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Morrelle stood up from his chair to see Anabella in the living flesh, well, the a different body than before but the signature was still there. She looked like death warmed over.

He wanders in front of her and places a kiss on her lips. "I should not have doubted your survival abilities.

Midnight and I were plotting a new course. Celeste, on the other hand, has disappeared into the crowd."

Anabella's knees weakened as Morrelle kissed her. Memories flooded and quickly faded of ages gone by when he was the Don. She looked at him intently as he spoke then looked around. Nice Crib, she remarked chuckling at her new found human dialect. I smell Victoria around. Anabella rolls her eyes. I see she escaped the mass chaos, as usual. I assume that her reward is the kiss of death? Accept, how will you do that now with your mortal soul and, incase you hadn't noticed our abilities slowly come back. She smiled at Midnight. "Glad you made it, dear sister." And Celeste? I sense her still here....Ana looks around.

Victoria raised a half smile. "I have set new clothes for you in your room, Lady." She said smuggly. Anabella turns to her voice. "Thank you, Victoria.

She turned to the others..."New course?" she raised a brow. "It's like nothing happened here in LA, could that be possible?"

Midnight ran to her sisters side and huged her and did't wont to let go. She eventully did but very reluctantly afrade that she would dissaber as soon as she let go and turned around. so justi n case she did not turn but just held heer and and stood next to her. "So what is the plan and corse morrelle or as we just going to make a massaker of things."

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Their kiss was a long time coming, and it brought back better times. He watches Anabella's curtly manner toward his favorite ghoul, Victoria. Morrelle sighs slightly and acquiesces rather than offer his sterness. This was a festivie occasion.

He takes another hit from his cigar.

It wasn't very often when Morrelle smiled at anything, but when he saw Midnight run to her blood sister it gave him the greatest feeling that their once stalwart family was slowly mending back together.

Now, if only Celeste would blend back in with them this once proud family could lift their heads up high and spit on all who would disrespect them.

Morrelle sits back down before continuing his master plan. "As I was conferring with Midnight, the rules have changed as far as I am concerned. This recent reincarnation has given me more focus on what I should be doing rather than being told what to do. From now on, there aren't any rules. We live each night as if it were our last, however, I can't get the financial part out of my head, so.....that part stays."

Victoria used another can of Lysol. She frowens at Morrelle's compulsive cigar intake. She shakes her head before taking up station beside him.

"Now how we gain wealth is strictly up to us. If you ladies want to sell yourselves to the night for profit, I can live with that. Just make sure you dispose of the bodies or bring some back for dear, old me."

Celestine stood outside in the shadows with her arms crossed over. as she looked up at the night sky.
she sensed an aura that was familiar to her. she knew right away who it was and smiled slightly to herself glad that she was alright.
Celestine knew that she had been roaming this earth for many a years and perhaps it was time to end it.
She was just so tired of the betrayal. so tired of being pushed to the side. so tired of being stepped on on used over and over again.
There had to be a better way to live out her life even if it was just a mortal one now.

Anabella pulls a tri folded leather bound folder from her back pocket and set it on the table before Morrelle. "I pulled this from the rubble just before I took off to run from those pathetic Zombies that wandered around in what was once our front yard." Ana opens it. Stocks, bonds, cash. Enough to sustain this family for many years, Morrelle. It seems that your hiding place was fool proof. Your cousin as clever as he was never found it. I don't think I'll be selling myself for profit. " Ana laughed looking back at Victoria. She looked down at Morelle. "Seems your princess there forgot that small matter."

Anabella sensed Celeste outside. If you'll excuse me, I need a breath. Anabella walks outside to see Celeste mulling things over. "Everything ok?" Ana offers up a smile. Worried about Victoria, don't be. Morrelle has been making her empty promises for ages now. Besides in his human body, no fangs, mortal blood, how could he possibly change her. He'd need the help of his no good sister Morgana. I doubt she'd be willing to help him out, without a price. Come back inside, the girls as usual need to pull together to watch over our maker. One thing we cannot deny Celeste is that he's loved us all. We are the only ones who can protect his foolish attitude, ego and old ways." Ana hugged her tight. "Things will be ok, you will always be one with him. Victoria will never bond to him the way you have. She holds out for something that is nearly impossible now. And we need to re establish our family name. We are not mortal....no we're something more. The likes that LA has not seen in years. Let's put the fear back in them...you, me, midnight and Morrelle. Togther we are unstoppable. "

Ana lets go taking Celeste by the hand. Come back in out of this warm wind and hear him out....as a favor to me.

Ana smiles.... He awaits.

Morrelle watches Anabella go outside. It seems she is consoling Celeste, who, surpringly enough, has yet to leave the condo. Morrelle takes the time to strol to the back room balcony. The multi-colored city lights stretch beyond the naked eye. He looks up at the stars for what seemed an eternity. If he could sigh, he would but, the moraon inside him did it for him. Michael speaks internally about regrets. 'You miss it as much as I do.' The thought of having to souls was mind-boggling but sometimes Michael actually gave some good advice about certain things.

