Vampires a 3000 year legacey~ (Closed for Euphoria_Lora)

Troy listened to her slight rant about how vampires could die in an explosion, though he couldn't help but think that in all honesty she was just angry about not being part of the plan, but he nodded any way as he looked out the window watching the blur of scenery pass by. Troy began to think on the past, and how he had always been good at killing; a fact he learned on his first military operation which had earned him countless medals. It had been a near suicide mission sending roughly three thousand troupes against two hundred thousand in an attempt to take out their missile base. He could still see the fires from the missile strikes, he could remember the moment he had run out of ammunition, and the moment he had to leave the corpses of the friends he had made in boot camp.

His training had not even come close to preparing him for the slaughter, but he had managed to make it into the base, and from the shadows killed his way to the computer room. It had been a task that led many high ranking officials to take note of him, and when he finally made it back to his command post he received notice of his promotion, and of the many medals from making the war even possible to win. His thoughts went to the hunt that even then he had enjoyed so much. This is who I am now: hmm maybe who I always have been. The thought rung loudly in his consciousness making his jaw tighten.

Troy's head snapped to look her in the eye as she finally broke the silence with a question that took him a few seconds to figure out the meaning. "Um. Yeah it was. It reminded me of something." He said his tone not as distant as it had been but slightly dazed. He looked at her for a few seconds recognizing the pure emotion he seen in her eyes: it was concern. His eyes never left her's as his hand played over the blade that he had yet sheathed. "So: were heading to see your master now, might you know what he wants to meet me for so badly? It has made him seem a bit lacking in patience, which if he's as old as I think he is, then that can't be true." Troy questioned with a smile crossing his face, and a chuckle while enjoying the emotion that had finally been let out to be seen. It was something he had been wanting to see since he first woke up on the table at the safe house where she had given him the blood.

Troy continued looking at her features thinking on how beautiful she was; and how he didn't really think she would be able to answer the question he had asked. He was trying to spark up conversation that wouldn't turn them to fighting or either of them becoming distant again. Man! I'm pathetic; here I go trying to make conversation with some who is centuries my elder. This could go so badly, but here I am trying to get it started. I'm an idiot! His thoughts were dripping with self directed sarcasm, for actually thinking he could use something like her master to start up conversation, but it was all he knew that wouldn't place one of them, on the defensive.
 
Elizabeth, despite her worry, couldn't help but let out a small giggle at his words. Indeed, he was a good conversationalist; for only having a couple of decades of life that was. She turned to face him again, and shook her head at him. "My master is very patient, and if he is rushing then there is most definitely a reason. I can't be sure what he wants to an exact, but I can be sure it has to do with how different from us you are; it seems to me he knows something about it." She said to him softly, her eyes traveling the road ahead, as she controlled the wheel with flawless ease. As they were reaching a pass, she slowed down only mildly, and turned the sharp corner. "We're almost there in fact. It seems you traveled further then you thought." She said to him with a bit of amusement, as she began to pull into a large building that easily reached five stories, and seemed to go higher. As she pulled into a parking space, she put the car in park, and turned to face him. "Your blood still smells like a humans, and your also not a pure blood. The people in there wont recognize what your here for, and in all truth it's better that way. Just stay on my heel, and they will assume your; mine." She said to him as if she truly had to think how to name that last part.

After finishing her sentence, Elizabeth smiled at him and slid from her seat, opening the car door on here way. She waited for him to get out of the car, and then went walking toward the doors of the tall building, motioning him to her side as she walked. They neared the door, and a tall, well built, pale looking man stopped them at the door. "Elizabeth, who is this?" The man asked her in a near threatening tone. "Who do you think? He's my pet, clear with my master if you dare question it!" She said to him in an equally threatening tone, as she pierced him with a pale blue stare. The man actually seem to shift under the gaze, though he merely nodded to her, and said. "Well just be careful with him, there is no telling who's hungry in there." The man finished that phrase with a chuckle, and she merely stared harder at him. "In that case I'll remember you for when it happens." She said, and pushed past him, leaving that little threat open in the air. As she walked through the halls, she glanced at Troy with an apologetic look, and gave him a soft smile, though it disappeared the moment they came in contact with more vampires.

Elizabeth kept up her pace well, and as they reached an elevator, she pressed the keys twice, and waited. A few seconds later the elevator appeared empty, and she walked in motioning him along. After they were inside the elevator, it began to rise, though only after two floors, she stopped it in place. "A few things before we see him." She said in a slightly distant tone once more, turning her head to face him. "My master is far too old to be questioned on his methods, and unlike many of the more recent clan masters, he has true honor. Try to deal with his eccentricities, and I'm sure you'll find that you can learn much." She said to him calmly, and then her smile returned for the briefest of moments, before she once again let the elevator rise.

Elizabeth shifted lightly in place as they rose floor after floor, and if one was to look now they would notice the building once 13 stories high. As they continued climbing the levels, she couldn't help but glance at him occasionally. He was handsome, and different; as if he wasn't merely human, and had never been. She couldn't help but look down on humans slightly, after all, they lived so short lives that they were barely amusing to converse with; though there was something clearly different about him, she just couldn't quite place it. Her contemplation carried on as she stared blankly at him, wondering on what made him different. The chiming sound of the elevator brought her from her revere though, and during her surprise she managed to make herself look even worse then merely staring had. "Huh?" She said dazedly, and blushed only seconds afterward, as she realized what she had just done.
 
Troy's smile broadened when he seen how well she took to his light flirtations, and he nodded at the words of her masters patience which he had brought up for no better reason than to break the silence that had grown. Then she told him they were almost there even as she turned into an indoor parking lot which by Troy's thoughts made perfect sense that Vampires would not want their cars out in the sun. As he looked out the window he could see more than a few vampires feeding on humans which they had most likely kidnapped, and then he also spotted more than a few vampires in the heat of carnal acts. Troy looked back to her as she pulled into a parking space and began explaining to him that most in here would not see him as any thing other than food, and the slight smile that had been playing on his lips faded a bit as he thought on the no doubt unlucky vampire that might attack him. He nodded despite his thoughts on that any vampire that might attack him would lose their immortal lives at his hands.

Troy stepped out of the car with her, and began following her. He could clearly see the multitude of vampire that stopped what they were doing to look at him, some with caution, some with curiosity, and some with malicious hunger. He tried to ignore the gazes, but found himself wanting nothing more than to kill them. He couldn't give him self a clear reason as to why he wanted to kill them so badly; but he did. Just more proof that I have always been a hunter, or a murderer. The thought flashed through his head with more than a little anger at being so bloodthirsty. He continued following her staying on her heel as she had requested, but as the exchange of threats passed between the guard and the lady vampire who he just then realized hadn't yet introduced her self he felt his instincts boiling over at the emotions he could feel coming openly from each and every one, he could practically taste it.

As he followed her into the hall his eyes had begun to glow a brighter azure than they had before, and Troy turned this gaze to the door man which almost made the man fall over with surprise. Then as he finished passing into the doorway and the glow was gone just seconds before she turned around with the apologetic look. He continued following her into the halls which more than a few vampire looked with suspicion, but none said a words seeming to be a little more respectful of the female vampire that was escorting to their thoughts a human into the complex. Her paced was quick but he kept up easily until they made it to an elevator which she tapped the button twice, and climbed onto the empty elevator he followed as he had been instructed, but just seconds after it started moving she stopped it's progress. She then begin telling him to be respectful of her master, the words still stuck in his mind, as something foul, but he non the less nodded. "I will try to be as open to reasoning as I can be." His words were spoken with a hint of annoyance as he had trouble hiding the fact that so many of the vampires they had just passed had irked him more than just the insults that had been thrown his way by the door man.

