frozen, feeling a warmth come over her like a blanket.
There he was, at the bottom of the stairs, looking at her as if she was the light that brought him life each day. She couldn't turn away or speak as he continued to stare at her while his companions positioned themselves behind him.
"Elizabeth," he softly called out to her.
She didn't know how but she ended up standing in front of him, gazing at him like he was the last man on earth.
"How do you feel?" Jason asked and then offered her his hand.
She didn't seem to notice the brutish glares of the other men because she was lost completely in an ocean of blue. She willingly took the strong calloused hand he offered and followed Jason to the living room.
As they walked, he whispered to her, "You must be famished. You need to feed."
When they reached the expansive bar, he opened the small refrigerator and toiled through until he found what he was looking for. During this time, she never took her eyes off of him and neither did he. He felt the tremors that bombarded her body. Her small hand gripped him as her body lurched forward.
"What's happening to me?" Her fingernails plunged into his skin as the tremors quickly ravished her body. The pain raked her tiny frame with each jolt and Jason accelerated his pace to open the bottle.
"You haven't fed in three days Elizabeth." He removed the top and brought it to her mouth.
"Wait…what…three days? You brought me here…last…night." She shook uncontrollably as the hunger intensified.
"Drink," he replied and proceeded to tilt the bottle so the elixir could drain into her body. Soon, she took hold of the bottle and guzzled until she finished. Licking the remnants with her tongue, she handed Jason the empty bottle.
"It's not enough," she mustered as the tremors continued but the pain lessened. "I…I need…more Jason, please." She looked down and noticed she had never released his hand. For the next ten minutes, Elizabeth consumed five more bottles of the cold red liquid until her hunger subsided.
A few grumblings echoed from behind them and Jason remembered that they were not alone. He watched relief spread across her face as her body relaxed. He stroked her hand with his thumb sending tingling waves of pleasure throughout her body. She closed her eyes momentarily thinking about other ways he could give her pleasure.
Leaning forward, Jason whispered in her ear, "We need to talk Elizabeth."
Her eyes shot open at the close proximity of his lips. A rush of heated liquid punched its way to her core. The sound of his deep sexy voice made her wet, and she somehow sensed that he knew that, as if he could smell her.
When he stepped back, she peered into his eyes and saw them darken with desire. He knew.
"Wha…what do you wanna talk about," she questioned as she tried to shift her eyes away from his.
Jason escorted her to the sofa and sat beside her. This was a discussion that needed to take place, but one he dreaded.
"Elizabeth, you are apart of me now. You need to know what that means, for you."
It had been three days since Lorenzo discovered the fate of his beloved. It had been three long and lonely days since he called out to her. She heard him and answered, but still she was lost to him; the connection somehow broken.
Today, he called a meeting of The Council to discuss the unauthorized sire of Elizabeth. He had no intention of dealing with Jason through The Council, just to bring the flagrant abuse of power to their attention. Lorenzo knew that Sonny Corinthos would easily side with him, due to their now mutual hatred of the Gangrel leader. However, Skye would be sympathetic as usual. She and Jason had a history together and she still harbored feelings for him.
Lorenzo sought retribution. He was well aware that The Council would only reprimand Jason, similar to a slap on the wrist and be done with the situation, but Lorenzo had other plans for him.
It was a new year and all of his hopes of starting a life with Elizabeth disappeared the minute Jason Morgan embraced her. Lorenzo's heart skipped every single time he thought about her. When he closed his eyes, he always pictured their last encounter. Her soft wavy hair fanned across the red stain sheets as her naked white flesh bled through. He had never seen anything more beautiful.
Lorenzo rested his forehead against the window pane and allowed himself to remember, them.
She was upset that day, something about her parents. She stormed into his penthouse furious, yelling and screaming, but when she stopped ranting and looked into his eyes, he broke. She looked so pitiful and distraught; he pulled her into his embrace and let her cry. The sobs shook him to the core.
He knew she needed to be loved and he was the only one able to give her that. Her parents never loved her and they made that abundantly clear throughout her life. From the time she was born, Elizabeth was nothing more than their desire to fulfill their dreams of parenthood. Once she was born, they didn't much have any need for her unless it was to prop them up as 'parents of the year' to their stodgy friends. Never had he met two people so completely absorbed in their own wretched lives like the Webbers. Elizabeth grew up not believing in love, until she met him.
There she was, sprawled out before him and Lorenzo fell in love. He had brought her to his bedroom once she stopped crying. She needed him and he willingly responded. He stood at the end of the bed while she splayed her silky legs open for him. She wanted to feel something, anything other than pain. Lorenzo lifted her one leg and kissed every delicate painted toe on her foot before he whisked his lips along the smooth skin of her calf, making his way home.
She moaned with every kiss he planted and her smoky eyes grew darker. When he reached her inner thigh, Lorenzo sucked in the supple skin branding her. He draped the leg over his shoulder and gently flexed the other one open before he delved his sweet hot tongue into her.
Elizabeth's moans grew fervent as his lips encased her puffy pink ones and he kissed them gently, softly until she began to twist under him.
"Do you like that baby? Would you like some more?"
Her response to his teasing was a growl. Lorenzo returned his attention to her blazing wet core, licking and sucking for what seemed like hours. He knew Elizabeth couldn't hold out much longer, so he plunged two long fingers into her sex while he latched his lips to her tiny bud. She curled her fingers into his short black hair and pulled him deeper into her. He smiled against her womanhood when she came, spewing words of love to him.
Unfortunately, they never had the opportunity to finish what they started that evening when an urgent call interrupted their lovemaking.
Remembering that night only fueled his hatred for Jason Morgan. He took away the best thing that had ever happened to him and the Ventru leader would not just sit back and allow his enemy to get away with it. No, Ventru may seem to be preoccupied with their lust for money and power, but when others aspired to cheat or bully them out of an investment, they became even more ruthless, seeking to destroy their rival by any means.
He had men watching Harborview Towers. He ordered them to notify him immediately when Jason left the building. Lorenzo wanted to bring Elizabeth home, to him and once she was safe, Jason Morgan would suffer his fate.