Killing Me Softly {Mature}, Stace x Yalin (Jealous? You should be.)

[Yalin]

A night upon the streets of New Orleans?
Hardly a desired way to spend one’s time.

Nevertheless, the harlots and the drunkards and the druggies all seemed to creep out of the walls at night. This…oh, this was the glory that was the Big Easy. A veritable buffet of men, women, boys and girls of all shapes, sizes, ages, and occupations. A buffet. A hunting ground.
Prince Vidal’s hunting ground.

The prince stood in his parlor, waiting on his guest patiently. He sipped a glass of a red liquid calmly, his dark eyes staring at a Spanish tapestry with no small amount of admiration. He had brought this piece over the sea with him so many long years ago. Now? Now he owned a city. He ran the city. He had the police, the mayor, the Louisiana politicians up to the state and even federal level, and the crime bosses in his pocket. No one knew it, but behind the walls and bulletproof glass of that house was one of the most powerful…one of the wealthiest men in the United States.

Except…He wasn’t a man.

Cold eyes stared out of unnaturally pale skin, frozen in place by the loss of his blood. The loss of his soul. His body hung in limbo whilst he deteriorated. This – This was the Requiem.

Large hands smoothed over his short old-fashioned scarlet cape, reveling in the presence of the elaborate golden embroidery. Beneath this, he wore a black suit complete with a red tie that matched his cape. His taste in clothing? Impeccable. Every piece was tailored to the man’s fit frame, accentuating his build magnificently. His hands wandered to his thick black hair, which was slicked back as it had been every night for the past century. His goatee…Ah yes. That perfectly groomed, painstakingly cut goatee. It was perfect.
He was truly ready to accept visitors now, and it was a good thing, too. The doorbell rang, and the prince’s cold eyes darted towards the entrance, his noble Spanish features tightening in anticipation. The boy was late, and Prince Augusto Vidal only had so much patience for that sort of impertinence. With a quick glance down at his golden watch, he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned away, noting that one of the girls was answering it.

One of four that he had. They were slaves, all of them, but they’d been chosen for more than the pleasure and service they offered him. However, due to recent ambition among his little harem, one of his girls had mysteriously disappeared. He would just have to replace her. And, if that boy ever stopped by as he’d been commanded, he’d set about doing that right away.

The girl that went to the door was clad in a formfitting yellow dress, conforming to her master’s strict requirement that those in his house be dressed formally at all times. The dress itself was slit up to her hips on both sides, whilst the front and back extended to the floor. The top scooped low, revealing her cleavage and the majority of her back. Her smooth skin was dark as night…or it had been at one point. Her features were broad and exotically beautiful…her body was perfect. The shape of her muscles and curves were essentially that of the perfect female. Her breasts were neither too large nor too small. There was not an ounce of fat upon her body, and she was every bit as trim – albeit not quite as muscular – as her master. Running a hand over her short-cut curly black hair, she opened the door, her hand resting over a gun that was strapped just above the high slit of the skirt. With a perfect smile (not one so large as to reveal her canines), the manufactured woman opened the door, hoping to see her master’s visitor.

[Stace]

It was time for the next visit with the prince. Rasellus had met with Vidal before, but never at his home. He often pondered what the guy's home was like. Everyone knew where it was, but very few had been inside. While, Rasellus knew why he was going to this meeting, he did not completely understand the need for the extremity. Pretty much all meetings with the prince were held at maximum privacy, but that could be accomplished at places other than in Vidal's quarters.

Rasellus had walked to the mansion. It had only been a few days since he had realized that he didn't live too far away from Vidal at all. It was probably because he tried not to step into the prince's feeding grounds; that was not a very good idea for anyone to do, no matter how well they knew the guy.

