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Matt nodded "yeah you can eat those...and Alex has a way to transfer blood from one person to another... So we can use that to get you blood without you having to bite me.... "he said softly and slide the box back a little more. " sorry if they don't seem satisifying.. it what was easy to get in the short time... "he said softly and glanced back in the rear view mirror" Where's your family? "he asked.

"Family?" The question was asked as though she didn't understand "What family?" She sat back, away from the box of rodents.

Matt blinked for a second" um.... they are people that have blood connection to you... like the poeple that raise you and basicly are people you come from? where you from? "he asked slightly confused as to how a child doesn't know what a family is. She had to come from somewhere right? 

"No." She murmered. Fang didn't understand what the man meant, she'd been alone the whole time and had no memory of any kind of 'family.' it was likely that she had been an orphan which meant an easy meal for someone and had, as a result of turning, lost her memory.

Matt frowned softly and felt bad for the child" ok... "he said gently and thought for a moment drove into this apartment complex. He glanced around the area before pulling into the spot. He unbuckled and glanced back at her. He gave a gentle smile" I'm Matt "he said softly.

Fang tilted her head. "The others call Fang 'Fang'" She shrugged, sliding out of the car.

Matt nodded gently" nice to meet you Fang "he said softly and got out of the car. He picked up the box of rats" alright I got Alex's keys and I can get you some blood once we're inside "he said softly as he headed towards the apartment doors. 

Fang hesitated before following closely, liking her odds better if she followed him inside. For a moment, she didn't even look like a vampire, just a cold, hungry kid.

Matt walked towards the door and opened it for her. (goes to apartment chat)

For days now shadows had haunted the city streets, dark clouds looming the sky, and crime was at an all-time high. It was almost as if the city was preparing for their queens return, puddles of blood would lay in the alleyways she would regularly walk, eagerly awaiting to be touched by the feet of the queen of the damned. One foot hit the puddle with elegant satin black heels, and traced its way out of the alleyway. Her presence carried a heavy, smothering-almost, weight to it and flooded the streets for miles. On very rare occassions would the humans see such a pale toned woman roam the streets by herself, but knew very well not to mess with the gangs heiress, that was most of everyone- atleast. One drug addicted man began to charge towards the woman weilding a knife aimed for her neck. "Oh what a day, I only got back a minute ago." She purred, almost entertained at this mans act of bravery. The slender woman extended her arm and lifted the man off the ground by his neck before he could slash away at her skin. Pressing very tightly on his jugular, the suffocation forced him to release the grip on his knife and began to desperately peel at Victorias fingers. "Ah ah." With her other hand, she waved her pointer finger in scolding, smile widening to expose her fangs. Talon-like nails began to dig into the mans skin, piercing deeply into his neck and arteries. "Did you really think you could win? Silly, silly human." The man gasped for words, the beggings for his life, but the lack of air supply quickly seized him of that ability. Seconds before passing out, the Sire dropped the man, took his blade, gently leaned down and covered her lips with her pointer finger while in a very soft tone saying, "Shhh.." The Sire took his blade and began to dig out the mans eyes, his screams flooding the streets, but due to her heavy carrying presence, not a soul was found in sight, not a soul brave enough to rescue the degenerate man. How was she able to do this? How was he not fighting back? Well he was, trying atleast, but kneeling down on his soon to be corpse, prevented any movement to harm her. After collecting her eyes, the woman sliced open his neck, brought his tongue through the wound, and left his body. "Now, where was I?" She spoke, juggling the eyes in her hands, and slinking down the street. 

