Freaking Me Out

[Idrial]

Mitch admired the mess that exploded over Judas's chest and his hand, the lads human-like panting was a cute touch and an eerie grin grew across his face. Mitch slowly pulled his cock out the young vampire's ass, his mess dripping onto the sheets as he crawled off the bed and proceeded to grab Judas a towel from the bathroom. Mitch had a small towel in his hand, throwing a larger towel it onto Judas's chest so he could clean himself up.

"Clean up. I have one more thing to show you tonight," wiping his hand and cock clean before tossing his own towel on the floor. The maids would get it sooner or later. Crossing the floor to grab his sweat pants and pulled them over his legs before exiting the room, waiting for Judas to clean up. Sitting down in one of the chairs with his elbows pressed against his knees.

[Saiketsu]

He laid there as Mitchelletto retracted himself and contemplated leaving as soon as the elder vampire turned away. The high was gone and their cocks were spent - no need to stick around. It would be easy enough to just slip back into his jeans and shirt, his shoes untied until he got into his car. He could ignore the wetness dripping out of him until he showered at his own condo, ignore the decisions he had made while high as a fucking kite, ignore the satisfied ache of being in Mitchelletto's presence like this, the need for fulfillment as his fledgling.

But Mitch's words and the towel made it clear that his sire had other plans. Judas did as he was bid and wiped himself as well and as quickly as he could before he found his jeans again and stepped into them. As he buttoned them, zipping his fly, Judas responded coolly to his sire's demand.

"I'm not high anymore." Mitch had told him that the high would be short, but there was no way that he would have guessed it was that short - minutes? A half hour at most? He missed that bliss already, the euphoria replaced with darkening thoughts of regret and an apathetic nihilism that had defined his nights for the past several months. It was a wonderful high, one that he craved immediately, red flags flying somewhere in his mind. "Whatever you're thinking isn't going to work."

[Idrial]

"You do not need to be high to wield Obfuscate," his gaze flickering upwards the same time he continued to speak, "Obfuscate works through a combination of ambient, low-level mesmerism. Observers can see us but their minds choose to ignore it. Witnesses walk by without batting an eye and unconsciously move out of the way if you obstruct there path and rationalize their behaviour if pressed."

Mitchelletto used an ability that was far beyond his fledges reach right now but he would get there, using Vanism Mitch disappeared and reappeared in front of Nikolai and his position had changed. His left leg was across his right leg tucked against the chair, his hands sitting pretty on top his left knee, and a little smirk on his lips, taking in the lads expression and then continued with his speech.

"It affects all five senses but you will learn to mask the sense of sight first, and it does have limitations. You can not block a doorway and maintain Obfuscate against someone walking through it. Violent actions, pickpocketing, raised voices and weapons raised to strike all jeopardize Obfuscate. Pick your moment," he warned his fledge.

"Along with Corrosive Vitae you will work to wield Cloak of Shadows which is a lesser form what I did, and you need to learn the basics," he explained before the young vampire opened his mouth. "Standing still you can blend into your surroundings long as you have some kind of cover, make no sound, and don't move. Only mechanical and supernatural means can find you," this was the young vampire's first test and possibly the last if he failed in progressing his abilities.

[Saiketsu]

Something about what he said sounded too familiar to ignore, and Judas' interests in what Mitch had to say about the powers he supposedly had were piqued once more.

"I can already do that," he responded quietly, unsure of whether he wanted to acknowledge this lunacy further. Judas had been able to blend in with his surroundings in a way for at least the last fifty years and figured it was just a normal thing that eventually occurred as he aged. He lacked the ability to reference any other understanding than his own, having no access (or desire) to a sire or anyone else who would be able tell him anything at all.

[Idrial]

Mitchelletto's left eyebrow popped up in curiosity at the lad's statement, no training at all and yet he thrived without a Sire. A wicked smile crossed his lips. Planting his left onto the ground, his hands steeped together handing between his legs and he leaned forward in his chair.

