A Scripta

Dmitrius heard the footfalls as he fed. He had been at this long enough to not be totally enraptured with the Kiss, but to still pay attention to his surroundings. The footfalls were light, a dancer's movement. He licked the wound closed but kept his head bent over the Warrior he claimed. Then he moved like the wind, appearing behind the approaching woman.

She shrieked, as Dmitrius stood still, waiting for her move. She was a wraith of a neonate, so new as to be at least 30 or 40 years dead. She consciously made herself breathe, a waste of thought as far as Dmitrius was concerned. He no longer bothered. He breathed enough to speak.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he demanded.

"You're the Elder who came to Court," she said, turning around to look up at him.

"You didn't answer my question." His hand flashed out and grabbed her by the upper arm, holding her in a tight grip of stone wrapped around flesh.

"They call me Revant. I wanted to see if you were real."

He removed his hand and studied her.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you." She motioned to the prone Warrior. Dmitrius hadn't put the teleporter on him to send him to the Zig.

"Finish him if you wish," he said.

She looked up at him adoringly and ran to the prone body. She finished him quickly, draining him totally dry. Dmitrius kept an eye out, to make sure they weren't disturbed. She got up, wiping her lips, and again looked up at Dmitrius in awe. He wondered fleetingly if her curse was adoration.

"So, I am real. Is that all you require?"

"I stopped Leander from attacking you when you came to Court."

He remembered, the young man who came at him in Elysium. He couldn't tell clans from sight, but he assumed he was Brujah. He couldn't quite tell what clan this woman hailed from, and he thought it was impolite to ask.

"You expect that I should owe you?"

She blushed - a waste of blood, Dmitrius thought. "No, no, I...I don't know what to expect."

He regarded her. "Revant. I am not a rock star, nor am I a powerful god, nor am I here to lay waste to you and yours. I am here because something I care deeply for is here as well, and I won't leave it."

"What is it?"

"If I wanted you to know, I would tell you." He started walking away.

"Wait!"

He turned to see her kneeling. "Please, I want to be your servant."

He made the human motion of sighing. He went back to her and barked, "Get up."

"I'll be Blood Bonded if you want!"

"I don't need or want a servant."

"Please! I'm begging you!"

Dmitrius shook his head and walked away, and then he stopped a short way beyond. If she knew what he was, what would stop...

He shook his head again. No, he won't worry about them, but he would tell Kalius. He didn't think they would travel to ancient Rome looking for him, but one never knew.