The clicking sound of Rasellus' black cane against the ground was rhythmic as he hobbled his way down the drive toward the front door. He slowed his pace slightly as he pulled his phone from the pocket of his suit coat and set the phone in silent mode. It would not do well to have any interruptions during this meeting, especially not on Rasellus' account. The cell phone was secure in his pocket once again by the time he reached the door. Quickly, he tugged on his clothing, making the suit look as nice as possible before he pressed his finger to the doorbell.

It was only a moment before one of Vidal's ladies opened the door, a slight smile gracing her features as her hand took rest on the gun at her side. Rasellus returned a similar smile, while he wondered--as he usually did-- what this woman thought of his appearance. No matter how nicely he dressed and no matter what kind of fashion tips he received from his brother, Rasellus was always hung up on his missing ear and his crippled leg. The thought that he was actually resented by everyone he came with which he came in contact haunted him every time he set his gaze on someone's face. He appraised the emotions this woman was feeling, not finding much that would give away what she was actually feeling or thinking.

"Good evening. Mr. Vidal should be expecting me," spoke Rasellus, the words melting off his tongue in a way that seemed to hiss more than it should for any humanoid character. He had a strange habit of sustaining fricative consonants for much longer than necessary, causing it to seem as though he talked rather slowly and often rather calmly.

[Yalin]

The vampiress purred, "Right this way, Sir. Prince Vidal is waiting for you in the parlor." She began to run her hands over his body, removing his coat rather forcibly as she felt for any sort of weapon. She gleaned no pleasure from it, nor did she pause as she felt around his more private places. It was painfully obvious that she was merely doing her job - nothing more.

When she was satisfied that he was not going to harm her master, she hung his coat on a classic wooden hall tree, her heels clicking on the marble floor of the foyer. Vidal's home was immense, inspired by gothic design, and had pieces of his native country everywhere. The tone of the walls was rich, whilst the decorations were often of dark metal and dark woods. And what else? Oh yes. He probably spent a few million dollars on the mere decoration of his home. He never heated or cooled it, having only the Kindred enter his home, and not very many of those who did not live there.

Upon seeing his guest, Vidal turned, taking another sip out of his glass and extending a hand to the boy. He growled, "I was beginning to thing you were not going to heed my summons, Rasellus." His voice was a deep bass with a thick Spanish accent. He glanced at the black girl and said, "Thank you, Isabel. Return to your quarters and await further instructions, my dear."

Offering his guest a seat, Vidal himself sat in an exquisite-looking over-stuffed red chair. He said, "I need you to find me a woman, Rasellus." He offered his guest no nourishment - he did not expect this meeting to be long. "Now, I don't want a random whore off the street, mind you. She may happen to be a whore, but if she is a random choice, my hounds will throttle the life out of you. No, rather, she must be intelligent and wary. It should be difficult for you to find and capture her. I would also appreciate it if I didn't have to spend a fortune on her improvement, so I would request that you be selective about the way she looks. And for the life of me, she'd better have some fire in her. I don't want someone who has been broken by life on the streets."

Yes, that was very much like the prince in these types of settings. His meeting with his subordinate would be brief, affording the Kindred a very limited look around the dwelling of Augusto Vidal. He was an intelligent man, that much could be said of him. He might be a little crazy, but he was intelligent. Fixing his dark eyes upon Rasellus he said, "Now would be an excellent time to ask questions of me, so do go ahead and ask. Knowing that I've given you the opportunity to do so and you passed it up, it would go ill for you if you strayed from my wishes."

[Stace]

Rasellus had expected the treatment he received from both Isabel and Vidal. He took to every instruction promptly, resisting the urge to move his hands along the woman's body in return. Vidal's idea of perfection was definitely not too far from his own. His gaze moved along the woman's shape, her curves shown well by her attire. Rasellus refrained from shuddering as his mind filled with thoughts of her body unclothed and sprawled beneath him on a silky bedspread.

Once he was in the room, he greeted Vidal with a hand shake and a smile like the one he had used to greet Isabel, remaining silent until he was asked to speak. Rasellus never would underestimate Vidal's power, nor his limits, and did what he could to stay on the man's good side, however slight it may be.

