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Block 16 (1906-1941)
The nightlife and red-light district located downtown between Ogden and Stewart, and First and Second, thrives with prostitution, gambling and liquor in spite of Prohibition and laws restricting gambling. In 1929, government inspectors arrive to determine whether Las Vegas will pass federal standards as a suitable place to house workers recruited to build Boulder Dam. Despite orders from Police Chief Percy Nash to disguise the bars and lights of Block 16, the inspectors give a thumbs-down to Vegas thanks to Block 16's reputation. Boulder City is built as the "sin-free" workers' town. In 1941, the Air Force base opens, and the War Department threatens to bar service personnel from the entire town unless something is done about Block 16.
Kitty's Place; She's a successful little hole in the wall. Pretty much becoming a permanent fixture in Vegas, as far as history is concerned.
A joint that had history since the infamous block 16 was closed. She's seen the hay day of Vegas, from it's humble beginnings, the ratpack, the mafia, to her glittering lights she, and Vegas, are today. Kitty's has a personality and charm all her own, and seems Marco may probably come to know love from one thing - Kitty's. He knows her dark secret passages, where the owners used to hide the moonshine during prohibition, and he's even found a few skelatons buried into the walls (quite literally). Those little surprises charmed him down to his black soul, if he still had one. If there was one just as silent, dark, sinful, and full of secrets as he is, it's Kitty; his pride and joy. Fuck the rest.
Marco Giovanni, from his smug smile and size of his ego you'd think he owned all of Vegas, including Nocturne. One could say he is a gentleman to his 'girls' at the club. You could say he is an upstanding member of the community. You could also say he wears his heart on his sleeve - but you can't. Not without choking on the very attempt. Truth be told, he is far slimier, meaner, cruder, and vulgar than anything Vegas' underbelly could dig up (literally).
Marco saw himself quite differently, however. In Vegas, probably all of Nevada, he is one of the few Giovanni out there. His Sire challenged him to establish himself here. In the middle of no where in the desert. With his few 80 years under his belt, and this place crawling with Ventrues, to say it was difficult would be kind. He lied, cheated, swindled, murdered, and tempted the fates constantly for the last two decades. He prides himself as the living embodiment of Block 16. Finally, after those hard years he has Kitty, his system, and is doing 'fairly' well. Not for the Giovanni's standards however.
Now he's found his starlets, bringing in the drooling humans from miles around to see them, spending their dollars like free flowing water. One of his stars happens to be Rose. There's only one club now in Vegas that threatens his faithful 'hardened' customer circling around his stage - Nocturne. Run by none other than the Prince Himself!
Marco sits in his dark office under the club, with his feet on the his desk leisurely smoking his cigar. He hopes Olivia won't let him down. She never has before, and hopes for her sake she won't start.
Lady Lilian wrote:
The lobby was blessedly empty for this early hour. A glass door revealed the blistering desert sun blasting the roof of the carport; their only protection. Beneath it, was a black limo with a giant of a man complete with a dark suit, sunglasses and an ear piece. Olivia saw an instant of natural hesitation from James, his eyes burning already. With one snap of her fingers, she gives the order to a man standing leisurally in the background of the lobby. He approaches confidentlyy with what appears to be a gigantic black coat.
Charles was about to head out to Akabar's store to begin his day's errands when he was shocked to find James being escorted out of the hotel. At first he wanted to make sure everything was all right with his new guest. Before he had a chance to ask, however, he saw Olivia Giovanni, of all people, rushing him outside. Then the black coat was wrapped around him and he was ushered into Giovanni's limo.
To himself he admitted that he didn't know much about vampires, but he knew enough to know they didn't go many places during the day without a real good reason. He decided to leave that puzzle to Gregory. He phoned up to his room to let him know. Not surprisingly, Greg did not answer, so he left a message with what he saw and left his cell phone number on the message to be sure he was within reach if needed.
With that business done, he set off to find the curious vampire's needed items.
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James reaches down and pulls the struggling woman up so he may get a better look at her.
“Yes a nice specimen Olivia but no I have eaten once already today although you might save her for later. I have work to do today and will be hungry before the next moonrise."
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Rose walks through downtown Las Vegas with one thing on her mind, 'Luna.' Maybe a little revenge too, who knows? The more she walks the more she comes unhinged. Something clicks in her brain. All her poise, her upbringing, her social graces, everything she has ever been taught, including turn the other cheek is being checked at the door in her mind.
She stops at a friends house, knocks on the door. Larry, a friend of hers opens the door. "What's up kiddo?" Without noticing him, she brushes past him, focused on her 'errand.' Rose walks into his bedroom, reaches under the bed for a long object lovingly swaddled in fine tan leather suede. He leans against the bedroom door frame. "Taking someone for a walk are we?" He knew exactly who and what she had in mind. This has been long coming, and he knew her well enough to NOT get in her way. "Just be careful hon. That's all I'm going to say." Pulling over Larry's black trench coat, she cradled the swaddled surprise underneath it, close to her to keep it safe. There will be hell to pay today.
