Stranger Danger (Agatha, Open)

[Merry Noelle Lovelace]

“We have company. A young lady from the Brigade, My Lord.” She said gently as she tried to make sure the situation stayed calm. There was no need to get into a frenzy over a visitor as far as she could see. It would serve no purpose.

“Duke Radcliff wants a lot of things. It does not mean he will get what he wants.” she’d seen his speculative gazes and knew when a male wanted more than he had. She distrusted him and in a world where she generally didn’t trust anyone to say he stood out made it doubly so.

“It may not be balanced but no ones life is perfect.” She added wearily. She tried not to get irritated at the thought she was being judged but it still rankled.

Exhaling slightly she calmed down next to her husband and tried to settle herself a bit, as much for his sake as her own, then Agatha began to touch closer to the truth she got a worried look in her eyes, Yes, an angel.” She confirmed quietly. It was funny, she always thought there would be this big revelation about her nature and an uproar yet here she was talking to an absolute stranger who just outted her to her daughter, “No thanks to you babbling to my child. That had been something I had been waiting to get permission to speak to my daughter about.” She said a bit annoyed, “Agatha, your life is the Brigade. You were meant for other things. You were never supposed to be average. Things happen for a reason. Do you think that they just happen randomly? Everything we do is already known. Even if we ourselves do not realize it.”

“I will keep this in mind.” She said as she took the throwing star and carefully wrapped it in a bit of fabric before placing it in a vanity drawer. “Thank you.” She added gently. “I shall see that Duke Radcliff has his sword returned to him.” she said as Agatha went to hide.

“I am fine, My Lord.” She reiterated to Dameon as she rubbed his arm gently to sooth him, “All is well. Don’t worry.” When Katia climbed up the wall she walked over to her, “Shhhh, love. It’s alright. She’s not one of the ones who attacked she’s from the Brigade. You can come down now. Let me see your shoulder.” a pissed off half vampire was never a good idea in any case. Exhaling, she tried coaxing her off the wall while Dameon and Agatha spoke.

[Ghost]

Dameon nodded as Marina stated that they had company in the form of a young lady from the Brigade. Dameon frowned. The Brigade again? Would they never stop hunting him down? And now they had infiltrated his castle bothering his wife and daughter? Someone would die for that Wait a minute, Dameon. Calm down. Just look at Marina. If there truly was danger---especially to Katia---she wouldn't be this calm, he reminded himself. Then, he let out a small chuckle as she went on to say that the Duke wanted a lot of things but that it didn't mean that he was going to get them.
"This is true," he agreed as he went to put an arm around his wife's shoulders.

At her tone as she stated that no one's life was perfect, Dameon went to place a soothing kiss on her shoulder.
"Easy, darling. I am here. Do not let her get to you," he murmured for her ears only. Then his eyes flashed as the other woman said something about Marina being an angel. How dare she just come in here and reveal Marina's true nature in front of Katia? Apparently Marina had the same feelings as she rebuked the other woman, saying that she had been waiting for the right time to broach to the subject to him. "Well, seeing as how the angel's out of the Heaven, it's sure to come up now," he quipped, trying to make her feel better as well as showing her that he wasn't angry with her.

He only half paid attention as Marina went on speaking to the Brigade member, turning his attention to Katia. What did she think about all of this? Would she be angry that they had kept a part of her heritage from her? At the mention of werewolves, Katia scaled the walls, her fright coming off of her in waves, asking what that "thing" as she called their "guest" was doing there.
"Easy, darling. You are in no danger," Dameon added after Marina tried coaxing her back down, reassuring her that the woman before them wasn't one of the ones who had attacked her. "It is all right. I would not let anything harm you," he soothed, glaring at the woman who had showed up unannounced. "Your business here is done. I won't have you upsetting my family," he told the woman in a cold tone before turning his attention back to Katia. Now, how were they going to get her down? Normally, he would've flown up there and forciblly brought her down, but she was frightened and understandably so as she had recently been attacked. Therefore, this was going to require some finesse and patience...only one which he was good at.

[Vlad Drăculea]

It didn't really dawn on her at first, the subject they were dicussing. It took her several minutes to truly decipher what it all meant, that her mother was an Angel which was why she was so against feeding. It made perfect sense now, why her mother had a pulse, when she spent her entire life resisting the urge to tear her own mothers throat out. Her whole life she just believed it was some sort of spell, a curse maybe that a witch had placed on her to seperate her from the rest of the Sylthanus Kingdom. If she was an Angel however, that would make her? She thought for a moment, none of this seemed to make any sense at all.