After taking a seat, he watched Vidal carefully, once again trying to decipher any hidden meanings in the other's expression and tone. After finding none, his mind wandered to where he might find such a girl. Immediately he thought of his brother. Laisellus knew a lot of ladies, many of them Kindred and very few of them whores. Perhaps Rasellus could get his brother to have some sort of get together with his lady friends. However, it was always hard for him to get the other to do things. It usually took some sort of trick or bribe, sometimes even blackmail. As soon as Rasellus left, he would contact his brother about it. He quickly stored the thought away as Vidal prompted him to ask questions.

So he pondered the orders in silence for only a moment. "Do you prefer a woman of the Kindred? Or do you wish to sire her yourself? If you wish her to already be of Kindred, do you also have a preference of clan? I only wish to be as thorough as possible," he responded. Rasellus sat up straight, resting his folded hands in his lap as his cane rested against his chair. His gaze was still intent upon Vidal's face, still waiting for the other to betray his emotions and let something go that he did not intend to reveal.

[Yalin]

He watched the man intently, noting how he looked over his servant as she left. With a slight, jealous tightening of his jaw that made him seem just that little bit more formidable, Prince Vidal thought over the man's question, regarding him with (if possible) a colder expression than before. He said, "Mortal - to have one among them that I sired myself will stir up controversy amongst my women. Besides, I need another Ventrue, and I'd prefer it if I trained her myself."

Yes, it was much safer that way. The Ventrue were a dangerous lot, whose only real rivals were the Daeva and the unseen shadows that lurked just outside the borders of New Orleans. The people of his own clan were the most dangerous to Vidal: the nobility, the rulers, the princes. However, this Nosferatu was beginning to tread on shaky ground by staring at his Daeva. Yes, his. Reserved for his use alone. He didn't need the ability to read minds to tell what was racing through the mind of Rasellus.

Prince Vidal did not suffer rivals of any nature. It was rumored that the only reason he was going to tolerate an heir apparent was because his time was nearing an end. It was rumored that he took his blood from the women he kept within his house. Of course, he entered the streets and snacked upon the lives of mortals, but that was merely for show. No, he needed someone he could bend beneath his thumb and train - one of his women was the perfect candidate. Besides, which one among them wouldn't want to go from a slave to a prince?

He pondered all of this for a while, his gaze becoming distant. When he finally snapped back to the present, he asked, "Are there any other questions that you have for me, Rasellus?"

[Stace]

"No, my lord," Rasellus answered, adjusting his position in his seat, his eyes still focused on Vidal's face. "Unless you'll ask more of me," he added. Rasellus was prepared to do as he had been asked. His mind had wandered once again to his brother and what connections the other had. That would be an interesting subject to get into with Eli. Rasellus would have shook his head had he not remembered whom he had his gaze so intent upon.

He waited for his cue to get up. Rasellus would perform no actions without being told, but that did not keep his thoughts from traveling all over the place. The tightening of Vidal's jaw had not gone unnoticed, and Rasellus had to fight off a smirk, doing a marvelous job at it as well, pretending that he had not noticed anything. Vidal was not stupid, but Rasellus could be a pretty good actor if necessary.

It was interesting to think that a vampire of such high rank could get jealous so easily--jealous of such a creature as Rasellus. While he was still of the Kindred, he was, after all, deformed and in some ways repulsive, even in personality. Maybe it was those acting skills coming in handy again that aided his ability to arouse jealousy in this Vidal character. Rasellus didn't know and he was sure that he was allowing his imagination to get carried away. That happened occasionally, keeping Rasellus from staying focused for very long periods of time. It took a lot of concentration for him just to keep his gaze locked on Vidal's face.