Walking into "Kitty's Place" through the dressing room door, the place stunk as it always had. Rose walks into Marco's office, where he's sitting there with his feet up on his desk, as always, chatting on the phone with Olivia. "I don't care what he wants, or when he wants it. If he's not going to kill her now, then what am I going to do with the dame? I can't put her in the cellar, my beers are there! Go out and bury her in the desert, but do it with no one around! A job that would just take twenty minutes, could wind up taking all day!" Hanging up the phone, looking up at Rose with an un concerted arrogant look. "Rose, you got a problem?!" "You locked me out of my house and where's my dog!" He smiled a broad and sick smile, nearly turned on that he got her feathers ruffled. "Where's my dancer? I got a new guy coming her and my best girl is NOT on that stage! Instead she's out at that no account, good for nothing NOCTURNE!" She began to shake, not from fear but from rage. Marco is good at scaring the soul out of her, but something just isn't adding up in her brain. "I want my dog back you sick fuck!" "You want your dog so bad? I was gonna save it as a surprise." He reaches into his desk drawer. Two of his lackies let themselves into the office cause of the shouting. Marco throws a dogs leg onto his desk. "There's your dog." Pointing his finger to Rose as he stands up, towering over her. "Don't you EVER think you can go somewhere without you me knowing about it! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU'RE MINE! YOU BELONG TO ME!"
It appeared that none of this registered with Rose at the moment. "We're sorry, all lines are busy at this time. Please hang up and try again." She pulled open her trench coat, pulled out the long object. With a quick jerk of the fabric the object unraveled , with a flash she held a sword pointed at Marco's throat. Her eyes narrowed, looking down the length of steel into his eyes. He chuckled, a cold caucky laugh. Without words, she knew he didn't think she was serious. The two men rustle uneasily, not sure to intervene yet, waiting for their boss' word. With a flash of silver, she jerked sideways, and returned nearly just as fast to her former position. Marco raised an eyebrow, waiting....The man on the left started cursing, "That crazy bitch cut me! My shirt, my fuckin' shirt!" Blood started to run down the left side of his chest. All three men stared at Rose, she didn't even lose a pace of breathe from that move. Pointing it back at Marco, "I'm leaving, for good. I don't only fuckin' quit, but I'm moving!" She whispers "So far away from the likes of you, you won't even see me in your dreams."
A soft electric beeping sound indicated that someone has entered the rear of the property. Marco, ignoring Rose for the moment, leans down to get a look at the small monitor. Olivia and James were walking into the club. As usual she is heading right for the office. "Ah shit." Standing up, full of his usual bullshit attitude. "Sorry hot pants, I don't have time to play anymore." The two men crouched closer. "Take her to storage." They pounced her so fast she had no time to react. One grabbed her wrist holding the sword so hard, he nearly broke her wrist. She was able to let out one scream of protest, before someone cracked her over the skull with something.
Olivia escorted James to the office. Hopefully Marco would make a better first impression on him than she did. She was still kicking herself for not thinking of a 'smoother' way to transport him from limo to building other than covering him again and carrying him like....well like a dead guy. He witnessed her give the order to pick up the girl and throw her into the trunk of the limo for their ride to the club. Again, not smooth. A scream from the office grabbed both of their attention. Some sort of shuffle and a hit of some kind. They both got a glimpse of a women in black, with long red hair being carried to the basement. He saw her long enough to nearly, maybe, recognize her as the lady he met last night in the hotels parking lot, when he spoke with the Malkavian Primogen.
James enters the office, happily greeted by Marco with a pleasant cool smile. "James, it's so good to finally meet you. I trust you had a good ride here, and that Olivia has taken good care of you." Olivia slinked into the corner of the office, and layed low.
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After getting into the building James reached into his coat and took out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood away from his eyes just in time to spot the red haired woman being carried away. He thought she looked familiar from the night before with the Primogen but thought it better not to ask.
With a slight bow James speaks.
Mister Giovanni I trust. Olivia has hurried me away with relatively little discomfort. Only my eyes were adversely affected.
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Marco ushered James to a comfortable chair across from his desk. "We've lingered too long, I'm a get down to business kind of guy." Lighting a cigar, while speaking between his teeth. Letting out a satisfied puff of smoke. "I hear from sources that you are looking for Methuselahs. Not just any, but ancient and lots of Methuselahs." A huge grin from one ear to another. Olivia swore sometimes he could look just like the Cheshire cat, complete with Bong and the mushroom. James sat and took in the surroundings with meticulous care. Listening past his host, to the cellar, the bar, the dance floor, and maybe even the dressing room? Flicking ashes into a huge filthy ashtray, "I believe that finding what you are looking for could benefit the both of us, somehow." A casual shrug. "Tell me what you will need, besides that package of yours and you will have it." He leans forward, not able to help notice how calm and tentative James' stare is. Was it the look of a hunter? His voice dropped, the showy smile lost, he leaned on his desk on one elbow, puffing the exotic cigar with the other hand, "What will you do with them once you find them, and why look for them?"
