Yellowknife : A Very Good Night

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock kept up with him only occasionally using his arms to help him move forward. It wasn't his fault he was a werewolf after all and he wasn't used to using his full speed in anything but his wolf form.

"I don't care about the silver boy, an arrow to the heart is an arrow to the heart. If you were not to die from that it would hurt and you would have been a liability laying there with an arrow in your heart don't you think?" He stopped as they hit the dead fall and he made a crucial decision he would probably regret later. He stopped and changed as fast as he could and it tore the clothing he had on as he did. It slowed him down half a step but he was far faster and more agile in his werewolf form. He leapt off and actually landed on a tree digging his claws in and springing off again that way he wouldn't touch the dead fall.

"Tell me the address Chris I will meet you there the first chance I can get . I want to know everything, from there we decide a course of action that will be best" He waited to get the location and after he got it he disappeared into the forest. This was his forest and so long as this forest was his he would never be caught in it unaware. If he could get Chris to the safe house he could double pack, create a blind and then disappear out to his second set of clothing. Otherwise it would be a dead sprint out of the forest and that would blow both of their covers.

[Christopher Saunders]

He flashed a look, then a daring smile at the Were at the threat of an arrow to the heart. Quite frankly, either or would cripple and possibly kill him. If this was Ornock’s sense of humor, Christopher found it amusing. He hadn’t been able to retain friends and be certain that they were just that, Friends, and not people interested with his ranks. There was possibilities with this Were.

Christopher kept his course after giving Ornock his instructions. Thankfully no more arrows hit him, because with just a bit of air to create a deflective tail wind, they were flicked off target. Only one other had even come at him, and that made him assume that they had changed their sights to Ornock.

Finally reaching the cabin, he was greeted by about 4 security.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock had doubled back and had made sure to create a blind and he did actually find out it was a group of three people who were hunting them. He couldn't place them exactly because they didn't smell like werewolves or vampires and they didn't move like hunters. Nothing worse then amateurs who managed to get the drop in the middle of an emotional situation. He waited until almost day break when it would be hard for him to be able to hold his form. He emerged out of the forest and turned human and put on his clothes. It was a bit more of a rock scene outfit and he actually went to where the cabin was.

Security saw him coming and seemed to be put on high alert until Ornock got closer and then they could sense that he was a werewolf and then they were no longer on alert, they were in a state of panic. They were sending messages to Chris as rapidly as possible that a werewolf in human form was walking up to the cabin and didn't appear to be breaking stride as he got closer.

"Yo! Nice day in Yellowknife ain't it guys?" Ornock pushed his hands into his pockets and kept walking forward not letting anything stop him yet. "Let Chris know I'm here and then just move out of my way. I don't want to have to hurt any of you all in the line of duty. " His words were flat and just stated as if they were words said every day but the seemed to carry the weight of promise behind them and one knew that werewolves always fulfilled their promises

[Christopher Saunders]

One of the guards shot inside. “M’ Lord, there is a Were outside which requests your presence? Should we let him in, or have him terminated?” He ventured.

Chris was sitting, cleaning his rapier, on a large, plush couch. “Allow him passage. Anybody who harms him is going to get lashed. Make that clear.” Resting the blade in his lap, her ran his fingers over his face before allowing his right hand to rest on the back of his neck.

Upon receiving the message, the Guards cleared passage in for Ornock, all seeming to have failed with the promise of punishment if he were to be harmed.

The inside of the cabin proved interesting. Tinted black windows hid sunlight. A large plush couch and a couple recliners were positioned in the room around a large hearth, which now burned warm. “Welcome back.” Christopher called, nodding to a seat. He picked up the blade slowly, inspecting his cleaning job.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock had never broken stride hitting the first line of guards roughly the same time Chris told his guards to stand down. Ornock had taken his hands out of his pocket and it was clear that he had been prepared to force his way into the building. As he entered he noticed how dark it truly was. He almost laughed remembering Vampires and their weakness to sunlight. He saw the seat and shook his head immediately looking through the room and the various adornments and decorations.