Troy smiled at her as best as he as his mind finally had enough time to think of asking her name. "By the way, we haven't yet been properly introduced. My names Troy: Troy Raioul, but I think you already knew that." As he finished his tone returning to the friendly tone he been using before they had entered the vampire parking lot. Troy then awaited her to introduce her self more so he knew her name and could quit thinking of her as just the lady vampire who was smoking hot. That thought made Troy inwardly smile as he looked at her while she seemed to be in deep thought, and then she she blushed even as she made her very girlish, and dazed reaction of Huh He couldn't help but smile as it seemed the elevator had stopped but the door had yet to open which he guessed meant they were checking it with a x-ray scanner of some sort that was probably attached to the elevator for just such occasions as this. Troy repeated his previous question as he very much wanted to know before they got out of the elevator.
 
Elizabeth noted Troy's amused reaction, and blushed a deeper shade of red, before turning to walk out of the elevator with a more than slightly flustered shiver. Dammit! 500 years of life, and you fall over to a boy?! She thought to herself even as her keen reflexes stopped her from running into the door that still hadn't opened. Ahhhhhh! She mentally screamed in frustration, before turning sharply toward him, the blush no longer in her cheeks. "The scanner will be finished in a matter of moments, and we can continue from there." She said to him plainly, though with a look of aggravation still ripe on her lovely features. Another sigh parted from her lips as she heard the chime of the elevator door truly opening, and with another breath of exasperation, she turned and walked through the still parting doors.

Elizabeth didn't worry too much about him keeping up as she moved through the hallways, having purely noticed that he was quite capable of it already. Instead, she merely remained on course, and kept her attention focused ahead, thinking it better to work that way considering how flustered she was getting. Her want to keep her mind clear wasn't going how she planned however, for she still had nagging thoughts of her own. Stop it, your acting like a school girl. She scolded to herself, as she straitened her features, and finally risked a glance back to him. "It's only another turn, and apologies for my rudeness earlier, my name is Elizabeth; Elizabeth Altanas. " She said to him in a bit calmer of a tone, having finally managed to sooth her nerves. See, all it takes is concentration. she thought to herself' that was until she looked into his eyes again, and then she felt the feeling in her stomach return. You just keep rising in how pathetic you look. she reminded herself, as she finally reached the door of her masters office.

Elizabeth, now standing before her masters door, and the completion of the mission, looked back toward Troy with a half smile. "We're here." She said to him softly, as she knocked three times slowly. From the other side of the door there came a low, mellow, voice, both wistful, yet calm. "Come in." It beckoned, and Elizabeth seemed to visibly shudder under the words. "He'll see us now." She said softly to Troy, as she reached her hand froward, and turned the doorknob. The opened slowly, and Elizabeth walked through it, only to be greeted by the smiling face of her master. He smiled at Troy, and with a slight bow of recognition, he said. "So, it's the legendary Troy. I have to admit, I've waited three centuries to see you," He finished to Troy with a wicked smile crossing his lips, as he gestured toward two chairs in front of his desk, and spoke again. "Have a seat you two, we have business to discuss." His voice sounded even more ancient, and sophisticated than Elizabeth's, and the look of confidence near plastered on his face showed it.
 
Troy watched as she suddenly became flustered, and almost ran into the door as her blush deepened. She began ranting about the scanning being done as if this didn't normally happen to her and it was pissing her off, and then the door opened and she was again walking towards her destination. Well that was rude of her Troy thought with more than mild amusement at this vampire who he had become infatuated with. Her pace was fast and their were more than a few vampires who tried to bump into him as if they weren't doing it on purpose, but when a few of them went sprawling to the ground they soon made way for him after her. He managed to catch up with her just as she turned back to him to tell him her name, and he was pleasantly surprised at how her tone had changed. Then their eyes met and she seemed to once again be on edge, before she arrived at a large oaken door and knocked three times.

Troy looked around as their were many vampires looking at him with suspicion for some of them had been fairly physically strong, but he had run over them with ease. But then again they weren't warriors and looked to be more like office assistants of sorts with out the martial training that he had. He was brought from his own thoughts by the sound of the ancient voice that resounded with power, and confidence. He seen Elizabeth shudder as she heard the voice, and could tell she must have at least once been his lover if she wasn't still. He tried to shrug off the feeling he thought he could feel with ever more urgency as she opened the door seeming to want her mission over with. Troy had a curious expression when he entered the door to see the man whom looked to be in his early thirties sitting behind a desk, talking to him as if they had been friends for a very long time.

No wonder he seemed rushed if he's been waiting that long Troy couldn't help but think as he walked over to the chair that he had offered while looking once towards Elizabeth trying to get a gauge of her emotions but there was that barrier of emptiness once again blocking it like nothing any one had ever been able to do. He sat down focusing on the man in front of him whom the ring had referred to as Lucian; Lucian Karthian. Troy propped his feet on the table a habit that not even the military had been able to break him from while resting his hands on the arms of the old style high back chairs. Troy then gazed at the man knowing full well that the ancient vampire was a very dangerous man to make angry, and having not even noticed that propping his feet on the most likely centuries old table might provoke that response he replied to the mention of business with confidence. "Well I suppose we do seeing as how you say you've been wanting to meet me for some years now."

He looked Lucian in the eye already knowing his name and many things about him; things that only his brother would have known. The ring was already explaining to Troy every move Lucian would try even before he would do it, and also told him that his feet on the table would anger him slightly but most likely not provoke a violent response as long as Troy removed his feet when asked to. Troy however showed slight unease and even looked at his feet giving away that he had just been told that the table was very old. Shit! They noticed that! He didn't even have to look at Elizabeth to notice she would have seen the slight reaction, but he was starring right at Lucian, and could see the slight blaze in the mans glowing red eyes, and so he awaited the polite asking that the ring had told him to remove his feet that the ring had already informed him would come, the ring also informed him that his advantage in this conversation was at it's end seeing as how Lucian would now recognize the fact that Troy was wearing the ring.
 
Elizabeth's eyes fluttered near nervously between Troy and Lucian. She couldn't help but feel like there was an extreme tension already between the two, even though they had never met. She moved forward at the same time that he did, and winced as they both sat down and she seen him prop his feet up on the table. That's, not a good idea. she thought to herself, before her eyes flickered back toward Lucian, only to see a calm serenity on his features. Troy and him began to converse, but then she noticed a slight in Troy's behavior; almost like something was bugging him. she moved her eyes down toward his feet. What's this? She thought to herself, wondering what was going on, but just as she was about to speak on it Lucian's voice interrupted her. "Careful Troy, as nice as those items can be, they are sometimes a detriment if not controlled." Lucian said pointedly to the boy, eyes locked on his own.

Elizabeth shook her head slightly, wondering what the two were discussing, but then her eyes glanced down to the ring and she blinked. Wasn't that Lucious's ring? She thought to herself, before a sudden realization came across her. It seemed his knowledge of their ways wasn't as unnatural as she had originally thought. Before she could dwell on that thought for too awful long though, Lucian cut in again. "However, that's of little importance at the moment." He started toward Troy, a smile on his lips once again. "You and I have a mutual benefit in what's going on. You in staying alive, and me in; well that knowledge can come to you later." Lucian finished to the boy, his smile growing even more wicked by the second.

Elizabeth was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable between the two, and so she relaxed back a bit trying to ease her own tensions. She couldn't help but continue to glance between Lucian and Troy, almost feeling as if something else was going on. Lucian once again broke the silence however, and began to troy once more. "You see, what I would like you to do for me is to help us in our struggles against the demons; I know you don't see how any of this involves you, but i assure it, your far more involved than you think." Lucian stated toward Troy in a pointed tone, before sitting down and relaxing back in his chair. His eyes stayed locked on the boy's though, as if waiting for an answer he knew would come. After all, surely the boy would wish to know how he was so involved in a war not his own. More his war than ours. Lucian couldn't help but think, as he continued to study the features of the dangerous young man.
 