Rose woke up in the basement, with an incredible headache. Feeling the floor, her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. A muffled sigh caught her attention. Crawling over to Annette, who was still hog tied and her mouth duck taped, obviously past fear into shock. Rose sat next to her, she even helped her sit up. All pretense gone, no more lights, no more glamour, it was just her and she. "You know, I never really liked you." Rose said matter of factly. This began to enrage Annette. Gesturing for her ropes, it was painfully obvious Rose was almost enjoying this. "You were mean. Plus your hips were too big, no one wanted to say anything really, but I wanted to." She let out a soft chuckle. Looking around, there were no windows to speak of. This space was used for storage, and from the chains on the walls and floors, it was obvious it was used for more than just beer. Her attention back on her companion, for lack of better words "If I take off the tape, will you make an effort not to be yourself........annoying. If you speak, please be useful, we don't have time for gossip today." With a sadistic smile Rose yanked off the duck tape as hard and fast as she could, maybe not as fast. Annette yelped from pain. "Ok, I have the single most important thing I'm going to say in my whole life. Rose, everyone's a vampire!" Annette waited with huge eyes, Rose blinked. "They hit you harder than I thought." Reaching towards her replacing the tape. "NO I'M SERIOUS! They had me in Marco's limo, the new guy, was going to eat me. He has the HUGE fangs! And Olivia is a vampire too!" "Ah ha. The doorman?" "No, I don't think so." "The cook in the kitchen?" "No, I don't think so either." "Ah ha."
Standing up, Rose looked around trying to figure a way out. Obviously, she thought, Annette wasn't going to be any help. "Aren't you going to untie me so I can help?" "Have you helped yet?" "I told you the truth about the vampires." "No, I'm not going to untie you." Looking around crates of beer, and barrels trying to see anything that could help. "So what will they do to us?" Rose only needed to hear a voice, even one as annoying as Annette to keep her nerves in check. It was probably the worst question to ask though. Suddenly she realized she wished Corey was there. Shaking her head, of all things. She's held captive in a basement with a drama queen, and she's more worried about standing up her date. "Priorities" she muttered.
"He's going to eat us. He used the word 'meal' to me." Finding the circuit breaker Rose deliberated whether she should shut off power to Kitty's Place or not. "You are serious about this aren't you? Okay, I'll humor you, so who else did they mention are vampires?" "He mentioned about Nocturne, about a Prince there. Olivia, and the others here are also. Marco also mentioned about he could use a new stage once I'm gone. I think he uses our insurance money for the club, and his pocket." She stopped, things were starting to make sense, maybe. "We were all told that you got a better job in Vegas. He really had you beaten and was/ is going to kill you?! That explains why Olivia was wearing Mary's ring." The air left her lungs for a moment "Oh my god."
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"Well my good sir Giovanni it is nice to see your willing ness to help but other than the fact that killing these creatures would keep them from inter fearing with your business I don’t understand why this would interest you quite so much. I will tell you that these methuselahs were active in Aztec culture and had inspired the human sacrifices. The reason I hunt them is to gain their knowledge and grow stronger myself as well as to preserve the masquerade."
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Rose scours around for any object she can find in the darkness of Kitty's basement. Annette's voice keeps her mind occupied until finally blindly reaching into the back of crates her hand feels a cold wrench. Furiously she begins banging on the pipes as hard as she can. BAM BAM BAM!
Marcus sits with James in his office. Leaning back of his chair, "I'm interested in helping you because, we both want the same things. Peace, and prosperity." Lighting up another cigar, talking between clenched teeth "What happens in the cemeteries effects, ultimately my business, dear fellow." Smiling his Cheshire grin with yellowed teeth. "I just can't have Methuselahs running about killing anything they'd like, hmmm? It's bad for business. My business. So getting them will be top priority. I see you've..." Bam BAM BAM BAM BAM.....Marcus loses train of thought. Olivia, James, and Marcus all hear the underground clanking noise.
His body guards shift uneasily, anxiously waiting for their delightful orders to put the poor girls out of their misery. One of the guards stands with Rose's sword cradled in the sling of his gun holster behind his back. Itchy fingers, he wants so badly to run her through as she had cut his arm, a personal payback.
Annette asks frantically, nearly panicing "What are you doing?! They'll hear! They'll come down and kill us! You've lost your mind!" Rose grins from ear to ear knowing full well just how annoying the clanging is for Marcus right now. Did she have a plan? No, but she wasn't about to admit that openly.
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG
Olivia visibly restled in her comfortable seat, "I hear a throat begging to be cut." she muttered softly to her self. Marcus clears his throat; "I believe our breakfast is calling." Finally giving the signal the guard had been desperately waiting for he excuses himself, heading towards the cellar door.
