Politics {Open}

[gaius]

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Aaron didn't like the idea of leaving Ian alone for a couple of hours, but his visit to Fangtasia would hopefully be quick and less anxious. His skin was crawling with the prickling pain and awful anxiety of having his beloved vulnerable to a Maenad attack. Though he wanted to inform the powers of this particular state that there was one in the area. It was often common courtesy for vampires to pass on the word of politics and though Aaron despised his fellow, rather not, monarch Queen Sophie Ann, he was concerned that the people in the area might be in danger. He shook that thought away, the people of Bon Temps and any surrounding area were in Danger.

He drove his car into the lot. Though he usually preferred flying or walking, Aaron had decided that with Ian around, he should probably resort to a car for a while. The flashy vehicle pulled into the lot, his Cadillac CTS Coupe probably odd in such a small town. Aaron immediately regretted having it brought down from New York. He’d have to call his new Sheriff Nasira to send him something more modest. As he stepped out. He locked the doors placing the keys in the pocket of his jeans. His walked carefully up to the doors and after a long inquiry by the bouncer, flashed his fangs to be permitted in. He wasn’t going to have the, you look too young to be two-thousand conversation tonight. He had to get back to Ian.

He was immediately greeted by a dark, grim room. The atmosphere pulsing with a dark undertone. It was a living, breathing Anne Rice novel in here. Aaron looked around for a particular authority figure. He was informed that the Sheriff of the are was Eric Northman and he and his lovely children should know a bit about Maenads. At least he hoped. His eyes traced over the room hoping to find a hint of the Viking Sheriff or his blonde progeny. He stopped at the bar, a little annoyed by the couple of human eyes he had caught. He could practically smell their lust underneath all that leather. It was disgusting. He’d spent too much time pent up in his estates in New York, to understand the fangbanger society.

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[elle]

Just another night in Fangtasia, Pam was thinking as she took her usual sweep of the bar. Eric was out on business but she expected him to be back any minute. In the meantime, like so many other times before, she was the boss of the bar. Nothing new about that, she thought again. But then, she stopped herself at the point.

The last couple of times she had started thinking that it was just gonna be another boring night, someone would drop in and make it a little less so, and not in a good way. First was Russell Edgington, who ended up screaming at her over Sookie Stackhouse. Next was that annoying vampire Gabe, who had basically threatened to get rid of Eric of he didn't join his little group. "These things come in threes," she said out loud, though she was certain the humans at the table she was just walking past wouldn't hear.

Pam wasn't very superstitious or anything; vampires usually aren't. But she couldn't help but get a little chuckle when she realized that little mortal saying had come to pass tonight since, just as she was waling away from the table of fangbangers who seem to have had a little too much to drink, yet another ancient vampire walked into the bar.

She had never met him, but, of course, as a good progeny to the Sheriff of Louisiana's Area 5, she had studied and learned by heart the monarchs of North America. The man that just walked in, who looked like he was turned at around the same age she was, was the KIng of New York, Aaron.

"Your majesty," Pam said in a voice barely louder than a whisper from across the room. She knew, though, that all the vampires in the vicinity would hear her.

Pam Ravenscroft

[gabriel4]

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After Gabriel had his agitated display at Fangtasia, Hali thought it best she go and smooth things over. They had him run by with their offer on his way out of town. They knew better than to do that, but did so anyway. She landed just outside the alleyway as to not attract attention to herself. And to her liking she succeeded. Though as she approached the local hub of Fangbanger society, she found her wishing she'd brought Cory along. But upon entering the establishment, she was glad she hadn't. It disgusted her to see how the young vampires and the companions were disgracing her race. And how a sheriff of Eric's age could watch this was oblivious to her.

She became quickly agitated when when two of the creatures, not wanting to call them human, made attempts at her. One, to his unfortunate happening, tried to grab her. Resulting in her breaking one of his fingers in retaliation. He should consider himself lucky, had she been one of her bodyguards, Gabe, or even Ian. The poor soul would've gotten far worse than that. So she continued her way to the bar. And she sat beside a decent enough looking vampire.

"Trueblood A positive." she said to the barkeep.

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[gaius]

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Aaron made his way toward Eric’s young progeny, Pam. As monarch he was always aware of the competition. Monarch was a dangerous role, there was always the cute little threat of getting overthrown. Chances of other vampires challenging the state of New York were small, but it was always a threat. He stopped only mere few feet away. “Salve. Pam” His voice was at an equal hush. The expression on his face revealed nothing of his current pains. ”I owe this visit to your maker, but I understand you handle his estates in his absence. I have a pressing matter that concerns your maker‘s area.”

Aaron stepped a bit closer and didn‘t bother to look around the room to survey the vampires around. ”Would you prefer speaking somewhere more private?” He asked locking his hands behind him. It was clear the vampire was well rehearsed in politics, but something about his tone made it clear he didn‘t like it. The idea of harm to Ian and Adalia repulsed him and drove him to a point of desperation. Though he wouldn’t show that here. Not in front of those who could use it to their advantage. He didn‘t need any more threats against their lives. “There‘s old blood in the room…” Aaron mused letting the scent drift past his nose. Aaron could always discern the scent of an older vampire from the younger. He was sure that was a skill most vampire had.

He looked up from the scene to Pam. ”Not that it‘s prevalent. I just assumed your maker wouldn‘t want information leaking out before he hears it.” There was very little that his nest in New York enjoyed. The pack which resided nearby didn‘t quite get along with his vampire nest and never quite came by unless their was official business. As for his vampires. His sheriff was a peculiar woman. A former spetznaz operative and a ruthless killer. He had no qualms about her taste for human blood, but he requested her hunting be done out of sight. Though of one thing he was very sure Nasira despised all gossip and any information that slipped her screening.