Troy's intense gaze matched Lucian's own as he seen the flaring red eyes calm a bit before the ancient vampire spoke. Troy didn't reply to the pointed comment, or even acknowledge it's existence he stared with his feet still on the table for he hadn't been told to remove them. He listened at the next litany that seemed to be very well rehearsed; do doubt due to Lucian having lived for so long and not because he had actually rehearsed the lines. "He's as impressive as you say Lucius; and you believe I have the power to defeat him?" Troy spoke to the sentience in the ring while keeping his gaze on Lucian,and waited for the speedy reply. "Indeed, though if you make many more mistakes; before your abilities awaken then your as good as dust." Lucius spoke to Troy, and then went silent once more. Troy let the ancient vampire rattle on not letting it get to him, and thinking that placing his feet on the table had probably made this just a little less boring, but now that Lucian's first hand was on the table Troy would need to buy some time; especially with the demons involved, for if their was any thing he truly hated in this world it was demons.

Troy acted as if he was mulling it over; thinking about his response before answering hastily. He already figured that Lucian had pegged him correctly for being impatient, and so this little act was meant to make this conversation just a little different than the male vampire had expected. After a good minute just to let the point settle Troy answered in a business like tone, the type a mercenary might gain once the formalities were over. "Well Lucian: I suspect if you've been waiting so patiently for me to arrive, then you believe I can change the outcome of this war." Troy took another second, not to wait for him to reply for it hadn't been a question; but rather so he could converse with the ring once more. "What makes me so special, that you, and your brother are trying to manipulate me into a war that in all honesty has nothing to do with me? On top of that you want, and expect that I can kill your brother." The mental laugh that Troy received for his choice of words made his eyes flare which would tip the two ancient vampires in the room off to what he was doing even though he had maintained eye contact and left no other signs that he was having this inner struggle.

After Laughing for a second the sentient ring that was Lucian's brother mentally communicated once more. "Well Troy that I refuse to tell you for if it were me I would rather remain ignorant, but I will tell you this, and have already lent you the knowledge. If you kill Lucian, Elizabeth will be set free, but if you don't he won't ever let her go. Though my presence is distracting you at this point, so I bid my leave till a time you actually can use my help." The voice Troy heard in his head was calm just as Lucian's was, and that made him more than a little suspicious to both, their calm was was that of schemers. Troy's focus however was once again back on the conversation at hand, and so he abruptly stated with out hearing anything else form any body, and with a tone of finality. "I will help in this war, I have no love of demons, and will not hide this fact, but I have one condition, and it will have to be met, or I refuse to help." troy waited a while letting the no doubt unexpected words sink in, before finishing in the same tone of finality. "My condition being: that you release Elizabeth from the bond you've held for some five centuries." His gaze intensified at that moment for Troy was very serious, or at least he appeared to be, but in truth he fully expected Lucius to be right, and Lucian would agree to the terms, and never live up to them; for he valued Elizabeth that much.
 
Lucian's eyes were unreadable orbs of darkness as Troy spoke his words, and immediately he gave nod of recognition. "Then it's done; as valuable as she is to me, the cause is more important, and your key to it." Lucian said to Troy without error. Elizabeth stood from her seat at that moment, and gasp in surprise. "But surely that's not what he meant, and couldn't be that simple!?" She said, or asked in a haste. The entire thing put her off guard, such a topic had never even been mentioned, and now it was coming up so casually. She had noticed the slight in Troy's actions before, and figured he was talking to the ring again, but now she had wonder if this was part of Lucious's scheme. She could still remember his attitude well, and the one thing that stood out within it was how much of a schemer he was, and she knew it was every bit as much as her current master. Her eyes fluttered between the two for a few moments longer, before once again Lucians voice broke her silence. "Like I said, as valuable as you are to me my dear, our war with the demons takes priority." Once again Lucian's face was an unreadable visage, which was very abnormal for the ancient being.

Elizabeth's heartbeat quickened in that instant, as her mind puzzled over what had just been discussed. Free? She thought to herself in distance. Sure it must be a dream. She decided as her pale blue eyes shut tight behind there pale skinned defenses. This was all just too foreign to her, and it only made her anger with Troy grow more for forcing this odd situation on to her. It had taken centuries to get use to this, and with just a few words this boy was shaking it to the core. It was bad enough that he was eating at her defenses, but now he was spinning her world around. You've got to stop this. She thought to herself at length before forcing her eyes open to calm herself. It was happening now, and she would just have to deal with it.

Lucian again broke the silence at that point, as he asked in a curious voice. "So Troy, now that I've agreed to a very pricey request, it's time for us to discuss your part of the bargain. You see, you have certain strengths that I believe would combat the demons very nicely. True they haven't fully awakened yet, but my beautiful pet here is special, and I'm sure could help you out with that." Lucian finished to Troy, with that arrogant smile still plastered on his lips. It was obvious that even if he had agreed to the deal in earnest, that he was still planning to use Elizabeth as his for as long as he could, and she merely stood there in obedience. She felt rather silly there actually, and for the first time in a very long while slightly embarrassed at the fact. It had been a while since the degrading stance had made her feel this way, and she knew what it was from. Troy seemed different to her, and so much so that it made her position painful when around him. This only made her resentment boil more.
 
Troy hadn't realized just how much his condition effected the conversation till he seen both Elizabeth's startled reaction, and Lucian's stone faced visage. He looked over to Elizabeth for the first time since sitting down in the chair, and offered a slight smile to the vampiress who seemed on the verge of out burst until Lucian all but told her to "know her place". Troy took note of the slight blush that reddened her checks as she stood there obediently, and had to keep him self from wincing. He then turned back to Lucian; his smile was gone the second their eye's met as Lucian continued to finish the agreement. Troy listened as he talked about Elizabeth as if she was a pet which he even named her as, and his gaze intensified slightly the only sign that bit bothered him on more than one level.

Troy thought about his words, and they way he worded them for a few seconds before breaking the his silence. "Then it appears that I will need to do some training before I can fully help you, and you have already picked my instructor; so when do we begin?" His voice held a calm that hinted at danger at every syllable. As he finished he looked back at Elizabeth and both anger, and embarrassment was plain to see across her beautiful features. Troy wondered for a few moments more if he was doing the right thing, but then thought that it was best for everyone involved, and besides the cards had already been set down, and this hand held Troys trump card, but the effects wouldn't be seen for some time.

Troy thought on how long it would take, and knew he would have to make it through the coming trials alive if he wanted to make good on the gardening he had just done in this very room. Well if her reaction is any sign then I have a pissed off lady vampire angry at me; who is going to be training me to better fight demons, and on top of this I no doubt have a vamp[ire lord who will want me out of the way as soon as this war nears even a stale mate. Troys thoughts carried on as he cast his gaze from Lucian to Elizabeth, and realized that now was his time to be patient, for he wouldn't see fruit from this garden for a very long time.
 
Lucian nodded, and looked back over toward Elizabeth. "My beautiful pet here is one of the best at developing latent abilities, you could say it's an aptitude of hers. She'll be helping you train so that you might help us in our struggle, and you begin as soon as your ready. for no, considering her your complimentary servant, with only mild limitations to that title." Lucian said to Troy, eyes carefully locked with the boys. "Though I have other matters to attend too, and I'm sure the two of you could use a moment to converse. Feel free to use this office to do so." Lucian said before standing up, and moving around the the desk to head toward the door. His steps were fast and fluid, and took him from the room quickly. As he passed the two of them however, he gave Elizabeth a rather odd glance, and said. "It's good to have you with us." To Troy, before his form vanished from the room, leaving the two tension soaked comrades to talk.

Elizabeth stood there silent for a few seconds, before she turned toward Troy and sighed in exhaustion. It had already been far too tiring of a night. "I believe we should discuss the agenda of your training, and then head for some rest." She said to him distantly, as her eyes locked with his. Her stance was unusual for the orders her master had given her, she was said to be like a servant to him for the moment, yet her attitude, nor her stance, were anything like that of a servant. She was still just as outspoken toward him as she had been before, and still spoke to him as if she were the more superior being. Given age was an essential in vampire society, and even the slave had certain rights over the younger masters if they had truly lived the longer centuries.