Rose unties Annette, "Can you look pathetic and frightened?" she playfully asks. Seems when she's most frightened her good humor comes through. "What do you mean?" Letting out a soft sigh of resignation "That'll work."
The guard unlocks the door, and takes two steps down the stairs. Peering into the darkness he sees Annette sitting on the floor apparently tied. "I told her not to do it! She's crazy! Don't kill me please!" BANG! The guard falls down the stairs to the floor, laying face flat next to Annette's feet. Rose climbs down off the stairs railing, still with wrench in hand. Quietly, closing the door without completely shutting it. Rose looks down, blinking in total surprise. "My sword! Wow!" Nearly letting out a chuckle. Pulling it from it's leather holding strap, she examines it, making sure it's in exact condition as she borrowed it. She thought to herself she'd be in a world of trouble if anything happened to it, ironic though, thinking that while escaping from a basement cell. "You did good Annette, but one things missing." Rose lifted her sword high above her head, muscles tight ready to bring it down upon Annette head! She screamed, a loud inhibited scream. Loud enough to wake the dead!! Chuckling softly, "Thanks," Bringing the sword down safely "It was too quiet down here." Standing up shaking, "You're crazy Rose! You're sure to get us killed!"
Marco heard the door open, and a thump, or something. Then hearing the scream and silence was satisfied. "I would like to hunt the Methusalahs right along side you. I have a few good hunters, bounty hunters to be exact. We could leave anytime for the dessert you would be ready. But for now, perhaps we should retire to our chambers. I have a guest room for you, if you'd like. It's much more comfortable than that stale hotel room you were residing in earlier, and I don't imagine you'd want to venture into the midday sun." A small wink came from Olivia, James noticed. In truth another roundabout with her goones, swaddled up in a black tarp didn't seem so appealing.
Rose tied up the guard with Annette's ropes. "Why don't you just kill him with the sword?" Rose looks up from her handywork, "What are YOU crazy? I feel bad for even hitting him." "Is he a vampire? Check his teeth!" Annette was adamant, and not letting this delusion go. Rose lifted his gums to show no fangs. "See. Human." A soft exasperated sigh escaped her before she could stop it. "How will we get out of the club without anyone noticing? We can't go out the back way, he'll see us on his security camera." Rose thought for a second, "We could go out the front door?" "WHAT?" Shrugging, you've got a better idea? Annette thought, "Our dressing rooms, the side door. You're scheduled to work tonight any ways." They both made their way out of the basement, into the hallway, avoiding Marco's office as much as possible without looking obvious. It was kind of hard while carrying a sword in hand.
Olivia stood up, and wrapped her around around James' as a lady would to be escorted. Marco stood, pleased that another meeting had gone well, considering the small interruption. "I'll give you time to think of our offer. But for the rest of your time here, relax, and enjoy our club. By all means, if you like go to the floor and enjoy the show and our hostess's gracious hospitality. Drinks on the house for the gentleman and the best seats in the house!"
Rose and Annette made their way into their dressing rooms. "I can't believe what Marco is doing, killing the girls that don't work out for him anymore, killing them for their insurance money. There were so many since the time I've been here. It's only been a year, but we must've had at least 18 leave us." Rose lingers over the old dressing tables, still with personal effects on them from former dancers that claim to have 'moved on' or 'quit'. "What about their families? They could get their money, as beneficiaries." Annette shook her head. "There's been an epidemic of families getting into accidents for the past 6 months. The contracts the new girls sign, I've seen have a clause that if there are no beneficiary their life insurance goes to Kitty's Place." "That's dumb, no lawyer would dare do something that sleezy. At least my family died accidentally, no suspicious nature at all. None." Rose became quiet for a moment, she never speaks of her family outwardly. "Are you listening to yourself? Haven't you noticed that Marco refurbished his stage and lights after Barbara moved out of state?"
Elizabeth walked past them "Hey girls. Have you seen the new guy on Olivia's arm? Mmmmmm, he is cute! Complete with these sexy fangs! He's probably one of the Goth kinds, ya know what I mean?" Annette jumped "What? Fangs? Oh my god, you got to show me!" Sadly, Rose thought, the valley girl in her cannot be scared out of her. Annette and Elizabeth took a peek through a door as James was walking with Olivia, getting the grand tour of the place. "He's the guy from the limo, the vampire! I knew it! OH MY GOD! AND cute!" Rose rolled her eyes, "You know we really should be making our exit, not gawking right now." With much flustering, Rose took a peek. She recognized him as the guy she met approaching she and Corey from the garage. "My god." she whispered. "See I told you, even Rose approves." "Wait, he was the guy that was gonna eat you from the limo? I've seen this guy before." Instantly she put Corey, Rex and James in the same catagory. Corey was way too nice to be mixed up with limo nibblets. But she did see them together.
One of the guards comes back to Marco's office, whispering into his ear that his guard was found bound in the basement, with the sword taken. That was the last straw for Marco's patience. It was getting too late in the day to deal with her diplomatically. "When you find Rose, kill her. Annette you can save for James as promised. Put her back into the basement. Oh, and kill the guard. He was stupid enough not to tie hot pants, he deserves it. Costing me my prize dancer. She's not going to dance for anyone else either for that matter. Make it slow." With that he retired.