"Well since you are so resource-" there was nothing, not a damn sound. Mitchellettos lips continued to move but his fledge could not hear him speak.

"Anyways," his voice returned. "This fun little trick completely silences the user, nullifying all sound made by them. However, this only works on people within earshot, and it does not fool microphones or other electronic sound detectors," making sure his fledge was paying attention before continuing.

"Unlike Obfuscate in general this works only on the sense of hearing, but in exchange, it operates more robustly. A vampire has to make a lot of noise to break this silence. You can silence your footsteps, clothing, minor collisions, and other sounds of their person. This makes you undetectable if an observer can only notice them by sound, for example on a different floor of a house."

"This ability does not eliminate the sounds the user makes outside of their personal space, throwing or dropping objects, slamming doors you get the picture. The official name is Silence of Death," finally standing up from his chair.

"You have one month. When you come back we will put your skills to the test. See how far you can get. Annnnd I'm going to break your nose. Laurent might get wary if you exit on camera unharmed." He would break it to the demon later, right now Mitch would enjoy the success he achieved all for himself.

Mitch sent a hard jab to the young lad's nose, a solid crunch could be felt underneath Mitchelletto's fist and he had to contain a smile. The fledge was free to go. Mitch did not stand in the way of the exit. He wondered how far Nikolai/Judas would get on his own? Would he be able to show some degree of control? Or would he crash and burn with the concept? The twin persona Mitch had felt lurking inside his fledge made him believe he could, his clan a mess but that did not mean he could still build a legacy that would rival all others. Caring more for the clan's teachings and less of the clan itself.

[Saiketsu]

Judas listened as Mitch explained the new skills he was expecting to master over a month and was about to protest when the elder's fist struck him hard and faster than he could follow. With the crunch in his face came a brilliant shock of light and heat that travelled into his cheekbones and forehead. Judas staggered and almost fell backwards with the force of the strike, managing to keep his feet beneath him by sheer luck.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He shouted at the other, his hands covering the majority of his face as it swelled with freshly consumed blood. Red leaked down his nose and his words sprayed the stream into spatters against his palms. His entire face throbbed, the same amount of blood pouring down the inside of his throat as down his mouth and chest. He looked at Mitchelletto incredulously, as if he had also broken his word. Hadn't they just agreed not to be fucking assholes to one another?

Fat chance.

He wanted to fire off another comment but the aching in his face was all-consuming and numbed his desire to speak, lest he make it worse. Instead, Judas found his shirt and the remainder of his clothing and took off without a second glance at Mitchelletto, intent only upon getting back to his apartment and drowning himself in the shower.

[Idrial]

Mitch shook his head and looked up at the ceiling for a brief second, returning his gaze to the boy scuttling about the room, "Laurent can not be suspicious," he snapped back before his fledge exited the room. Him and his damn selective hearing, why the look of shock on his face? No matter, he would return. Mitch was certain of that fact. There was a reason why Mitch gave him one month to complete his task, he needed time to prepare for his assignment from his recent employer.

A small cruel smile emerged on his face, this event would horrify the city, bringing down whatever confidence left in the cities security forces. To bring fear and chaos to the streets, the tension between citizens and elected officials would be afoot, and the trust would be broken among the people. The first move in a long game of chess, it needed to be subtle and multiple people would take the blame. It would take a long time for anyone to figure out the truth, and once they did, it would be too late to fix tha damage.

Relationships would break, alliances would fall. Fighting among themselves like rabid dogs, pointing the finger at one another when none were to blame. Mitch had stepped freely and undetected between the domains of the Camarilla, Sabbat and the Independent clans, this is his playing field. The game of deception and fabrications came to him as easy as blood from a mortal's neck flowed into his mouth. He did not break character and like a chameleon, he was always changing shape. An insidious laugh escaped his lips as he pulled a map of the city from a drawer, sat down in a chair and began his homework.