Midnight at the Docks (Luthen;;Eve)

[Silas Driscoll]

The basement in the University was unbearably and he couldnt wait to be back in the open air once more. He knew what plaguing dreams could be like so in a way he could relate to Eve. Though he felt no pysical pain, the emotional was just as bad. He made his way swiftly over the University's grounds, as he walked, he felt a hand take his arm and he turned around to see Sean looking distressed. Though Sean didnt say anything and neither did Silas, they just stood looking at each other for a moment, and it seemed the two of them drew to some form of standing. Silas knew Sean wanted to help Eve, and Sean knew Silas was the only one he knew of who could help Eve. Sean gave a small and sad smile, to which Silas did not return before he turned and left the boy standing there, making his way to the main gates of the University, soon to be lost in the crowds of the city.

Silas never did like Dublin, it was just one of those places he could never get used to no matter how hard he had tried. He had lived here for a time, a long time ago and had not returned in over a thousand years. It was funny how a place could change in such a short space of time. Well a thousand years wouldnt be short for a Human, but to Silas it was. Now he looked back on it, he realised how quickly it had gone, it was strange. Silas was over three thousand, and he had to be careful of who saw him really, which was why he had his head down walking through the streets. He was a War General and an acomplished one at that, he was in many history books from the war over three thousand years ago in Germany, the war between Germany, Switzerland and England. The first Great War as it was later known. Many of the texts he had read about himself all said the same thing, one day he just vanished and was never seen or heard from again. Still, Silas did not ponder over this for too long.

The crowds were busy as a little boy walked past him with a lolly pop and smiled at him. Silas kept his stony face and lifted his head up, walking through the crowds boldly. He was usually followed by ten or fifteen Vampires who had his back, though this time he was alone, yet he now decided to treat this like the mission it was supposed to be. He could not let his personal feelings cloud his judgment as he had nearly done in her flat and it had nearly been the death of him. How had he let himself come so close to the Sunlight? It was ridiculous. He could sense someone, but he didnt know who it was but he knew someone was following. Ducking down another street, taking a chance at looking back but in a crowd it was impossible to pick just one person out of the crowd. It was pushing eleven and half the people that were out were drunk. One grabbed ahold of Silas which angred him, this was why he did not like Dublin. Gripping the man by the scruff of his neck, Silas had no problem in throwing him through the pubs window. Many people dropped their glasses of beer when they saw this and their eyes widened with fear. Though Silas didnt care, he had a schedule to keep and nobody was getting in the way of it.

He had survived through Wars, he could survive some people hounding him if he really wanted too. Silas just did not like to be touched. He pretty much despised it. Only in fights did he allow people to touch him, put their hand on his shoulder or whatever. Often in a fight, Antonia had gripped his hand. In her first battle, she had done and Silas felt her shaking. He had given her hand a comforting sqeeze before letting go and diving into the fight, though staying close to Antonia if she needed him. Though she soon got into the swings of things and many a Lycan died at her hand that night.

Finally he found himself at the docks, it was just past Eleven judging by when the chimes had gone he would say it was at the latest ten, quarter past Eleven. He sensed something again, his body going rigid as he turned around. His eyes narrowing in the darkness, though he could see fine. There was someone there, but Silas couldnt quite sense who it was. Though one thing for sure was, he knew it was not Eve. Maybe Sean had followed him, and if he had that would have been a huge mistake.

"You, following me," Silas began, "Is beginning to get on my nerves"

[Luthen Crath]

When first issued the order, or rathermore the request as nobody quite felt like ordering him about just yet, Luthen had been rather incredulous, hunt for a seer? There were very few of them about, ever, he'd heard of only one, and he had contacts, good ones at that, throughout the ages, he'd been surprised at first, but he hadn't let it show, like the true professional he could be, now he knew exactly why he was needed, for a seer was vitally important to the cause, plus she'd prove very interesting.

Reaching out with his mind had been no easy task, he'd been ill-used to reaching out so very far, but her power was strong and once he got away from the hive of energy that was Manchester it had been relatively easy to pinpoint her, Ireland eh? Very interesting indeed, and he often enjoyed a trip over there; having fought on both sides during the different conflicts between the UK and Ireland, what a fiasco that had proven to be.

Gaining passage across to Dublin had been easy enough and the voyage had been short and uneventful, just as he liked it, allowing him to strive out towards the girl with his mind; he'd known it was a girl straight away, the last seer had been a strong willed woman too, one he'd known very well indeed, he was definitely as qualified as one could get to aid this young lady, he just hoped he'd get there in time. As the ferry pulled into the docks he swiftly disembarked walking with all possible haste towards her bubbling energy, it fluctuated incredibly showing she wasn't anywhere near in control of emotions, let alone her powers, worry creasing his brow Luthen sped up, until the feelings of another of power, one that was closer smashed into him. Seems like we're not the only ones here then, so focused upon the seer's energy had he been that he only just felt the new energy in time. Diving into a side street Luthen ran, skirting a long way around to dodge the individual.

Not stopping until he'd put a safe distance between them he pinpointed their locations again, making sure he wasn't near what he was pretty sure had felt like a vampire, grumbling he moved off at speed towards the university, emptying his mind completely to keep locked upon her energy, her signal. As he raced through the university grounds he caught another faint signal, not having time to discern what that was he continued on towards the strongest; the girl's. Oblvious to the looks he was being shot he slipped into a place of residance, halting momentarily to pinpoint where in the building she was; downwards, in a basement? Incredulous Luthen headed down anyway as a sinking feeling came into his gullet; this didn't seem right. Gingerly pushing open the door the mechanism for the trap clicked into place and the knife swung down with considerable force into his chest, knocked backwards, with the blade sticking from his chest Luthen fell upon the ground, gasping for breath, taking a hold of the hilt he grasped it hard and yanked hard, withdrawing the blade and allowing his natural healing to begin. A bloody trap, he muttered to himself as the blood seeped back into his wound and it gradually sealed itself, the skin knitting itself painfully back together again. Cursing he kicked open the door, seeing what he now expected, a lock of the girl's hair dangling from the ceiling, shaking his head as her real signals crashed down upon he berated himself silently for falling for such a trick, even if it had been clever. Now he'd have to get running, again. Stumbling to his feet Luthen clutched his chest moving off while the healing process was still at work, a risky move but necessary if he was to stand a chance of catching her; she was already halfway to the docks...

[Eve Regan]

Eve's world was being turned upside down, and she could do nothing about it.

When the man had left, the man whose name she still didn't know, she had surprisingly not broken down, but had managed to hold herself together; clearing her head and thinking about things rationally; the first thought had been sleep, but with the man's exit Sean had immediately returned. She related everything to him, telling him the minutest detail that could somehow help her, she mulled over everything with him, bouncing ideas off of him and saying how very sorry she was for having to leave him, and that she wouldn't blame him at all for breaking up with her, in fact she thought it for the best. To that he'd rolled his eyes and replied he'd stand by her no matter what, but she'd stressed that she had to go alone and they'd battled it out for a good hour, but Sean had finally relented, knowing he was only making it more difficult for Eve if he tried being clingy, much as he wanted to be.