Elizabeth sighed again at that point, as he stepped in closer to him, and put her hand on his shoulder lightly. "I'm actually still surprised at how quickly you've developed. You shouldn't have near this strength yet." She said to him softly, eyes near avoiding his at this point. She was shaking lightly from the frustration of it all, as she asked in a quiet tone. "Now when would you like to begin the training course?" Her question was asked in rather hushed tones, but it was clear that it was out of frustration rather than any sadness. She stood there though after the question had been asked, and dropped her hand from his shoulder, as discipline took over to take the shake from her form. 'I'd suggest tomorrow morning." She said confidently, now the edge off her voice as well, though it was clear that some of the frustration still lied in her eyes.

Elizabeth waited for his answer, as she once more let her thoughts drift. It was easy to get flustered around Troy, though she had to admit it was also easy to gain back ones composure in his presence as well. It was almost unnatural by her thoughts, as if he literally had some control over emotions via his own. This thought wasn't completely unfounded she knew, as it was clear from her masters words that Troy had many abilities that were yet unseen. She knew then that she would have to search deep in exploring each of them in hopes to unlock his true power. After all, if the way her master spoke of him was correct, then he was something unlike anything she had ever seen. Given he had already proven to be that.
 
Troys gaze was locked with Lucian as the vampire lord told him of Elizabeth's talents with latent abilities, and then told him she was to be his servant. Damn he doesn't even refer to her by name! Troys mental scream was more than noticeable by his Azure eyes which had begun to glow angrily as Lucian walked from around his desk to give Elizabeth a look that Troy couldn't see. The vampire lord had dismissed himself and then left quickly, leaving Elizabeth and Troy to converse. Troy couldn't help but glare at the door with the spite he felt for Lucian, which he knew just from the memories that Lucius had shared with him that he was no better, but at least he was slightly more honest about it. He then looked at Elizabeth the glow from his eyes dying down to a soft glow as his anger receded, and noted that he had almost missed what she was about to say.

He immediately noted the distance in her voice, and had slight difficulty trying ti figure out what it was from till he tried to think about how long she had to condition her self to this life style, and now to her thoughts this young man whom she was sent to retrieve had just demanded to erase it all in a few words. It was ludicrous and worse yet it was just another thing she had no control over. he sighed in exasperation for in this situation he couldn't do get it right no matter what, but he would try none the less. His gaze settled on hers as she was trying to keep from eye contact, but he had been taught from an early age that to break eye contact was disrespectful, but considering the circumstances he couldn't blame her. He smiled as she placed her hand on his shoulder and spoke in softer tones seeming to calm down a bit, his eyes still on hers even though she was trying to avert them.

As she finished Troys smile was still there as he finally spoke to her her. "Yes tomorrow: evening would be fine" He emphasized evening as to refer to what would be morning to them for even if they were to go to bed at this moment they wouldn't wake till late afternoon; though he supposed it was morning to her. He continued after a second. "I will try to be a good student, you know: not picking fights with any of the other students, not arguing with the instructor, and not giving the head master the finger." His joke was suppose to lighten the tension, and his sarcasm could usually do that especially when he wasn't being negative with his humor. His smile was still genuine as he continued looking into her pale blue orbs which seemed to swirl with confusion, and doubt.
 
Elizabeth giggled at his jest in spite of herself. Dammit, how does he do that. She thought to herself in frustration, a look aggravation growing quickly across her face. Never the less, she made a soft sigh, and continued on. "We will start tomorrow evening then. I trust you'll be ready?" She asked him, emphasizing that fact that she didn't appreciate her words being corrected. After all, evening was morning for her. She was lucky if she awoke at twilight. She tried to stay in control of her emotions though, which of course came easier to her when in his presence. In all honesty, while it made it far easier to talk to him, she didn't at all like it. It was almost like something was tugging at her insides, and manipulating them like she did to the many minds she scoured.

Elizabeth straightened her back though, and looked him straight in the eye as she once again composed herself. "And I'm sure you'll be a fine student Troy, just keep your sarcasm on the brighter side and we shall be fine." She said to him at length, as she pushed past him toward the door, her hip rubbing his of it's own accord as she walked by him. She winced inwardly at the unconscious act of flirtation, though merely brushed on by as if it hadn't happened. For some reason, she just wasn't caring at the moment. To make it even worse she stopped upon reaching the door, and glanced back at him coyly. "It'll be held on the third floor training ground, don't be late." Her words were not only coy, but also provocative, and she pushed on out the door walking at a quick pace. Why did I just do that? She thought to herself as she passed through the halls, yet to her frustration there was answer that jumped out and bit her.

Elizabeth kept her walk up to her room however, and upon reaching it she opened the door. Her room was located on the top floor, and in fact was down the hall from Lucian's. She still resided there from her time as his concubine, which in all honesty hadn't been that long ago. Hell, she was still used as that from time to time. She knew Troy's would be on this level too, and that he would have a little trouble finding it from the way she had left him. You really shouldn't have done that Elizabeth. She told herself, though even through her mental chaste, she could only give a girlish smile. With that however, she undressed and slipped into her bed, quite ready for the morrows training. After all, if it was anything like her mission had been so far, then it was bound to be an education, if very frustrating, adventure.
 
Troys smile brightened at her giggle, and he couldn't help but be amused when the look of aggravation crossed her features. She really doesn't like being happy; well that's something I'll have to try to remedy. the cocky thought passed with amusement as he listened to her ask him if he would be ready, which he nodded that he would. He nodded once again as she spoke of him being a good student, and then the smile left his face as she brushed her hip against his face while walking out the door for he was still sitting with his feet kicked up on the desk. Troys features had taken a slightly odd look of confusion as she walked to the door, his eyes following her lithe frame as she made her way door and stopped. His eyes were fixed on her as she looked back him seductively before telling him where the training room was, and then she left with a sway of her hips that left a lump in his throat.

Troy sat there a few moments thinking on the behavior that she had just displayed, and couldn't help but remember one other woman who had acted similarly. Why can't women ever make up their minds? He thought with confusion as he shook off the effects of her flirtatious acts, before he realized he didn't know where he was suppose to rest. Dammit! She did that on Purpose! He cursed to him self, before rising up to his feet to walk out the doorway. He however was stopped in his tracks by a rather large vampire who was glaring at him. "Hey pal out of the way." Troy said while taking a cautious step back from the no doubt volatile man. The big guy just continued glaring at him while advancing even as Troy had taken a step back.

Well this is about par for the course, now this gorilla wants to fuck with me! He thought as his eyes began to glow with frustration, which almost froze the vampire in his tracks for he thought Troy to be a human. "I said; out of the way: you monkey" Troy spat at the big guy as the man suddenly started to rethink his action with the obviously limited intelligence the vampire possessed. Troy began moving forward to push past the idiot, but when his hand slammed into the guys chest the vampire barely budged even with the strength that Troy now possessed. The dumb ass then got a stupid look of confidence on his features as he went to grapple Troy with both arms extending down to grab at his shoulders. Troy was no small guy at just under six feet tall, but this guy was an ogre at almost seven feet in height.

Troy ducked back and rolled on the ground to put some distance between them, before his hand un sheathed the combat knife that was on the back of his belt as he came to his feet in a defensive crouch. The big guy shrugged at the bladed weapon as if it was of little importance and came in at Troy with surprising speed to once again grab at Troys shoulders. Troy side stepped and lashed out with his blade which sheared off the big mans left hand, but none the less the vampire slammed his right into Troys chest which slung him against the wall to the left of the desk. Lucky for troy their was nothing that would fall on him and possibly do serious damage as the punch had already broken his ribs which healed rather quickly as soon as he was back to his feat.

