Hellfire: Bloodborne - A Weekend Affair

Valkyrie

War
Birds of Prey
Real Name
Ashley Oldenburg
Missions
518
Ability
Ability to instill self-doubt, turmoil and intimidation
The Red Queen’s Suite

There was a mischievous glint in her eye when she suggested they get back into bed until they needed another shower. But then she remember that fucking breakfast. ANOTHER fucking event. And the last thing she wanted to do after last night's episode of Real Housewives of the Hellfire Mansion.

Savage wrapped a fluffy towel around her and was drying her off, but even that didn't calm her down. She stomped her foot angrily. She just wanted a semblance of normalcy again.

Savage: “Soon, My Ashley. Soon they will be gone, and we will be on the way to our hunt.”

She took a deep breath and met his eyes, then let it out slowly and nodded. He was grinning like a kid in a candy store, which made her smile too. He had that effect on her - no matter what she was feeling, she calmed around him. She half wondered if he didn't have a little empath in him.

Savage: “Do you like road trips, My Queen? It will be a few hours to drive. But if you would rather, I can arrange the helicopter to take us.”

She paused, and thought about it for a second.

"I don't think I've ever been on a road trip."

Her brow furrowed quizzically as she thought, then brightened.

"But I've seen it in movies. Ooh! Can we go to one of those old diners, and get waffles and pie and chili?"

This trip was going to be even better than she'd been imagining. She stepped forward, bringing her hands around his waist to wrap them both in the towel.

"No helicopters. It's just going to be you and me on this trip."
 

Berserker

'bout to show you what Hell looks like
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Aleksander Hallbjörn
Residence
New York City
Missions
974
Ability
Strength
Hellfire - The Red King’s Suite

Haleigh's body pressed against his, and he felt like he'd never wanted her more. And then he damn dress arrived.

"The next person who interrupts us gets their arms torn off."

He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Slowly."

It was almost over. Well, the European stuff anyway. Of course, there was a whole big pile of other shit waiting after that, but he was trying not to think about it. That was par for the course. She mentioned going to a safehouse, and he told her it wasn't too late. And it wasn't, really. He'd do anything to protect her.

Haleigh: “What a proper pregnant housewife you would make of me!”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, his hands still playing at her waist.

"You? A housewife? Never."

He feigned thinking for a moment.

"But you, relaxing (for once) while I rub your feet...long soothing baths...reading bedtime stories to the babies...not so bad a life."

But he knew she would never go for that. That wasn't her kind of living. And he could see the whim pass from her mind.

Haleigh: “No.... I will not surrender ground to Cameron and his little mistress. He thinks he can punish me, parading her around here, her and that illegitimate child, but I won’t be terrorized by him or her or anyone else.”

His expression changed, becoming more serious. He reached out and took her hand, giving it a squeeze.

"I won't let him terrorize you. Him or Elena. She means nothing to us."

Haleigh went to retrieve her outfit from the servant, giving him a smirk.

Haleigh: “Would you be my escort for breakfast?”

"I don't know..."

He mimed looking through his appointment book.

"I was thinking of seeing if John had a date. He was looking mighty fine last night."

He grinned.

"I think I could take Ava."

Haleigh, course, had undone her robe in preparation for dressing. He looked at her appreciatively.

"Now, that's just playing dirty..."
 

Savage

Frenzied Beast
Real Name
Arthur John Savage
Missions
97
Hellfire -- The Red Queen’s Suite

He stopped what he was doing abruptly when she said she didn’t think she’d ever been on a road trip. He looked up at her quizzically, his head tilting to one side.

“Never?? But you’ve lived so long!

He interjected, but his confusion was replaced by excitement when she seemed to be open to the idea. She asked if they could stop at a diner for a rather odd assortment of foods. He grinned and nodded.

“I know just the place, off the Columbia Turnpike in Schodack. My Queen may have whatever she likes.”

He replied, as she began to wrap her arms around his waist. She declined the helicopters, saying it was just going to be the two of them. He reached to tuck some of her hair behind her ear and then his fingertips traced down her jaw to her chin.

“Just you and me, on your first road trip. When we get to cabin, we must celebrate. I shall put a fire in the backyard pit, and roll out a bearskin rug. Under the stars, we will mate, until the wolves howl with us.”

He lifted her chin to kiss her mouth, and lingered in it a moment.

“I will be looking forward to it all day. But first, breakfast.”

It was their only obligation before departing. Savage was ready to get it over with, and so he grabbed a second towel to expedite drying himself off. He was glad to have moved over to his Queen’s suite, it saved him having to go back to his old quarters to get dressed as he used to. Nobody said anything about dressing fancifully for this event, so he threw on some jeans and a red flannel shirt, then pulled on socks and stuffed his feet into steel-toed boots which he didn’t bother to lace up.