Shooing Sean from the room then, he'd only get in the way whilst she packed the bare essentials she mulled over her decision, still not sure why she was doing it, she just knew it was the right thing now, she couldn't be a danger to others so she had to go, there was no element of choice, and that was how she'd live with this huge life changing decision.

With every speedily packed, a large rucksack that she used for the occassional hike during the summer, now filled with everything she could think that she would definitely need; namely clothes, some food, as she had't had chance to ask if meals would be provided wherever it was they were actually going, a little make-up too and basic odds and ends along with her laptop. With everything packed at the foot of her bed she pursed her lips hands upon hips trying to think if she needed anything else, nothing came to mind so she curled up onto her bed to try getting a few hours decent kip before this frightening, new stage of her life began...

Her alarm woke her at 11 o'clock, with a sigh she dressed in warmer clothes suitable for going aboard a ship, and ate a meagre supper to keep her strength up, Sean arrived muttering to himself,
"are you sure this is a good idea, we could get help for you here."
"No Sean we couldn't, and this guy's offered his services,"
"But ye can't trust a complete stranger Eve," irritably Eve threw down her knife rounding upon her boyfriend, "I have to Sean, and you bleeding well know that, so stop making me feel so damn guilty." Deciding she'd had enough of her meal, suddenly it didn't seem so appetising now the time was drawing near for her departure, she pushed away her plate standing she bit her lip looking over at Sean, "you know I'm really gonna miss you,"
"yeh right," he laughed jokingly, "you're starting an exciting new life, filled with strange men already."
"But none as gorgeous as you," she replied quickly kissing him lightly upon the cheek, "so big strong man, will you carry my bags for me?" Smiling sweetly she took up her smaller bag, with her laptop in herself and let Sean lug the heavier rucksack.
"Why'd I have to fall for a pretty face, and those puppy dog eyes."
"You love me really," laughed Eve, stepping outside of her room and locking it for the final time, "I'll post this too you if I don't come back soon."
"But you will be coming back soon," was his immediate response, punching her playfully in the shoulder, "or else I'll find someone fitter," you probably will thought eve knowing any girl was lucky to have him, but out loud she responded with shake of the head and the words, "who'd have ye Seany boy?" Setting off down the stairs they quickly left the halls of residance, swiftly moving through the university grounds and into the city itself; taking the most direct route to the docks, enroute Sean chattered away trying to keep their minds of the imminenent goodbye.

Both failed to notice the trimly suited man sweep back into the shadows as they walked down a long street lined with tall, terraced houses, few people were about at this hour, only the real drunkards being thrown from the pubs, though students were beginning to troop back to their dorms, a group tried to hail them but they ignored their drunken shouts, gritting their teeth and moving as quickly as they could towards the docks. Slowing his pace, Eve wondered if he was running out of breath and had a stitch or something, but instead he stopped sayng,
"I just want to talk to him first, let me go on ahead,"
"wha..." taken aback she could only watch as Sean ran on ahead, easily outstripping her, "just stay there," he yelled back. Pursing her lips she slowed then stopped, guessing she might as well give Sean his time alone with him, he'd probably try telling him to keep her safe or something, which was precisely what he was planning.

Standing alone in the street, Eve wondered what on earth she was doing, she felt like a plank just standing there, so moving off to the side she crouched down against the fence of the nearest house, leaning back against the fairly comfortable wood planks. Only then did she notice she was being watched, a figure moved out from behind a car, her breath catching in her throat she was about to jump up and run when she felt her body go numb, she was paralysed, all she could do was stare fearfully up at this hulking figure. A hand whipped a syringe from out of his trenchcoat, and he crouched down beside the girl grumbling, "this won't hurt a bit," as he jabbed the needle into her neck, releasing the cargo of precious, illegal liquid that would stay in her blood and could be used to track her with pinpoint accuracy, it was also laced with a little amnesia pill, just the tiniest amount to make her forget the last few minutes...

Eyes flickering Eve's blurred vision saw a hazy figure moving away from her, shaking herself, she stood, wonderinged if she'd dozed off for a second, she was tired enough to manage it, but she had to get to the docks and quick. Grabbing her bag that lay prone beside her she briskly began walking onwards knowing the man that was prepared to help her would be waiting, and wouldn't be best pleased to hear she'd fallen asleep, or worse the truth that she was now a walking beacon for whosoever had injected her. Seeing Sean up ahead with the man, she knew instantly they were arguing heatedly, but only heard Sean mutter, "just look after her is all, that's all I'm asking." He turned to Eve with a grim look, placing her rucksack beside her foot he leaned in for an embrace whispering, "he didn't tell me anything, I've no idea where you're going." His voice cracked at the end as the two embraced fiercely. "I'll stay in touch," she whispered back, of course neither knew that the man could hear each word as clear as crystal.
"I'll miss you Eve," he said breaking the hug and looking at his shoes.
"I'll be back before you know it," she replied with forced hopefulness, kissing him tenderly upon the lips she wished it could last forever, but broke away first, spinning upon her heel abruptly she gathered up her belongings and walked away towards the man, not wanting Sean to see the tears travelling down her cheeks. He stood watching her retreating back, his expression sour, he'd seen her blink back the tears, they both had to be strong now, especially her.

[Silas Driscoll]

Silas turned around slowly after his chosen sentance, unaware that Eve had become a walking beacon, though quite aware of the presence of not one, but two Malkavians and this worried him deeply. You could see the faint trace of worry in his face, the two of them were not travelling on a ferry as it was dangerous for Silas if the sun came up he would be trapped with nowhere to go. So they were going on a normal run of the mill cargo ship, not the most pleasant of journeys and it took a while considering it had to stop at the Isle of White before it eventually ran into England. So the two would have plenty of time to talk, which Silas was not sure whether it was a good thing or not. He was still not looking forward to some of the more intimate details about herself, and of course, the important fact of him being a Vampire. Silas knew Sean had his suspicions about Silas, and he knew Eve knew there were things Silas wasnt telling her. Though if he had come right out and gone, "Oh yeah Im a Vampire, Hello!" It would have raised an alarm with both Sean and Eve, and he couldnt afford that yet.