"Look, I lost manners about 20 years ago so I am going to cut straight to the point. I am going to tell you this right now. I'm here for as long as I choose to be. There is no titles with me and I hold no reservation in killing these idiots you call guards. My reason for being here is to kill the man who killed your father, whether that be the entire Blackraven clan, the sanguine or cryptmaw hunters, the Vhampir , the Akoto, the Gallu , that stupid group of werewolves the united or whatever the hell their pulling their dicks to today, I'm here for that one reason. " Ornock had his back to Chris the entire time he made this speech. He turned to Chris and a violent rage shone through his eyes that would have intimidated almost anyone not of preternatural existence.

"I am also going to lay down a couple of terms to my being here. You can have as many guards guarding you as you want but when it comes down to it the more of us there are the more likely we are to be noticed. A vampire went through this town about three days ago and his scent is strong still for me and he wore some annoyingly french cologne. " Ornock kept looking at Chris. "If we have to move only at night we need to start the hunt tonight unless you have other ideas for how this hunt should go. "

Finally Ornock's stance let up and he almost sat down but thought differently on it. He looked at Chris and then his eyes softened to that of something of a normal humans. "Now, if you would please, tell me what happened to your father and mother and tell me what you know of the incident and what you have uncovered so far"

[Christopher Saunders]

Chris nodded his head, listening. I lost manners about 20 years ago so I am going to cut straight to the point. He smiled faintly at that. He wished that half of the Court and Lord bull-shit would just cut to the point, it might make things far easier and far more efficient. Though, even as High (Boy) Lord, that would prove a damn near impossible task, even for him. Some people just didn’t care to change.

“Ornock, why do you think I left security to remain back at the cabin, granted I had to sneak out, but still.” He nodded in agreement though, his logic coordinating with simple common sense.

He perked up at the mention of a Vampire with annoyingly French cologne. “Did you see him at all? Tall, graying hair, little circular glasses?” It was clear that Chris knew the Vampire if that was the case. Was it possible it was Tullio? But then again… What if Tullio had been the one to do it? The one who wanted to take over, and had intended to kill him as well? His eyebrow knit together at that thought, face turning stormy at the thought.

He leaned foreword upon Ornock’s request, resting the rapier on the table, eyes going hazy, to a different time, a different place. Some Vampires could get lost in memories, going into such trances, but view could be coherent enough to speak during them. “We were returning from a trip to Wales. We had just switch vehicles, taken a new driver, and were only about 5 miles from the town where we had proceeded with the switch. I remember the driver, I am certain he knew nothing. My Father and Mother were sitting to either side of me in the back seat, our backs being to the front of the car..” He cleared his throat, running a hand over his face. “It went off. Under the front hood, it had to be. But all at once there was nothing by inferno. The security in the vehicle behind us flooded out. A fire manipulator stifled the flames enough for the bodies…” He sounded choked for a moment, a rare sign of vulnerability in him. “And me.”

Abruptly, Chris stood, and pulled his shirt over his head. Vampiric muscle adorned his front, earned from excersise and staying with the slow rate of body change that vampire aging brought. He turned around, bringing his back to the man. In stark and violent appearance, marring the skin, was a long, wide patch of burn scars across his lower back. “I was left with these and a limp.”

[Ornock Wulfierr]

"Messy work. Had to have been remote activated from the way you said it went off. It couldn't have been on a timer. " Ornock looked for half a second at Chris and his scars and nodded. He wasn't being rude he was just indifferent to the injury for some reason. He paced the room for a few seconds taking it all in.

"Any leads? I never got a look at the vampire who came through here but what is the coincidence of it being another vampire with annoyingly french cologne coming through Yellowknife?" He walked over to a window with that one and peered out. He couldn't see much with how dark the tint was but what he did see let him know they were covered pretty well with the security guards ranging out in various directions.

He turned to Chris and for once his eyes shone with the violence promised for these people who had killed one of his friends. "How far are you willing to take this Chris? What if another vampire clan had conspired to kill your father ? Are you prepared for clan war? Do you have the necessary skills to lead your people to victory if it comes to that? Do you have enough allies?" Ornock turned back to the window and seemed somewhat satisfied with himself. He was forcing the issue the whole way, seeing if Chris had the necessary conviction to do what it would take to get his father justice if it was as Ornock feared.