Rose became uneasy, vampires real or not, this whole building was bad news. They had gotten this far, now to just exit the dressing room door, into the alley and out of Kitty's forever. A group of girls started making a fuss cause there were guards letting themselves into the dressing room. Grabbing Annette they ran for the exit. One guy grabbed Annette by the arm. Without a second thought, Rose swung with the sword, closing her eyes as she did so, with all her strength. A scream along with a thud made her open her eyes. The guard lay on the floor feet from them with his head cut off! This time Annette grabbed Rose and pulled her out of the club, running as fast as she could. It was clear that was she was in shock, she wouldn't stop apologizing, over and over again. They ran into alleys, between cars, through hotels, through casino's. It felt like they had been running for hours, not looking back or speaking. They finally stopped for a second behind a dumpster in an alley. Annette asked while panting "You said you had a friend named Corey that helped you. Where is he now?" Rose only shook her head, not wanting to ask him for another thing, ever. Whether he was involved or not, or the Prince was, she didn't want to endanger them. Marco was unpredictable, but when he orders his goons to do something, they take their orders with smiles on their faces.
"Okay, you stay here and hide. I'll go and make a phone call really quick. I promise I'll be right back. Don't move from this spot." With a kiss on the forehead, she ran to the pay phone on a street corner. She ran out of view and a gunshot rang out. Annette didn't come back.
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“Ahh well Olivia this is a very nice place but I must be heading off to get some sleep. I have much to do tonight.”
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Giorgio Giovanni welcomed Charles into the hotel room, with a point of the gun. Charles half-expected something like this, but not that they would be stupid enough leaving someone behind in the room. "I assume you got the package my boss is expecting?"
Charles raised his head confidently, "I'm not releasing the contents of the package unto your person, sir. Only unto the person whom bequeathed it to me." With a satisfied grin, Charles watched his proper words wash over Giorgio.
A dumbfounded raised eyebrow, "Dis IS room 749, right? And you are Charles, wid' da package? So you gonna give it to me, AND answer me in english?"
"My dear boy, I'll reiterate your query once again," Charles said, adding an emphatic "no."
Giorgio pointed the gun to Charles' head, "I'll just give it to him anyways."
Unflinching, as if this hadn't been his first brush with a hold up, "You could shoot me, but your BOSS will be terribly upset if you do."
Lowering the gun, "How's that?"
"Because his guest is expecting the package to be delivered to his hands personally. Meaning in plain english, you can't kill the delivery man, or you'll be 'fired.'"
With a wink and a grin, Giorgio knew exactly what Charles meant, fancy english or not. He was right. With a sigh, he reluctantly ushered Charles out of the room, through the hotel, towards the Giovanni's car.
Charles was escorted to Giorgio's well-used Ford Fairlane. Smiling to himself, he had hoped that his boss' place was in better shape than his bruisers ride.
While everyone is whizzing by, even grandma Moses flipped Giorgio the bird while passing him from the slow lane, Charles discreetly studied Giorgio, taking in as much information as possible. "Does your boss let you drive around in this? When was the last time you were due for a bonus? I hear Kitty's Place is doing well for itself, I should think he'd taking care of his family."
Instead of shutting him up, like most bruisers would, he merely shrugged his shoulder "I don't know, I think we are doin' alright. He treats the girls real nice, top notch, ya know? Like family. This car, it's temporary, when we get another wave of good luck, I'm gettin' me a PT cruiser, black."
Charles nods agreeably, "Ah yes, I hear it gets great mileage, and the A/C, incredible!"
"Oh yeah yeah, and maybe one of the spoilers, with maybe like those yellow and black checkers on da side, ya know?"
"Good man, it's a relief to hear that his girls are well provided for. Did you hear of all the fuss on the news of Kitty's? Were you there when it happened, it caused quite a stir. Good press coverage. I'd say you got maybe 5 years worth of free advertising in one day! What a show!"
Again, Giorgio offered a shrug, as if he were talking with a life-long friend, "Marco did alright, I'll say."
"I hope James wasn't in the middle of it, being the VIP guest and all."
"Nah, thankfully he was in the office when it happened. Crazy broad! Never give a broad a sword, dats my advice right there! Hot pants has always been on the edge, no question of dat!"
"Was it a good hit?" Charles dug once more, hoping, just hoping.
"Clean right off da shoulders! Fuck ME what a Fuckin' mess! Nah he didn't see it, Thank God! Quite a mess to clean up though, that's for sure! Dat crazy dame is probably long gone now, if ya know what I mean?"
Charles chuckled along with Giorgio, "Yes I most certainly do."
They pulled up into Kitty's parking lot. Together, with even Giorgio's gun still in his holster, they walked into Marco's office. "Where's da boss and James?"