"You knew?" Sean asked a little shocked as he looked upon Silas, "H-how did you know I was following you?"
"You have been following me all night, Sean." Silas replied smoothly, "Since Seven this evening If I am not mistaken."
"You didnt answer my question." Though he was challenging Silas, his voice was trying to sound brave but it failed him and cracked. Silas did admire his bravery, though not so much his curiosity. Everyone knows what it did to the cat. "Who are you?"
"My my, Inquisitive are you not?" Silas gave a rather harsh laugh, followed by a menacing smirk to which Sean sort of flinched at. "I do not believe I have to answer any of your questions."
"You're taking Eve away from me!" He scathed, "I think I have the right to know."
"I knew you were following me because you are not careful and you make it too obvious," Silas sighed, "I often saw you, you may be pursistant, but you are not a good tracker."
"You speak like your something out of a War film" Sean said with an icy tone that made Silas rather proud. Though when Silas smirked once more and advanced upon the tiny Human, fear began to protude from him, Silas could smell it all over the boy.
"You are too inquisitive," Silas said slowly and quietly, he would not harm the boy, but nor would he tell him anything, especially his name. "I need not tell you anything."
"You still didnt tell me who you are, or where you're taking Eve." Sean said, "What if I want to come and see her?"
"That is not possible," Silas said, "While I am training her she is to have no distractions and a hormonal teenage boy with one thing on his mind will do her absolutley no good. Now if you know what is good for you, you will cease your questions because you are starting to irritate me" Silas narrowed his eyes and basically hissed these words out to which Sean did not say anything more.
"Just look after her, thats all I'm asking."
"You have my word"

You couldnt rely on anything better than you could when a Vampire gave you his word. They never broke their word and Silas intended on not breaking his to Sean. He turned his back and walked further down the docks so Sean and Eve could have a moment, though he could hear everything they were saying, he hated to be the bearer of bad news, but it was unlikely she will return. His senses were tingling, something was not right, though for the death of his beating heart he could not think what. Even though Vampires were classed as 'dead' their hearts still beat within thier chests so they still had a pulse, no matter how cold thier flesh was. He was listening to Eve and Sean's conversation, though concentrating on trying to sense what was wrong. Something just didnt feel right, yet it was not the Malkavians he was sensing, it was different. His skin was itching telling him something was wrong, though as he turned around he saw Eve walking towards him, tear stained, looking up he looked at Sean who was equally as tearstained, Silas knew he had to do this so he felt no guilt. Ties had to be severed at some point, Eve's were just sooner than she had hoped. As Eve stood infront of him, he gave one last look to Sean, giving him a nod as if to say, "She is safe with me" and, uncharacteristic for Silas, a small smile and not a sarcastic one either. Silas put an arm around the girls shoulders and steered her towards the ramp, the man at the top knew Silas and knew what he was. Though he was a dear friend, as close as a Human would get as something happened between the two many years ago Silas never forgot. The Human had saved his life when he had been badly injured near his home and nursed the Vampire to health as much as he could. Later on that year, Silas saved the man's daughter from Lycans and since then the two have trusted eachother. Silas had warned him not to speak his name.

"We will be travelling by Cargo ship," Silas told Eve, his arm which was protectivly around her shoulder, moved and soon both his hands were on her shoulder and he was looking her in the eyes. "Sam will make it as comfortable as he can for you. Do not worry, I will keep you safe no matter what." His sensed picked up something too close to home for his liking, his eyes hardening as he looked up the docks, moving protectivly infront of the girl. "Eve, get on the ship now!" He ordered as someone stepped out from the shadows...

[Luthen Crath]

It took him mere minutes to cross the city towards the docks, though it felt like an age to him, his muscles didn't ache yet but he willed them on to pump his strong legs faster and faster as he pelted along, dodging past the drunkards and even knocking one particualrly burly man aside in his haste; it was imperative she wasn't taken by someone else, he had to save her if he could.

Pounding along a street he saw the dank docks come into view, his destination, seeing a young man, little more than a boy to his eyes standing there looking upset he made a presumption running up to him he saw the boy turn and look at him a little angrily, "I must speak to Eve, do you know her?" He demanded a hand grasping the lad's shoulder and squeezing for comfort, "I mean to help her only," he added seeing his dazed expression mingling to become shock and anger.
"What like the other guy?" He retorted angrily shaking out of Luthen's grasp, "he's taking her away from me," he cried sorrowfully. Luthen had no time to console the poor kid, but he said, "she needn't go directly, just tell me where she is, now." The ordering tone crept into his voice, but it worked, and he pointed towards the ship, and the pair boarding a cargo ship. Darting off after the vessel Luthen pelted along the dockyard reaching the ship just as it was being cast off, "I need to speak to you Eve!" He cried swiftly flitting from the shadows up the ramp before it was knocked aside, a tall muscular man stood defensively in his way, eyes narrowing Luthen knew Eve would be there, perhaps not of her own free will.
"I must speak to Eve Regan," he implored his own muscles tensed to move at a moment's notice, and his mind prepared for Telepathic action too. Slipping the knife that had been a part of the trap that he'd been foolish enough to fall for, he proffered it saying, "I believe this is yours, it was an unwelcome gift for my chest." The mocking words were meant to taunt the man into revealing his true vampiric identity, he just hoped they'd have the desired effect, he'd do anything to get to her, even fight the creature if necessary, at the least he had to warn her.

[Silas Driscoll]

Silas could see Sean, and someone came behind him, turning him around and questioning him, to which he could obviously hear. Silas narrowed his icy blue eyes, standing tall, protectivly and rather intimidatingly in the path of Eve as Sam tried to beckon her onto the ship. Saying she did not want to see this. Silas didnt know if Eve had listened to Sam and gone on board, but he seriously hoped she had as he feared this may turn nasty. He watched as Sean pointed towards the ship, "Foolish boy" Silas thought annoyed to himself. Silas had hoped to avoid all of this, he did not want to fight, not infront of Eve, and yet he had given Sean his word that he would keep Eve safe and he was not intending on breaking that promise. Silas tensed as he saw the man begin to make his way upto the ship. "Sam! We have to leave! Now!" Silas yelled back to his friend.

Though it was already too late as the man he knew to be a Malkavian got to the ramp. Silas was worried, he did not want him getting near Eve, if he was a Malkavian, he would know Silas was a Vampire, and that was one little detail Silas did not want Eve knowing just yet. With a forceful push, Silas threw the man back down the ramp and advanced on him. He knew it was too late for them to run from him and Silas knew he had to square upto the man for Eve's safety. Walking down the ramp, he stopped just short and out of arms reach of the Malkavian, which was good as he proceeded to pull out a... dinner knife? What the hell use was a dinner knife? Silas couldnt help the smug smirk that filled his features as he looked upon the pathetic thing. His own knives were tucked hidden beneath his coat, in the sheaths in his belt. Next to where his daughters necklace hung. Though his next statement threw Silas a little bit and caught him off guard. Silas had no idea what he was talking about. He folded his arms, knitted his brow and frowned, his teeth showing through, though it wasnt a big deal that the man could see his fangs. Eve couldnt as she was stood behind him.

"I do not know what you are talking about," Silas answered rather sharply, "What use would I have for a dinner knife?"

Silas examined the knife, it was a bit reddened at the end, but somehow he suspected the man was making it up as to make Silas look bad so Eve would not trust him. Though Silas only ever used dinner knives at dinner, he certainly wouldnt carry one with him. "I do believe you are quite insane if you believe me to be the bearer of a dinner knife." Silas didnt know who this man was, he knew he was a Malkavian and apparently insane too. The flushed look and wide eyes did not suit him and made him look even crazier. Though Silas' body had become rather tense upon the accusation, he remained calm.