[Yalin]

Augusto Vidal shook his head and replied, "No. That will be all...I assume you can let yourself out, yes?" He stood to his feet, clasping his hands behind his back as his gaze flickered to the staircase. Three of his home's other inhabitants waited, eyes glued to the Nosferatu. No, the girls didn't get out much. The Nosferatu that he housed had to be kept under lock and key because of her personality defects. The girl was insane. The Mekhet was standing off to the side, her face a mask of impassivity. She was quite possibly the most intelligent woman he'd ever ment. The Gangrel stood at least six feet tall and was quite possibly stronger than the majority of his Hounds. The Daeva was glancing over the women, her own gaze flicking towards the Prince.

Vidal smiled slightly up at them, shaking his head slightly. The girls almost never got to see any other Kindred besides his staff and himself. Hell, their contact with his staff was even limited. Therefore, when someone entered his home, they never passed up the opportunity to see who from the city was coming to visit.

The Daeva glanced towards Rasellus, her face stony, mimicking the Prince's own expression. Yes, there was something odd about the oddly protective gazes they had for their master, who in turn showed nothing but possessiveness towards their loyalty. Was this what the prince was going to turn his newest recruit into? Quite possibly. But how exactly he intended to subjugate and control his progeny was entirely his own secret. Those who knew were not going to speak of it, and they suffered none to speculate.

The corners of Vidal's mouth twitched upward in the smallest of smiles. He had plans for this next one. No one would be able to guess his mind entirely concerning the young woman he was about to bring into his "family," so to speak. He called, "Oh, Rasellus!" He strode forward a few steps and added, "Have her here by tomorrow night at this time." There was no sense in involving any more Kindred than need be. With that, he turned, signalling for the gawking women to leave, and headed towards some unknown recess of his dwelling.

[Stace]

Rasellus stood when Vidal did. "As you wish," he said calmly, bowing his head slightly as he let the prince move first. He may have spoken calmly, but it had taken another internal struggle to not allow his eyes to widen at his fast deadline. Vidal had been specific about what he wanted and it was not likely that she would be so easily sought out. It was possible that the type of woman he searched for didn't even exist in or around New Orleans.

He found his way back to the front door and put on his coat once again. With one last glance at the room, he was out the door, his cane in one hand, his cell phone already in the other.

<Do you have plans for the evening?> Rasellus typed into his phone. After pressing the send button, "Message Sent to: Laisellus Adair" flashed across the screen.

Rasellus hobbled along down the street, pondering where he should look for women had his brother ended up to be no help at all.

<I always have plans for the evening.> Laisellus replied.

<Plan on visiting the ladies?>
<Of course.>
<Care if I join you?>

There was a short period of time in which Rasellus did not receive a reply.

<You've got nothing better or more important to do?>
<If there is an abundance of mortal women involved in your plans, then I do not.>
<How do you know me so well, Raz?>
<Call it... A brother's intuition? Or maybe I just assume you're a filthy whorish boy.>
<I'll go with "brother's intuition".>
<Fine then. I'll be at your place soon.>

Laisellus had a cheap apartment in the middle of New Orleans. There was nothing amazing about his life that didn't come with being Kindred. Laisellus opened the door just before Rasellus' knuckles came in contact with it.

Laisellus gave Rasellus a half smile and allowed the other to enter. Rasellus leaned his cane against the sofa and took a seat. "You know they really should put an elevator in this place. It's not very handicap accessible," he pointed out.

With a laugh, Laisellus shut the door. "Don't you know that's why I chose this building. I was hoping it would make your appearances less frequent," he responded, moving to stand next to the sofa. "But it appears stairs are no match for you."

Rasellus brushed Laisellus' comment away with a hand motion. "Of course they're not. If I want to see you, I'll brave the stairs no matter how troublesome it may seem."

Laisellus shook his head. "Now what are you really here for? Certainly you're not coming to me looking for something to do? I know perfectly well that you can stay busy if you'd like," he said, crossing his arms and staring down at the vampire on the couch.