Slowly descending the wall, Katia kept a weary eye on Agatha as she did so. Her expression was a steely gaze, but fear was aparent in her eyes, which remained in their feral state. Taking several steps backwards towards a corner, she tried her best to make herself seem small, invisible. Never had she been paralyzed with fear before, but right now she couldn't bring herself to do much else. It was probably disappointing to see her acting in such a way, however it was just one more thing to add to her current list of short comings that were being "overcome" as it were.

"I'm fine, it's just.." she started, going quiet after that. She didn't really know what else to say at the moment. There was a ton of things going on in her head now, primarily how she was even alive. All she knew was that an angel was a being of pure goodness, which was everything a vampire was not. Why would her mother love a pair of creatures like them, creatures who fed off of the living. She had always been able to tell, been able to feel her mothers sorrow every time Katia killed someone. Yet Katia herself felt no remorse for her actions, ever.

"I do not understand how any of this could be true. How am I even alive?" she asked, her tone barely a whisper.

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The way Dameon instantly asked Marina if she was okay annoyed Agatha at the same time as another part of her kind of understood and respected it a little, but she just didn't really like this guy. She still kept her calm though and kept from saying that she wouldn't have hurt her, but that it didn't count for anyone, but any of those thoughts were instantly pushed back, luckily Agatha had learned how to control her thoughts most of the time, even if it took a breather. Still she shook her head when Dameon stated that anything she had to tell Mari, she could tell him. 'With all due respect, I cannot, I have specific orders from the one that procured the sword from under Duke Radcliff's nose your Majesty. At least... T-that's how she put it.' Agatha stated in her slightly stammering messenger act way.

Agatha's eyes flashed to Mari when Dameon asked her if there was anything else, not really sure what to actually answer to that if she went by her gut, but eventually let her eyes go from Katia for a second to Dameon again even though she didn't really answer yet. There was a great urge because of Katia's reaction to speak up, to tell her that really not all werewolves were as she knew them, especially not like on that battlefield and what they had done to deserve it, but she again decided that it wouldn't really end well for herself or even Mari if she did give something away.

'Even the calm and centered of mined have trouble being totally concentrated when shocked your Majesty.' Agatha couldn't help but say a bit defensive yet still mostly apologetic about how Katia had overheard how Agatha herself had realized exactly what Mari was. 'Then you have to understand why I had to come here, why I cannot sit still while things are brewing, I can feel it.' Agatha said softly with a slight questioning look in her eyes about if she did actually understand why that if she had a purpose, a destiny, that she had to try and find out what it was, and especially that she wouldn't accept that this was it. If she did deserve a normal life, she had always figured there would have to be tough things ahead, but even right now that she knew for more sure that there would be, she had no idea what to expect anyway.

When Mari took the throwing star with the message that she'd keep that in mind, she gave her a look that she hoped Mari would understand as that Agatha hoped she would. She had to keep in that she was more than sure that Jon would want his sword back, also because she had the idea that he had an idea of who could have taken it, it was her subtle way of saying: 'Hello Jon, you do know I'm still around right?' just because she couldn't help it, she didn't want to feel comfortable, she wanted him to feel hunted, like enough of his "thugs" in her opinion had done throughout the years.

For just a second, Agatha had opened her mouth from under her hood still in the shadows to say something, to defend herself with how he stated that he wouldn't have her upsetting his family, and how it was being blamed on her like she had hostile intentions coming her, but none of that would help, and a slight squeeze of her hand to a fist under the robe would have to suffice for now. 'Of course, the Brigade apologizes for any inconvenience this visit has brought.' She stated formally, with one last glance toward Mari.

At least being thrown out like this and having to stay unknown to the others, didn't mean lack of a proper exit either. Thus she stepped backward toward the window, where she quickly jumped out of and had quickly ended on her feet, with some help of some things here and there to grab on to and jump from, on the ground and within a flash disappearing into the shadows and rendezvousing with Moon that looked clearly worried. 'Please don't look at me like that.' Agatha pleaded with a sigh as she threw a look back. 'Then was it worth it? Did you find what you were so desperate to know?'[/i] Moon asked her which made Agatha look down, biting her lip and closing her eyes for a few seconds. 'It's a start.' She answered with one last look toward the castle and then turning around and walking off with Moon next to her. A road home that would most likely have enough of questions left from Moon about what had happened and what was said.