[Luthen Crath]

The ship was being made ready to set sail with all haste which left Luthen very little time indeed, Eve was already been taken aboard the vessel, which didn't even look that seaworthy, she might even perish in the crossing if the ship sunk, but that was fear gnawing at him, fear of failing her, he couldn't let her be taken by the Vampires who would likely take her as one of their own withoutn a second thought. Luthen on the other hand knew that he would treat her respectfully, and more importantly he would force her to join no cause unless she wished it. He would give her the choice, just as he had been chosen his path, though fate had had a way with him, it always did latch onto him, even know he was a pawn in a far bigger game, where the stakes were high.

The simple approach of trying to board the vessel, simply to see Eve, failed as he was easily pushed back, he was no match for strength with the Vampire, but he had other means of beating him. "Don't play the fool with me Vampire," he spoke grimly but quietly, his teeth clenched and his expression dark. "Someone set a deadly trap for me, and..." the realisation of who it could be hit him them; Section 13, he'd heard nothing of them in a long time, leastways nothing he could remember. Darting a hasty, stony glance about the dockyard he saw nothing, but he wasn't likely to see anything with the way they worked.

"I must speak to Eve, she has to know certain things, things even you might not know." This was no mere design to fool the vampire, he spoke the absolute truth, he'd known a seer, and known her secrets and how she controlled her abilties, could this vampire boast of the same? He had no way of knowing that, and wouldn't believe him even if he claimed he had, he couldn't take the chance. Seeing the ship's lines were near to being cast off by the efficient lookinf crew he knew time was sorely against him. "You'll miss your ship." He pointed out, his deep brown eyes fixed upon the vampire's inches away from him. But should he fight and potentially seem the agressor? Though to his mind he'd been attacked twice now by this vampire, he couldn't take the chance of losing Eve's trust before he'd even begun to gain it, but neither could the vampire. Moving out of reach of his fangs he moved to the side, amused as the vampire's eyes suspiciously followed him, wondering what he was up to.

"Eve," Luthen bellowed, raising his voice loud enough for her to hear even aboard ship or below deck, "decide everything for yourself, let no others influence you and stay true to your own heart, fate will guide you."

Moving towards the vampire he muttered, "I have to try this," raising his hand he was about to use his abilty when a fleeting shadow moved out of the corner of his eye, distracting him for a split second, but a second enough for a swift vampire to move...

[Silas Driscoll]

It was foolish for a Malkavian to challenge a Vampire by use of pysical strength as she simply were too weak for them. Also Vampires were faster than Malkavians so Silas had the upper hand in this quite considerably. He looked scathingly and quite discusted at the man that stood infront of him. "If I had laid a deadly trap out for you fool it would not have failed!" Silas snapped back rather harshly and quite startlingly. "You would be dead if I wished it to be so. Someone like me does not fail when it comes to matters like that," Silas rolled his eyes, "Young people..."

Though when Luthen had stopped talking during what was fast becoming into a heated debate, Silas had to ponder why he had suddenly stopped accusing him. No matter, maybe he realised Silas was out of his league to contend with. Though this didnt matter to Silas, all that mattered to the Vampire was getting Eve to England safely. He did not care for anything else, and he would be damned if he was going to let a Malkavian snatch her from right under his nose. It was not going to happen, Silas had promised himself he would never fail again after Chan, and he hadnt, he didnt intend on starting now. Not with Eve, especially not with Eve.

"Do you think," Silas said softly, "One as old as me would fall for such a schoolyard trick? You insult my intelligence boy!" The man was young compared to Silas, even if he was old himself. He had known a Seer in his time. One that he cared never to mention or to even think about. She was part of his past. She could have told Silas that his family were to die soon as she has foreseen it, but no, she had not and she had not saved them. Silas, safe to say, was majorly annoyed at the woman, and unfortunatly, left her own fate. "I can run fast, and jump further. I shall not miss it" Silas spoke in a low and demeaning sort of tone, as though he was speaking down to the Malkavian. Which in a way he was, he did not like this Malkavian. He was too pushy. Reminded him a bit of himself though, as he seemed he would not give up. Well, if he wanted to fight for the girl, he would gladly do so, as it would be Silas walking away from it. Not the Malkavian.

Silas went to take another step towards the Malkavian, though suddenly he felt something jolt rather painfully inside him. It was slightly overpowering, it was so strong, it was a mix of pain and hatred. More over, the one he felt the most was fear. He knew exactly who it belonged to. Though he had never had to endure this before. Silas had had to clutch onto the barrier for support, he was still wary of the Malkavian, though the pain that seered though his gut and through his mind had paralised him of a sort. He could not tell the man to shut up, nor could he have shut him up at that minute. What was Ranvier doing back home? Was he not watching her? Though, the pain ended suddenly and for some reason, he felt a little strange and he feared the worst. "Antonia..." He muttered rather painfully, his haste to get home only increasing now, as a Sire could feel their sired feelings sometimes, and Antonia's fear had been huge.

"Eve will do what is right by her," Silas said angrily, "I shall not force her, as I have not forced her anywhere along this journey." Silas saw the Malkavian move and knew he was going to do some hocus pocus as Silas called it. Not in his lifetime, A Malkavian hadnt been able to hit Silas before, another record he wasnt about to break. He ran, at quick speed so he was nothing more than a blur to the Malkavian as their eyes could not keep up. With a kick at the legs, to make him fall over. Silas grabbed them before throwing him into the wall. He would take no chances. Standing over the Malkavian, Silas simply said, "You have proved your foolishness by attempting that." Though, would that be the end of it?

[Luthen Crath]

Each and every vampire had one flaw that Luthen had always seen as rather prominent; their arrogance, because they had more years behind them they thought themselves immeasurably superior to all other beings, Luthen on the other hand knew that a schoolkid could potentially defeat anyone, everyone slipped up, he'd say everyone was human but they weren't, yet everyone did make mistakes. It was only natural, this vampire was underestimating Luthen, believing him weak, he of course knew he could never match up to the vampire for strength, agility and speed they were of course crucial in a fight, but Luthen wasn't about to fight fair, nor was he truly fighting in the conventional sense, he needed Eve to see this attack, and he hoped he had succeeded in his endeveour, for as soon as he'd seen the vampire he'd known he was old and wise meaning he stood very little chance against him in a match-up, even with his clever tactics. Simply giving the vampire a withering glance he refrained from falling for the bait, he wouldn't lose his cool with taunts, incinuations that he was a mere child could hardly hurt him. He simply thought, I really don't die that easily, he of course refrained from saying this as this would give away a key advantage, for the Vampire couldn't know that, not yet at least.

"Sometimes simple works," chuckled Luthen with a shrug as he set his plan of advising Eve into action. The vampire might be able to bridge the gap in a simple stride, but he couldn't manage that if he was frozen in midair with Luthen's telekinesis, thankfully he kept well trained and proficicent with it, constantly testing and trying to strengthen his mind. That was the plan at least, plans were always subject to change though, especially his vagueries.

As the vampire took a step nearer Luthen wisely took a step back his eyes still rivetted upon his oppenant, much as he wanted to see if Eve were watching he knew a single second of concentration snapped would be disastrous for him. As the vampire suddenly keeled over, a sheer pain seemingly racking his body Luthen knew then was his chance to strike, but he would have been seen as the aggressor, so he waited.