Although Damon had his vampiric stealth to his presence, it was always easy for Victoria to pick up on one of her own. Cloud-filled orbs pierced into Damon as she turned on her heels. "Ah, Damon." Her voice almost hinted a purr, but it was never easy to detect emotion in the Sires words. "Just the man I was looking for. How are things holding up?" For any stranger, they'd think this was a question regarding their feelings. But this was her gang, this was her second-in-command, there was only time for business. " Aphrodite wasn't brought up on her list of questions, for she knew she'd be here in a matter of minutes, or atleast at HQ waiting for her sires return. Ever since the day Aphro found the gang, she had been loyal to her Sire, never slipping up, even on the most miniscule of missions. Which is why the police station had been such a big deal for the young fletchling. The weather today, besides the obvious gloom, was pretty decent. It wasn't too unbearably hot, but neither was it freezing. At the range of 60 degrees fahrenheit, all that was needed was a thin jacket; or in the Sires case, a modern-styled cloak that shrouded her thin yet robust figure. 

Victoria took a seat at an outside cafe and invited to Damon to sit across from her. The pale woman took a flask to her lips and took a few gracious gulps to what looked to be wine, but all vampires knew too well that it was blood. The type was only distinguishable by its sweet, yet pungent, smell; AB+. With shopping bags in both arms, Aphrodite finally made her appearance and bowed to her Sire. "These are for you, from the gang.." And with a hand hiding her lips, she would whisper, "Mostly from me though." It had been a while since Aphro seen Damon, and even longer since they've worked together. "Hey you!" She murred, wrapping an arm around his neck and with the other she messed up his hair. Her icey blue eyes lit up with taunting fire, awaiting Damons backlash, especially with the Sire infront of them. But before Damon could scold her, Victoria hissed. "Stop. Now is not the time for this, I just got back." Her voice etched with a restless coarseness, only apparent now that she let some of her gaurd down. A measley squeak was all that came from Aphro before she took a seat next to Damon. "Y-yes, my Sire."