[Ghost]

Dameon's eyes flashed as the messenger stammered out that she couldn't just leave because she was under strict orders about the Duke's sword.
"The Duke will get his sword. And you will get to keep your head," he spat out. Normally he wouldn't have been this uncontrolled with a messenger, but he had been woken up and even as a human he hadn't liked his sleep interrupted. He then rolled his eyes at her explanation of not being able to hide her shock and that she had had to come there, not being able to sit still when things were brewing.
"There will be no trouble from us unless we are provoked," he assured tightly. He wanted nothing more than to fly at this thing and rip her head off, but he wasn't going to frighten Katia any more than she already was.

He watched as his wife took the offered throwing star and then nodded curtly at the apology of any inconvenience. Then, he watched as the woman jumped out of the window.
"Well, she certainly knows how to make an exit," he quipped. Then, turning to Katia and Marina, "Are you two all right?"

[Merry Noelle Lovelace]

"I understand, Agatha. Safe journey." she said gently as she looked at the assembled group. She was feeling very fatigued these days and didn't know why. Her shoulders drooped a bit and she rubbed her temples with her fingers. She leaned against Dameon lightly and closed her eyes a moment. She exhaled softly.

When Agatha left she smiled softly then looked to her daughter, "Your father wanted an heir and I wanted a child so he cast a spell to make sure I got pregnant. We were blessed to have you, Katia." she said as she moved a bit closer to her daughter, "I'm so lucky to have you." she said gently as she took the girl's hands in her own and smiled warmly, she turned to Dameon and led Katia closer to him, "We're fine, My Lord." she said, trying to reassure them both. I am sorry you were both wakened from your sleep. Would you rather talk about what you've learned Katia or get some more sleep?" she asked gently. Letting her daughter choose what would be best for the moment.

[Vlad Drăculea]

"No, I'm not alright! Why did no one tell me? All of these questions that I could never answer."

Katia seemed to be a bit flustered by all of this and that was an understatement. Staring at her father for a moment, she couldn't even begin to figure out how to express herself. This was all done so that he could have an heir? They made a freak, someone who would never fit in unless the people were told to accept her, that was their response? So many thoughts began to pile up in her head, it was overwhelming, like a panic attack. Her breathing became rapid, labored, as if suddenly for the first time she realized she could even do it. Immediately her hands shot to either side of her head, holding it as if she thought it would explode right off of her shoulders.

As Mari tried to take Katia's hand, she recoiled quickly by smacking her mothers hand aside. Why she made such an extreme choice, she could not figure out, but nothing about her was rational right now. Her eyes seemed to glow with anger, she wondered what else there was that she might need to know. Suddenly they were allowed to go now? To leave the borders simply because some dog accidently broke their secret wide open, exposed it to her. "How do you expect me to sleep now? Did I not deserve to know any of this?!" she demanded, stamping her foot in a childish, pouting manner.

"If I cannot trust them.." she said, pointing out the window to her own kind. "..and I cannot trust my own parents. Who can I trust?" she asked, the last portion more to herself than either of them. Crossing her arms over her own torso now, she looked doewn at the floor, thinking about what she would do now that she knew.

[Ghost]

Damon bit his lip as Katia yelled at them, asking why they had never told her. It was a fair question and she had every right to be upset at them.
"I am sorry. This is not how we wanted you to find out," he apologized. And it was true. He knew that Marina had wanted to tell Katia in her own way about her heritage and he would've been fine talking it over with his wife so that they could figure out the best way to do it.

He was about to answer Marina's question when Katia beat him to it, asking how she could sleep after learning what she had and then smacking her mother's hand away.
"Don't you raise your hand to your mother," Dameon growled, trying to keep his temper in check. Then, he fell silent as she asked them who she could trust if she couldn't trust other vampires or her own parents. Well, how do I answer that? he wondered. Katia had a valid point. "I am sorry for confusing you," he finally said. What else he could say? He wasn't all that good at the comforting thing. That was more Marina's department.

[Merry Noelle Lovelace]

"Katia, we had to make sure you were old enough to be responsible with what we told you. We never meant to have you find out like this. You're fourteen and have just started showing maturity that was able to handle something of this magnitude." she said as she tried to explain and offer comfort.

When her daughter swatted her hand she yelped and pulled away, moving away from her daughter and clutching her hand, the girl had broken it in her frenzy and she inhaled as she straightened it with the snap of bones. Tears pricking her eyes as she worked on healing herself.

"Katia, settle down. Even your father in over a thousand years of marriage has never struck me or raised his voice to me. You have no right to hurt me." she said softly as she curled a bit inward and focused on healing the injury.