He didn't have long to wait, mere seconds as he stored that name Antonia into his memory, that could potentially prove invaluable information, he'd have to analyse that later. Right now he was about to be thrown bodily against the wall, with his legs taken from under him before he had chance to react at all, he was hurled against the wall, and man did he feel the impact, wincing he fell in a heap, his back up against the wall, his eyes closing, but not slipping into unconciousness as he wanted the vampire to think but to summon up his strength and concentrate his force upon him, a large amount of his energy would be needed in order to hit him, he didn't need to aim if everything surrounding him for a dozen metres was hurled away. Letting loose his force Luthen shoved everything away from him throwing the vampire skywards, but that wouldn't be enough, as the healing already took effect upon his bruised body he pushed himself up about to hold the vampire in mid air with sheer force of will, it would require much energy but it should work.

A raging pain swept through him with a terrible force, apparently coming from nowhere, most definitely not the vampire, he wasn't alone. His entire body was racked with pain and he stumbled forwards, falling upon his chest as all his pain sensors were struck at once with a mighty blow. Momentarily paralyzed he could only thrive upon the ground in agony whilst agonzingly trying to form a defence and drive the attacker out of his mind...meanwhile the vampire would be escaping with Eve, but he could do nothing about it; nothing at all.

[Silas Driscoll]

It wasnt there arrogance that was their flaw, certainly not in Silas' case for he was usually cool headed and yes, he believed himself stronger than Malkavians because he was. Though if a Vampire lost their cool against one and didnt think about what they were doing, it could prove to be a fatal mistake. One Silas was soon to make, though not intentional. Silas rarely made mistakes as he learnt from his past ones, he was strong minded and even stronger willed. He did have a few fears about Eve getting into his mind, but his mind was strong and at the moment she would not be able to get in it. As he was training her mind, he would train his own. Trying to make sure she can not tap in, either accidental or not, into his mind, for he was sure she would not like what she saw within his memories, his past, his present and... Silas did not want to know what was in his future. Silas watched as the man chuckled like an idiot to himself, to which Silas replied with a frown and a discusted look. They were not in the school yard giggling at passing girls who took their fancy for crying out loud.

"Lucky for me I do not take chances like that"

After Silas had thrown the Malkavian down, it didnt even occur to him that this could be some form of ploy. He didnt realise, he had thrown him with little effort and further than any human could, plus, not to mention the fact that the power behind the throw had left a considerable dint in the wall. If Eve was watching, she would certainly have questions. Then it dawned on him. Eve. This had been a plan all along. Right from the start! He had wanted Silas to attack him, he had wanted Silas to show how powerful he was, he wanted Eve to see. He wanted Eve to know. That just angered the Vampire even more to the brink of where he actually wanted this man dead. Silas felt as much hatred for him right now as he did for the Lycans, and Silas never had a problem with the Malkavians before, this, might just make Silas despise them now. For if you had one bad apple in the bunch, the rest would surely turn sour. Silas could believe he had fallen for such a stupid trick, how had he not seen what he was plotting? Of course he wasnt a seer, but Silas could usually see a trick when one was being played, and he did not like being made a fool of. That was his first mistake. His second was losing his cool, and his third was to come soon. Hoo boy, three mistakes in one night, Silas was going to be extreamly cranky once this was over.

It hadnt even occured to him that the mention of Antonia's name could have put her in danger. Right now his main focus was on Eve, and the threat that laid stunned by the wall. Though he seemed to be in a non-moving position, so turning his back assuming the man to be unconsious, he began to move forward to the ship, looking up, he saw Eve watching everything with Sam's hand resting on her shoulder. Giving a small sigh he realised he had put his foot in it big time now, and would probably have some explaining to do. Though this was cut short as something strong hit into Silas' back. It was powerful knocking the very breath out of him as Silas was hurled up in the air. Quite a distance too but it didnt matter, Vampires landed on their feet. They had been known to jump 60 floor buildings and not be hurt. Though Silas' ribcage felt as though it had shattered from the force of the impact, not only that, but a waste bin, or dumpster, which held much of a ships disguarded cargo had crashed into his front when he had managed to turn around, seconds before he was hurtled upwards. He would feel the effects on that later that was for sure.

It seemed as though something happened to the man, because Silas began to fall and from quite a ways up to. He managed to spin himself around in the air so his feet were pointing down, not his head, it would not do to have his skull cracked open now would it. That would give him one hell of a headache, not that he needed help there. This entire mission had given him one hell of a headache. It had become a right pain in his side, literally. Silas managed to land on his feet firmly, but due to being slightly dazed from the impact of the dumpster and the blast, he landed unsteadily though managed to regain his balance as he half walked, half stumbled over to the ramp, to which Sam hurried down to help him, "Do not!" Silas ordered, he had been injured already, he did not want the help of a human adding to his embarrassment. "I can walk fine, get the ship ready and get us out of here."

The ship began to move as Silas looked over the side to where the man lay, still dazed. Silas was clutching his ribcage with his left arm, breathing in slow, but ragged breaths as though he was finding it difficult, which he was. He had not had to heal himself for over two hundred years, this was new to him once more and it would take a good long while before it kicked in. He stumbled away from the edge, though finding the wall of the Cabin, he slid down it, sitting on the floor of the deck, breathing in slow and ragged breaths. Sam came out rather worridly, bringing the Vampire a coffee. Though Silas did not drink that stuff it was awful, but Sam told him it had blood in it too so he had best drink it. Sam had obviously mixed blood and coffee so Eve would not notice. The added blood would help quicken the healing process too, which made it a bonus, "Eve.." Silas breathed, "Is she," he let out a loud gasp as the healing began to work, first on his shattered bones, splintering them backtogether or growing them back where nescessary. He had forgotten how painful healing was, "Is she well?" Sam looked at Silas, "Is Eve alright, or is she not?" Sam shook his head, "I-I dont know Silas." Silas could have swore, not because he didnt answer his question, but because he used his name. "How can you not know?" Silas asked, "She is difficult to read, but more importantly, are you alright Silas?" Getting annoyed now, Silas pushed Sam away from him. "First of, my safety and well being are not important, Eve's is. Secondly I told you to not use my name, do you, or do you not remember that conversation?" Sam apologized and left. Silas wondered if Eve was alright, but he would check later, he had to let his healing complete, if he moved while it was healing, it could be dangerous to him.