Damon lowered his gaze, if only slightly, in deference to his leader as he raised his body back into a straightened position, tucking the pale visage of his hands into his pockets as he replied promptly - he had never been one to keep his matriarch waiting. To do so often meant some form of unpleasant punishment, or a stern scolding, at best, if one were lucky. As such, he had learned that it was best to be on time or early, to have an immense regard for punctuality. His clothing was pristine, despite the small smear of crimson that stained a mere corner of his lip, even though he had wiped the delicacy that had been the gambler's life essence away before making his appearance, a mere smidgeon had remained, defying his absolute and willing command. The garments he wore were sharply pressed, reflecting his sense of both fashion and the importance of cutting an impressive figure, or at least, the handy tactic of playing upon people's first impressions - a well dressed individual was more likely to gain the trust of someone rather than a being dressed in tacky, oversized jewelry or swathed in the burning heat of winter articles such as coats and the like. Though Damon would have been fine without the light jacket he wore, for the sake of having such just in case he needed it, for the mere fact that should he require its services he were prepared, he wore one, despite the fact that his warm blooded nature would have indicated otherwise. For one of the blood sucking variety, he was unusually warm to the touch, his skin holding an almost human like heat when touched, though those who knew him, who were close enough to the man to regard a few of his secrets, were given the knowledge that this was, in fact, due to one of his two powers: the fire element, a rare and unusual gift for Vampires, and one not commonly heard or seen in his breed and species. It had its uses, he would admit, and came through in a pinch more often than not, even if Damon himself tried extremely hard not to rely upon it. His answer was satisfactory, though he was sure the Sire would offer corrections and fix the numerous, though slight, mistakes he had made in his first real weeks of leadership on his own, having pretty much flown solo in the daily affairs of the gang while their beloved matron was away. Where Damon did not exactly know, nor did any of their members, save for those among Victoria's most trusted, and no one had quite dared to ask. It wasn't really their business anyway. "Well enough; the majority of debts have been collected with the exception of a meager few, though our membership has recently begun to suffer - we may need to think about a round of turning in the near future. Tensions with the humans and mongrels have been running high, but under the circumstances, that is to be expected." Though Damon hated those sessions in which new blood was brought forth and the youth were crafted into the next generation (in some cases it was merely whomever was willing or owed them too much to ever possibly return in exchange for the Broken's gracious investments), as it always meant a flood of new vampires to train, he understood how necessary they were in times like this, when it was vital that the rankings be brought back up to par in order to maintain the integrity of their territory, and particularly when it came to controlling the vast underworld of the city. As it was, they were beginning to be stretched thin, and though Damon did not like it, he had not dared initiate his first cycle of turnings due to the fact that he still merely commanded the secondary office of leaders, and he held not the rank of the Sire, a position he had no desire to obtain for quite some time. His posture was professional as he sat, nose twitching only slightly at the scent of the sweet blood contained within the flask, his voice smooth and even, never wavering or faltering, the red toned gaze of his orbs flicking about as the two started off, always vigilant, keeping an eye upon both his surroundings and the people in them - he never liked to be taken unawares, and simply despised it when someone managed to sneak up on him. And so it was with great irritation that he responded to Aphrodite's taunting arrival, drawing back his lips in a hiss as he twisted to regard her, resisting the urge to snap off a reply in return to her teasing, the all to quick to anger and the barely controlled yet easily flaring temper becoming apparent almost immediately, though he uttered not a word as the harsh voice of their Sire snapped across the air, merely reaching up to smooth his rumpled locks back into place even as the lower octaves of the elder female's voice cracked like a whip with just as much, if not more, sting put into the words, and Damon erased the grimace from his lip, though his brow was still furrowed in irritation, hands clenching in his lap while he lowered his elbows ro reside along the rests of the chair. "Aphrodite," he grated through clenched teeth after a pause in the heartbeat after he had addressed his mistress with a meeker, "As you wish, Sire." There was no reason to be rude, after all, and he had to admit that they had worked well together, once they had gotten past the initial rough patch of thier blooming relationship, though they weren't quite yet where they needed to be in their partnership. EAch was still prone to the childish behavior just demonstrated, as Aphrodite seemed to adore teasing the hot tempered male whose brash reactions, more often than not, caused a scene, and had been known, on an occasion or two, to grow out of hand. Something that may change, now that the Sire had returned and there was an even greater chance they would once again be working together. He would find out how well she was doing a bit later - that was to say, he would gather some specifics, he'd been keeping loose tabs on her whereabouts all along - when he had a moment to ask around and determine just how her landlord was treating her...though the pair had been separated for some time, it seemed as if their time together had cultivated a vague protectiveness over the girl in Damon. A trait that was reflected in his subsequent posture, if only hinted at, and one as wise and who had seen as much as the Sire could easily pick up on and detect, particularly whenever a stranger dared to pass too closely to their table, an unknown element in the ever changing and fickle thing that was the politics in the on going interspecies war.

"Low in numbers?" Damon didn't have to say it bluntly, Victoria was all too quick to pick up on hints on an emergency such as this one. Her flask hit the table just hard enough to spill some over the top and onto her talon-like nails. She brought the fingers to her lips and licked off the substance while deep in thought of his suggestion. There was almost no time to plan a strategy, no time to thoroughly think such a turning through. Was this war? Or the onset of such? Her eyes slowly lifted from the table to Damon with sheer determination and the heaviness of death. Although her face was serious and solemn, the happiness she felt for the blood to soon flood the streets was definitely there. "When is the next full/new moon?" Her voice was sharp, less scornful, but still sharp.  

The sudden, even more, seriousness of her Sire made Aphrodite shut down her childishness altogether. The thought of war rummaging through her Sires mind was apparent, which brought worry to Aphrodites eyes. "We'll just do it at night for the next couple weeks. Right?" A fine arched eyebrow rose to Aphrodites claim, her lips parting a smile almost. "For the next couple of weeks? What time do you think we have, child?" She sneered, flicking some crumbs off the table in clear annoyance. "We must turn as many as we can, soon as well." The Sire sincerely hated patience, and had zero of it. Everything must be done now, or in a reasonable time frame, and Aphrodites plan was plain preposterous for Victoria.  

"What if they don't want to turn?" Aphrodite muttered. 

