Be still I say, for you excel in virtues common in the infidel.
Mongrel bitch who feels compelled to twist the rules to suit herself.
Do you look at me and see a fool?
Do we look like we bend for the likes of you?
What posesses you to cross that line?
When you know what it means to betray your own kind?

Nosferatu - Vamphyri - Vampire.

So many names, one breed. It fascinated her, the myths, the legends, the truths. It was one thing to study the creature she was as a mortal - and another to study that same creature as one of the creatures. Some of the mortal stories were laughable at best. Turning into bats? Dracula and his wives? Bleeding crosses, holy water, age old curses. Ha. It was all just an easy explanation for what being a vampire really was. A blood virus. It had to be, somewhere along the lines something mutated - evolved. then, passed through any kind of blood or DNA transfer, much like HIV or Menigitis, the gene, or virus, or cell, whatever it was, infected the next victim - or lucky recipient, depending upon how you looked at it. It was this conclusion that Laure Aurélie Richis had stumbled upon in her many years as a hermit among Nefas' dusty volumes of Vampiric lore and various other medical books and histories. True, she had never attended a university - but Laure probably knew more about the mortal body than any MD or PHD alive. It all fascinated her - the body, the mind, theory, truth, formula - it all helped her in her line of work.

Being a spy.

Laure delt with more than just Vampires, for, there were more than a few intelligent beings on this planet. Werewolves, humans, shapeshifters, hunters, witches - you name it. You had to know how to gain their trust, how to carry yourself as one of them - understand everything that makes them what they are. When given eternity to learn about something - why not seize the opportunity?

As she did almost every morning, Laure crept into her bed falling into that death like sleep only to awake a few hours later from night terrors. After this she would dress and head straight up to the Annex to study. When you are a Vampire there are twenty four usable hours in everyday, and it was wise to make use of each and every single one. But, today, there was no mission, no suicidal plan in which Laure could put her pretty little butt on the line for Nefas. Shame really. She liked the acting that accompanied her job. She became whoever and whatever she wanted - it was like being God. After a ten hours or so, she grew tired of this never ending trail of books and searching for what she called 'The Secret of it All', and decided that perhaps, she would try and sleep again. Hopefully, this time, she would have better luck with it.



Shutting the journal in front of her with a slight thud, she rested an elbow on the table and sighed looking side-long at a skeleton of some poor soul that lost his life many, many years before - Judging by the frame and the strange bone and dental structure - a lycan. She had studied him for hours once, looking for answers, but only to conclude that it was a him from his pelvic bone and a lycan. Shame that there wasn't an ounce of flesh left on his frame - what she would give to have a slide of lycan blood to put under a microscope.

What she would do for a microscope, for that matter.

Getting up from her chair, she pushed it back into place and picked up the journals and her notes - mind as well take them with her, if wasn't like Nefas would mind - he seemed to approve ofher studies. Moving out of the room, she slowly made her way through the mansion until she came to the one place in the entire building that she could call her own and only her own. Placing the things in her arms on her bed, she snatched up her lighter and began to rummage for her cigarettes - they had to be around here somewhere. After many a curse and plenty of things being thrown about the room, Laure found her 'smokey treats', as she had affectionately dubbed them, and lit one up. Casting a few glances about the room, she decided against falling back asleep and exhaled. Well, mind as well walk. It was something that Laure had taken up many years ago, just roaming about aimlessly. Gave her time to think, she couldn't name all the times that she had gotten lost in this god forsaken place it happened so often. The only routes that she knew by heart was from the entrance to her room and then from there to the Annex and Nefas' room. Anything else she happened across was by chance. As was to happen today.



Wandering back down from the annex, she turned down the hallway towards her room when she smelled it. A vampire - which, in a Coven home is not unusual, but this was the scent of a vampire that was not meant to be here. Leaving her journals on a table in the hall, she headed towards the scent, and soon happened upon the white haired intruder. Laure recognized her as one of the rogue vampires that Nefas had hired once or twice. But, she also knew that she was not under his employment at this time. Trying to refrain from snarling, she assumed a look of disinterest as she leant against the wall and watched the girl try and pick the lock of the weapon locker.

"You know, stealing from a vampires home at night is not exactly the brightest idea."

Laure was almost 80 years this girls senior, and more skilled in various things than this girl could ever be in her mere one hundred and twenty something years.

The unmistakeable rasp of a vampires voice was not unexpected, nor was it unwanted. To be caught was about the only challenge Jac could even hope to recieve from a small exercise like this. She'd worked in here, she knew the place inside out and her face was familiar enough around here not to arouse to much suspision. It was easier than taking candy from a baby- becuase after you take the scrumptious little lolly pop the baby will scream and wail until the nearest person comes to it's rescue, but with all this covens and pack rivaly they aren't going to admit that they've been stolen from- that would make them appear weak. It could even make them a target for further thieves.

There is somthing only advanced thieves will understand however. It is widely known in the extremely small and selectively ring of thieves that a good thief never goes for the easy job- becuase when you have enough money to last you several expensive lifetime the only thing your getting out of the job is that essential kick that keeps your step young and happy through eternity. The ring of thieves are few and far spread, barely one per continent but they respect eachother and certain rules are to be followed- although the whole thing is very quiet and Jac's the youngest member.

Anothere thing she hated, she was a 127. So what? Even at her age she still supassed most vampires, maybe not in strength but in skill and stamina.

Jac recognised the vampire first by scent, and then the identity was comfirmed by that un-mistakeable voice. Laure the spy. She'd done the few odd jobs for her- they where always fun but there had always been a mild, unspoken rivarly between them. You see, Jac didn't only steel objects and people, she stole imformation aswell.. just like Laure.

She turned slowly, her icy gaze meeting hers. Jac grinned, showing pointed inscisors- and her vampire teeth weren't even out yet, they where just normally rather sharp. Her eyes glittered with pixie like michief. "Oh, I never liked brightness anyway.. it's always to intense." Her face suddenly turning mysterious. "But babe, honestly.. are you going to stop me? I thought we had a good thing going on." She licked her lips, stepping closer to the vampire spy- thier bodies almost touching.