"You always assume the worst of me, Eli," Rasellus said, sounding offended. "You can never just accept the fact that I want to spend some quality time with my brother."

"That's because that's not a fact," Laisellus retorted, uncrossing his arms as he began to pace the area on the other side of the coffee table table that sat in front of the sofa. He stopped his pacing and placed one hand on his hip, pointing a finger at Rasellus. "I'm not an idiot, Raz. I know that you're up to something tonight." He sighed. "And I also know that I won't get it out of you. You said you need mortals? That can be easily arranged."

[Yalin]

Within the apartment, there were several women awaiting Laisellus' return. Six, to be exact. Each and every one of them were prostitutes, and each and every one of them were muttering about how they were paid by the hour and how he'd better have the money for all of this. The first one - she'd introduced herself as Lydia - was a pale red-head with freckles dotted across the bridge of her nose and green eyes. However, those eyes that might have been stunning were now clouded. She reeked of alcohol, and there were some...odd stains...on her barely-there green skirt. Her crimson halter barely contained her ample breasts as she sat on the edge of a couch, staring into nowhere. Maybe it wasn't just the alcohol...

The second had called herself Gina. She scarcely looked older than fifteen - and the street life had taken its toll on her. Her heavily made-up eyes were wary of every movement made in the room, and she kept her hands crossed over her tiny chest the entire time. A high-heeled black boot tapped impatiently on the floor as blue eyes flicked up to the clock. A callused hand ran through her black hair - obviously a nervous habit.

The third was standing in the corner, facing outward, both feet planted firmly upon the ground. Her auburn hair was cut short, framing her oval face attractively. She wore a short denim skirt that she had obviously cut even higher along her hips. There were very prominent bruises along her right hip - she'd apparently had a bad night thus far. Black-booted feet were still as she waited, pale and slender arms crossed firmly against her small chest. In the shadows as she was, it was difficult to see if she was even wearing a top. She had called herself Nadia.

The fourth and fifth were obviously twins. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed beauties, they were tall, busty, and curvacious. They wore matching, albeit color inverted outfits of black and white - and of better quality than the rest of the girls present. They sat upon the bed, chatting amicably with one another and largely ignoring the rest of the women. Well-tanned skin and shining hair indicated that perhaps this was not a normalcy for them. Were they just after the thrill, or were they just really well-to-do prostitutes?

The sixth was black-skinned, black-haired, and extraordinarily curvy. She was short - even shorter than Nadia - and well-muscled. Dark eyes stared warily out of her plump face, an occasional sigh of impatience escaping her lips. She hadn't given a name - and no one had yet bothered to ask her.

All fell silent when the voices were heard out the door, each listening intently to what was being said. In the end, though, it was Nadia who broke the silence. She took a small step forward and said, "Hey, I don't know about the rest of 'em, but I double my price for two."

[Stace]

Rasellus nodded. "I knew you'd be a good one to turn to," he said. It was then that he noticed the sound of voices. Well, he had noticed them before, but he assumed that there had been some sort of get together next door. He realized then that the voices were actually coming from the bedroom at the back of the apartment. "And it seems you already have company," Rasellus said, cocking an eyebrow as he looked up at Laisellus.

"Of course I have company. What kind of night would it be for Laisellus Andreus Adair if there was no company?" Laisellus asked, moving toward the bedroom as he spoke, using his arms widely to gesture as he spiced up his short speech with melodrama. "A pretty boring one, I say."

Rasellus laughed shortly. "Just as I said--I knew I could count on you."

"Care to see tonight's collection?" he asked, stopping near the bedroom door which had been closed when he last left the room.

Rasellus stood, picking up his cane and making his way to stand next to Laisellus. "That's why I'm here," he answered, a smirk on his face.

Laisellus turned the handle and opened the door. "Hello, ladies," he said, announcing his entry with a smile, though he was sure they had heard his voice nearing the door. "My brother has stopped by for a visit. And since I don't especially care to see this man unclothed, we're splitting up! Raz, you get first pick."