"You'll kill them, or leave them maimed. Am I being clear?" The Sire spoke, the lack of emotion making her come off stern and cold-hearted. Aphrodite accepted her Sires orders with the, "Yes, ma'am." and a nod.  But these commands, yet again, were hard for Aphrodite; and if not harder.  The fletchling was no murderer, she was the opposing. Her job was to heal life, not to take away. But her complaints would never reach her Sires ears, for her fear of punishment was stronger.  "I do not care how you do this, just don't get our gang in more trouble." After finishing her command, the woman took another vigorious gulp from her flask.

(Will write about how Aphros been doing in the next lol)

(Lol, alright) Had he been less experienced with his ruler's moods or unfamiliar with her personality, her standard set of reactions and responses, Damon would have flinched at the sound of the flask's fragile bottom hitting the table with such force, as he would have somewhat shuddered at the sight of her so coldly licking the blood from her finger tips, clearly appeased by the idea of carnage and bloodshed. However, seeing as he had spent many a year by her and her late husband's side, Damon was more than accustomed to such, and barely even batted an eye at her apparent agitation. "We've two days before the next full moon, several weeks before the half moon rolls about." He responded smoothly, glancing at Aphrodite for the briefest of seconds, gauging her reaction, measuring the blonde female's own response. He knew that as a healer, she most likely wouldn't like the recourse they were about to undertake, and while he himself didn't particularly care for this period of time, it was for entirely different reasons. He hated deviating resources to both find and train the newbloods, and he always despised the fact that they lost several due to truly reckless, and pointless, behavior - as if he were any one to judge another based on those two fact; he was the epitimy of hot head within the ranks of the gang, well known by all for the fierce and fire like quality of his temper. He was usually prone to snap, quick to gripe, even swifter to retaliate with some sort of stinging reply, or, his personal favorite, to become involved in some sort of fight or other measure that ended in a bit of macabre violence. He was astonished that she would suggest such a lenient time frame, however, as the blonde was undoubtedly as aware of Victoria's impatience as Damon himself was - it was part of the reason he made it a point to never keep her waiting, unless it simply couldn't be helped, and then he was quick to apologize, and if necessary, if his explanation weren't enough, to beg wholeheartedly for her forgiveness. For Victoria was a harsh mistress, and one it was not wise to anger, whose presence was calm and commanding, heavy and forboding, but thrilling all the same, sending that apprehensive tingle down the length of one's spine; none could ever be sure just exactly how she would react, or just how quickly her gracious genorsity or level understanding would sour. The red hue of his eyes flickered for a second, almost fizzling out to their usual gray, the hue that they had been while he was a human, and the tone they undertook, for the most part, when he allowed them, and decided not to advertise the fact he was vampire, but for the moment, he kept the irises their beautiful ruby red. While he could sympathsize for Aphrodite - she was still so young, and so sheltered, a fact that could later become a problem - he would not offer any resistence or words of complaint to their Sire. It was unwise, and particularly unhealthy, for any one or two beings to do so, and Damon himself had no desire to feel her wrath this day. Not so soon after her return, and certainly not when she was in a mood such as this, clearly delighted by the prospect of such delightful bloodshed, the sharp crimson of the liquid running freely as it stained the streets, yet on an edge that could not quite be entirely explained. "I will make the necessary arrangements and see to it, Sire." He demurred, dipping his head with a slight tuck of the chin, pulling his gaze from the visage of Aphrodite after a few studious moments upon which he silently reflected upon her inherent pain. He could sense her discomfort with the idea, but there was little to nothing he could do about it, other than keep her as far from the chaos as possible...that was, if the Sire would permit such, and if she would let him. The hot tempered male may not have understood precisely why it was Aphrodite hated the time of the turning, but he could relate, at least, and so steered away from the childish taunting that normally so dominantly played a large role in their relationship. He had to admit she looked well at least, from what he could see based upon a brief examination, but looks could be decieving. He often appeared to be as loyal and volatile as the next of his kin, but the carefully crafted and defined layers he had enshrouded himself with hid otherwise, shielding a warm, but gentler core that very few to none had ever seen, and most likely never would. Not until he married, and he had no plans of taking a wife just yet. By vampiric terms, he was still too young, rowdy, and by all accounts, unsettled. Just another aspect of the complicated image he portrayed, adding another depth and element to his mystery. He shifted slightly in his seat as he lifted on leg to cross it amiably over his knee, well accustomed to this same old song and dance. "Of the remaining debts we've left to collect I will give word to our members that the only remaining payment option is to undergo the transformation. All other aspects of business appear to be going well - I've dispatched some of our number to retrieve the boy as leverage regarding the boxer, Alex. They are due to return at any time." By boy he, of course, meant Nick, though Damon had no way of knowing just yet that the members he had sent had not fared so well, and had not performed so admirably. No, that news, would come in but a moment.