[Eve Regan]

Blinking away the tears as she left a forlorn Sean behind her she resolutely strode off with the man, taking deep, controlled breaths to calm herself Eve stared blankly ahead, leaving Sean like this was breaking her from the inside out, but she had to, there was no other choice. Hearing but not fully registering the man's words saying they would be journeying by cargo ship Eve was simply trying to shut down her strong, swirling emotions thus she barely even noticed as she was guided towards the hulking ship, didn't see the captain nor hear how he'd try to make the voyage somehow more comfortable for her, she was beyond caring and now believed she deserve a little hardship as a penance for what she was putting Sean through, trying to drive the guilt away was difficult, the weight of it all was suffocating, but such thoughts of regret and remorse where driven from here mind as the crisp order registered in her mind, blinking she nonetheless began to follow the command, knowing he meant to keep her safe from harm, that was until she heard the voice calling out to her, the voice that had continually been present in her dreams, a guiding force trying to help her, trying to turn and see the man whose face she felt sure she'd already know, not from reality but from the dream world that often merged with her own daily life reality becoming hazy, converging to become a single true image, where the images in the dream became more important, crucial to her. As the captain tried to bustle her aboard a heavy hand upon the shoulder strap of her rucksack pushing her up the gangplank, she tried to crane her neck back but found herself propelled forward, her vision behind obscured as she couldn't get a decent look back. But the sincerity of the man's voice claiming he needed to speak to her, the urgency made her worry, aboard the ship the captain demanded, "go below now, we're setting sail this instant," his crew immediately jumped to their stations but Eve refused to be shepharded below, "no way," she muttered, slided the heavy rucksack from off her shoulder, stamping upon the foot of the large sailor who was trying to direct her down below deck, and slipping back around darting to the side, and clutching onto the railing as she stared out at the events unfolding before her. Usually she wouldn't have acted so rashly, but something had propelled her, she wanted to hear what the newcomer had to say and she'd seen all this happen before, she'd felt an inexplicable drive to turn and see this man, and now she knew why, for she'd seen the exact same scene before, within a reoccuring dream she'd been having for weeks now, it was exactly the same, she even felt the same wind flutter her hair and the same smells of the sea and the overpowering smell of the coffee beans that made up the bulk of this ship's cargo.

Watching open mouthed she saw everything unfold, leaning out to try hearing their hushed words she knew they were important and felt compelled to know everything they were saying, but she couldn't as the gangplank was already being removed and the ship being made ready for sail in double quick time. Eve clearly heard the words addressed directly to here and her eyes briefly connected with the lean bearded man's, her face a mask of confusion and consternation as she clung upon his every word.

She knew instinctively what was going to happen seconds before it occured, shivers flew down her spine she the man she had trusted would make the first move, make the first blow, swiping the legs from under him and flinging his opponent against a dry stone wall, she gasped, wincing upon hearing the heavy impact, in wonderment as to how he could be thrown so far, such strength would be needed; inhuman strength. Biting her lip on seeing the man slumped against the wall seemingly unconcious she knew it was a ploy before she could have done and knew in retaliation her protector would be thrown sky high, hover for an instant then land with cat like agility upon his feet, unhurt, and she knew the other would be left writhing in agony upon the ground, his advantage lost.

All this unfolded so quickly, and she knew she could do nothing, the dream had commanded she stay there, a simple, helpless onlooker. Her sad eyes never left the injured man who convulsed in unspeakable pain upon the ground. As her supposed protector stumbled aboard, he too injured she looked with horror upon him, worried about his wounds but terrified for the other who still writhed in pure agony, pain she presumed was being caused by him. She couldn't tear her eyes from the injured man whose entire body spasmed in jolts of pain which caused her anguish, she hated the very thought that she had caused this, that he'd done this to protect her. This was all her fault.

Staring in horror back to the docks, she couldn't stand by and do nothing, shaking herself she tore her wide eyed gaze from the horror she was witnessing; the torture, and rounded upon the man she thought responsable...

Running over and not knowing the words that had passed between him and the captain her palm connected with the side of his cheek with a stinging blow meant to break his concentration to stop the torturous pain she believed him to be causing the man on the shore. Anger at him, but more so herself blazed in her eyes then, her face set in grimly as she span upon her heel to look back; it had worked. The man no longer writhed in torment, but lay dreadfully still, gasping she clung to the rails looking back her eyes wide, "no," she near sobbed, until his head lifted a hand reaching out after her, she could feel their eyes connect for a moment, broken when his head fell back to the cold ground.

About to wheel upon the man before her, she suddenly stumbled, her eyes staring blankly ahead, gradually widening they rolled back into her skull, her pupils disappearing a milky white only could be seen as a voice completely unlike her own, or any other spoke calmly from her lips, a voice so beautiful, yet strong and commanding, a choir of angels, "you both shall fight for my freedom forever." Blinking Eve stumbled forwards, catching herself before she fell, the true vision of the future ovr...for now. Shaking herself Eve's eyes narrowed as she moved over to her supposed protector.

Only now did she see the full extent of his wounds, the way he clutched his chest in pain, and his bruised, if not broken ribs, his ragged breathing, and the way he gritted his teeth trying not to think of the pain; her features became overcast afresh in shock and worry, gasping Eve knelt beside him. "Are you ok?" She mumbled feeling utterly torn between the pair. "What did you do to him and why did you do it?" She asked raising a slight hand to his cheek, where her sharp hand had connected moments ago, tenderly but a little fearfully, she touched his cold cheek, moving his head to face her, her questionning light brown eyes, with unshed tears blinked back staring into his dazzling blue tinged with bloodshot red.
Eve spoke softly, the sorrow in her voice plain, "I don't want protecting if you have to hurt people like that, why do people have to fight like that?" She demanded her voice taking on an authoratitive edge, "it isn't right."

Settling back and taking her hand from his cheek before it was slapped away she sat cross legged beside him, saying "I should jump off this hunk of junk right now," eyes never leaving his face she continued, "but I won't, if you give me some real answers, just tell me the truth." She pleaded, "I don't even know who you are." Looking back to the diminishing shore line she sighed heavily, wondering if she really had made the right choice, for now she thought it had been a choice, perhaps that man had had answers too. She knew both of them quite completely from the dreams, both were prominent in them, not always together but they were often there, and often seemed to be trying to do all in their power to help her, she trusted both instinctively, even though she was slightly horrified and what she had just witnessed, she couldn't even begin to explain it, and never could she describe the wild, varying emotions she felt now.

[Harold Veldon]

Now one might be wondering how the battle between Luthen and Silas ended so abruptly, when the two were fairly evenly matched, both had their wits about them and are adept at fighting, the answer was a third parties involvment. Harold Veldon could have happily watched the pair slug it out for an age, then simply walk in and slaughter them both when they were worn out, but he had a far greater, and more complex plan that needed them both alive and well. A few scrapes and bruises was fine, but they were necessary, in fact vital, pawns in his masterplan. Harold was infamous as a scheming individual, but nobody quite knew the extent of his prowess of manipulating others, he made sure they didn't know.

Right now Luthen Crath was being a nuisance, he would be invaluable in his plans at a later date, assuredly so, but not now. He'd hoped the vampire would deal with him, but apparently they were too evenly matched and the wily man had gained an upper hand, it might have been temporary but Harold could not take that chance, he had to intervene, but in his usual crafty, underhand manner. Grimly moving a little out from the deep shadows he resided in Veldon eyes narrowed, focusing upon Luthen and piercing his very mind, wracking the man with a terrible pain that shot throughout his entire system, battering every pain sensor at once; naturally the vampire was instantly released as Luthen's concentration was completely redirected to defending himself. But it would do him no good, Harold was by far the stronger, and Luthen knew not who he was fighting against, having struck first Harold had the immediate advantage, one he wouldn't lose.