[Christopher Saunders]

Christopher put the shirt back on and stood still as a statue as he leaned against the far wall. “The leads we have are enough to say it was likely that it was an inside job. And the vampire in which you speak of. It sounds as thought Tullio must’ve been through here after all. He was one of my Father’s best friends and an advisor, although I heard he never really ever took advice.”

He inhaled a deep breath, considering the questions. “I want the murderer found and brought to justice. The punishment I’ve made for a monarch is assassination of the killer on the spot.” He locked his jaw, defiance and blunted authority in his gaze. “I am young, but I believe so. I was also trained for battle, not just politics. My Clan is fairly large, and we coordinate with the Gallu.” Slowly, he lifted the rapier, inspecting it once before striding across the room and putting it back in the family crest display. By no means was it a toy, or an unsharpened display, but this proved more useful and stealthy a place to have it then sheathed and slid in some dark corner.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock shook his head and looked back at Chris. He walked to where he was at and his gaze seemed to bore deep into Chris for a moment. "You must understand that every life of your clan members that dies is your fault, the war will be your fault by your own desire to avenge your father. Are you prepared for the loss of life that your desire is going to create?"

He started to exit the room as he looked back at Chris before he left the room . "Come get me tomorrow. Think about what I said and then tell me if your ready. If your ready we are going to pursue this all the way through. There will be no room for questioning yourself or even stuttering in your steps. We will take this fight all the way through. We will kill everyone who was involved with the death. If your not ready for that, let me know and I will seek this on my own " With that Ornock left the room and almost seemed to disappear before Chris could say anything to him. The guards didn't know which way he went but the head guard had a slip of paper with and address and a time saying 'If your serious. I'll be there'

[Christopher Saunders]

Christopher sat down. He stayed like that for the longest time, finally asking that Gina, who was one of his accountants, bring in a wine bottle mixed with blood. He needed to relax, and clear his head.

Was it worth it? He found himself asking this repeatedly. Was it worth the risk? The cost of the lives that could, and possibly would, be lost? Terribly he wanted his Father’s killer brought in, but would the rest of his Clan agree? He could of course force them, but was that the best way? His thoughts shifted course in the midst of those thoughts. Who had done it? Who? Was it feasible that Tullio, of all people, had done it?

Christopher gowled, getting a headache. He’d make his mind up in the morning, but he was fast coming to a single conclusion: his vendetta was not best solved by throwing away his Clans’ lives.

After a few hours of a long and restless sleep, he woke up to dusk. Yes. He wanted the killer dead. But no, he didn’t want his Clan to suffer because of it. He had his ways though. He’d heard of an assassin from Clan Blackraven, a woman by the name of Donavon. Unfortunately, after he got out of the shower and double checked the address, he was informed that she was with the Banglaire. Well son of a bitch.

As he dressed, preparing to go to meet the man an idea came. The Were had offered to do the killing himself, what if he were to accompany him? Christopher wore a pair of jeans once again, and a zip up jacket over a tee shirt. Commoners clothing again. Soon though, it would be time to meet Ornock.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock got up the next day strapping on all the gear he needed for a few day hunt. He even put on a back pack to hold his clothes he would need as a human. He was counting on Chris chickening out once he put things the way he did. He wanted to do this hunt alone because he was faster alone. No one could keep up with him at night and during the day he could walk out in plain sight, catch a cab, steal a car, ride a bicycle. Any and all options were open to him.

As he finally neared the meeting site he found a spot off tucked into the side. What did he care about a clan war to be honest? If he caused any of the clans to turn on the Moroi he wouldn't mind nor would he really bat an eyelash at their particular fate. He knew what was right for him and what had to happen. Perhaps if only Chris had that resolve would Ornock look at him like he was a true ruler and not a boy. That was the problem with Vampires in Ornock's mind. They lived forever as far as he knew so they never felt the need or urge to hurry or commit to a course of action. Hunters only lived for so long and as far as he knew he was set to die any year now. He had never heard of a werewolf living as long as he and as far as he knew he was the oldest among his kind.

