Clarice gave a smirk "You're late... I was beginning to think you wouldn't show."

Malakai still smiling shrugged, "Far be it from me to turn down an invitation from our dear friend Lazarus. Especially since he seemed so adamant about the information his clan mates have gathered about our venomous, in more ways than one, acquaintance Cassandra."

Clarice couldn't help but snarl a little at the mention of that name. "Hopefully his idea of an "anti-venom" will be painful." At that thought she smiled.

Malakai's smile grew bigger and his eyes held contained laughter. "Hmmmm... well, Lazarus may not be the most "subtle" of the Nosferatu but he can be quite... "persuasive" in his own way."

Clarice chuckled "By persuasive you mean "he's a violent S.O.B that loves to fight and can bench-press a Buick and he's not to be fucked with?"

Malakai gave a throaty chuckle "Indeed, if anything you'd think the Brujah would have sired him and not the Nosferatu but Charles has odd tastes for an elder, he probably sired our dear Lazarus for the purpose of sheer muscle. If that was indeed the case Lazarus does not disappoint... no matter how ahem vocal he might be..."

Clarice huffed air out through her nose " Vocal is not the word I'd use..."

"OI!!! I HEARD that ya feral wench!!!" snapped a familiar voice from the shadows, dripping with that heavy British rocker accent and the common cacklish voice not unlike the Nosferatu. Lazarus came out of hiding... obviously practicing some obfuscate discipline. Clarice frowned at the fact she couldn't smell or sense him earlier; it really sucked being a newbie. Lazarus had dull white skin, large pointed ears and long spider like fingers, his dark yellow eyes held a silent rage to them. He reminded Clarice of one of those "Batboy Lives!" pictures in a cheap tabloid. He did his signature pace while he walked toward them, a somewhat gangly combination of swelled yet lean muscles and that "Someone will be on the ass end of an ass kicking if they so much as breath funny in my presence" bravado with the common bent back stature like most Nosferatu had, but he made it look more menacing. Malakai was right; Charles did pick the pick of the litter when it came to muscle. Lazarus's outfit was comprised of black leather pants, loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to show off his muscles and his custom two straps of leather that seemed to draw a large black 'X' across his chest, and a smaller black leather 'X' across his face, you'd think that'd be uncomfortable but Lazarus didn't say anything about it if it was. He also favored wearing bracers; the ones he wore now looked like something he stole from batman. His calf high black leather lace up boots sloshed through the filthy sewer river and onto the makeshift sidewalk of crumbling cement Malakai and Clarice were on.

"If you two 'ladies' are done talking we should be off to me hidey hole away from prying eyes eh?" Clarice and Malakai nodded and followed Lazarus down the tunnel.

Not needing to be asked Lazarus started talking about Cassandra. "She's one sick bitch she is. Like most Followers o' Set she's a regular thorn in societies backside... sells every thing from whores to drugs." He then spit into the river of filth to his left as if just thinking of the Setite left a bad taste in his mouth. "She's nothin' special though; news has it that even the Setites em'selves consider her a right pain in their undead asses. She 'on't be missed that's for sure." He said with a wry smile. "I heard from a very reliable source that the Prince herself is willing to give anybody lee-way if anybody were to do 'er in."

"How much lee-way are we talking, Laz?" asked Clarice.

"So much lee-way that there is a reward ducky." He said grinning. "Territory I believe."

"Any idea where this territory is?" asked Malakai who even sounded like he was grinning.

"Not too far from me hidey hole above ground... near the red-light district, in the warehouse district in eyes view of the docks."

Malakai let out an infectious laugh "Nice hunting grounds..." he said trailing off as if he could see it already.

"That's for sure." agreed Lazarus laughing slightly. "Nobody's missed if they suddenly vanish around there, even the cops seem to give up the second they hear a body fall, not that that shocks me much."

"So, what's the plan for killing her?" asked Clarice fighting to keep her voice neutral.

"I figured we'd try to humor you in that category ducky... she didn't try to off me." said Lazarus bluntly.

Clarice lowered her head letting her waist length dark mahogany colored hair form a curtain in front of her face as a makeshift shield towards anybody looking her in the eyes. Weakly she asked Lazarus. "Did you find out... what happened to Mel?"

Lazarus turned to look at her but kept his pace, his yellow eyes trying to be as comforting as possible. "I don't know ducky... from what me buds found out, nobody matching your friend's description has left "The Oasis" from any of its exits." He paused letting it sink in a bit. "But make no mistake Luv," Luv... he only called her that when he felt bad for her, or was trying to comfort her, he usually just called her ducky. "We will find out for ourselves how your friend is holdin' up."

"And may Cassandra's dark god help her if your friend is not in the condition she entered in." said Malakai darkly, yet still grinning. His pale blond curled hair practically glowed in the dark as the faint sounds of his dark purple leather trench coat swayed in the air.

Clarice folded her arms above her army green belly shirt, almost as if she was hugging herself. She snarled "Cassandra dies her final death when I see her...no matter what or how I do it. She dies soon, and by my hand."

Lazarus grunted in agreement as Malakai gave an approving smile at Clarice while sighing "Ah, they grow up so fast..." blissfully.