As the vampire made good his escape Harold's thin, cruel smile split into a manic grin, yes this could work very well indeed. His sharp, magnified eyesight saw the girl, the seer he was working so hard to direct in the path he chose for her, was gazing back at Luthen, doubtlessly feeling his pain. Harold timed it to perfection, as she slapped the vampire, a fiesty move that he much admired her for, he ceased the mind war with Luthen, allowing him a moment's respite, yes it would seem exactly like the vampire had been the one torturing the poor fellow. As the ship faded into the distance Harold moved out from the shadows smiling at the crumpled heap of the man before him, walking with heavy, deliberate footsteps he watched in amusement as Luthen span to confront him, rolling onto his back, recognition instant. "My my, you have become a thorn in my side my old friend, what shall I do with you?"
Luthen's eyes darkened, his defences now up though both knew it wouldn't be good enough in his already weakened state. "Bow to the inevitable Mr Crath." Now bending over him, their mind war recommenced, two terrible forces battling ferociously, Harold's hand whipped out grasping Luthen's forehead as he spoke with satisfaction, "now it's time to forget these little happenings my friend...oh and me again." Taking the memories of the past few hours Veldon smiled with grim satisfaction; it would work quite perfectly, as Crath fell to the ground once more, Veldon saw a group of passing dockhands giving him a wide berth.
"Anyone want one hundred pounds?" He called, their eager eyes soon lit up and two men ran over without a second thought, their greed overcoming their fear.
"Just take this man and dump him in the nearest..."
"no we ain't getting involved in nothing dangerous." Exclaimed the one man, getting cold feet quickly.
"You're in way over your head already," snapped Veldon twitching his wrist and sending the burly man flying through the air, as the other made ready to flee, he transfixed him quite effortlessly in place, this men were big but stupid, it was easy.
"Two hundred pounds to do this simple task." Shoving the two hundred pound sterling notes into the man's hand as he stared wide eyed but paralysed. Lacing his voice with command that the man couldn't resist he ordered again, "take my drunk friend here and put him in the nearest pub, now." With that he departed noticing there was not a single person about on what would have been a busy night loading ships but nobody stayed around long with mysterious goings on occuring, and Veldon seemed to have a knack of clearing an area, perhaps it was something he said?

[Silas Driscoll]

As Sam got up and walked away, leaving Silas crouched on the floor, his coat spanned out around him and he no longer looked like the intimidating man he once did. At least this showed Eve that he could get injured like any other, though she also saw that it takes a lot and one hell of a lot of power to do so. He was still seething at the Malkavian for tricking him so, what Silas did not realise was there was something deeper going on, something that not even the Malkavian could know about. The dinner knife came back to him, Silas now knew that he wasnt lying about that, but that could only mean Eve had done it. Though why? His blue eyes opened and looked up at the girl who was looking over the railing. His eyes full of shock and dissapointment, he had hoped she was not a killer.

When Eve looked at Silas, he immediatly turned his head away from her. Silas could not believe she would be capable of something like that, but she was a Seer so she would have seen him coming for her, maybe that was why? Or maybe it was meant for Silas himself? No, if it was meant for Silas she wouldnt have come here tonight. Why was she acting so worried then if she had tried to kill him? As he looked up, something hard connected with his cheek, though it didnt make him move that much, though his eyes did look down at his bloodstained shirt, slowly more blood was seeping through it. That dumpster had done more damage to him than he thought.

Silas only looked up when a voice left Eve, one not like her own. He shook his head and looked away after it had finished. So he wouldnt give up would he? Was she really worth all this pain? Of course she was, he knew that and not just because of her being a Seer, but because of who she reminded Silas of. He heard her approaching him once again, and readied himself for whatever she threw at him. Eve couldnt hurt him really before, but she could now, all it would take was one hard knock to his ribs and he would writhe in pain once more.

Silas had his eyes closed, his breathing not steadying and clutching to himself. He could not believe after his protecting her like he said he would she had slapped him. Such appreciation that, remind him not to do it again in a hurry. "Brilliant..." Silas said rather nastily and sarcastically, he was about to ask her, but then her next question came as her hand came to his face, clearly flinching as she touched him. He did not like contact with people unless he instigated it or was fighting. "What did I do to him!?" Silas half snarled, "And why? Are you really this impossible? Could you honestly be that dense?" Silas was being harsh but he wasnt just worrying about Eve anymore. He was worried for Antonia and Ranvier too, and himself as this wound did not seem to be healing at all. "I threw him into a wall and I did it to protect you! You saw exactly what I did!" Silas looked at her when she spoke again, though he just grimaced, the pain in his chest was near unbearable as healing only made it hurt more. She removed her hand, which was good cause Silas would just slap it awat otherwise, slowly and painfully, he stood up, stumbling a little as he wasnt exactly steady anymore. Sam came rushing over to catch the Vampire, but he caught himself and held up a hand to Sam, "I am quite capable of staying on my feet Sam, I thought you of all people know that!"

He half stumbled, half walked to the barrier on the starboard side of the deck and clutched onto it. He could feel the blood running down his torso, maybe he should get a bandage for it. Looking back to Eve deciding to answer he last statement. "You will find out Eve, not everything is right in the world," Silas snarled, but because of the pain and he gingerly clutched his chest again, "Some things are very wrong, look at Wars. They arent right but people fight to protect their country, Hell I did some fighting too in the war," Notice how he does not specify which one, "I lost a lot of good people, good men and people who I cared about! Not everything is right, nor is it fair, but people have to fight to protect things." He looked at her, and Sam was edging closer to Eve until he whispered in her ear, "Do not piss him off, its not a good idea" Silas ignored the comment Sam made to Eve and continued, "Tonight was no different, I did not want to hurt him but I had no choice, I was doing it to protect you. It does not matter if you do not want people getting hurt who try and protect you, they will and that is unavoidable!"

Silas' eyes narrowed as she said she should jump, they were far from land now, there was none in sight so it would make no difference. Silas was fast losing his patience, being injured like this was bad enough but having a teenager who thought she knew everything was not helping his anger. "Then jump if it does make you feel better," Silas snapped, "But I shall not follow you this time!" It could be his wounds, but Silas was fast giving up on the want to protect someone who seemed to be increasingly ungrateful of his sacrifices, he looked back at her with cold eyes when she said she wanted the truth, "I have given you nothing but the truth. Everything I have said has been true whether you believe them or not is your concern, it shall hold no sway on my conscience" Silas was clinging to the side of the ship, it was the only thing that was keeping him upright, the blood was seeping through the shirt and even in this moonlit darkness you could see the wet patches forming showing where the blood was flowing. Sam spoke next, with concern as he looked at Silas, clearly seeing the blood flowing, "Maybe we should bandage you up mate?" Sam knew better than to order Silas as he would not like it, but Silas ignored Sam and looked at Eve. "Will knowing my name make you feel any better?" He argued, he really had wanted to avoid name basis' and he couldnt believe after everything Eve was still questioning his intentions. "My name is Silas Driscoll." He said this simply, though you could tell by his voice he had not wanted to tell her. His name alone was dangerous, afterall it had been mentioned many times in books along with pictures of him but he could not lie. Not now.