“I heard there was open seating, so you won’t have to put up with the little bear at all. We can sit with the d—“

He cleared his throat, catching himself before calling the European White Queen ‘the dead thing’.

“Juliette and Liam, if it pleases you.”

It would stifle his appetite, but he wanted to make the effort to do as she had asked, to make nice with her new friends.
 
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Scion

Twisted Metal
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Haleigh Davidoff
Residence
Hellfire New York
Missions
2,412
Ability
Earth Elemental; Technokinesis; Strength, Resilience, and Immunity due to the TO virus
Hellfire -- The Red King’s Suite

He threatened to dismember the next person to knock on the door, when the arrival of her dress for breakfast interrupted them yet again. It was so sexy when he spoke of violence, she was starting to wonder if they could be late for breakfast. She mentioned rethinking his safehouse offer, and he sold the idea again, this time with chocolate. She laughed that he’d make a proper housewife of her, but he understood she would never be that, even if she tried.

He pitched a couple more ideas, relaxing foot rubs, long baths, reading bedtime stories.... they were a bit appealing. But she wouldn’t let Cameron’s mistress run her out of her own home, and she declared as much. He took her hand reassuringly and agreed, that he wouldn’t let it happen, and that Elena meant nothing to them. She nodded and split off to get dressed.

She asked him to escort her to breakfast, untying her robe as she did so. He jested that he’d see if John was spoken for, and that he could take Ava. Haleigh rolled her eyes, though she smiled all the while.

“Hilarious. I guess I’ll just have to go stag, then. Or maybe I’ll see if Zach and Brienne are interested in a third wheel....”

She suggested, her gaze sliding over to him with an eyebrow raised. She caught him eyeing the gap in the front of her robe. He claimed it was ‘playing dirty’. The most devilish smile crossed her lips, as she draped the dress over the arm of the sofa and then guided her robe open further.

“Is it?”

She asked, not so innocently, and then she slipped the crimson silk off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. They could definitely be late for breakfast. She turned her body more towards him, giving him a better view of her naked form, watching his eyes with a perverse glee. Her hand traveled slowly from her neck, down her breast, to rest on her hip.

“What are you gonna do about it?”
 

Fathom

Leviathan
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Heidi Scarborough
Missions
65
Ability
Omega Class Water Elemental
Hellfire -- The White Knight’s Chambers

The captains of the Guard were in her living room this morning, discussing with her the matter of the security they were coordinating for the arrival of the White King’s guests Elena and Carolina. There were various modes of transportation being used, each which required different tactics, and separate threats to account for.

On this issue, there was a clear split beginning to form. A couple of the captains felt it necessary to account for the possible threat the White Queen posed. Others were begrudged to be tasked with protecting the other woman, when it was their Queen they should be standing beside. As the White Knight, it was her responsibility to make the calls and ensure orders were carried out.

“The King’s command is to protect the Estrada woman and child throughout their journey and upon arrival at Hellfire. Our Queen has given no objection, as yet. I’ll speak with her to confirm. You all have your assignments, set about them.”

Heidi felt she was swimming in stormy seas. She did not want to contravene her King or her Queen, and she did not like seeing this disunity in the Guard. Their public quarrel last night at the party had been bad optics, but after hearing what she’d missed while she was away, it was no wonder the whole Inner Circle had been on edge. Unfortunately, now there were problematic developments as a result. Men who were siding with the Queen, and men who believed the King was the aggrieved party. All were looking to Heidi to see which way she’d sway.

She gave them no indication either way, and in fact stubbornly maintained the narrative that there was no reason to be choosing sides at all. She watched them shuffle out, and then checked her reflection in large round mirror by the door. An adjustment here and there, a minor touch up, and she was ready to meet Jack in the hall on the way to breakfast.
 
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Madame Masque

Unknown
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Adriana Nefaria
Residence
New York
Missions
4
New York — Blackwell’s Asylum

Adriana was playing chess with Audrey, the extra autistic girl. Quirky though she was, she probably didn’t belong here either, but the girl’s parents were morons. The two of them together didn’t match Audrey’s intelligence, but poor Audrey was afflicted, as everyone else here was in some way. Audrey seemed content to play this game all day long, with whoever would sit across from her, and apparently didn’t care if her obsession led others to call her crazy. She was better at chess than Adriana had originally assumed, and so they often played to pass the time.

Once, Adriana had provoked the girl, sliding all the pieces off the board abruptly just to see her reaction. She seemed to be such a meek little mouse, but that was not the case. The girl had gotten physical with her, and fought like a wounded animal, much to Adriana’s amusement. There was a wild strength in such a tiny frame, and complete disregard for causing harm. She was clearly a danger to others, which was why she’d been stuck here. After the ward attendants stepped in to stop Adriana from breaking the girl’s bones, Audrey had reset the board exactly as it was from memory, and only after it was set right had she calmed. Adriana had been confined to her quarters for the rest of the day. But that was ages ago, when Adriana had still been seething about being committed, and she used to lash out.