Aphrodite wiped sweat from her palms onto her 50s-esque sundress, that she wore for this occassion and maybe for Damons liking, something like that she would never admit though. Her mind began to race on ways she could get out of this and the Sire was rather quick to pick up on her flitting mind. "Don't think too much of it." She spoke, the tiniest ounce of sympathy coated her tongue, "Since you are a healer, you will not be required to turn any newbloods.. That is if our current numbers are enough and you're not feeling up for it.." The last comment being more of a taunt to the girl, and for a brief moment, Aphrodite thought about baring those pearly fangs to her superior; but she wouldn't dare, she knew too well. Aphrodite sat back on her seat, feet resting on their heels to provide a little rest from the loui vuittons they were in. Despite being well-dressed, Aphrodite was short on money as always, and it was a blessing that her landlord felt the pressure of the gang on them. Especially given the fact she now had a pet dog that kept her company when she grew lonesome, who was at the moment (probably) eating the furniture. It was apparent the blonde gained some relief from the Sires statement, thinking she had been let off the hook, despite loopholes existing.

 

A waiter from inside noticed the three and approached them with a pen and pad in hand, "Hel-" The Sire waved her hand, shooing the man off, "We don't want what yer sellin'."

 

"But you're sitting at-" Again, "I will sit where I please, and I will not be bothered." Slowly reaching under her cloak, she gripped a tri-edged dagger. The shine of silver gained the young adults attention, and taking the hint, he walked back inside. A deep sigh escaped the cadaverous woman, her head being supported by intertwined fingers. "Yes, that's a good idea, and that is why you're the next in command. Money is not an issue at the moment, so turning is a good only option." Her face fell when he announced the ordeal with Alex was still happening. "Didn't we kill that pest?" Her nose turned upward in annoyance, the side of her upperlip curling ever so slightly. "You better hope the deal is delt with." Her voice became sharp and shrill, "Or I have no choice." That was it, the end of her comment, leaving the two on edge to what her last choice was.

 

This was possibly the longest Victoria held a hostile tone with Aphrodite, the longest she wore such a cold facade infront of the only woman she's ever felt true sympathy for. See; the Sire knew everything of her gang members, even Aphrodites upbringing, all the dark edges and softened curves. All the memories she's had and thought up , all the pain that emerged when she's reminded of the trauma. "Aphrodite, how have you been on the training?" Her voice now a little softer, a tad welcoming to the most observant. "It's been going well, but there is still progress to be made." It wasn't that Victoria didn't believe her fletchlings words, she just needed the confirmation from the trainer, which had been Reese at the time, a life-long friend of The Sires former husband. "I also brought snacks.." The blonde claimed, reached into a bag, and brought out what looked to be red velvet cupcakes. "It's blood cupcakes. I know you're not a fan of icing, Sire, but I made one with gel that you might like." She said, giving her Sire a plain cupcake and the gel one. She then gave two to Damon, one with black icing that could subtly be shaped like an heart, and the other with an obvious frowny face.

