A Vampire Masquerade

[EarlyMorninStar]

As she felt herself being lifted, Clara only held onto Lazarus until her saftey was confirmed (for the most part). As soon as she was pulled over the edge, the girl was rather greatful for the solid ground beneath her. She unclamped herself from Lazarus almost immediately, and put a safe amount of distance between her and the well.

She did not listen to the conversation that was to occur between sire and fledge. Rather, her mind drifted to the argument she had originally had, desperately wishing to be back with Toren and her own sire.

Silently, Clara had begun to edge away, hoping for the lack of conflict. Even though she wished to protest, yell, and rant... she held it in. There would be more time for that within the saftey of her own home.

[Trillian]

Lazarus was content dealing only with his fledgling, alternatively thanking Garrick and blessing him for saving him before snapping that if he hadn\'t\'ve taken on with that silly female, none of this would\'ve happened.  Likely Clara would be able to slip away undetected, if this was her wish
 
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Torren, meanwhile, had finished packing and was looking forward to staying with Rebecca and Clara (well... with Clara) at Rebecca\'s mansion.  He\'d managed to fit his entire life into two suitcases and a carrybag, items which would travel well with him in a carriage.
 
He still worried for his beloved, hoping that he\'d done the right thing to give her time, hoping to find her at the house Rebecca had invited him to stay (after his suggestion was made).

[EarlyMorninStar]

Clara was none too relieved as the attention was not upon her in the least. She did not hesitate before easily slipping away from the last two vampires whohad caused her enough trouble for one night. After that, a fight with Torren and Rebecca seemed rather welcoming.

The girl finally exited the park with such a brisque pace, thatshe hardly even noticed where she was going. All she wanted was the security of someplace she knew. And with the sun due to rise soon, she had no other option but to return to Torren\'s dwelling.

Though, with her earlier escapades, she was hardly complaining as she made her way up the front steps, recalling just what door he would be found behind. She was expecting to be greeted with a rather large mess and quarreling, but as she approached the higher floor, she heard none.

A million options running through her mind, she moved to grasp the doorhandle, before moving inside the room. Inside, she was not met with the mess she had been anticipating. Though, perhaps they were not anticipating the messy state she was in, either.

Her hair was falling out of its pins, and even her outfit had small rips and tears in it from being thrown so ungracefully in the well. She looked tired, and none too happy, other than the prospect of being there.

And without a word spoken, Clara moved to the small couch she had previously been sitting on, before letting her body fall back into its cushions with a deep sigh.

[Erebus]

Rebecca had grown bored with sitting when Torren left her to venture into his rooms, so went after him. She\'d watched silently from the doorway as he closed the last of his suitcases up and then held a hand out for one as the vampire tried to juggle all three. They might have more strength than five mortal men together, but their arms did not grow any longer when they were turned. It was easier to make it through doors as well.
 
She led the way through his house and to the street where her personal carriage waited for them. After loading everything into it, they both returned to Torren\'s apartment and after demanding a sheet of paper, quill and ink, Rebecca quickly scribbled a note for Clara to find if she returned before they did.
[INDENT]Clara,
 
I am escorting Torren and his belongings to the mansion. We will try and return before the sun moves across the sky again. However, if you wish, there is enough coin on the table for you to hail a carriage and meet us there.
 
We send our apologies we could not wait any longer to assure ourselves with our own eyes that you are doing well. Be safe.
 
Rebecca and Torren

[/INDENT]She\'d signed with a flourish and then handed the quill to Torren to sign as well after he deemed the note to his liking. Folding it and then pulling from her dress money for Clara, she put both the letter and coins on a table near the couch.
 
That had been an hour ago and they were only just reaching the grounds that cradled her expansive home within rolling green pastures and burbling creeks. It was like being transported to another world, one a person could retreat to and pretend city life was only a nightmare.
 
Rebecca sighed and pulled aside the curtains hiding this view from Torren.
 
"Home," she said with a small smile. "Is it to your liking?"

[Trillian]

"It\'s lovely," he said blandly, "but something\'s missing."
 
He was worried, his arrival into Clara\'s life had been both wonderful and terrible, enveloping her into his home and then driving her away with his arguments.
 