The one who’d put her here was dead, evidently at the hands of her very own daughter. Adriana would be sure to thank her when she saw her. She hoped the new Queen could help her, or at least refer her to someone who could. She itched at the nape of her neck, where the chip had been injected. It suppressed her abilities, made her a normie. Despite her vehemence, the doctors would not allow her a new CAT scan, they only made her look at the pictures they were given by Diana. She would have murdered them all if she wasn’t powerless. Instead she’d had to pretend to accept their ‘treatment’.

It had taken a long time, but Adriana had them all convinced now. She was healed! Granted, there’d never been anything wrong with her in the first place. She was NOT crazy. But it had been a trial. She’d had to give up on persuading the doctors that she wasn’t supposed to be here. She’d had to act like they were ‘helping’ her. It was brutal, but she made herself feel better through playing with the other patients. They were all easy to manipulate, once she took the time to figure them out. She practically ran this place now. They were all her marionettes, the crazies, the shrinks, the orderlies. Not a single one knew it, either. She was going to beat them at their own game.
 

Silver

Red Queen
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Bretta O'Malley
Residence
Hellfire Estate - London
Missions
90
Ability
Faerie Magick; Invisibility; Enhanced Strength; Immortality
Hellfire Club – Black Wing

:: Bretta may have been heading for the Black Wing, but her mind was still focused on what was currently happening in her soon-to-be vacant suite. She may have arrived with a Bishop, but she was going to leave with a Princess...as well as a Prince. Alastair, who didn’t give a damn about timezones, had given her former Rook, Damien McAllister, news of his promotion early that morning. Bretta wasn’t mad about it per se; she had just thought that they would give him the news together. Bretta was up long into the night having a frank talk with her King. Together, they had come to the conclusion that Damien proved himself worthy of being called Prince. They also had a long talk about what needed to change in the Red Court. Even though Damien was now a Prince, he would be pulling double duty as both a Prince and a Rook. Their Knight would be pulling double duty as both a Knight and as Bishop. When Bretta had left, Damien and Cassandra were having a video conference call with both the Knight, Faith, as well as the head of the Red Guardsmen. Damien had wanted to hit the ground running and he also wanted to introduce Cassandra to the various security protocols and whatnot that the Red Court had already established. Of course, Bretta and Alastair were of the same mind that they were going to transform their Court into a better one. Part of that transition would be to just keep things as they were, people-wise. Bretta didn’t feel the need at the present moment to add to their ranks. After saying hello to Faith and the head of the Red Guardsmen, Bretta headed on out. The last thing she heard as she closed the door behind her was hearing laughter. ::

At least Cassandra has been accepted by our Court. That’s a win right there.

:: Now Bretta was free to focus on the moment at hand: making sure that Ava was okay after last night. She strode along until she reached the entrance to the Black Wing. She stopped and smiled the guard. ::

“Good morning. I was wondering if either Ava or John were available at the moment. I want to make sure that the Black Queen is okay after last night’s...events.”

:: She folded her hands placidly in front of her. ::

*politely*: “I can wait.”
 

Orion

Ambassador
Birds of Prey
Real Name
Zachary Armani
Missions
588
Ability
Empath
Hellfire - The White Wing

Zach could tell from the way she’d agreed to ‘consider’ His proposition that Haleigh was going to agree to it. If she’d been against it she would have turned him down flat. He knew her well enough to know that the more she considered it, the more she’d see it was an opportunity she could not let pass. He wouldn’t even have to appeal to her emotions.

That was probably for the best. It was a sincere challenge to appeal to Haleigh’s emotions, even for him. She was not an overly emotional woman. But deep down he knew she did care, about him and a few others, though when it came to him, there was a special bond. They’d been through a lot together, and done a lot for each other. He rarely asked anything of her, but when he did it was important to him, and she always came through.

He breezed down the Red Wing Corridor on the way back to his suite, feeling lighter than air. He stopped in the foyer where the three Court wings joined, drifting over to the Black Court’s side for a moment. There were waist high vases on either side of the entrance to the Black Wing, with long stemmed jet black roses aplenty. Zach pulled the most beautiful buds he could find, until he had a dozen in his hands.

He brought them back with him as he went back to his own suite. He passed Heidi in the hall, talking with the European White King. There were some very interesting emotions coming from that alcove. Neither Heidi nor Liam gave any indication that they knew he was even there.

He found Brienne sitting on the bed, a bit reluctant about something. He couldn’t help but grin as he knelt in front of her and brought the bouquet from around his back. He looked up into her eyes with delight as he offered her the roses that were all as black as ink.

“For my future Queen. Are you ready for breakfast?”
 

Madame Masque

Unknown
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Adriana Nefaria
Residence
New York
Missions
4
New York — Blackwell’s Asylum

“Cindy, you’re much too loud.”