Though he outwardly displayed no emotion, Damon inwardly winced with a slight twinge of sympathy for Aphrodite's predicament, and was momentarily sorry he'd ever voiced the suggestion - but he was the second in command, the next in line for leader of the gang, and its care was to be his utmost priority, despite whatever reservations their healer may have held towards the age old subject. It was a tricky one, to be sure, and a decision that was not be taken lightly - to turn to many at once would tip the scales and unbalance everything they had ever worked for, and it was the very reason turning was such a controlled process. Perhaps the rogues out there roaming the streets were so uncouth as to lack the required discipline that accompanied such a weighted decision, but not the gang. Not those who virtually ran the underground world that was the city. Even so, the twinge of remorse he'd felt for the blonde sitting next to him did not go unnoted in his mind - he was aware that he was beginning to hold a softer attitude towards her, even if it were only privately, and he had never admitted such in public, nor would he, until it was the proper time and a sufficient quanity of it prescribed to see if the feelings lasted, or if it had not simply been wrought from their brief time spent together as partners. Despite all of this, Damon could not sit by while she cringed in apparent discomfort, and so offered subtly, of course, to take on the burden of turning those Aphrodite would be responsible for himself, in a roundabout manner that he was hoping the blonde would not catch - all he needed as extra ammunition for her constant - and childish - teasing. "Though it will be a strain if not every member participates in the turning process, I believe it would be an attainable goal should I go about my normal rounds." His hands remained folded in his lap, and his posture was rigid, as always, back straight in his chair, one leg smoothly crossed over the other, barely a glance spared towards the human who dared to approach their table, though the black haired male kept a careful observance upon him as he made his way back inside, keenly aware of his surroundings, and watching those within them at all times - after all, one could never be too careful, and it seemed to the hot tempered brute that the human might turn out to be potential trouble. If he proved to bothersome, Damon could, of course, always do him the honor of making him the first of the newbloods - better to bring the man over to their side than waste what could be good work or a potential profit. Though the gang had some resturants under their control, it would never hurt to bring more into the fold, gather informaiton from them where ever and whenever it was presented, and besides, this could potentially be a nice place to bring Aphrodite, if their relationship ever evolved beyond that of....He shut that thought down almost as quickly as it flickered across his mind, the ruby red of his irises wavering ever so slightly to reveal the darkness of their stormy gray, speckled with the lighter shades that accompanied him when in a calmer state, though he was quick to renew his barriers and reaffirm those once sturdy and steady walls, hopefully before his Sire had a chance to notice. He could not help but spot what Aprhodite was wearing, and though he tried to keep his emotions in check, though he attempted to maintain a cool, professional air about him - they were coworkers, after all, to be anything more would be inappropriate - he could not help the spark of attraction that flickered deep within his gut, and lingered for more than moment in the twisted confines of his ever darkening heart. Clearing his throat as business continued, he ducked his head in the face of her ire, murmuring, "Of course, my Sire." He agreed that the business with Alex had taken far too long, but what more was he to do? He had personally seen to the woman when they first enlisted her, and the boys he had sent ot her place had yet to report - the fact he'd caught the faint whistle of police sirens earlier made him uneasy, and the dark haired man had a feeling he would not like the news he was likely to recieve this night. Nor, he wagered, would the Sire, but that was a topic to be pursued at another time - he had no proof to back up his claims, and the vampire female who ran their gang so efficiently had no time or cause for speculation. He hoped that the news would surprise him, and that it would be good - it would certainly spare him Victoria's wrath, for which he would be eternally grateful, as he had no desire to feel the deadly presence that was her ire ever again, much less in the form of punishment for his failure. As Aphrodite provided the snacks, Damon raised a brow in question at the designs she had chosen for him, wondering at that point if her subtle taunting could grow any worse. He said nothing, just gave her that look, the one he held when questioning someone's motives, and perhaps, their sanity, one that conveyed, with very little room for intepretation, a single word, uttered in a disbelieving tone. Something along the lines of, "Really?" Turning his attention back to the Sire, he watched for her own reaction, wondering if there was any polite way in which he could decline the cupcakes she had offered him - he really didn't need the empty calories, but it was also true that it wouldn't hurt him to feed: the first meal he had had within this week was the man whose debt he had collected just this eve, and the second in command knew he could not keep pushing his body to its limits like this. While he was clean and neat, as always (for the most part, anyway), if one looked closely, very closely, they could see the toll the strain of running the streets was beginning to take upon him while the Sire was away, signs that he was not yet ready to take the reigns of the leadership for good, something of which he was already aware of and working to correct, though it was taking time, as he took his position within their ranks seriously - sometimes too seriously for his own good. As it was, he couldn't think of anything, and so with a muttered, "Thank you, Aphrodite," lifted one of the pastries in the delicacy of a single hand, running his finger through the black icing idly as he questioned, "What action do you wish to take in regards to the pack? As of yet, our scouts still are unable to penetrate their camp's defenses, and I fear time grows short. Their own number are growing, and I've no doubt they even now plot our overthrow and quite possibly demise." He didn't speak it, but it was clear he also believed they would be so bold as to go to extremes to ensure the completion of their mission this time - that was, the total eradication of the entire vampiric race, and thus, the elimination of their greatest threat.