It was odd for Ornock to have these thoughts and it reminded him that he must be extra careful for he wanted to die in battle like his kind were meant to. Not living to be some old grandpa who had sired over four generations of pups. To him that seemed liked a cowards way to live and the fact that so many of his kind had chosen to do this over the years had almost disgusted him to the point of waging war on his fellow werewolves. In fact if he hated one group of werewolves more then any other it was the ones calling themselves "The United". Who were they to be going around speaking for his kind? What gave them the right? It was a breaking sound to his left that broke him from his thoughts as he heard a group of teenagers past.

Ornock finally just went into the bar and sat down in the darkest corner ordering a beer and waiting for his royal boyship to come to the bar and show himself and his decision

[Christopher Saunders]

Humans like choices, but don’t like to make them. Chris thought that several times on the walk to the bar. The very same when for almost any species, especially vampires as Ornock had thought.
He ran a hand though his hair, making certain of his final descision. This would work best. Entering the bar, it took him a moment to scent the Were, the distinctly woody scent, for lack of better word, just… there compared to the various human odors.
He slid into the side of the booth opposite Ornock, eyes seeming to have aged over the course of the previous hours. “I believe I have come to a decision.” He said, leaning back in the booth. Several of the waitresses, and even a waiter or two, looked as though they were about to get into an argument to see who could come serve this mysterious man with skin fair as ivory. One started to approach, but he waved a hand: tonight wasn’t the night.

He turned the golden ring on his left hand in the midst of his final thoughts.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock didn't say a word. He just watched the boy king and took another long swig of his beer. The man had waved off his favorite waitress and he waved her back over with the hand sign of one and what looked like a misshapen K. Two minutes later the waitress quickly came back and placed a mug, a really large mug, of Killian's Irish red in front of Ornock. Ornock finished the bottled beer and then started to drink the Killian's that was set in front of him. He drank as if the boy had not even sat there and it was becoming obvious that Ornock was waiting.

After several seconds of the boy's pause and the twisting of the ring Ornock finally spoke up. His voice came out smooth and rather kind for the internal emotions on the inside of him. "Your not going to do it. I understand, your clan's lives mean too much to you and blah blah blah blah. " He downed the entire mug of beer in what looked like three gulps then set it down with a thunk and shook his head slightly. "To be honest, I knew you wouldn't be able to. Your a vampire and you are only willing to go so far as to risk a couple people's necks in your pursuit. Not your own and most definitely not your entire clan. " With that he pulled out a large wad of bills and dropped two twenties on the counter and got up.

"Well, I'm heading out kid. This town has nothing else in it for me. Perhaps we will meet up again somewhere down the road. But as it is, if you ever find your father's killer you will probably already have found me with my claws sank all the way into his spinal cord. See ya around kid, perhaps some day you will be the half the ruler your father was " He started to walk away at that point. Hiding the smirk that was on his face and making sure that Chris didn't catch any hint of amusement that was in his voice.

[Christopher Saunders]

Christopher cleared his throat. “What gives you the idea I’m giving up? I never said that. I am not going to give in as easily as everybody suspects.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. “No, I won’t risk my entire Clan, but after considering it, and looking through some older files this morning, I think I have an idea of who did it, and they were originally from the Moroi.”

The Were was fast trying to play on his temper, that was becoming obvious. Jedgements became spurred when that happened, by sheer personal desire. And he was not going to let that happen. "'Half the ruler my Father was?' We shall see." He locked his jaw, sidestepping past some of the drunken teens. He himself barely looked old enough to the humans to be in here, but he didn't care about that either. Ignorant little idiots, that was the only way to describe them.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock didn't look behind him as he smelled and listened to the kid walking behind him. "What are you doing kid? If you go with me your still going to ignite the clan war. You don't seem to understand yet do you?" He finally exited the bar after pushing past a couple of burly looking guys knocking them to the ground. He didn't even blink an eye, or even alter his breathing to do it.

After he was outside he started heading north. Making sure that he followed the scent. When he was outside of town he would transform into the werewolf and take off at his mile eating pace. He was sure he would find the man with in four days from the pace that the man had set for himself .