Smoke rings in the fog

Disclaimer: Same as before

Summary: Still the same peeps.

Aubrey's POV:

Here again he'd been dragged off into some rundown mortal wack house, this would be just so much fun. Snorting quietly as the door swung shut behind him Aubrey stood at his brother's side, eyes wandering the room for any good prey; And he could tell that his dear brother was doing the same. That was when he saw her, that girl behind the bar watching them. And with her a witch, and huntress no doubt but a witch anyway. Now that he felt things could liven up a touch the witch turned and looked straight into his eyes. That was the second loop he got, because she seemed to know him, that much he could feel, but from where could she know him. They'd never been in this town before, in fact he was sure of that. Nudging Jager's side he started for the bar, hoping the vampire serving drinks was at least friendly, only to be shocked yet again when they leaded onto the bar top to talk to her. He suddenly realized that she was very much mortal, and very interested in his flirting. But for all of that he found his charm wasn't working at all on her, nor could he push into her mind and peer in.

With a heavy sigh he watched the girl turn to get their drinks, then focused his attention on the witch to his right, glaring at her the whole time. "What have you done to this one?" Taking pleasure in her fear which he could feel building, but still he didn't know where he knew her from. All he knew was she smelled familiar to him.

Jager's POV:

He'd been watching his brother for a long time, and knew what was happening. He even knew where the witch was from, and honestly it made his skin crawl. The last thus far in the Ashen line, the only line ever from Hecate. They were a hunter clan, and that meant she was as powerful as he was easily. Shaking off his negative feelings he went to sipping the drink set in front of him, watching his brother from the corner of his eye, and almost laughed at Aubrey's words spoken aloud. All the same he was praying that she had a good sense of humor since he doubted very much Aubrey knew what and who he was dealing with. And was completely shocked when he saw the fear in her eyes, but also the fear from the bar tender, who pulled the witch over the bar and out the back door so fast it left both him and his brother staring at empty space with dumbfound expressions plastered on their pale faces. Considering Jager to be the first to come to earth again, he jumped from his seat, quickly pulling Aubrey after him and hurried for the alley way.

Not because he thought they were easy prey, but because he wanted to know more about them both. The last Ashen and a mortal girl fleeing a bar not more than ten minutes after they'd entered, compounded by the fact that the mortal had a darker than normal aura wrapped around her. Sparked his interest and caused him to drag his still grieving brother along for the fun. After all when in Rome, or in their case, Moscow do as the locals and go with it right?

They'd barely hit the alley way when he spotted them, rushing down into the darkness that was foggy and thick with cold. Sprinting to keep up he could hear Aubrey muttering under his breath about chasing women and didn't they have enough issues; given that should it have not bothered him so much Jager might have responded in some silly way to his older, and stronger brother's constant whining. But now was not the time, nor was the alley the place to handle that. Tugging harder at Aubrey's arm he continued to half drag Aubrey down into the cold Russian darkness behind the girls. Watching as they turned into the old building, leaving the door unlocked.

Aubrey's POV:

At first he would have just assumed that the girls were only attempting to give them the slip by rushing through an old tire warehouse, but then again he would have also assumed that his dear brother would have just left the two go as well. Nope, and this night was turning out to be hell for him. With a shake of his head Aubrey followed Jager into the warehouse and began to look about, this place. It was a home, and not anyone's home, that bar tender's. Her smell was everywhere in this place, a sweet smell he would have added if the next mystery wasn't, from a three roomed home where did one hide?

He was still mulling the question over when he saw Jager pull up an old floor board, wanting so badly to yell at him for messing with any of herself, Aubrey forgot himself for a bit and started for his brother. Only to end up looking down and seeing that a rope lead down an opening from where Jager had pulled up the floor. This took him back to his first question, they had given even him the slip. So with a reluctant sigh he followed Jager down the rope and landed himself in a world that even vampire's though was nothing short of a myth. The Temple of Anisky, one of the few most powerful vampires ever known to have lived.

Aubrey knew the tale well, about something being built over it since the mortals found it an eye sore in the day times. But here he was having found it. That though was the same point he was pulled back into reality by Jager stepping forward and the suffocating fear that suddenly crashed into his mind and wrapped around it. Making him want to curl up in a ball and hide. Looking up he saw the girls standing still as possible in the waters of the cistern watching them, the witch he'd assumed to be from the Smoke line from the way she acted towards him, and the mortal girl who seemed scared but willing to fight him as well. Something he hadn't seen since Jessica. Shaking his head before he could go back to that thought he focused instead on the two before him, watching Jager out of the corner of his eye, only to catch the goofy grin on his brother's face.