The split personality was sobbing again, screeching that she’d miss Adriana, that she’d die if she was left alone again.

“You aren’t alone even when you are, and you’re disturbing the others. Look, Linda is hurting herself again. She hates it when you wail.”

Linda was indeed hurting herself. Off to their left, the old bird was slamming her forehead onto the cheap tile floor so hard it was clear she wanted to knock herself clean out. The orderlies stopped texting long enough to rush in and stop her, as the television continued on, watched by others who either didn’t notice the commotion or didn’t care. The crying one had started to giggle cruelly, her sobs now a sniffle.

“Oh good, Celeste, you’re back. How you put up with Cindy, I’ll never understand. She’s such a baby.”

Celeste was Adriana’s favorite, of the split personalities. Celeste was the most lucid, and the most wicked. She was the closest thing Adriana had to a friend in this wretched place, and the girl was a stark raving lunatic.

Celeste: It’s not like I have a choice. I’d be rid of her if I could. I’ll miss you too, you know. Who will I talk to after you’re gone? Brittany was fun to toy with, but now she’s dead. All I have left is you.

“And Cindy, and Cynthia, and Cecilia, and Charlene. You won’t be lonely. And I’ll visit.”

Cynthia: You swear?

Clingy Cynthia, who believed swearing was some kind of unbreakable pact. Celeste was obviously mad and now giving the silent treatment. Celeste acted annoyed by the fractures of her psyche most of the time, but Adriana didn’t believe she really wanted them to be gone.

“I swear. If you’ll stifle Cindy until she stops squealing, I’ll visit often.”

There was no more of the crying personality. Adriana’s thoughts drifted back to Brittany. She had been fun to toy with, but coaxing her suicide had been entirely necessary. The little snit had gotten too nosy and taken to trying to eavesdrop on her approved visits and even her secret phone calls with Ettore Testa.

Her father’s consigliere, Ettore had stuck by her through it all. He’d come to visit, and he knew the truth. He’d kept her informed of Malice’s moves and her father’s demise. He’d continued to consult with her on the business, he was her lifeline to the real world. He’d smuggled her in things over the years, like a cell phone so they could talk on an untapped line. It was her most cherished possession, and it would be confiscated as contraband if she were to be caught with it. Brittany had to go before she had the chance to tattle. Adriana’s only regret was that sobbing Cindy had been the one to find the body.
 

Valkyrie

War
Birds of Prey
Real Name
Ashley Oldenburg
Missions
518
Ability
Ability to instill self-doubt, turmoil and intimidation
The Red Queen’s Suite

Savage was always asking if she liked certain things. Alek never asked her what she liked. AJ seemed flabbergasted by the fact that she had never been on a "road trip".

Savage: “Never?? But you’ve lived so long!

Helena would have killed him for making a statement like that, but Ashley just shrugged.

"If I was going somewhere, I was going somewhere - it never would have occurred to me to drive around in an automobile for fun."

But from what she remembered from movies, she thought it might be fun to do, as long as you liked the person you were with. And, of course, that was no problem here. She started to get excited, thinking about how the people always stopped at little out of the way diners to eat greasy food and big pieces of dessert. Exactly the things she liked.

Savage: “I know just the place, off the Columbia Turnpike in Schodack. My Queen may have whatever she likes.”

Her arms came back around his waist. She loved it when he took charge.

"You take such good care of me, my wolf."

She smiled up at him, her eyes closing briefly as his fingertips touched her face.

Savage: “Just you and me, on your first road trip. When we get to cabin, we must celebrate. I shall put a fire in the backyard pit, and roll out a bearskin rug. Under the stars, we will mate, until the wolves howl with us.”

He kissed her then, and she could feel it through her entire body. She sighed.

"Sounds perfect."

Savage: “I will be looking forward to it all day. But first, breakfast.”

That made her grouchy.

"Yes, breakfast."

She pouted. Not that she had anything against eating breakfast, but she was tired of - oh, what did Alek call it? - schmoozing.

Savage: “I heard there was open seating, so you won’t have to put up with the little bear at all. We can sit with the d—“

Her eyes searched his face, interested to see who he would suggest. The new guy, maybe, to get him more on her side than Alek's...

Savage: “Juliette and Liam, if it pleases you.”

She raised her eyebrows. That was a surprise. It was no secret that AJ detested Juliette, and by extension, Liam. And she knew what it cost him to make the suggestion. She wouldn't belittle it now.

"That would be lovely. Thank you, AJ."

He was (a bit overly) enthusiastically getting dressed, so she pulled a simple dress from her closet and slipped in on with some strappy heels. She twined her arm around his, and with a smile, they made their way towards the Great Hall.

"Not long now," she whispered as they entered the room.
 

Berserker

'bout to show you what Hell looks like
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Aleksander Hallbjörn
Residence
New York City
Missions
974
Ability
Strength
The Red King’s Suite

Alek wasn't sure how he managed to remain in the conversation once Haleigh untied her robe. It showed just enough to tantalize but not enough to satisfy. He teased her about thinking about escorting John to the breakfast rather than her.

