undergrounds | Lambeth Territory Claim: May 2nd [OPEN]

The news of the announcement of Nora's stepping down to pass on her position to Samantha hits Jean-Claude like the crack of the lash of his youth. He needs no witch's skill of divination to see where this is headed. Samantha has lost the support of the Night Council, so now she has found herself a seat upon it instead. She is already the Mother of Witches, and it is only a matter of time before her corruption seeps through. Those who are not strong enough to stand against it will either be turned in her favor or crushed under her heel. He may have only spoken to her the once, but he understands ambition when he sees it, and he knows her type. She will not let anything get in her way, no matter what the cost, or who suffers it. All in the name of her 'cause'.

Jean-Claude is not a particularly reactionary vampire, but in this instance he feels he can make an exception. The word goes out for those in the Nest who wish to participate to gather together, one hour after nightfall, at the Imperial War Museum, before they fan out across the territory from there. Jean-Claude's orders are clear. There will be no merciful duel of representatives this time. He has given Daybreak more than enough leniency and look what it has wrought -- now they must be cut down to size. Stand your ground and win this fight tonight. For your honor. For the dignity of vampirekind. And for the Nest.

He knows he must make a statement with this territory claim, and so a statement he makes. His hair tied back low on his head, his usual vest and jacket discarded for the evening, his white shirt making him seem even paler than usual in the dark of the night, the collar undone to his breastbone so that every now and again there comes a flash of the nasty scar of an old wound on his chest as he moves. The first witch they encounter recognizes the force of vampires approaching and begins to cast against their approach, sparks arcing from her hands like lightning. Jean-Claude whips ahead of the crowd, moving quick as a flash to catch the woman up against his chest and cradle her to him. Extending his fangs before he sinks them in to the side of her neck and drinking deep of her blood. She struggles against him and it has been a long time since he has fed like this, it excites the animal part of his brain that wants nothing more than to hunt and chase and eat and eat and eat. Forcing himself to tear his head back, he gazes back at the crowd, blood trailing down his chin and spotting onto the white of his shirt, the woman limp in his arms.

Steadying his gaze he reminds them, "Only if they fight, mes amis. But if they fight -- tonight, there is no holding back."

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Evie knows better than to laugh. So she holds it. "With the way things are going, I highly doubt it." but she likes the optimism.

Optimism isn't quite the word Caroline would have used for it. Naive hope seems more appropriate, which is why she isn't holding onto the idea for long.

"I remember thinking that Mystic Falls was complicated," she says finally, "but it's got nothing on London."

"few places do." That's one of the many things she loved about her city.

"Regretting the move?" she doesn't think so, hoping to make a joke of it

Caroline does think about that for a moment, before shaking her head. "No. At least, not most of the time. Being here has been incredible in so many ways." She knows she isn't the same person she was when she arrived almost in London almost a year ago - and she wouldn't change that for the world.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. There's no place like London anywhere in the world. I love all of it, even the complicated politics. I wish there was less blood shed, however." Like any sensible person would.

Or a human.

"Remember- try to stay clear of wreckage. We don't want any witches getting smart ideas about broken tables." At least they had to hit the heart, which wasn't necessarily an easy target.

Evie reaches up and adjusts her jacket, leather quilting would do a decent job protecting her from any errant splinters.

Caroline nods, feeling her heartbeat steady a bit, calmed by Evie's casual tone. Though part of her wondered if maybe that should make her more worried, in the long run.

She also made a note to buy some better combat clothes.

"Good luck then. Or is it good hunting?"

Evie laughs, and pulls her hood up over the back of her head.

"Happy hunting," she explains. "I prefer I'll see you on the other side."

Caroline grins. "I think I like that one better too."

"Good. We'll use it." She glances back out at the field of battle. The nervous energy was rising.

Caroline could sense the energy too. "I guess the only thing left is to make sure it's worth it."

Truth be told, she was still wrapping her head around the territory claim thing, especially when resistance was expected. But she'd also knew why it was important for the Nest to be strong, since allies seemed few and far between.

"And we will. I promise you that. Daybreak's policies cannot go unchallenged." It was just a pity it lead to so much blood.

Daybreak. It was almost fitting that a coven named that would cause vampires so much trouble.

Caroline nods, her face determined. "Hopefully they get the point after this, then."

"I'm more impressed that most of us seem to be forming a united front." MInus the werewolves, of course, but she knew there were some amongst them that didn't agree with Okeke.

"A shame it doesn't happen more, here or anywhere." Some of the animosity made sense - even though Caroline didn't have an issue with werewolves, the fact that their bite can kill a vampire made it easy for others to feel differently. And witches were just such a mixed bag, at least in her experience.

The rest of them she had less experience with, though she'd learned to be wary of fae, if only because of the affect of drinking fae blood.

"It truly is." She'd seen so many wars and feuds. "All we can do is fight for what we believe in. Be it when it calls for blows, or when it calls for conversation."

Evie tried not to hate anyone simply because of what they were. She'd done that with vampires for too long, before she'd turned.

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