The big guy was holding his left hand now with a look of hatred pointed at Troy as he pulled out a fully automatic pistol and began to fire at the dangerous young man. Shit this guy is strong, and stupid; a very bad combination! He thought as he ducked into a roll to the left which brought him out the open door and into the hall way. This was one of the battles which Troy was going to leave for another day. He ran a good ways before stopping and having no idea where he was. Well this is great, now where am I Once this run would have left him breathing even with his military endurance training, but he gave no more than a slight sigh from the hard dash.

He looked around, but then stood very still as he heard a seductive female voice from behind speak in a pouting tone. "Oh what's this poor human boy doing lost in such an inhospitable environment?" her words were followed by a chorus of giggles, as Troy head snapped back to see a group of female vampires sitting in a lounge the blade still in his hand with blood dripping from it. One of the other women said in a similar pouting voice as the first. "Oh and he hurt Velor, well it's not like Velor can even feel pain." Again a chorus of giggles followed the words of the second speaker. Well isn't this high school all over again Troy thought while keeping his senses about him as he could hear, and smell a number of male vampires inside the room who seemed to be talking.

He looked around cautiously, and one of the female vampires giggled at his unease, and then a male with blond hair poked his head out the door. "Ah! This must be the guy who Lucian recruited. The guy who's gonna take down the demons." The blond haired vampire walked forward taking Troys unoffered hand in a friendly shake. 'Well it's a pleasure to meet the man who Lucian believes will defeat the demons once and for all." He said in up beat tones loud enough for every vampire in the hall, and the surrounding rooms to hear. "Listen man why don't you come in here for a drink, and tell us a bit about your self. Everyone's anxious for this war to be over, and Lucian has already put the word out that your the one to do it." He said as he pulled Troy inside.

Troy was already inside the room before he thought of how they would recognize the person Lucian had spoke of, that is if he had. "How did you recognize me?" Troy said in a slightly suspicious tone while adjusting the grip on the blade in his hand. The guy laughed as if in euphoria from too much booze. "Man he told us not to attack the guy who smells like a human. Come on calm down, and have a drink." the blond haired man said as he waved his hand in the direction of several tied up young humans. "I'd love to, but I need to find my quarters." Troy said distantly as he looked at the humans who looked utterly terrified. The guy gave a look of mock offense, before breaking out into wild laughter. "Alright man, go to the top floor, and ask the girl at the desk. She'll get you anything you need. Oh and by the way my names James, i'll see you around." He said in that same euphoric tone. Troy nodded and left the loud room as they had just turned up the music that was playing.

Troy found the top floor after going to the elevator and riding for what seemed like an eternity; though he figured he hadn't even learned the half of what the word meant. When he got to the top floor there was girl behind a desk just like the guy had said, and she directed him to his room, once inside he got a shower, ,and went to bed. While sleeping however he dreamed of Elizabeth talking to him in that same seductive tone, while ignoring the sounds of screaming humans in the back ground. In the early evening before dusk he bolted upright in a cold sweat.
 
Elizabeth's night was a disturbing one. She was haunted with bloody dreams of the past, lustful dreams of the present, and dreadful dreams of the future. The only consistency with the dream pattern was that in every dream she lost something very dear to her. In those of the past it had been her humanity, in those of the present she had lost her discipline, and those of the future, well- she didn't even want to think of that. It wasn't even a full human rest cycle before her eyes bolted open, and she rose up from her bed with a gasp. Her breast beneath her neck were rising and falling quickly, a sign of the tension she felt. She simply shook her head though, and rolled out from the bed, walking her nude form over to the clothes that she had laid out the night prior.

Elizabeth searched over her choice of clothing from the night before, and couldn't help but shake her head. Even though she was sure the emotion vanished when she was out of his presence, it was clear that it wasn't even close to gone now. Her clothing choices from the night before were provocative, even by her standards. The top was low cut in the front, and cut off at the shoulders, extending only to her lower belly to leave a good part of her abdomen exposed. The pant were also low cut, accentuating the curves of her hips, and while she usually dressed in tight fitting clothes, the way these would hug her skin would be simply ridiculous. She had overslept as it was however, and thus didn't really have the time to be picky, so she dressed in them as quickly as she could.

After Elizabeth was fully dressed, if one would call it that, she moved out the door, and down the hall. Her pace was quick, and she had to try hard not to glare at the many men who stared at her exposed waist line as she passed them by. Normally she wouldn't have tolerated such behavior, but considering the way she was dressed she was practically begging for it. As she reached the training room she turned into it quickly, only to have her sense assaulted by the sight of troy already getting a morning workout. He was clad in but a pair of those combat pants as he moved about the room, taking on their elite obstacle course with utter ease. She couldn't stop the slight trail her tongue made around the edge of her lips as she watched the show, but quickly stopped it as he turned his attention toward her. "Good evening." She said to him, still putting an emphasis on his preferred word for her waking time.

Elizabeth didn't waste another moment after speaking her words though, and walked in toward her with her natural swaying grace. "I see you've already worked up a sweat; that's good really. Now for the big game though." She said to him with a soft smile, putting on her best instructive pose in spite of the way she was dressed. As she neared closer to him though, she indicated a table at the very edge of the room, and said to him in yet another low tone. "Go lay down on the table, I'll need to have a glimpse at your inner mind if I'm to know about your capabilities." She said to him, the smile still on her face as she stared softly into his alluring azure eyes.

Elizabeth wondered slightly if he would have a problem with her slight mental intrusions. In truth she would only be glancing into his inner conscious so that she could take a peek at what powers laid inside, but she knew many a man didn't enjoy that though. She none the less kept up the attitude that it was very much needed, as much to keep the task easier, as it was to settle her curiosity. "Well?" She asked, gesturing toward the table once more with a mischievous smile, head titling at him softly before she finished her words. "I'm waiting?" And with her finish of the sentence, her smile grew more devilish, and with it a glint in her eye.
 
Troy sat there in bed breathing for a few moments trying to catch his breath, and then he remembered he needed to get to the training room. He really didn't know when Elizabeth was going to wake up, and he didn't want to keep her waiting. He rose from under the covers and his skin suddenly grew goosebumps as the room was much colder than he was accustomed to, and he was nude. He hurried to the closet to look at what they had, his clothing from last night had been in ruins after the fight with the lycans, and then everything else that had gone on, even the combat boots had gashes in them. Troy wondered why it was so cold for a moment, and then remembered that it was far more comfortable to the vampires with their slow moving blood.

In the closet he found more clothing that was of the most expensive brands, most of them he didn't even know. He grabbed a pair of military style cargo pants, a tight fitting black tank top, and the looked for a pair of boots that were to his preference. Dammit! they don't have any boots. The thought however fell short as he noted the black biker boots that would rise up about three inches from his ankle. he frowned at the heavy boots for combat boots were lighter, and easier to run in, but these would still provide the ankle and arch support that Troy was use to. He grabbed them and turned around and got dressed in a slight hurry.

Once he was done he made his way through the maze these creatures called a proper structure and noted that many of the vampires looked at him cautiously today, or at least compared to hows they had viewed him the day prior. He finally made it to the double doors that led to the training room, and opened them up to find it empty, but he took note of the most prominent area of the entire room which was a large obstacle course which to Troys trained eyes looked more like a death course. it looked more challenging than any other course he had ever seen and he noted a few areas on the course which once activated would prove impossible for a human to get through. Now he had to try it!

He walked over to the red button which read. "Caution Training course" He pressed it without further delay, and walked over to the yellow, and black stripped line which signified the starting point. He could see the many sharp spikes, and blades, several swinging heavy beams that moved at irregular intervals. it seemed like one big death trap, which sent Troy running through the first areas which all he had to do to get through was duck in between a few swinging blades that threatened to cut any one not quick enough in half. he then came to an area that seemed like you could just leap over it, but then a great gout of steam blew out the top just as he was prepared to jump.