Olivia greeted them at his desk, "They both retired. Oooohhhhhh, hello handsome" she purred to Charles.
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It was a shame she was so amazingly gorgeous on the outside. Charles knew only too well that her beauty was only skin deep. Still, he had a hard time keeping his blood from boiling every time he saw her. He tried to play it cool, replying in kind, "Hello Olivia, you're looking delicious today. I take it James' meeting with Marco went well? Is there any way I can give him his package here, or should I just hold on to it for now?"
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"Let's just say it went smooth like a knife through butter." Charles' escort was ready to close the door when she made the gesture to leave them alone together. Olivia slinked out of Marco's chair gliding over to Charles, her silver dress holding every curve. Circling around Charles she stops to play with his tie. Saying with a mocking pout, "I'm sorry they both went to bed." Exagerating the 'bed' part continuing, "James wants it delivered personally to him, so maybe that means we COULD spend the day together." Purring, but inches from his lips, her gentle fingers twirling around his dark locks of hair. She says with just a whisper with all the promise of paradise 'Alone.'
Charles clears his throat, taking a single gentlemanly step backwards, "If you recall young lady, I'm on a business errand. For your boss......remember?"
Olivia sees the brown wrapped package carefully carried by her victim...err Charles. "This is the box with the magical items, yes? Do you think he really knows how to use it?"
Charles walks over to Marco's desk, and leans against it, wary that if he so much as sits down he may be accosted by his hostess. He raised an eyebrow up playfully, seizing a potential opportunity, maybe at his expense, "I'll tell you that, if you tell me something." His voice playfully matching hers.
Olivia couldn't resist a potential game from someone so handsome. She's known and heard of Charles for years, mostly complaints on Marco's part, but this is the first real opportunity she has had to be this close to him. To her, even his voice was intriguing. By human age, she was twice his elder, but that didn't stop her heart from pounding audibly from the first time she saw him. "Go ahead, ask." Olivia slinks down into her favorite chair, much like a cat curling into her favorite spot by the fire.
Charles thought carefully his wording "'Like a knife through butter' -- is it true what I've heard of the great incident that has happened here this morning?"
Giving time for the question to completely sink in, and weighing carefully her answer, "Yes. A dancer came in here and attacked us, killed two of our guards and killed her hostage after she left here. Why?"
Rubbing his chin, "It just doesn't make sense why a dancer would do such an incredible thing! I ask you the same, Why?"
"Ahhh you want motive? Well find me someone that doesn't like Marco?" She was having fun at her boss' expense and Charles knew it. Saying something that casually would be terms of retribution, in the Giovanni's ways.
Charles walking over to Olivia, with a slow pace and speaking in his most seductive voice, "I'll tell you your answer, if you can be more specific as in 'why'?"
He knelt down next to her and she said, "For a kiss, I'll tell you a name and motive for a kiss."
Charles sort of saw that coming, "Not a 'cause he had it coming answer' either."
They were inches from each other "Not a peck on the cheek kind of kiss either. Do we have an agreement?"
He whispered softly "We have an accord. The answer first, then the kiss."
She sighed, "Alright. Rose Sullivan burst in here this morning with a sword. Marco ordered her locks changed cause she went out to Nocturne last night AND he sort of killed her dog. She flipped out! They got into a small scuffle and she cut off the guards head," Olivia shrugged.
Charles could only blink in disbelief. She continued casually "Well first she killed the guard downstairs in the cellar."
"Why was she in the cellar?" He interrupted
"Cause she was a little bit tied up. But she killed him, then came up here and we got into a little bitty fight and she cut his head off! THEN she kidnaps whats her face, and kills her in the alley."
"How do you know it was in the alley if you weren't there, and the cops didn't have time to tell you yet?"
Her eyes narrowed, he was good. Just as good as she had heard stories of, rather complaints of. "Now where's my reward. My answer first..."
"Yes, I believe he can use these items collectively, because he had a very specific laundry list. These aren't just your ordinary playthings. Myself, I have no clue what they are for, but he does. So yes." He leaned towards Olivia, eyes shut, she shut her eyes, their lips touched.
After the short but very senusal kiss, Charles cleared his throat and asked, "Can I ask you another question?"
Olivia blinked a moment and said, "Yes, you can interogate me all you want with your lips."
Charles smiled, sliding even closer than before and asked, "What was James meeting Marco about, and why did you need to cover him up with a blanket?"
A curious look crossed Olivia delicate face, biting her lip, deciding how to answer that question without breaking the Masquerade. "He CLAIMS he can awaken ancient, dangerous.. dead things." Then she added playfully, "Worse than mummies! He was wrapped up because..." and paused as she tried not to laugh, "he has a strong allergy to the sun." Before he could interrupt, Olivia said, "Now I would like to ask a question. Why do you care so much?"
It was an excellent question and one which he didn't expect. Why DID he care so much about this guy, a vampire obviously, who has bought a lot of dark items in order, if she's right, to kill one of his own. "It's my job. More than just taking care of a guest, I take care of people. It's what I do."
