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"Wrong. My parent's were peacekeepers for the region that he was in at the time. They were his negotiators and were trying to help him!" she yelled angrily, she couldn't believe that he was trying to defend the man that killed her parents. "I don't care if me has award winning pies, he is a murderer! Those people don't deserve to be put through the life he has thrust upon them" she glared at him now.
"And he didn't deserve it either," Magnus said, "Now, do you have any material, a necklace he owned, candy he stole from children?"
Emily gave a disgusted look and pulled a chain out of her pocket, on the end of it was a small pouch with a ring inside. "This was his. I got it a few years back" she told him and tossed it of to him.
"Will that work?" she asked him curiously
Catching it in a second, letting it pop out of air and into his hand, Magnus examined it with a thoughtful eye, "Cute," he said and slid off the counter, leaving for his study--which he surprisingly had despite all the inaccuracies. Magnus lumbered out with a dusty, locked chest and began working the handles manually. "Dried bison fat," he said, eyes scanning the contents, "And wolfsbane."
Setting them out, he took out a piece of black chalk and began drawing on a white piece of bristol board. The cult circle looked vaguely familiar from where he knelt.
Placing the ring in the centre, he took a knife from the pack and slit it across his palm, letting his blood drip in three areas.
Emily watched as he walked into a different room and wondered what it was that he was going to get until he walked back in with the chest. She watched quietly as he pulled all the things out of the chest knowing not to interrupt him. She didn't really understand warlock magic and tended to leave it alone but in this case she was greatly in need of help. She was especially surprised when he cut his own hand and immediately knelt down beside him worriedly. She wasn't an expert but she didn't think warlocks had supernatural healing. She took his hand and pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and lightly wrapped his hand, this being the first sign of compassion that she had shown in years and yet it was still so instinctual for her to help him.
"Magic requires sacrifice," Magnus explained his eyebrows shot up under his bangs, "Some spells demand human heads on an alter, some a love lost."The circle became engulfed in flames under his hands, lighting his eyes and hovering his hair. The whole apartment dimmed into night for a moment before the lights flickered back again.
He dug three fingers to its side and chanted something lowly in demonic tongue, the sound like earlier's fire.
Still knelt, hair over his eyes, he snapped his finger. The ring swerved in the air and zipped to her. His fist was clenched and shaky, his other hand rubbing at his temple.
In the dark, empty apartment, his voice sounded hollow and grave, "I should take it back."
((Ah, I missed your continuation!))
((It's cool))She caught the ring and held it in her hand looking at it for a moment before putting it back down on the floor and returning her hand to it's earlier position over his injured one without realizing it.
"I know that, but at the same time I cannot allow you to hurt longer than necessary for my cause." she told him honestly. She had known enough to know there would be a price, she had just figured he would have expected her to pay it. "I could have paid that sacrifice. You know that I would have it you had only told me" she told him, her voice thankful and annoyed at the same time.
Finally she sighed. "Take what back?" Emily asked quietly. She had never actually witnessed a ritual done by a warlock before. To be honest she was a little afraid of and for Magnus right now, and didn't even realize that she was holding his injured hand between her own, even with her conflicting feelings right now.
"Only warlock blood works," he said and looking at her now with his vastly inhuman eyes, "Why do you think we don't like doing things for others? Now," he closed the ring around her hand, gently and firmly, "When you wear this, you will feel a magnetic pull towards where your Vladimir is. You will be able to follow him and him to you. The problem is who finds the other first," he found himself whispering. Shaking his head like 'don't do this to yourself'.Magic had only one similarity to the Bible. It was filled with nasty stuff like people having their eyes cut out and their sons being burned alive.
"You never specified your payment. Was it a I'll think of it at a later date kind of thing?" she asked him, whispering as well, looking down at the ring promising that she would get as far from his place as possible before she used it, she didn't want to implicate him in this anymore than he already was. "You know I will pay you" she told him honestly her voice still no more than a whisper.
The look he gave her was heart meltingly painful, all the worse with pleading kitten eyes. "There's nothing I want," It was almost ironic, bitter. He got to his feet, tugging at the bandages on his hand, curling his fingers around the wound. "Now then," And said it like it was one word, "Get out of my house."
"But ... You said you didn't do anything without some kind of payment" she protested standing up and swatting at his hand fixing his bandage again. "What do you need then?" she asked him. She hated the look he had given her, somehow in the time that she had been here he wormed his way through her cold hard walls, and they were down now, as soon as she left though they were going to return, to harden again, and she just wanted to make him feel better. That was all that mattered right now, because that single look had told her a million things about him.
It was his turn to look disgusted, "I just sealed your suicide. The suicide of a little girl who thinks her mother wanted her daughter to run into a pack of hungry, cannibals with a hundred years of experience and you expect me to ask for a favour? Do you have ANY idea how much it hurts to know that you caused this," he thrust his hands out to charred bits on his floor, "Get out of my house. I don't want to remember you like this."