He now had to quickly rethink his course, and so not losing momentum he jumped up slamming his foot just inches from where the steam came from which brought him a good ten feet higher, and away from the burning substance, and just when it stopped blowing forth he came down grabbing onto the ledge for he wasn't close enough to just fall over the other side and down the fifteen feet to the floor. Troy had barely gabbed the edge of the metal which was extremely hot before his feet slammed into the metal again propelling him up into the air once more and over the wall, to land in a run on the floor once more just before another great gout of steam rose up into the air.

He ran into yet another area which consisted of a very small area to move with what seemed like hundreds of tiny spike moving in unison between each other in a chorus of death considering the blood that was still fresh upon it. he ran forward trying to time his movement right for there wasn't any room on the ground with spikes even rising from the floor, so he would only get one shot at this. Troy jumped forward and twisted his body sending him moving faster through the small tunnel that closed right behind him as he rolled up from the ground.

He looked up to see that it was over, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed. I guess they figure that any one who makes it thought that is good enough, or at least it's enough of a work out any way.. His thoughts were dry for he was just starting to have fun, but then he noted Elizabeth staring at him, and sharp whistle escaped his lips as she began to speak. He listen to her tell him good evening as he had corrected her the night prior, and then she grew a look of mischief that made him rethink his thoughts of making fun of her the last night.

He once again listen to her the smile dying from his lips as he thought about it for all but two seconds, and then he said in all seriousness. "So you want a look inside my head? Okay fine, I'll trust you now, but you have to promise to trust me at a later time, and place.' As he spoke his look and tone never left his features, and then the smile returned suddenly as his eyes trailed up and down her lithe form. "You look very sexy tonight. Was it for me, or do you have a date later this evening? His voice was once again ripe with confidence that bordered on just being cocky.
 
Elizabeth couldn't help but smile at his forward words, and giggled a bit as he mentioned her outfit. "Well, it was just a little something I laid out from last night. Nothing big, but I guess it is a little showy." She said to him with more a bit of flirtation in her voice, though the effect his compliment had on her was shown in the increased sway of her hips as she neared his position. As she closed in on him, and heard his second set of words about her mental scouring she couldn't help but frown a bit. Who does he think he is, captain of the debate team She thought to herself with some amount of frustration, before that sour expression turned back to a glint of mischief. "Alright, whatever you say. Just lay down so we can get this over with, eh?" She asked him softly, and smiled as he moved over to take his place upon the table. "Perfect." She said sarcastically, as she moved on by him, taking her hand and pushing him down hard on the table. "Now don't move dear." She said to him, feeling those odd feelings from the night before creeping back up on her.

As he leaned back on the table, Elizabeth took her hand and placed it on the front of his head. She concentrated inwards, and soon she felt herself moving past his natural barrier, and soon there after moving on past his inner walls. I'm in. She thought to herself, forgetting the fact that he could hear each and every one of her thoughts as she moved through his mind at a blinding rate. Soon however, she arrived at an area of his mind that was completely darkened, almost like a black husk of a leftover part. She probed softly at it, wondering what it might hold. This almost seems like a pit for lost memories. She thought to herself, before her mental link picked up a chink in the darkness that surrounded the obviously guarded area.

Elizabeth pondered for a few moments on whether or not she should enter what was beyond the unknown barrier, but then that near rush of a feeling she had had since she had first laid eyes on hi crept up on her, and without a second thought delved right in. Immediately the wash of freedom flew over her a she scoured the dark area for signs of a clue, but then her feelings were completely washed from her as she seen what lay deep inside the hidden area. there were visions, and cornered powers; some she hadn't seen before, but others she had, but; only on a demon. Her breath caught in her chest at that moment, causing even her bosoms to stiffen in place as she pondered on what do.

Elizabeth didn't have long to think on it though, as her panic sent her straight out of his mind, and back into her own. She sat there for a few seconds afterward trying to catch her breath, as what she had seen startled her greatly. "What in the world." She gasped through her paniced breaths. After all, what she had seen could not be possible could it. Those abilities were only found on demons, and quite strong ones at that. It just simply wasn't possible. It was that moment however, that Lucian's ancient voice cut through the tension like Troy's silver knife. "Intriguing isn't it. The boy with demon blood he is called." Lucian said to them as he entered the room, hand gesturing out toward the still recovering cross breed. "The boy of prophecy." He came again, and continued his path toward them.

"I wasn't informed of this Lucian." Elizabeth snapped at her master, but he merely waved her off with a shrug. "And you really didn't have the right too know. Besides, If anyone should be upset with me, it's Troy. And well, I just really didn't want to be the one to break the news to him. After all, if it was me, I'd prefer to stay ignorant." Lucian said to her helplessly, as he leaned back against a pillar that stuck out from the dangerous obstacle course that had obviously seen use in the past half hour. Lucian didn't really know if Troy had heard their conversation about his heritage, and in fact he hoped the boy didn't. After all, the ire of that young man wasn't something he wished to earn.
 
Troy couldn't help but widen his smile at how receptive she was to his compliments, and even her sour expression kept his smile at it's ear to ear position. As she asked him to go to the table he did as instructed, his lying form was waiting, but when her hand came over to make sure he was flat on the surface of the table he reached his head up and brushed his lips against hers, and then tried gently to slide his tongue into her mouth. He was only slightly surprised to find that she didn't fight the kiss as he had expected but after only a couple of seconds she pushed him fully to the table and continued with her work.

His smile grew even wider, that was until her hands rested on his forehead, and he felt her entering his mind. It was incredibly uncomfortable at first, and then as he could feel her delving deeper into the darkest reaches of his psyche he felt searing pain as if his entire being was trying to resist her. His back lurched off the table, and his eyes began glow almost dangerously, but he couldn't see, or hear any thing. Soon his mind was once again drifting through memories that weren't his, and he felt these even more clearly than the ones that Lucius had shown him before. He could see what appeared to be some kind of void in time and space, or at least that was the only thing he could compare the empt, chaotic swirling colors to.

He drifted through this place, and with out knowing why he was already prepared to fight. His mind swirled as the voices began as if talking right into his mind in a language he didn't understand, but could clearly make out. He listened intently for several minutes, until a voice addressed him by the name Drake. This name took him back because it felt so familiar, but he was sure he had never known any one by that name. The voice continued talking for, and extended time about how to finally take over the world of humans. And more over how to dispose of the vampires who had turned out being greater foes than they had originally imagined. The voices continued talking about battle plans, and the strategy was to try to overwhelm the vampires on the next battle field with numbers and strength.

Then his mind was back in his own body with the searing pain, and he screamed out. "Ahhhh!" His back was still lurching off the table as he tried to regain his own sense of perception he could feel that Lucian was in the room now, and he could feel the emotion of pity from the vampire lord, and he sensed almost a sense of fear coming from Elizabeth, but it was over shadowed by something else, that he couldn't identify in his current state of pain. He was having trouble thinking as his psyche fought to hold onto consciousness, and he could clearly feel an over whelming energy building in his form, which his muscles were distended with tension for he had been in this position for some time now.

Troy was trying to control his bodies own violent motions as he began to thrash on the table, and would have fallen off several times if not for Elizabeth, or perhaps he had already fallen off, and just didn't know it. His eyes were glowing an ever brighter azure as his pupils dilated, and his hands tried to find a hand hold, but the table didn't offer many, and those he could find were ripped right off. The vein's on his body began to pop out as the muscles in his body bulged with even more energy coursing through him, and he could even feel his heart pumping almost desperately to keep up with his bodies functions. He still couldn't hear or see any thing as he continued to thrash on the table, in obvious agony.
 