"I wanted a child. You have a half brother from my first husband. Your half brother was kidnapped and I was ready to contemplate another baby. I always wanted you. I also had a duty to your father and this kingdom to produce an heir. As much as you are angry at me you know my position is tenuous. I am not like any of you. The only status I have is what your father chooses to give me. You know this. Even if I had not wanted another child, and believe me I weighed the options heavily. Your father would, by rights of his position, have the right to override any of my thoughts and wishes. You were lucky you were conceived willingly. Many in this kingdom are not. It is not the nature of Sylthanians to ask permission for what they want from someone they kidnapped." she exhaled softly and blinked a few tears away.

"You are a natural born citizen of this realm. That affords you rights and privileges that I will never have. If your father dies or is dethroned I'm likely to be passed off to whomever takes over like a piece of furniture. Forgive me for not finding your situation as dire as my own." she said the last tiredly, "The heavens wanted you to be born. And so you were. You may feel betrayed but clearly you have a purpose."

[Vlad Drăculea]

Out of anger she clearly was not thinking straight, her head swimming from all the thoughts that filled it. How was she ever going to gain some sort of peace now? Her inner conscience was already a raging whirlwind of confusing, now she had to deal with this new information on top of it all. To most this probably would not be a big deal, yet to her she found it to be horrifying. It truly explained why she felt so different, why there was this barrier between her and her kinsmen. They didn't trust the monster with the strange eyes and for a very good reason now, she could be their demise apparently with such heritage.

Hearing the cracking sound that came from her mothers hand, Katia winced at first, thinking that she might feel backlash from her father. Yet his hand never seemed to fall, his voice however raised to a growl, something she had never heard directed at her. Her puffed out chest shrunk back down to size now, she was no longer able to make herself seem to be the angriest person here anymore, despite how hurt she felt.

However the more she listened, the more upset she became. It got to the point where she did not care about her mothers feeling, since neither seemed to consider her own. Putting on a wicked smile, she shook her head at her mother. "Do I not? You refer to yourself as furniture, you say you have no rights or privileges. At that point you are nothing but property and I can do as I please!" she said angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. She was definitely about to qualify for some serious discipline.

"My situation isn't as dire? I do not know how, but I can feel it, the others don't trust me. That feeling of loathing, eventually they are going to hurt me." she said quietly. Normally she showed very little feeling or emotion, but today she could not hold them in check. She held herself, body shivering slightly at the thought. "Someday they are going to tear me apart, they do not trust me, and part of me feels they know.." she almost whispered. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her thoughts but it did no good for her.

"So, congratulations, you too put me in a place where I do not belong."

[Ghost]

From her initial reaction, Dameon knew that Katia was surprised at the strength she had exihibted when slapping Marina, and he took a breath to compose himself. However, he found himself becoming angry again as Katia went off on Marina, saying that if she was only a piece of furniture she had no right to tell her what to do.
"Watch your mouth, Katia," Dameon cautioned. She then continued saying that she knew that the others didn't trust her and that someday they would tear her apart. "I would not let that happen to either of you," he assured. Then, his eyes darkened somewhat angrily as she bitingly told that they had put her somewhere she didn't belong. "I know you are upset, but you need to watch how you speak to us," he warned, trying to keep his anger and check and not fly at her like his instincts were screaming at him to do.

[Merry Noelle Lovelace]

It was rare for Mari to raise her voice and so no one could really tell when they had crossed her until she acted. And act she did, turning her body slightly her eyes seemed to glow with an inner light and for the first time she allowed her daughter to see fully who and what had birthed her. Her wings came out, shining with inner light as she seemed to go from normal Yalanzen to something not of this world in a blink. Around her a holy glow emanated and it pushed back the shadows of the room efforlessly, "You will watch your tongue. You have no right to speak to me that way young lady. You are acting like a spoilt brat and if I need to confine you to your quarters I WILL." the last two words seemed to echo through the room with a voice that resonated with all the power she possessed. This was the voice that mankind loved and feared, the voice that had cowed countless vampires before her daughter and sent them cowering and begging for their miserable lives.


"Your father is right. We would never let anything happen to you. You are a blessing and no one will tell you otherwise and if those pathetic boot lickers fear you then it is only right and proper because you are their better. No one can get the jump on you unless you let them. You choose your path Katia, but why care about what others think of you? What matters is what you think of yourself and that you have the knowledge to rule wisely and well."

