18557/Payback Time

Payback Time
Date of Scene:	12 July 2024
Location:	Blake's Penthouse
Synopsis:	Mary and Blake take in the survivor of the squad of hunters that crashed their date for interrogation. Interest is piqued as the two learn of the Order of St. Dumas, and Mary has a new member for the Blood Red Moon.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Seward, Blake Riviere

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Mary Seward has posed:
What was supposed to be a pleasant little date in the park, was spoiled by the intervention of some no-good wannabe Vampire Hunters. Fanatical murder priests and nuns out for the heads of the two loving vampiresses. The night could have gotten a lot worse...had these fools not been completely out of their league. What were they even expecting? Going up against two ancient vampire queens was a dead-end from the very beginning...and a dead end, all those fools would end up meeting...

Or rather...almost all of them.

The last one standing had been a nun by the name of Sister Celeste, put at the mercy of Blake's enthralling gaze. She'd find herself forced into serving herself up as a romantic meal for the vampire lovers...But, that wasn't quite the end for her. See, the two had some questions that needed answering. As fun as it was to tear their way through these religious goons, they'd rather not have every date they have from now on vulnerable to another rude ambush.

So, Mary took the liberty of turning Sister Celeste...and now, here they are in Blake's home, having an interview with the newly-turned vampire. "...Alright. You've got a lot of explaining to do, Missy." Mary sneers, as she tosses an unfortunate delivery boy at the feet of the newborn bloodsucker. One of the benefits of the modern age to vampires: The gig economy. Made luring out prey a piece of cake.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Blake hadn't been the one to turn the girl, and for all the vampire lovers time together she hadn't really spoken on her apparent lack of progeny...but that didn't mean that she hadn't helped drain her down after rolling her mind.

Waste not after all.

How would relgious zeal and indoctrination stand up to the enthalment of a newly turned member of the Blood Red Moon and Blake's own hypnotic power?

Well, given that Celeste was now looking at the pair with naked adoration on her face where once murderous desire had rested...not well.

Of course, Blake was going to be less than impressed if a delivery boy ended up drained dry by the fledgling Mary would have to make it up to her later as the 'Draculina' sat beside the Queen of Blood, listen to the still blood-soaked girl in her 'tactical nun' outfit speak.

"We followed you from Gotham...your trail, when the Batman and his 'children' couldn't finish you off..."

Mary Seward has posed:
Of course, the Batman comes into conversation. That incident in Gotham. The one where he and his underlings got together and starting killing off HER underlings. The one that ended up with her apartment getting wrecked for a while...A sore point, as could be told by the snarl on her face. It seems if Celeste knew what was good for her, she wouldn't bring it up again.

"...Alright, that explains the how...but not quite the who. What do you mean we? Who are you clowns, anyway? The Catholic Church? Am I gonna find out your last name's Van Helsing?"

Mary had mentioned to Blake beforehand that she had encountered a bunch of similarly religious zealot-types carrying "blessed" weaponry while on a mission for the Brotherhood...but it seemed that was an unaffiliated group. Purifiers, they were called.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Blake Riviere says, "Van Helsing?" Blake muses softly, no vampire over a century hadn't been ignorant of that name...even simply the literary enthusiasts. A little shift and she shook her head. She'd almost certainly encountered at least one 'Van Helsing' on her own path.

Celeste shook her head, still resting there on her hands and knees as she spoke.

"No...Our leader, they rescued us, trained us...to be members of a sacred order that dates back to the crusades. Sweeping across the world to wipe out the monsters...in the name of our Holy Saint...""

Mary Seward has posed:
Mary rolls her eyes. "Oh, thanks. THAT really narrows it down." She scoffs, before kicking the captive human a bit as she struts over to Celeste.

"Start being more specific will you? The more you hold out on me, the longer you don't get to eat...Who's this leader of yours? What's this order? How and WHAT do you know about me and our kind?...and where can we find the rest?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
A gasp, the poor mind-addled and recently turned girl shudders. It was so hard to think with that meal right there, the new thirst screaming in her blood so all-consuming that she didn't really have the capacity left to care that she'd become what she'd hunted.

Blake herself, she simply watched from where she sat, fingertips resting from the hand under her chin against her flawless skin while she watched this parody of a confession in soft amusement.

"We're a chapter...a cell, tasked in the name of St Dumas..." she offers before a whimper bubbles up from her throat. "Please...My Queen...I'm so hungry..."

Mary Seward has posed:
Mary's hands go onto her hips. Her gaze bares down upon the starving Celeste, flickering briefly to Blake's amused face. One couldn't say they were unfair...She had tried to kill them first. Harassed them for simply being undead...They had gone out of their way to make her immortal. By comparison, they were being a billion times more generous.

"...Oh, fine...But only cause I like the way you called me your queen." She chuckles and faces Blake. "...St. Dumas, does that mean anything to you?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
The raven-haired vampiress shakes her head, herself making to stand and absently circling the starving new vampire who was likely about to pounce her meal, pondering on if she had to intervene or she'd end up with a corpse in her penthouse again.

"Not personally...but it sounds like yet another obscure figure someone decided was holy and went to mount a war over..."

Of course, she had no intention of staying in the dark for long. "I will tug on some threads within the Hellfire club, see who dances the right tune to offer up more information. Though..."

She turns, her heeled shoe suddenly pushing back, the ball of her foot seemingly effortlessly holding the desperate Celeste at bay from her meal.

"You're going to tell us where you lived, where you trained, who might be waiting for you and where they'll flee to when you don't return."

The desperate pleas and cries of 'Yes mistress' seem enough to had Blake oh-so-slowly move her foot away and allow Celeste to feed as Mary permits her.

Mary Seward has posed:
Mary steps out of the way, hands up to her shoulders. "Have at it..."

Thus, she lets her fledgling gorge herself. "...Yeah, that sounds good." She takes advantage to get closer and put an arm Blake's shoulder. "...Well, looks like we've got some work to do. I was wondering how else we could start spicing up our date nights...guess we're gonna do that by hunting down and picking off a bunch of zealots...Don't tell me I don't ever have us do anything nice." She kisses Blake's cheek.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"So thoughtful," Blake muses, frowning a little at the thought she's almost certainly going to have to be enthralling some cleaner or 'cleaner' to dispose of things given how wildly the fledgling takes to feeding. She'd be more mad...if the memory of her own first time didn't cross her thoughts.

Instead she turns away, into Mary's attentions as her hands lift to lightly rest cupping Mary's face. "Well, it is certainly going to keep us active...though a little time to rest, relax and...clean up might not go astray. They did tear a hole in one of my favorite dresses after all..."

Mary Seward has posed:
""You make a good point..." Mary smiles, dipping down further into Blake. "...I say we've earned ourselves a good rest...and we've got a bed waiting for us both."