Victoria glides out to his side. The wind feathers her bleach-blond hair to one side. The air is cold and stale, and the noise from the city just beyond, a constant. Norrelle continues looking up at those bonfirs lights in the lake of sky. She says not a word but places a hand on top of his. She could feel the anquish in his hand as he grips the railing before him.

"There are not my stars", he mutters. Morrelle shuts out Michael as his OWN thoughts prevail. He turns to Victoria, his most trusted and beloved servant, no, companion. "Do I want to stay here and fight for a foothold against these other predators, or do I wish to return home and rebuild Seattle into the city of MY choosing? A city run entirely and exclusively by me? That thought burns in my mind."

Morrelle knew what was on her mind, and hte answer was 'yes.'

He gives the city of L.A. another long look before returning his gaze upon his beloved. "We are going home. I won't abandon a city I help mold into something feared for any unwary traveler to stumble upon. I will build it back up, stone by stone, and the mansion will rise like the phoenix. I will show Venice not to fuck with me anymore."

He lets his hand brush across her cheek. "I shall give you the gift, my beloved. I will need all the family by my side for the dark days ahead. Soon we will be at war with Venice, and I don't mean mere words. It is time to replace the old guard with something new. Not me to rule, but someone with more modern ways of thinking. It's time to put an end to the old ways, and show grandpa and grandma to an early grave."

Victoria's face lit up like the sun upon hearing his plans. She has missed his firery ways and vision, and the possibility of her becoming one with him was her one true wish.

Morrelle didn’t need to sweep her hair aside as Victoria did it for him. His hands touched her shoulders and she shuddered slightly. He smiled. He remembered his first time so he reassured her she was in good hands.
He slides the top of her dress past her shoulders before pulling her close to him. Her body warmth was increasing, as was her heart rate. This is what she wanted, and it was what he wanted too. He explained to her earlier that she would be the last one he would ever offer such a gift.

Victoria felt the rush of ecstasy rushing through her as he took her tightly. In the past, the Giovanni bite was very painful and sometimes would cause death in some mortals, but it was the opposite now. It was culminating toward an eventual climax that was unstoppable at this point. With every ounce of strength she had left, Victoria pulled her lover tighter and tighter against her desiring body. He could feel her essence fading as she moaned in pleasure as if they were making the most passionate love in her room, as she has fantasized for years. Morrelle would make sure her first time was memorable as his hands explored places on her body that only added to the sexual gratification she was feeling.

The table on the balcony was where he layed her stimulating body across. Her breasts fell away from her night dress, and to any mortal man it would seem, she was having an orgasm, which in fact, she was. The carnal pleasures took hold as she wraps her legs around his waist, with the bottom of her dress pushing up past her stomach, and her beautiful silk panties the only line of defense against his manhood.

Her head was swimming as she started losing consciousness. Immediately he made a puncture wound and fed her from him as he watches the change take flight.

Morrelle picks her up and carries her to her private bedroom where he spreads her across the sheets. It was not an immediate transformation becoming a vampire. He would check up on her as the night progressed. If needed, he would feed her again. He brushes back her hair tenderly. Her service to him over the years had warranted this change.

Anabella lets Celeste silently think about her actions. She knew what was going on in the Condo. Ana shook her head as the soul inside her asked what was wrong. "He did it again, she spoke out loud" That SOB turned her! Abigail, who had no family to speak of said to Ana, "You loved him didn't you. Anabellas facial expressions turned. "Yes, we all loved him once." She opened the door watching Morrelle descend down the spiral staircase. Ana said nothing, knowing it would not change is mind.

"LA isn't right for this disfunctional family Morrelle." Ana stated as she sat beside Midnight who also noticed the Aura of the Condo and how it had changed. "And do not think for one moment I will take orders form that think upstairs!" Ana complained. Your pet turned fledgling better learn her place or I will set her to the sun. Mark my words!"

"I agree Seattle is OUR home. We should go back there and start again." Anabella read the thoughts that still lingered in the house amazed at how quickly her vampiric skills came back to her. As I crossed the state line I heard a marine remark about how the vortex had been closed. They were doing a mass sweep of the city to contain the undead, the dead and any other non human type.

Anabella flipped open Victoria's (well her old) Lap top. She poured over any information regarding Seattle and its demise. "Says here the streets have given way to the humans once again, but its still under marsahall law. and theres a cerfew. 11PM. " Anabella laughed to herself.

Braiding Midnights hair, she looked up at Morrelle with almost a sadness in her eyes, knowing she would not be materfamilia, yet the bond was too strong to leave him. She would turn from lover to enforcer, the role Sidney took ages ago. Ana burried those memories quickly before Morrelle read them.

"Im sure SHE (meaning Victoria) secured a vehicle?" Anabella picked up the leather tri-fold satchel and stuffed it back in her back pocket. Finders keepers, she remarked quietly.

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