Just like that her walls were back and she sneered at him. "It's for the best anyway. You just go on leading your pathetic life, being locked up because you are to depressed to do anything else, just like all other Downworlders. You are the disgusting ones" she flung her words at him as if they were knives that could actually hurt him. She turned on her heel and walked out, slamming the door behind her. She stormed quickly down the stairs and didn't look back for an instant as she headed to the institute, forgetting her umbrella and hoodie in Magnus' apartment, though she didn't notice nor did she care.
~~Scene ended~~
((Oh man. I feel terrible for her saying that to him!! So now what to do .... hmmmm .... think .... think?))
((Well, how did the hunt go? Well she get allies to fight with her? Will she do it and survive a whole hundred vampires from every year he makes them? The stakes are raised to heaven.))
((She fails of course, I mean that is a whole lot of vampires protecting Vlad. She goes alone.)) ((What were you planning for Magnus?))
((Like did you have anything specific or special planned for him?))
Slapping a hand to his head until it clawed into his hair, the bandage falling away and leaving traces where the hairs got into the wound, grimacing in pain. Magnus Bane shed no tears.
Jean Vanier once spoke about a psychiatric hospital where hundreds of neglected, severly disabled and deformed children lay on cots, an epidemic. "There was a deadly silence," Jean Vanier had said. "Not one of them were crying. When they realized nobody cares, that nobody will answer them, children no longer cry. It takes too much energy. We only cry out when there is hope that someone will hear us." [From Jean Vanier's 'Becoming Human']
In his childhood, his father had done terrible, inhuman things to make him admit to his Satanism. Once his demonic ways had lead his mother to mortal sin (suicide, a truly selfish thing), that had been the last straw. The Hebrew Bible condemned sorcery. Deuteronomy 18:10–12 states "No one shall be found among you who makes a son or daughter pass through fire, who practices divination, or is a soothsayer, or an augur, or a sorcerer, or one that casts spells, or who consults ghosts or spirits, or who seeks oracles from the dead. For whoever does these things is abhorrent." No matter how crappy his childhood had been, it didn't stick to his heart too hard.
Magnus stomped off to the bathroom. He foraged for his makeup cleaner, upon palming it, Magnus scrubbed his face red. Holding the towel to his face, he stared back at himself with hands paused, pressing there.
What he wanted back was Alec. He wanted to kiss him against a wall and pray him better. But his shaky resolve and the seriousness of what he'd said beat him back into depressed submission of acceptance. Kneel ye all, see forth the new code: Ferocious cowardice.
Summoning a stick of eyeliner, Magnus did each eye precisely, with what felt like Persian warrior paint only without the thick, black beard and cone crown of silver molten. Hallowe'en colours would be a beautiful add on to his new mission, Magnus found his glitziest orange sleeveless and pumpkin leather pants.
He drew on a coat on each shoulder, stretching his fingers into built in fingerless gloves and swept out the door, locking it in his wake.
He planned to be the Bonnie to her Clyde.
((Yup. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valourous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.))
((LOL, so are you saying they are going to be a couple? Because Bonnie and Clyde were a couple :P ))
((Now way, I want someone to roleplay Alec at some point. That guy's kick-ass. XD I just think it's more of a 'let's go rob a bank together' sort of relationship. Here I am quoting V for Vendetta.))
((Yeah I know the V for Vendetta thing :P Lol I do love Alec. I shipped Alec and Magnus from the beginning, like when they first met, because I just knew Alec was homosexual))
((Other then the sexual exploits, I always thought of Magnus and Camille's relationship as just the same 'Let's go rob a bank together' sort of feel. Skipping through a field of flowers away from pitchforks and flaming torches! Ha, the honeymoon--let's go kill my fellow vampires together. Okay honey!))
((Gotta go, we'll fulfil this vengeful prophesy. I'll try to touch up on my character and voilà! Let's fill this vendetta!))
((Also, he said he'd be the Bonnie which means the girl. XD))
((Christmas is so near, I've finally had the opportunity to shop.))
((Alright. Let's make this legendary. Where to begin?))
(((Hmmm. I'm not sure. Maybe somewhere in NYC that he was at, like she just misses him and Magnus shows up?))
((The thing is, Magnus' ring brings the vampire to her as well. It leads them to each other. She's the only one who knows this side of the magnetic pull.Who gets to the other first is the key.))
((ahhh.... well... I don't want her to die, and she's going to fail, but realize (for some reason or another haven't decided yet) that the revenge isn't worth it))
((We're going to have to kill a few vampires, though. Magnus has before, I'm sure. Vampires and fire... Well, maybe she decides to scout the area but never use the ring.))
((So, basically, you have the High Warlock of Brooklyn on your side. If it went that bad, he could probably revive you. Now heavily injured... that's still uncertain.))
((Lol. Well I have to go :( ))
((I made that up as well but the Ukrainian physicist part is true.))