Elizabeth hissed softly at Lucian's words, but in the end she couldn't find a way to refute them. He was right, the only one here who had any right to be upset was Troy; and well he wasn't going to be getting mad at either of them anytime soon. she thought to herself as she witnessed the near allergic reaction he was having to her mental intrusions. "Dammit. What did I do wrong." She hissed aloud through clenched teeth, as she put her hands on him and pressed him tighter to the table as he ripped, and tore at it's lining, which to Elizabeth's surprise actually took pieces of the table with it. "Calm yourself!" She screamed at him before he used that strength of his to toss her across the room. She quickly flipped to her feet before she fell however, and as if losing her patience she exerted her mental force upon him, and held him to the table with the sheer power of telekinesis.

Elizabeth stood there for a few more moments, her yes focused keenly on the laying form of troy as she powered more and more mental energy to keep him still. Troy writhed, and tensed on the table for a series of long moments, before his body finally calmed from the exertion and he lay there motionless before them. Elizabeth released him from the kinetic field at that point, and used the leftovers of her mental energy to lift him from the table, and over to a chair to the left. Afterward she ran over toward his side, having not yet realized that Lucian had already left the room amidst the chaos of shock Troy had flown into. As she reached his side, Elizabeth bent low and stroked her hand across the young man's face, and whispered. "Troy, are you alright?" To her surprise the sarcastic young man merely gave her a thumbs up as her tried hard to ease his tightened muscles.

Elizabeth sighed at him, and shook her head. "You had me worried there for a second, but I suppose I should have known better than to worry. I mean there was no dismembering, or disembowelment yet." She snapped at him with frustration, more out of worry than anything else, and the still stroking fingers along his face would more than explain this little fact. After a few moments though, she rose from his side and shook her head. "Sorry about the mishap Troy. I didn't expect that to happen." She admitted to him in embarrassment. After all, she had never botched a mind link before, not even when she was a rookie to the technique. But, then again many new developments within her had surfaced since she had met Troy.
 
Troys muscles ached as he came back to his sense first it was his sense of smell, and then he could hear once more, and then finally he could see Elizabeth as she asked him if he was alright. He gave her a thumbs up, and shook his head he felt his pulse thumping against his tightened muscles which hurt more then one might imagine. His breathing came was coming rapidly, as she began to talk to him once more. He rolled his eyes at her obvious frustration, still confused as to what had happened, but hadn't yet caught his breath enough to speak. He listened intently as she apologized to him, though he sensed that it wasn't really her fault something else was going on here, and he could feel it.

He shook his head after she had apologized, for reasons he didn't understand he knew it wasn't her fault, but was almost sure that this building would be attacked soon. He looked up at her with a serious expression on his features, and asked through ragged breaths. "Did you find what you needed to help me unlock my dormant abilities?" His eyes hadn't stopped glowing, and his features were not only serious, but highly concerned. Troy didn't know for sure who was going to be attacking this base of the vampires, but he had a good feeling, and that made his stomach churn slightly at the thought that he had just been in a demons mind.

As he kept his eyes locked on hers, his mind wandered over the possibilities of what might have led him to see, and here what that demon had. It was troubling to say the least, but if he was right they needed to move fast in getting his abilities unlocked, or they needed to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. If it hadn't just been some sort of hallucination than this base was going to get over whelmed with out concern if the humans seen the bold attack, and even with all the vampires that were here, most were at odds with one another, and infighting would be easy for the demons to start. It was then that Troy remembered the attack that he and his men had witnessed nearly two years ago, when the demons easily turned the vampires force against each other, and he could picture a much larger form of that chaos happening soon.
 
Elizabeth blinked at Troy's sudden response to her words. It almost seemed as if he hadn't heard them at all, and was speaking on a pretense she didn't quite understand. She had begun to open her mouth to respond when a flash of an image shot through her mind. It was Troy, clad in his usually goth type clothing, though he was surrounded by an army of demons giving commands to them to attack this very building. She puzzled on it for all but a moment, before her mind warped back to the present, and she responded to him in a daze. "Ummm, yes. It was buried deep, but I know what we need to unlock it." She said with a slight bit of distance that was not only caused from her daze, but also from the exterior knowledge she now had about him.

Elizabeth sighed after her words, and shook her head trying to clear it. Things were getting confusing, and now she was beginning to think he knew more about the situation then she did. It was then she realized that she had been in her own mind for a bit too long, and hadn't really been paying attention. Dammit, you might have missed something important. She mentally chastised herself, before turning her head quickly back toward him. "Why the urgency on it?" She asked in a fluster, hoping the conversation hadn't taken off without her. She wasn't use to this situation, for even as a mortal she had always been very attentive, and never missed details from a conversation. Then again those times weren't with Troy either.

Elizabeth knew she needed to kick this daze though, so she closed her eyes, and focused inward clearing her mind. It wasn't easy, but she managed without error, and when she opened her eyes there was Troy's face, as glorious and alluring as it always was. His features weren't being the distraction they normally were however, and she had to slightly wonder if it was due to the serious expression that was uncharacteristically stitched there, or if it was more of his empathic control being used for the situation. Either way she saw it as a blessing at the moment, and wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. So she sat there and prepared herself to listen to what she could feel was going to be a big chunk of bad news.
 
Troys expression turned to one of slight relief as she answered his question, and he gazed into her eyes. He noted that she seemed to be in a daze of sorts, and her mind was no doubt wandering as she looked almost into space for a few seconds. Then her question which was not unexpected came in that one short sentence. Damn, I don't want to tell her till I know for sure whats going on, but... His thoughts trailed off as he had to decide whether to lie or not, and then decided that he would not tell her, but neither would he lie to her. "Remember when I said I would trust you if you would trust me at a later date and time; well I think I may be asking you to trust me here." His words were still serious, but his expression had softened.

He thought for a few seconds while studying her features for a sign of whether she was willing to trust him or not; when Lucius's voice rang into his consciousness. "Well Troy it does seem like your in deep now doesn't it, and what are your feeling for this trollop. Oh! Don't tell me you..." Lucius's sophisticated mental voice was cut off by Troys. "Shut up Lucius! You know nothing of how I feel, and stay out my inner thoughts or I'll throw you in the mouth of an active volcano!" With that mental scold Lucius's mental intrusions went away, and troy could once again focus on the present with out interruptions.

Troys focus went right to Elizabeth's and he could clearly see the slight concern on her features as she had seen his guard let down as he and Lucius had conversed. He smiled at her, and feared he had missed her response to his statement. "How long will it take for us to unlock them if we focus on the task?" His smile had not softened as he continued to look right into her eyes trying to read her features out of habit. Why did I see their plans, and why am i certain that it wasn't just a hallucination. Was I some how linked with them when i fought them two years ago: but i haven't had any visions till now... His thoughts trailed off as he found he had only questions with out answers.
 
Elizabeth shook her head of the daze finally, and managed to respond quickly to his words. "I guess that's not a problem, after all it's not that big of a thing." She said with a trail as she wasn't quite sure of her own words. For all she knew it wasn't, but then again his voice and the look on his face said it was a big deal. Either way she figured she wouldn't know until he was ready to tell her, so she just shouldn't worry about it for the moment and just focus on her duties at hand. It was at that point however that she noticed he hadn't said a word after she spoke, and that was unlike Troy to let anyone get the last word in on a conversation. She also noticed his more than distant expression, and so she waved her hand in front of his face a couple of times trying to get his attention. "Yoohoo, Troy?" She called to him feeling more than a bit stupid for her near comical act, but what else was she supposed to do?

After a few moments Elizabeth gave up, figuring it was the ring that had stolen his attention away, that was when he whipped his head back to her and asked her his next question. Is he deaf? She thought to herself with more than a bit a grief, as she shook her head at him softly. "We should be able to get all the training done in a weeks worth of time if you learn as quickly as you have been, but don't count on that completely; dormant strengths can sometimes take a while to fully unlock." She said to him in an instructive tone that was more typical of her haughty, and superior nature. Not that she was truly superior to him, but her mind set did say she way. After all, it was natural for a vampire to think that they were superior to anyone who lacked a century on them. That however was also a double edged sword, for that type of thinking led the other way as well. Thus the reason she bowed her head to Lucian.