She smiled, obviously pleased by the answer and said, "A worthy answer deserves a worthy kiss." With that she abandoned all hope of playing games and kissed him harder and deeper than she'd ever kissed any man before. He did not hold back either and returned the kiss with the same passion.
When he came up for air he looked at her and knew that if he didn't stop right now, though he might regret it, he'd be making a mistake. As mistakes go, she'd be a fun one, but a mistake nonetheless. The worst part being not knowing what her real intentions were. He looked away and said, "This... package, it needs to be delivered in person, but I can't stay here to deliver it. As tempting as the offer is. That isn't lip service either, if you'll forgive the pun. If you'll allow me to return to work, with the package, you have my word that no one else but James will receive it."
Reluctantly she agrees, "Fair enough, but under one condition. You promise not to say a word about our umm, kiss and tell games."
"Agreed, good day Olivia. I'm sure I'll see you again," he said and kissed her small hand.
She blushed, though she tried to hide it and said, "You can count on it, Charles."
With that, Charles stood up, fixed his tie a bit, took the package, and left the office of Kitty's Place.
When he stepped outside he noticed it was almost 11 AM. He pulled out his cell phone, called one of his associates and asked for a ride, and then asked to be patched to Gregory's voicemail.
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I am picking up here when everyone in Kitty's Place has retired for the day. The cops are gone, the things are done, and we await the sun to set, but not just yet.
Lying in her luxurious bed in her private room, Olivia scrolls through her cell phone searching for someone in particular, someone who owes her a favor. As she lye there wrapped in black silks, she smiles to how Marco's reaction would be should this be successful. Always trying to be in his good graces is difficult, but to her not impossible, especially with the amount of favors she collects........like souls.
The phone rings and on the other end a quiet deep male voice says "Your time." "How is my black velvet? I've missed you." Olivia purred her most sultry vixon voice. He answers "And I've missed you too, with every bullet so far. What do you want, you never call to socialize?" An engine in the background gave Olivia the visual he was riding his motorcycle and was speaking on his ear piece. "I have a hunt for you. You know the news today of a sycho dancer who nubbed two of our guards? I'll give you her last seen location, if you can take care of her. Or is that something too hard?" Silence for an uncomfortable moment or two. Then finally a mean chuckle "I thought Big Man was having a party over there. Finally his own guys can't find their way out of the bathroom? So you need me to get a girl with a sword?" Rolling over in bed, her head hanging over the edge spilling her flowing white hair easily touching the floor. "It's more than that, it's the ones that will come to her I want taken care of too." The engine shut down in the background "It'll cost you more." Sighing, "What do you want Andrew?" "Give me the location, and the names and descriptions of the ones you want done, and I'll think on it. It'll be doubled from last time." "Fine."
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Marco would be sleeping in tonight, but technically her shift was over at five. She took a quick break to shower and freshen up as this could be a long night. She dressed up in tight black jeans and black top, covering a blood red bra with straps that showed. Tonight was the night she wasn't going to let Marco down. If she does, it'll be a 6ft drop.
Ah planning ahead is always nice, it helps her get up in the evening, with a smile on her face.
Picking up her daytime planner, which is covered with dust, first on her list is to secure their ride to BFE. Olivia walks about the noisy club, motioning over to one of the bouncers. She tells him that she wants Marco's limo ready. The guard whispers to her in her ear "Would you like breakfast for two in the cab?" "No, we're doing delivery today." "Digorno?"
Second on the list make sure she has their own private bag of goodies ready to go. Sipping a bottle of Jack Daniels she carries the bag with her, not putting it down as she promised Marco some million times the prior day.
Third on the list 'Greet Charles warmly.' "Oooohhhh happily!" She pulls out her cell phone calling Charles "Hello" his cordial voice answers on the other line "Hello to you sir! Are you close?" "Ah Olivia, yes I'm ...nearly at your parking lot. I have James' parcel, and anxious to see him again." "As we all are of course. Just 'pull up' baby, and give the keys to the doorman, I hate for you to waste time parking your car." "Alright. I'll be right there." She hangs up and takes another swig from the bottle.
Next on the list... Wait for sleepy heads to wake up.
Charles entered Kitty's Place and was greeted by Olivia with open arms, complete with a kiss on each cheek, Italian style. "Have you had dinner yet Charles? No fair for you to be running about as you have without my treat for dinner. I haven't eaten either, would you care to dine with me? It's happy hour!" He had no chance to protest or agree as he followed her into the club.
She found her favorite booth in the farthest rear of the club, with velvet black curtains and gaudy gold fringe along it, making a nice little private retreat. Charles joined her, package still in tow as promised, politely sitting himself away from the view of the stage.
Olivia placed her bottle of JD on the table and motioned the waitress over. "Gimme the special for two." She said and the waitress was on her way. She slinks into the booth, and pulls the gold rope enclosing the little nook for their privacy. Though it was still a bit noisy it was the only place to get a moment of peace from the noise and lights of the stage Kitty's Place was renowned for.