Haleigh: “Hilarious. I guess I’ll just have to go stag, then. Or maybe I’ll see if Zach and Brienne are interested in a third wheel....”

His eyes narrowed, not completely convinced she was joking, while her's raised in a sexy move he was pretty sure she must have practiced in a mirror at some point, so alluring it was. It was playing dirty, teasing him with her robe open like that, and he said so. Of course, she just widened the gap every so slightly.

Haleigh: “Is it?”

And then the robe was on the floor.

He swallowed, the sight of her stirring his body into action. There was no embarrassment from her - nor should there be - and he found her bold confidence incredibly sexy.

Haleigh: “What are you gonna do about it?”

He gave her a half smile, one side of his mouth turning upward, his eyes having just a slight crinkle at the corners, while he took a slow step forward. He undid the button on his trousers, watching her the whole time. He licked his lips, already imagining the things he would do to her. He couldn't help himself, when she looked at him that way.

He unzipped the suit slacks and let them fall to the ground. He paused, giving her the same long moment to look at his body as she had given him.

And then his hands were on her, sliding quickly down her back and cupping her buttocks, lifting her as his mouth hungrily took hers. He carried her to the bedroom, his mouth not leaving hers, the feel of her bare skin against his own, not needing his eyes to know where he was going.
 

Madame Masque

Unknown
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Adriana Nefaria
Residence
New York
Missions
4
New York — Blackwell’s Asylum

The sound of helicopter blades made Adriana shudder with excitement. It was usually the sound of sanity, when Ettore came to visit and she could talk to someone normal. But today it was the sound of freedom as well. She was being released at 8 am, and he had come to collect her, a couple of minutes early. She let Audrey win, she was so ecstatic. Adriana coolly slid her chair back and stood, as an orderly came over with her old confiscated purse full of all the personal things she’d been forced to surrender when she was committed.

The helicopter pilot asked her where she wanted to go, when she boarded. The salon, because she couldn’t show up to Hellfire looking like this. Her hair, once sunlit honey, had become a bland light brown color under the florescent hospital lights, over the years of not being allowed to even sink dye her own hair because the orderlies said some poor fool might try to swallow the chemicals in an attempt to hurt themselves or put it in someone else’s food in an attempt to cause pain.

The rules in this place were all born of paranoia. It was truly a padded-wall kind of asylum. There were no sharp objects allowed, even all the edges of the tables were rounded off. They weren’t permitted to have their own clothes because there might be belts or strings to strangle with, or buttons to choke on. The boring grey linen scrubs they made the patients wear weren’t flattering in the least. She would be ashamed to be seen like this, but with Ettore she felt comfortable enough. He’d seen her this way for years, and still paid her frequent compliments. He smiled at her now, and it was almost arresting.

“I’m so grateful you’ve come to pick me up.”

Grateful enough to kiss him, though he was at least ten years her senior. She sat across from him in the cabin instead. He might think her crazy after all, if she acted impulsively before they even properly left.

Ettore: You know I wasn’t going to leave you in that horrible place a moment longer than necessary, or make you take the grimy old ferry back to the Manhattan.

Ettore had a deep, gravelly voice and still rolled his Rs like the imported Italian immigrant that he was. He reminded her of her father, though he had always been much more accepting of her than her own father. When he’d told her about her father’s death in prison, she’d shed bitter tears, but not for the reason people assumed. She didn’t really miss her father. His death was beneficial, even, except that she’d never get her vindication. But If someone told her Ettore was dead, she would be grief stricken and vengeful. He was probably the only person she felt that way about, but then he was the only person who remained truly loyal to her.
 

Fathom

Leviathan
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Heidi Scarborough
Missions
65
Ability
Omega Class Water Elemental
Hellfire — The White Wing

She crossed paths with Liam on the way, and for once he didn’t have that little vamp attached to him. She smiled warmly when she saw him, and stopped to chat. Heidi had been his Bishop in Europe for years, and quite fancied him. He was intelligent, and handsome, and he had brought her down from her exile amongst the stars. For that, she would have given him anything he asked, though she wouldn’t betray her new Queen Camille, who she’d become immediate friends with.

Sometimes she dreamt of him, even now. Seeing him again had reawakened a long denied desire. The power that must be rippling beneath his skin.... it was no small task to pull her Essence from the cosmos. In her dreams she was in her true form, and he shed his human appearance too, to become the nuclear energy he harnessed. In her dreams their union was an ecstasy no mere mortals could experience.

He was kind to her, still, asking how she was faring here, if she was happy. He lamented what Archer had done, expressed satisfaction at the Black King’s death, and wished he could have gotten away with doing it himself. He offered her a position on his court again, the Princess position. When his hand touched her forearm, it felt electric. If it weren’t for Jack, Heidi would have been pleased to give Juliette a lethal dose of her own medicine.