Elizabeth's words were finished, but she was still staring right into his eyes. The way they looked was just so wild, it always made her claw at herself with desire. She knew more than anything though, it was his attitude; it was just unlike anything she has ever known. He was sweet, yet passionate, and opinionated. He was also outspoken, but not in an intentionally disrespectful way. It was then she realized that her thoughts were unfounded for his heritage explained that he was unique. There isn't even a wonder at why he seems so special to you Elizabeth; it's cause he is! No one called the boy of prophecy is going to be normal after all. She thought to herself dryly, as she just continued to stare deep into the azure pools of passion he called eyes.
 
Troy noticed that she once again had that frustrated expression on her features, but this time she had that slightly dazed look to go along with it. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn't dazed again, but he wondered what was going through her mind. He was getting lost in her calming pale blue eyes, as she gazed into his own azure orbs. He felt their was a connection between them, but she couldn't be completely trusted at the moment for Lucian could look into her inner thoughts at any moment with out any resistance from her. She couldn't even so much as rain her hands in defense if he tried to hurt her. As these thoughts flowed through his mind, he continued gazing into her eyes as his heart rate gradually slowed, and the pulse from his veins was no longer visible to the naked eye.

Troy had calmed while looking into her eyes, and had stopped speaking just as she had his muscles were no longer distended as his blood flow had slowed significantly. This was also something he was glad of for now she wouldn't smell his blood, or hear his heart beat with as much potency. He understood that his blood bordered on sending her into a blood lust, and he attributed her dazed look at times to this. I'll need to find a way to get her out when this goes down, they'll attack in the middle of the day to make sure the sun is flaring, and I'll have no chance of talking her to leave with me before it happens. Dammit! He mentally cursed as he came to the conclusion on his own, and heard the mental chuckle of Lucius which was followed by a warning from Troy.

Troy though for a second longer his gaze having not left hers the entire time, for it helped him think and calm down. "How soon can we begin?" His voice no longer held the urgency as it did before for he already knew they wouldn't be able to get his abilities fully awakened before the attack, and so he had every intention of running, and taking her with him. It was at this point that Lucius spoke in his mind once again. "Troy are seriously;y in love with her? Do you realize that it puts all of our plans in jeopardy?" Troys mental growl told the sentient artifact that it had gone to far as he began to retort to the item

"Listen! I'm about tired of you telling me what my plans are! if I want to take her along with me, when I escape this place then all the better for you, for I won't stand a chance against Lucian with out her tutelage. Now if you want this done quicker then you should try helping me instead of scolding me l;ike I'm your son!" Troys mental out burst once again placed Lucius in silence, for he couldn't do anything with out a host body, and troy knew it. Troy had never stopped looking into her gaze, and had kept part of his mind on the conversation this time as his outburst had been automatic, and hadn't taken any effort on his part.
 
Elizabeth let loose a longing sigh as Troy continued to gaze back into her eyes as if she was the only thing of note in the entire room. she couldn't explain it, but being looked at like that somehow made her feel warm- almost secure. It wasn't long before her train of thinking changed directory though, and she began to think on how much work they had before them. Sure, Troy was a fast learner, but no one could expect to learn 50 years of study in a matter of days; hell putting it into a system of weeks was even pushing the limits a tad bit far. Either way, she would have to get it done; after all, this wasn't just want pushing her along she had orders to follow up on, and disappointing Lucian wasn't something she could afford at the moment.

Elizabeth then noticed that Troy was talking to her again, and as quickly as she could rip her mind away from her inner thoughts, she focused her full attention squarely upon him. "We can begin as soon as you want, but I would prefer to wait until tomorrow so that your mind as a chance to recover from the mental shock you just went through." She answered him pointedly, stating clear that she didn't like the idea of him starting up on training so quickly after the mental trauma he had just endured. Never the less she knew it needed to be done, so without delay she set a date. "Tomorrow at dusk would be the best time to go about it. That way we can practice during a hunt." She said to him softy, her tone more gentle now as she formulated the plan verbally with him.

At that point Elizabeth made a simple flick of her neck, the kind that made her hair cascade in a turn about her face to clear it from her eyes. "It's settled then. After all, I'm the teacher and I decide the best course of action." She sated to him with a teasing smile, trying the lighten the mood from the slight sap the two had just fell into. After all, while she was use to that around this building, she sure as hell didn't want to go through it with Troy: no, she wanted their time to be more memorable for her. After her words she backed away from the table with gentle grace, and flashed him another of those rare teasing grins of hers. "Well since we've decided on a time to start, hows about we go for something to drink; I'm getting a little famished." She said to him with a different sort of a smile, the kind that showed those pearly white fangs of hers, hoping he would catch her drift.

Elizabeth waited for him to respond for a few seconds as she shifted her form to a more provocative and comfortable stance, as she didn't like standing at attention at all times. Though even with her change in positioning that pearly white, fang filled smile just kept flashing toward him in an almost alluring temptation to feed. She knew why the act brought those type of thoughts, and feelings bubbling to her mind; it was a simple. The bottom line was there were few acts in this world that caused so many feelings to rise to the surface of a vampires hardened emotions: and anyone who ever felt the kind of stone filled life a vampire did knew that no emotion shined out quite as clearly as lust, it was like second nature to them.
 
Troy nodded at her words that whey would start tomorrow, though figured it wouldn't matter, but he decided then that he would have to get away to talk to someone he knew. She then smiled seductively at him, and stood in a provocative position that pushed her curves against her leather clothing, a stance she took up often, however it was amplified this day by the fact that her clothing was even more tight fitting than she normally wore, and how low cut they were. A smile flashed upon his lips at the way she stood, and he rose to his feet though his head spun from the sudden motion, but his balance kept on cue. He looked her in the eye as he caught on to what she was speaking of, and his smile almost faded, but then the same emotions that had made her arousal come to being did the same for him.

Troy braced him self as his emotions battled in his mind trying to find a premise to stand along side one another, but neither would yield. He knew he had to feed, and could accept it, but getting the kind of arousal from it felt: almost wrong. He none the less nodded to her his mind trying to stay focused on what he was needed to do this night before things got messy. However his thoughts had trouble bringing themselves off of her form pressed tightly against those provocative cloths, and then he remembered their kiss, though couldn't remember what kissing her had been like. Troy walked towards her his eyes upon hers once again eschewing all other distractions, and he wrapped his arms around her back bringing her form to press into his as he leaned down to press his mouth against her his tongue once again having to offer by pressing against her lips before her mouth accepted it.

The kiss lasted for several minutes, and her mouth was sweet with a taste he could remember, but couldn't place. Then it downed on Troy that it was blood, and he realized why her lipstick never faded; it was because they were strained with the blood of centuries. he knew from the memories that Lucius had granted him that it wasn't normal for the blood not to wear off after two of three days. Troy however deepened the kiss at this revelation, and his hand began to roam over her back kneading into the flesh now and then. It wasn't for many moments till he realized that he had no intention of releasing her, and it took all the will power he had to break off the impassioned kiss. His breathing was ragged as he once again gazed into her pale blue orbs realizing that his were glowing by the azure light that cascaded her face in its glow.

Troy was still reeling from the kiss when his eyes began to roam over her lithe frame taking in the sight of the unnatural beauty. Troy had known very few who could even rival her in looks, and at least on of them hated his guts. Still breathing hard he gasped out his words a smile still upon his lips. "Well: we should probably go find something to eat then?" His words were more a question than a statement showing clearly that he wasn't sure, even though he was slightly hungry. He had taken note of how he hadn't felt hunger the same since he had been bitten, it was strange tingling, not in ones stomach, but rather in ones entire being. It was why hadn't known to feed, that and the fact that he hadn't grown fangs and didn't know if the legends were ture that vampires fed on blood.
 
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