Charles started the conversation, "So where is James and Marco?"
"They slept in today, they'll be up about 6pm. Until then it'll give us time to enjoy a quick bite to eat before going out."
The waitress returned with a large tray of hors d'oeuvres; chips and salsa, mozzerella cheese sticks, chicken fingers and two soft drinks. With the waitress gone, they dug into deep fried heaven.
"Charles, can I ask you an honest question, with an honest answer, please."
"Sure," he mumbled reaching for some food.
With a straight face she asked, "How do you feel about me?"
He stops for a minute and looks at her, "You're serious aren't you?"
"Yeah," she says in between mouth fulls.
He thinks to himself, not the classiest dame in the world. but I better not say that. "Are you hitting on me?" For the first time he actually saw Olivia smile, an honest to goodness joyful smile. If there was anything malicious hidden in it, she was too good an actress.
"I was hitting on you in Marco's office last night. This is different."
To that he smiles, stammers for a second, and then admits, "You and I have been doing this dance for a while now, and the flirting has always been pleasantly dangerous. But if you're really serious, I really do like you a lot."
She sat there motionless for what may seem like an eternity. She never thought since she was introduced to the darker side of their family that she would get an honestly nice guy like Charles. With a profound look she asked, "Are you gonna eat those cheese sticks?"
Enjoying his genuine laughter she added "I enjoy your company too. It's nice when you come over." A look crossed her face of sadness when she thought this might be the last time she sees him.
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The light of day has rolled away
Now the dead of night come out to play
James awakes refreshed from his days slumber.
As James climbs out of bed, he lets out a terrific yawn and rouses himself for the night.
“Now to fined that Olivia and arrange a proper breakfast hmm I imagine I could probably fined her in club some where.”
At that, he begins to walk through the club in search of Olivia or Giovanni. After 5 minutes or so of looking, he finds them seated in the back finishing their meal.
“Ahh Olivia, Charles I trust you two have had a good day.”
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Olivia and Charles happily greeted James' arrival.
"I trust you slept well and was comfortable." Olivia cordially asked her guest.
"Where's Marco?" James inquired as he sat down next to Charles. Knodding to him that he is happy Charles still has the package by his side.
"Marco is getting ready. We have the ride ready and once he's here we'll be off."
Of course Olivia says this looking at James. Looking at James you could tell that his hunger was beating at him. She wondered to herself when the last time he had fed. The trip coming here in the morning was so draining, she could only imagine. She struggled internally with what Charles had admitted to her. It unnerved her, disarmed her completely. She knew her job, but it didn't make it any easier.
Laying on her thickest playful flirt, she twirls her white hair seductively and purrs to Charles "You know what would be so incredibly sexy right now?"
Charles choked "What?"
James smiled at the cat and mouse game the entire time she toyed with the poor mortal.
"To see you out of those pants right now."
If they weren't mistaken, despite the dim lights, they thought they caught a blush from Charles. Reaching for his glass of soda Olivia reaches out to hand it to him while laughing, obviously pleased of her success at embarrassing the poor man. In a second the glass of soda was spilt, splashing down the table onto his lap. The cold icy soda made him jump in surprise and James and Olivia enjoyed a hearty laugh at the mans expense. Standing up, Olivia took Charles by the hand and said into James ear still chuckling "My friend, I'll have to clean this man up, by first taking off his pants. While I'm gone you may have your choice of any woman in this club as your breakfast on our way to our destination. If you would be so kind as to ask Linda, our waitress, if she could bring Charles another one of the 'house specials' I'd be most grateful." With a friendly pant on James' shoulder, she led Charles out of the noisy club to find something dry to wear.
Olivia hurried Charles into her room. Shutting the door she whispered "Now take your pants off."
"That was so MEAN! I answered your question with sincerity, and you go dropping a drink on me and laughing at my expense! Now you expect me to undress in your room for your fun? Have you lost your mind?!"
Olivia tossed a mans pair of pants, hopefully close to Charles' size at him. She ran to the door and listened carefully, motioning for him to make haste. He didn't move, still wearing the soaked pants, idignant and angry.
She moved over to him and whispered in his ear barely for him to hear "Do you want to live?" She whispered to him more and he turned pale. Quickly he took his pants off.
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As Olivia and Charles walk down the hallway James picks up the package from the booth and begins to look around the dining area for this Julia. James sees a waitress walking toward him and notices the nametag on her blouse.
“Hello, could you order the, what did she say, Ohh yes, the house special for the gentleman who was sitting here a moment ago.”
Julia nods understanding the request.
“Is there anything else I could get you?”
“Yes actually could you give the owner of this establishment a message from a guest named James to come to his room in about two and a halve to three hour’s. He will under stand the request.”
“Yes sir will that be all”
“Yes quite” with that the waitress turned and left to go about her duties.”
“Now to attend to my stomach”
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