How he wished he\'d taken chase after her, and now as he arrived, how he wished he\'d waited back at the apartment for her.
 
It seemed every decision he made that did not take him to her, would be filled with regret.

[EarlyMorninStar]

It took her a moment after her arrival to finally notice the piece of paper that was placed upon the table. A sigh fell to her lips as her eyes were closed. They were not there...

Inwardly, she was almost frustrated that they had left without her, but the morning would be soon. For a moment, she thought that perhaps... Rebecca had gone home and Torren had run off...

Though, as her curiosity sparked, she lifted the paper, making sure to push the small coins away from it. Her bright green eyes fell over the written script slowly, as her gaze paused upon Torren\'s signature for a moment. Another sigh fell from her lips.

"Well, I suppose I should get going then..." Clara muttered softly, retrieving the coins that were left for her, in hopes of grabbing a cab. She walked towards the door, taking one last glance at Torren\'s home before closing it behind her, walking slowly down the stairs.

She was not fond of walking alone that night, especially after what had happened to her earlier, but there was no other option. She walked out into the warm night air as her eyes scanned the grounds for a waiting cab.

And she was in luck.

Walking to the cab, she told the man the simple directions to the mansion, and climbed inside. Within the confines of the cab, and with the sudden movements of it, she sighed to herself. She lifted her arms to pull out the pins that held up her long tresses, running her fingers through it slowly. It would be a short ride, but all she wanted, was to be home.

[Erebus]

((XD The ride took Rebecca and Torren an hour. Did Clara pick up a speed coach?))
 
"Indeed, there is, but she will return to us soon enough," she said as the carriage came to a stop before a stone-paved walkway. Without waiting for assistance, Rebecca slid from the carriage and gestured with an imperious hand for the driver to deliver Mr. Torren\'s belongings to the main hall entrance.
 
"Come along," she said over her shoulder, then sashayed toward the great cream colored front of the mansion.
 
She led him through an archway filled with lush greenery and vines, coming to a stop before two vibrantly red doors. "Remember what I said about the servants," she said, opening them.
 
As she spoke, she walked - and expected Torren would follow. "To our left, through the great room and past the kitchen - as you can see - are the rooms you may choose from. They are all decorated individually, but if you do not like the appearance of the one you decide on, feel free to steal any items you do like from the others. That includes bedding, candles. Whatever pleases you."
 
She did not bestow upon him the location of her room or Clara\'s.

[Trillian]

Torren noticed the lack of information about where Rebecca\'s and Clara\'s rooms were, simply because he wanted to know the latter. He was not so tactless that he would ask, however, for it would be improper for a gentleman to inquire after a lady\'s room - not that he thought Clara would care, but Rebecca certainly would.
 
Offending the woman who\'d agreed he could stay in her home along with her charge was not setting on the right foot. Smiling, nodding and thanking her, he continued the conversation in the same vein as she\'d pathed.
 
"I\'m sure whatever style you\'ve used to decorate will result in a tasteful room," he complimented, "if the appearance of the house and hall is anything to judge by.  I might choose a temporary room quickly before I make my final decision, for it won\'t be long before the sun rises."
 
He observed any life nearby, if there were servants, pets or possibly Clara through the front door. He knew it was wishful thinking, to have her with him again tonight to finish the conversation they\'d started before Rebecca had interrupted them.

[EarlyMorninStar]

Ooc|| Whoops. x3

Clara sighed softly as she fell into the rythm of the moving carriage, rather tense, for she knew sunrise would come all too soon. Yes, she was cutting it short in her ride home, and perhaps she should have taken a second thought into staying at Torren\'s residence for the night.

Now, she found herself willing the driver to move faster, as her green eyes peered through the small window that was provided. Settling back against her seat, she took to nibbling on her lower lip gently as the time continued to pass by slowly.

\'Damnit...\'

[EarlyMorninStar]

Ooc|
Um... Did this... die?? -pout-

[Trillian]

OOC: I\'m waiting on Erebus, the muse is being cruel to Jay.  I\'ll ask if the Jay doctor can post a little something/anything.

[EarlyMorninStar]

Ooc|
Ah. Okay. I thought ya\'ll left me. x3