Rasellus looked over the women in the room as he entered, looking first for the one that might need the least amount of work for Vidal. They were all good looking women so that didn't really weed anyone out. He'd have to look for signs of intelligence and fieriness. His gaze shifted over everyone's faces as he considered them, assessed what they might be thinking.

[Yalin]

The black woman and Nadia were looking skeptically at the two of them from their respective corners. Nadia said nothing more, noting that she had not been addressed even after her outburst. She rolled her eyes and said, "I'm still raising the price. Two hundred an hour - just for the inconvenience. Besides...I highly doubt that two men such as yourselves would find that money hard to come by."
The black woman snickered and said, "Nadia, please. You charge fifty just for walking in a doorway!"
Nadia smirked at the other and said, "Tina, you're not supposed to give that away until after the job is done."

The twins stood to their feet, glancing over the brothers suspiciously. It was very apprent that they were not entirely comfortable with the entire situation - once again, they were probably doing this for the thrill of it all...Or they were rich girls who'd run away from daddy and would soon be picked up by the cops.

Gina was glaring at the twins and said, "Hey, blondies, why don't you just bounce, all right? You don't belong here. Besides - the last undercover cop that walked this street wore that exact same getup. Get out!" She had stood to her feet whilst she spoke, but now she had her arms securely fastened over her chest. "While you're at it, why don't you take Lydia over there and take her to a nice, warm place to go sleep it off. Don't rob the rest of us of our livelihoods. We got kids to take care of."

Nadia and Tina were half-way to the door by the time Gina had finished speaking. No, they were apparently not very set on going to jail that night. Nadia found herself moving to cut behind Rasellus - or attempting to, should he move to stop her. Tina had her sights on something else entirely. On the nightstand, she'd spotted something a tale-tell glint of metal. That was something that could be sold for quite a bit. Nadia saw her movement - No, they couldn't let this trip be a total waste. She needed to distract them.

Nadia purposefully tripped into the brothers, hoping they would pay more attention to her while Tina ran for the door.

[Stace]

Nadia had fallen into Rasellus' arms which he had strategically placed as he saw her "trip". Certainly this girl and the darker skinned one were fiery. The one that had gone off had also bee, but he wasn't as sure about the woman's looks. She had children? How would that sit with Vidal? Plus she had pointed out that the twins may have been cops. Probably not a smart move if you're avoiding cops. The twins were attractive, but they did not stand out, and the woman that Vidal had described seemed like one that would stand out. The other? Lydia? There was nothing special about her either.

His choices of this group were definitely limited, and it was no guarantee that any of them would be fitting to Vidal's description.

Laisellus was generally a pretty quick thinker, and usually pretty observant. If Nadia could pick up on Tina's cue, Laisellus could do it faster. Rasellus had a pretty good hold on the distraction, so Laisellus took his chance to pre-empt the theft that he could see was about to occur.

"Ladies, ladies," Laisellus said, his voice calm as he tried to calm the room a little. He couldn't see it helping much, but he spoke that way anyhow. "No one is getting busted for anything here," he announced. His steps moved him from in front of the door as he moved to wrap an arm around Tina's shoulders. "Especially if no one is doing anything wrong."

It was a long shot, but Laisellus went for it anyway. "If you're not comfortable being here, you may leave now, safe from jail and unpaid, but if you leave with anything of mine that is valuable, you may not make it very far," he said. He was hoping for an angle of reverse psychology to get a few to stay. Even if a few left, it would be easier to make a snack out of this whole thing, and maybe Rasellus would get whatever he was there for.

[Yalin]

There were several things that happened at once. The girl who had done most of the speaking about the cops bolted out the door as soon as the two men were occupied. She was fast, but chances were, if those two were cops, there were more waiting outside. She hardly seemed to care.