The thought of leaving Jack made her melancholy. Sure, she could easily swim across the Atlantic to see him whenever she wanted, but the distance would still make a difference. What she felt for him was more than a passing lust, it was not something that could be ignored like her passion for Liam or the memories of Zach. She respectfully declined Liam’s offer, and could tell it surprised him a little. He told her the position would remain open to her, in case she changed her mind.

She kissed his cheek, wondering if she was making the right decision. There was once a time she would have forsaken any man for such a prestigious position. And certainly the predicament of the American White Court would no longer be her problem if she went back to Europe. But there was Juliette to endure, and even if she met a timely demise, Heidi had grown loyal to many of the people here. Liam kissed her forehead and went back to his guest suite, and Heidi set her contemplations aside as she glided on towards the Red Wing. She remembered quite suddenly that she needed to stop by the Gardens and check on the falcon Daniel had given her, so she turned down the hall to the commons and made a quick detour.
 
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Scion

Twisted Metal
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Haleigh Davidoff
Residence
Hellfire New York
Missions
2,412
Ability
Earth Elemental; Technokinesis; Strength, Resilience, and Immunity due to the TO virus
Hellfire -- The Red King’s Suite

Alek joked about escorting John to breakfast, which earned him a smiling eyeroll from Haleigh, plus a threat that she might see if Zach and Brienne wanted a third for their little lovefest. His gaze scrutinized her, clearly trying to see how serious she was being, and she raised an eyebrow at him in return.

He accused her of playing dirty, based on the opening of her robe in preparation of getting dressed for breakfast. She pretended like she wasn’t aware of the effect she was having, even as she upped the ante. She practically dared him to do something about it, knowing he wouldn’t disappoint.

He was the man she knew him to be. The man who didn’t waste words when he could take action, the man who would, truly, rip the arms off whoever interrupted them now. He dropped his pants and paused, so she could take a look at him. Her gaze traveled down his body and back up again, with wicked glee to see that junior was well on the way to being ready. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation as her eyes locked on Alek’s once more.

He crossed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, and his hands were on her, strong hands that lifted her as if she weighed nothing. His touch made her skin sing and her body scream for his. Her hands slid up his arms to grip his shoulders. When his mouth found hers, she kissed him back feverishly as he carried her to bed. She didn’t think she could wait that long. She reached down between them to grasp hold of him, to stroke him and guide him inside her. She settled her hips down onto him, throwing her head back with a loud moan of pleased relief.

“Oh, fuck yes!

Her heart racing, her body tingling, she felt more alive when they were joined than any other time she could remember. She smiled wickedly, giving him a little squeeze within her, her legs wrapping around his waist so she could pull him closer, deeper inside.
 

Liam Forbes

White King
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Liam Forbes
Missions
52
Ability
Nuclear mastery (fusion, fission, transmutation); Gravitational manipulation
Hellfire - The White Guest Suite

Heidi had turned him down. That was a surprise. He’d thought for sure a Princess title would be all she needed to hear. How he was going to convince Juliette to agree to it, he hadn’t known, but he didn’t think Heidi would require any persuading. Seeing her again reminded him of what he’d lost in the coup. Camille had been lost long ago, but Heidi had been a good Bishop and should have been retained.

It made him a little jealous to see the American White King get mildly possessive of her when he brought her up. Liam had brought her here, if she belonged to anybody, it would be him. But he didn’t want to trap her, and he was willing to let her go rather than see her miserable under his command. He told her that she could be his Princess any time she changed her mind. He would not give the position to another for as long as he lived.

He went back to his suite to find Juliette sipping blood from a glass in the dark. Her eyes, usually a shade like milk chocolate, had changed to a bright amber that glowed and gave her position away. It was normal for them to lighten up when she fed, but he was accustomed to seeing them more bronze. The remarkable brightness and the radiance of her smile made him wonder just who’s blood filled her cup this morning as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

Juliette: I vent to see ‘aleigh and she geef-ted a case of ‘er own ichor.

Ah, mystery solved.

“It went well then, I take it.”

Juliette: Vell Enough. Archair trussed us up for dzem. Ve ought to call ourselves lucky not to be too badly abused. Dzough.... ‘aleigh insists dze must ‘ave control of SubZero.

“Funny, Cameron neglected to mention that.”

Juliette: ‘e cahn-not be trusted, Li-ahm.

“Not entirely, no. But I am interested in seeing if he can put his money where his mouth is in regards to a boast he made to me. He says he can hand the city’s power grid over to me in no more than six month’s time.”

Juliette: Do not get your ‘opes up too ‘igh.

He promised he wouldn’t, but he could hardly help himself. It wasn’t just the money. The power grid was a city’s lifeblood. If it was his, he had the clout to make any demands of the city officials that he wanted. It served him very well in London, Paris, Rome, and Berlin. If he got a foothold in America.... the thought was arousing.