"We are all exactly where we need to be at any given point in our lives. Have you grown so full of yourself in that teenage tantrum that you think you know more than the being that allowed life to flourish here in ALL its forms? You really need to understand what you are before you make such wide generalizations. The creator made all. Its not what you are that is important its what you DO that matters. ACTIONS not race define your place in the stars and history and you would do well to remember that. I understand you are shocked and upset but given how you are acting I am glad we waited. You lack self control and self discipline. You lash out indiscriminately at me and you then BLAME me for not telling you? Look at yourself long and hard Katia. Your attitude delayed you learning sooner not our not wanting to tell you. You are acting like a spoilt brat now stop it."

[Vlad Drăculea]

It was hard to control herself once she had started, turning to face her father now she let out a resounding "no" when asked to watch her mouth. Staring him down now, she couldn't quite remember why she felt so angry to begin with. Was it really that bad of them to keep this from her? Look how she was reacting, but then again she might not have reacted this way had she always known. There were probably more risks involved, a child knowing a dangerous secret like that. Wrinkling her brow and nose she seemed to be deep in thought about it all for a moment. "What are you going to do if I don't? Throw me in the dungeon?" she asked, her tone had lowered but the attitude was still obvious.

The power of her mothers voice, something she had never expected to hear, was enough to silence her. Staring in disbelief for a moment, Katia was actually frightened by what she was seeing. If the sting of a wolf bite brought on such fear, she could only imagine what it would feel like to be burned alive by the light that was radiating from Mari. Growing silent, her eyes immediately fell to the floor as she was berrated by this new creature that stood before her. This was not her mother, her mother was timid, soft spoken. This being held authority in her voice, a stance that said she was no easy victim.

"I do care! Do you not see the way they look at me? Look at her, the freak vampire with a heart beat. They know I am a freak and no one can ever love such an outcast." she said, her tone taking on a hint of despair. In fact, she was incredibly right. The only friend she had was burned alive to prove a point, that even the nobles could be harmed. Despite having her family, Katia felt woefully alone amongst others her age.

Continuing to stand in her presence filled the girl with a sense of dread, most likely the undead part of her and it's irrational fear of the light. "How can I rule when I am like this? Disliked, stuck inbetween life and death? What if this line dies with me? What if.." she started, it was clear that she thought about more than she let on. Normally it seemed that she only cared about her next kill and what she was dressed in.

[Ghost]

Dameon wanted to throttle Katia at her disrespectful answer to him telling her to watch her mouth, but he held himself in check. There was no need for further violence and besides, he didn't want to scare her. But Marina was his mate---his wife---and it was up to him to defend her. Though, if he was honest, she was holding her own just fine. He couldn't help the chuckle as Marina let her full angelic glory shine. That's my girl, he thought to himself.

Then his eyes softened as Katia raged on. She was hurting, that much was obvious. Contrary to popular belief, he was not merely a soulless, heartless monster who lived to torture his family and he knew how hurt Katia had been when her best friend had been killed as an example to others, something he had not ordered and was in fact still looking for the ringleader behind the move.
"I know this is of little comfort as I am not one of your peers, but I love you Kat," Damon said softly. Though it probably didn't help her much, he wanted her to hear it.

His eyes then darkened thoughtfully as she asked how she could rule if everyone disliked her and she went on to worry about their line dying with her. I did not know that she gave thought to such things, he mused. He had to admit, he was pleased. But she had a valid point.
"You could make them fear you. You are a force to be reckoned with Katia, and you should prove it," he responded. He wasn't really sure what she'd say to that, but perhaps it would give her something to think about and she wouldn't sound so despairing. He hated hearing her sound so lost. Hopefully, his suggestion would help her...

[Merry Noelle Lovelace]

Hearing her daughter's sorrow, Marina let her holy glow dissipate back to its normal levels. The reality was that she could not maintain it for long and she quickly went to sit down looking pale for that display of power, "Katia...I'm sorry you're upset. I don't...know what to say." she was at a lost and it hurt, "Its not my place to tell your father who he should have children with. I don't know what you want me to do. I did the best I could. You're my daughter and I love you." the fact that her daughter seemed to hate what she was and let herself be more her fathers child than her mothers hurt. It wasn't something Mari knew how to deal with, "I'm sorry you're ashamed to have a heartbeat."

"You are a unique being who can understand the light and the dark. You have the ability to walk in the sun and make peace with the other races and lead Sylthanus into a new era of peace and prosperity. That is not something to be ridiculed it is something to be proud of. You have the ability to do great things like your father has and will. You just need to learn how to use your abilities and know where you came from. You have the ability to leave here. Do not treat it so lightly." Mari sat back in her chair and closed her eyes quietly. Trying to make the dizzy feeling go away and push past it for her daughter's sake.

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