Tina managed to get her hands on the firearm just before Laisellus snaked his arms around her shoulders. She ducked, knowing that for him to hold her in such a way he had to have bent forward a little. She slipped around and pointed the firearm at Laisellus. "There, there, Cowboy. This is a good piece. Why don't you just go over beside those two lovely blonde ladies and put your hands on your head, hmm? Make everyone's jobs a little easier: They get a couple of criminals and we get...well, everything on your person. Any cash you have laying around...Credit cards...Checks...things of that nature."

Nadia glared at Rasellus. He'd seen through that. No one saw through that! The fake cop deal never failed...Of course, there was usually only one man to deal with. Her gaze turned very, very cold as she stared at Rasellus, driving her knee upward towards his groin. She would make him pay for this, and she was not afraid to use dirty fighting tactics to do it. Even as her leg moved to cause him a rather unholy amount of pain, her fingers slipped toward his pocket, hoping to retrieve something of value from it. As she moved, she was still processing that this man had inhuman reflexes to catch her as he did when she fell. Oh well, if she acted fast, maybe he wouldn't have time to react.

This whole operation was turning sour very, very quickly. They'd never had to perform an actual armed robbery before. Yes, the whole thing was a fraud - a setup. Everyone was in on it...Well, except the drunk one. She was too plastered to take note of anything.

The blonde girls stood up in unison and the one on the right said, "Come now...There's no need for violence, now is there?" The one on the left added, "Surely there's a peaceful way to deal with this." Either the concern within their voices were real, or they were absolutely terrific actresses.

[Stace]

Due to his reflexes, Rasellus had avoided a collision between Nadia's knee and his groin, also managing in the same motion to keep his pockets from being emptied by her sneaky little fingers. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in close to him. The gun pointed at Laisellus didn't bother him, and it only worried Laisellus a little. Judging by the emotions in the room and the sudden way this whole thing seemed planned, Laisellus realized that something had gone terribly wrong and they were winging it.

Laisellus smiled at Tina and the gun she pointed at him. "Good show, ladies. Care to tell me how you plan on shooting a gun with no ammo?" he asked. He was bluffing, but it still did not worry him that there were still a few bullets. He knew it was not fully loaded, and being the vampire that he was, he would just need a little vitae to take care of a few bullet wounds, not that they would feel good when he received them.

Rasellus was thinking similarly. Even the vitae they spent to heal themselves if it was needed could be easily regained by the small collection of women they had in the room at the time. Unfortunately, they'd have to keep a good hold of the two that seemed to be running the show. He was becoming more certain as time passed that one of them would make a good candidate for one of Vidal's ladies.

[Yalin]

Nadia yelped at the sudden proximity between herself and Rasellus, eyes widening. She muttered, "Damn, you're fast." She squirmed slightly in his grasp, obviously very frustrated with the way things are going. She glanced over at Tina and shook her head no, her partner rolling her eyes.

Tina sighed heavily and said, "Break and run, girls." She covered the twins as they ran to a heavily-curtained window, all of them thoroughly ignoring the drunken woman who had sank to the floor, unconscious. She backed her way towards the window, eyes fixed on the brothers, finger over the trigger. As she slipped out the window, she dropped the gun inside of the apartment, obviously intent upon leaving the other two there.

Nadia found herself alone with the two men and quite incapacitated by Rasellus' grip. She growled, "There! Happy now? You have your gun, you have me, and they're going to get their asses kicked because they didn't meet their quota for the evening. One of 'em has a kid that's going to starve now, all because you bastards can't spare a few hundred dollars." Oh yes, anything could be spun to create the illusion of a noble cause, even armed robbery and prostitution. "So what are you going to do now?" she asked, her hands balled into fists. Yes, she seemed to be prepared to fight them tooth and nail to get away - well, if she got the opportunity.

The drunken woman muttered something incomprehensible, earning a look of thorough disgust from Nadia, who was now thoroughly sick of being so close to Rasellus.