Juliette: Dzere ees von more dee-velop-mont. Ve vill ‘ave a new Black King.

This morning is just full of surprises.

“Who, pray tell, made such a strong impression on Brienne?”

Juliette: Zahk-airee Armani.

Haleigh was going to let her prized pony go? Liam smiled and shook his head. It was more amusing than anything else. Zach was only a threat to ladies loins.

“Well we can’t tell Bree a damned thing, so there’s no use in wasting our breath. Are you ready for breakfast?”

Juliette: Oui.

She replied, draining her glass before she set it down. She pulled up her hood to shroud her face, and donned gloves to protect her hands, the only parts of her skin not covered by the rest of her clothing. Then she grabbed her glass again, refilled it, and handed him the bottle. It was hot in his hands, as if the blood had just been drained. He tucked it under his arm to keep it from cooling, and off they went to breakfast. No sooner had they passed the threshold into the Great Hall than they were approached by a servant and invited to sit with the American Red Queen and her pet puppy (as Juliette called him).
 

Madame Masque

Unknown
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Adriana Nefaria
Residence
New York
Missions
4
New York — Blackwell’s Asylum to Manhattan

She expelled a relieved breath as the helicopter lifted off, taking her away from her prison. She was free, finally. She was going to have her revenge on that little would-be usurper Gia, at last. It was the malice in her heart that had kept her going all this time, that kept her sane. The malice, and the rapport with Ettore.

She glanced down to see Split C staring up at her, watching her go, arms crossed and hair whipping under the torrent of wind created by the chopper blades. Was it guilt she felt a twinge of? Couldn’t be, though she was the reason the woman was stuck at Blackwell’s, in an indirect way. She had sent the call girl to seduce the former White King in retaliation against the former Queen for her father’s imprisonment. Diana had fractured her mind as punishment.

At the salon, they restored Adriana’s hair to a nice spun-gold blonde, and applied makeup to a face that hadn’t been allowed it in years. When they were done she felt like herself again, and looked like herself as well. Ettore presented her with a large but flat rectangular box, embossed and decorated cardboard, the kind for clothing. She opened it to find exactly that. It was a pristine white, with a strapless bodice and a black belt across the waist.

“You bought me a dress?”

Ettore: Not exactly. I know how.... active... you are.

“It’s even the right colors.”

She marveled as she opened it up for further inspection. It reminded her of a keikogi, a very sexy one, though. Not at all regulation for any of the martial arts she practiced. It reminded her of her strength. She favored him with a smile and went to the bathroom to change out of the staid gray crazy girl pajamas she’d been made to wear at the asylum. When she emerged, Ettore beamed at her, holding his arms outstretched.

Ettore: Madame, you’re positively striking. Are you hungry?

“Starving.”

Ettore: I know just the place for breakfast.

He replied with a devious smirk as his hand slid around her waist to rest on the small of her back and guide her out of the salon and to the waiting limo at the curb.
 

Berserker

'bout to show you what Hell looks like
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Aleksander Hallbjörn
Residence
New York City
Missions
974
Ability
Strength
The Red King’s Suite

It was still a surprise to Alek when Haleigh let him kiss her on the mouth, and even moreso when she kissed him back. This weekend was like a dreamscape: he had gotten everything he'd ever wanted in the blink of an eye. Haleigh, the quintessential woman, the only woman he truly needed, in his bed, pregnant with his child, and closer to him than she'd ever been. No one could say they were just fuck buddies anymore. He could feel the change in her, the way she saw him now.

He was taking her to bed, but she wasn't waiting for that, and he felt her slide him inside her. He moaned, the feeling like nothing else in the world, being one with her.

"Haleigh..."

It was half a growl, his mouth now going to her exposed throat. They had reached the bedroom, and he pressed her back against the bedpost for leverage, her legs around his waist and him now pressing rhythmically inside her. He felt perfectly in sync with her, but he needed more, always more.

As his mouth found hers again he quickened his pace, pressing deeper, harder, wanting her to cry out, for her body to take him and never let go.
 

Savage

Frenzied Beast
Real Name
Arthur John Savage
Missions
97
Hellfire -- The Great Hall

They talked about the road trip, what they would do on the road, and after. She declared that he took good care of her, and that his plan for the remainder of the day sounded perfect. Just when he thought he couldn’t love her more, he found he did. He could hardly wait to get going on their impromptu vacation, but first they had to endure breakfast, and a final farewell to the Europeans.

Savage made himself suggest they sit with the Dead Thing and her Thrall King, so at least His Ashley would enjoy the morning. When she agreed he got dressed quickly, since no good would come from dragging his feet. She took his arm as they walked to the Great Hall. He was the proudest man on the planet to be seen arriving with her. She was so beautiful that she turned every head.