"I will get back to you, privately, about the turning." Or maybe she wouldn't; but as the Sire, she knew her family, and knew them well. Aphrodite was going to do her mission, but it would take some time and thinking. Aphro, at this point, was taking a breather and relaxed her stiff shoulders. "Ah well, I'm done being mean for today." She waved her hand nonchalantly and leaned back for the moments of silence between the three, but subtly caught the unease between Damon and Aphro, which of course made her snicker behind her hand. "Thank you, Aphrodite. But I'm gonna save it for later, the long trip made my stomach rather uneasy." The pale woman grabbed the cupcake and put it to the side for now, but the smell of the sweet infused blood ever mixing with the chocolate gel was enticing. As the sun began to set behind the clouds, the air would grow even more brisk and sirens grew louder; more frequent. A giggle was heard coming from the blonde petite girls mouth, but a hand shielded the view. "Yes really." She returned Damons comment, her nose scrunching up to make her have a silly face, but as Damon approached the new topic, her face fell. A low grumbling growl vibrated the Sires throat as she was reminded that the war was on the mist. "All we can do right now.." She paused, breathing in deeply and raising back up, "Is grow in numbers, train vigorously, and wait until the presence grows thick.." She had to say 'wait', because to her, the war is already won at this point by the wolven. She had fought in wars, she was a commanding general, and knew too well how strong her enemies were. At this point, especially with Aphrodite, their chances of winning were slim. "Other news or questions we should talk about?" The bringing up of war made the woman grow antsy, which was a very rare sight of the Sire, her fingers intertwining on her lap as her eyes began to grow a faint blue instead of its clouded tint. "If not, we must go and turn. And if you do find stragglers, convert them to our gang. We're not all bad, and the streets have painted us to be murderers." Of course, in a sense, they were. "I sense there are others, they must join us." As Aphrodite started to understand the importance of this mission, she subtly grew more accepting of it.

Crackling of bones occured as the Sire stretched her torso against the back of her chair and yawned. "I'm glad thats all." She laughed shortly, erupting in silence as she was the car patrol pass. A solid black, beautifully arched, eyebrow rose in curiousity. Something tingled against her fangs, alerting her that in some way- she was involved. The ample, yet thin, woman sat straight in her chair as her eyes followed the path the cop took. Taking his scent to determine how far the incident was from where she sat. Aphrodite pulled her bottle blonde locks over one shoulder where they rested just reaching her lap. "Well then, I gotta run.- "Not so fast... Just wait a minute." With her monarch disallowing her departure for this second, Aphrodite sat back down in a hesitant manner, her eyes wandering to Damon. "I just have a feeling this includes us." Victoria continued; and in which it did. No less than 10 minutes had passed when a tall and pleasantly plump approached the group. Aphrodite gulped, still not quite being in good terms with the cops.