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[elle]

Before Pam and King Aaron had gotten a chance to actually talk, another vampire of note walked into bar. This one, a woman, wasn't a monarch at all because Pam had never heard of her. She knew, however, by the way she was moving around, carefuly concealing her power and strangth, that she was someone worth knowing. Pam wondered who she was but didn't have the time to explore it because Aaron of New York was just walking up to her.

That, in itself, was a little unsual. Pam expected him to summon her to where he was sitting. In fact, she was already on her way there. Maybe he wasn't as big headed as the rest of the monarchs - lilke her beloved maker, for instance. She bowed her head low as he approached; a sign of respect that Pam didn't always give.

"I do not use Eric's private office when he is not here, your majesty." She said truthfully. She had played with the idea of asking for an office of her own, since Eric was always away these days, but she'd never gotten around to asking. "We can, however, use this booth over here," she said, pointing to the one farthest away from the chaos of the bar; the same one she used to interview prospective employees. She led the way and allowed him to sit first, utterly curious about what news he was talking about.

Pam Ravenscroft

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Aaron followed Pam‘s direction and took a seat in the vacant, but secluded booth. His eyes traveled over the vast group of scantily clad humans pining for vampire affection. At least if that‘s what they were calling it. “Don‘t you ever get tired of this scene?” He breathed a little disgusted by the circus attraction vampires had become. They were the newest brand of whore to human kind. ”As long as it keeps business running, I suppose.” Aaron shrugged lacing his fingers together on the table.

Aaron lowered his head a bit and kept his voice to a minimum afterward. ”There is danger brewing in your makers area.” Aaron warned quietly. His eyes cast upward through the dense of his lashes. He looked at Pam, before shaking his head. “I just thought Eric would like to know there is a Maenad in town.” The monarch almost hissed out the word. He couldn‘t sum up his hate for maenad existence quite right in words.

He brought his folded hands to his lips as if to contemplate a thought. ”She‘s in Bon Temps at the moment, but word was that she came here for a little drink.” Aaron wasn‘t threatening Pam. In fact he was warning her. If Eris had been to this very spot, she wasn‘t being bold. She wasn‘t summing up her enemies. No, Eris was making her presence known. Out of all the Maenads he had encountered over the years, Eris was one of the most lethal. He had never remembered an instance when she had backed down from her word. ”From one Monarch to another, I thought you should know.”.

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[elle]

A meanad in Bon Temps! That was definitely the last thing that Pam was expecting to hear from the King of new York. And he claims that she had been to Fangtasia, no less. This was certainly a cause for concern. She sat there, across from on eof the most powerful vampires in the country, totally gaping.

Maenads are one of the oldest forms of supernatural creatures and are, arguably, one of the most ferocious. Unlike vampires who can hurt and/or glamour you nor the weres who can tear you apart, maenads can literally drive one mad. Not just humans, either. Pam knows of the story of the vampire in Russia driven mad by a maenad that took an entire group of vampires to take down. This wasn't gossip, she knew, because Eric was one of those who had to clean up the situation.

To make matters worse, she knew that maenads had a thing against any other kind of supe that had an establishment or sorts that served liqour, pretty much. Places like bars, like Fangtasia, to be exact, they felt only belonged to them. Wine and the insanity that came with it almost had a maenad's patent.

"I thank you, your majesty, for taking the time to inform me of the situation," Pam said, with utter and genuine respect. "We need to start working on a sacrifice."

Everything else was driven out of her mind at this point, even the female vampire she had thought had been of note just a few minutes ago who was still at the bar, sipping TruBlood.

Pam Ravenscroft

[gaius]

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Aaron nodded not sure what else to say about the situation. Eris was a particularly nasty Maenad. A string of murders or accidental deaths are always attached to unskilled vampires. To Eris, not even a hair follicle of her victims could be found. She was clean, precise and her meals… He almost shuddered at the thought. “She had asked me for tribute. I assume she‘ll come here and do the same of Eric.” He leaned back into the booth and folded his hands in his lap. ”I‘m not sure she‘ll accept our offers for a sacrifice. Even if we find a willing life, she wants the perfect vessel.” The look of disdain was clear on Aaron’s face.

He placed a finger against his temple, his mind going through the motions. Eris liked animals. Every sacrifice he had witnessed her complete were on shifters, weres and ability bound…Aaron couldn’t suppress the shudder than ran down his spine. The thought of Eris getting a hold of Adalia’s records, her eyes cast on Ian… ”I‘m afraid I have a conflict of interest in all of this...” Aaron admitted with no need to conceal. Pam needed to know why he was so involved and why he hadn‘t left the state. “The Maenad is a former lover and I believe she‘s under the delusion I belong to her.” Eris was just another case of crazy ex. Only she couldn‘t obey restraining orders.

He looked up to Pam trying to try and better exemplify his worry. ”My sheriff has already offered the Maenad a sacrifice, but Eris… she refused. She says that the perfect vessel cannot be chosen by those who are not in the circle of her god.” He looked around the room to see if there were any curious eyes. When there were none he mentioned his own concerns. ”Like I said before, I have a conflict of interest in this. Eris is after my lover and my daughter. Both of them are under… unique circumstances in this human world. I‘m afraid Eris wants my daughter as a maid seeing as she is the closest thing to a nymph in this town. As for my lover, she has plans for him that I cannot even conceive.” He shook his head.

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