Savage nodded a subtle greeting to Calder, their new Rook, as he led Ashley to a table that was cast in shadow due to the shades around it having been drawn. He knew the Dead Thing could not sit in direct light. He also knew the day would make her look like the corpse she was. He tried to tell himself not to be happy about it, since his Queen called her a friend now.

AJ told one of the attendants to wait for the arrival of the European White King and Queen, and to request they join him and his own Queen at their table. It was not long before they turned up and were led over. AJ rose from his chair. She may have been expired, but she was still a lady, and old habits were hard to break.

Savage was surprised to find, when Juliette drew back her hood, that she did NOT look even half a corpse. Her eyes were bright and her skin was flushed. She had never looked more alive to him, and she didn’t have that smell of decomposition either. Rather, she smelled a bit like their own White Queen. He looked at Liam now, closely, for the first time.

“Good Morning to both Your Graces.”

He made himself grumble somewhat politely. He didn’t like the way Liam looked at his Ashley, not at all. Yet, looking was not touching, so for the moment he just slid his chair closer to his Queen, sat back down and put his arm around her.
 

Valkyrie

War
Birds of Prey
Real Name
Ashley Oldenburg
Missions
518
Ability
Ability to instill self-doubt, turmoil and intimidation
The Great Hall

Ashley gave Calder a week as they passed his table, the poor boy sitting by himself. Normally she would have had him sit with them, but she didn't want to demean the gesture Savage had made in suggesting they sit with Liam and Juliette. And she wanted it known that AJ was there with her as her consort, not just as her Knight.

The European White King and Queen had not yet arrived, and AJ surprised her again by telling one of the attendants unbidden to give them he and Ashley's invitation when they arrived. She watched him, a smile playing on her lips. How handsome he was - and didn't need to wear a suit to make it so - and how proud he made her to sit beside her.

AJ stood as Liam and Juliette approached their table. She was impressed at how in control he was being. Perhaps he had more King in him than she had previously thought. Ashley also smiled at their guests, but for her, it wasn't difficult as she genuinely liked the couple.

"Good morning my darlings - Juliette, you look absolutely stunning this morning!"

She leaned over to kiss both Juliette's cheeks in greeting.

"How are you today, Liam?"

They all were seated, and AJ's arm came around her.

"I'm so happy you decided to sit with us. You'll certainly be missed when you've gone home."

Ashley pouted appropriately. And she would miss this pair - even more so now that AJ seemed to be coming around and at least able to tolerate their presence.

"But I can't wait to come visit, if the invitation is still open?"

Her pout turned to a smile. She wasn't sure AJ was quite up to visiting - yet.

"I hope you both enjoyed your stay - despite all the...unpleasantness."
 

Juliette De Lacroix

Sanguine Queen
Hellfire Club
Real Name
Juliette De Lacroix
Residence
France
Missions
72
Hellfire - The White Guest Suite

After her visit with Haleigh, Juliette went back to the guest suite she shared with Liam. All her things were finally packed and gone. She sent the metal case of blood to be loaded with the rest, and went to the kitchenette for a glass. She would wait for Liam to return from his meeting, but that didn’t mean she needed to wait to drink. She ease the cork out of the bottle and was painstakingly careful as she poured.

The blood was as delectable as she remembered it to be. Spicy, with a hint of sweetness, it was more full-bodied than any other blood, making it rich and satisfying. And it was warm, as warm as if she were sucking it straight from a vein. That heat spread throughout Juliette’s body to every extremity and made her smile as she cradled the glass and relished it, sip by sip.

It was going to be difficult not to drink the supply too quickly, but at least she knew this feeling would not fade as fast as usual. This blood, TO blood, kept the hunger at bay for quite some time. She would let herself have the whole bottle this morning, and be sated for a week. She lounged on the sofa as she savored the drink.

Liam returned and they traded information before heading out to breakfast. Juliette didn’t need to eat, but Liam did. She brought her glass and had him carry the bottle for her, as they walked down the hall, with her well covered against the occasional rays of light invading the mansion. When they reached the Great Hall they were invited immediately to sit with the Red Queen and her hound. The Valkyrie was worth putting up with the wolf, so of course they agreed.

The Red Knight stood up when they approached. He smelled like a wet dog but at least he had manners. Juliette laid back her hood since they were in the shade, and she smiled at the dumbfounded look on the mongrel’s human face. She knew she looked quite radiant right now, even better than after a usual feeding. She took another sip as he wished them good morning.

“A good morning een-deed, sir.”

She replied before turning her eyes on the Red Queen, who was remarking on how Juliette looked, which renewed her smile. They kissed as was customary, as Liam pulled out her chair for her, and then they all settled.

“Ash-ley, you look quite fan-tahs-steek yourself. You must ‘ave ‘ad as vonderful a night as dze rest of us. Your party was most memorable. Dare I venture to say... the Red Court events vere dze best events of all.”
 
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