"Silas I really think we ought to--"
"Sam!" Silas reprimanded
"What she knows your name now!"
"I do not need a doctor!"
"At least let me have a lo--"
"No."
"But"
"No"
"Silas!"
"Sam I said no!"

[Eve Regan]

Eve was a kind and gentle soul really, especially when compared with the violence and brutality of the world she was being inexorably drawn into, so when the man whom she'd placed her trust in, who had actually done all he could to protect, was annoyed at her lack of gratitude she felt truly sorry, and said as much.

"I'm just really confused at the minute, and seeing violence first hand like that...well it's frightening." She admitted knowing she wouldn't be getting used to this new world as fast as he would like, it was going to take her a long time to grow accustomed to it all, she'd been torn from her very roots within hours, a split second had changed everything, when he'd knocked at her door.

She'd bristled upon being called dense and impossible, both unfair remarks to her mind, she couldn't really be blamed for it all, she hadn't been important before and the fact that people would injure themselves like this for her sake,and battle so ferociously over her, well what she could do, it was just sickening, and she couldn't even comprehend nor know the true extent of it, that people would willingly lay down their very lives to save her. If she'd known that then she'd have jumped right away, taken herself and hid far away, away from the world away from everything, but the dreams hadn't shown her that future...not yet.

"I know you did all that to protect me," she said softly, still trying to come to terms with it, "but I can't easily understand why you'd want to protect me so, we don't know each other. It's just scary is all." She shrugged biting her lip in silent consternation. As he stumbled awkwardly to his feet, and staggered near drunkenly to the rail she instinctively went to wrap an arm about his waist to offer what little support she could, but Sam's put down was enough to deter her, and she simply stood by the railing next to him, close to show she wasn't afraid of him, but did actually trust him. As he gazed out to sea she leaned back against the railing, pushing herself back gently to look into his dark eyes, not caring for the Captain's withering look as she could probably easily fall.

On hearing the man's epistle about the world and she agreed with his rather bleak outlook on it, especially given her current circumstances, before she'd been able to escape it all, now she was being thrust into it head first, made to run before she could walk as they say. "I suppose you're right," she muttered in reply, placing a comforting hand upon his broad shoulder, squeezing gently it was soon shook off, "I guess I'm gonna have to get used to you being always right, just like you're gonna have to stop shrinking away every time I touch you!" She laughed giving him the tinest of playful punches on the shoulder, hoping he wouldn't retaliate with one of his own or she'd be in the water even without his amazing strength.

"I wish it was avoidable though, I want people to know that," Eve answered, "but wishes won't get me anywhere," she added hastily, knowing already that he didn't like her being naive, playful he'd just have to put up with though, it was in her nature, "don't worry grumps I won't jump, I wouldn't last five seconds in these waters." She laughed with more heart now, turning and leaning down to look over the side at the crashing water against the ship's hull. Hearing Sam mutter "too right." She ignored his sarcasm, just like she'd ignored his warning not to upset the man further, she had to know the truth and she wouldn't stop until she did, receiving his name felt like a long way towards it. "See that wasn't so hard, and Silas is a good name, it suits you." Mainly because she'd heard no other by that name, or had she?

Not getting chance to dwell upon it as Sam began a fruitless effort to try getting Silas to let him look at the chest wound, Eve laughed, "man you're so stubborn." Shaking her head ruefully Eve stepped away from the rail, having found her sea legs remarkably quickly, mostly due to the fact that an uncle had often enjoyed taking out his favourite neice on fishing trips, even from the tender age of seven until now when she'd still gone on his boat with him, there would be none of that anymore, and it saddened her, but she might be back at some point, she had to hold onto that hope; to keep her going.
"So I don't suppose pointing out that in order to protect me you need your strength and letting Sam..the Captain I mean, help you is the only way you can protect me, well I don't suppose that will persuade you will it?" Who says a degree in interpol and french didn't make her articulate, she could get across any argument if she put her mind to it.
"No?" She asked with a laugh, "well I'm going to check on my things, some sailor has probably been stealing all my stuff, especially my perfumes, I hear they like that kinda thing." Sticking her tongue out at Sam she brushed past him, leaving the two alone, she didn't much care if they started discussing her, she was beginning to expect the unexpected.

[Silas Driscoll]

It would taste a lie to say Silas wasnt in the least bit annoyed, but you could tell that by the harshness of his words to the young girl. Though Silas didnt really mind that much, if he had to be harsh to make her see the seriousness of this, of her situation then harsh is what he would be. Silas knew Sam got scared when Silas lost his temper, he had seen what the Vampire could do first hand and it frightened him to think Silas could one day turn on him. Though Silas would not unless Sam gave him a reason too, which he doubted as Silas had helped save the humans neck more than once!

"Yes it is when you first see it," Silas said, remembering his missions in the war and the cold brutality of mercyless killings and men being slaughtered, most of whom by Silas himself. He had been cold from the start, but even he was nervous when he first saw the brutality of the very first war. Though he got used to it after a while and knew she would have to or perish, and Silas did not like the latter. "I am sorry to say you will have to get used to it, as your life began to get violent once those dreams started, you got straight on the radar of many people." He spoke the word 'people' with strained effort, as many of them were not people anymore.

They may have been unfair to her, but they were not to Silas. If she was going to survive this she had to wisen up and listen to critisizm. It was unfair that she had to be dragged into this so unwillingly and so young too, having to take on responsibilities no teenager should have to bear. Silas knew all too well she wasnt ready for this and just hoped she would have come to terms with it a bit better once they reached England. Silas didnt speak for a few minutes, he just stood there, clutching his chest and trying to rid himself of the pain that would not subside. Silas knew he would rather die than watch Eve get hurt, he was here to protect her, but how long could that stay that way he didnt know.

"All things in time," He answered simply, meaning there were some things he wasnt telling her yet because she wasnt ready to know. Sometimes Silas wondered why he tried so hard, it was not like he didnt have enough on his plate already without having this put on him too. He would never have a moments peace now, training Eve by day and the younglings by night we wondered if he would sleep, still, Eve took priority and he knew Ranvier would train them for him if need be, he just didnt want to push his responsibilities onto someone else it hardly seemed fair, Ranvier too, had his own responsibilities and he couldnt take on many of Silas'.

He knew this world was harsh on her and it wasnt something that she could easily escape from now but that was life, or in some of their cases, death. Silas had tried not to think about the fact she could easily die in his world if she wasnt trained upto a certain extent. He was taking her into a darker world, a world where right didnt matter and death was almost certain. It saddened him somewhat to take someone so young and innocent into that world but there wasnt muchmore he could do, he had to take her or she wouldnt survive in this one anyway. He felt her hand on his shoulder and looked at her when she said he was right, it was surprising how much he had been hearing that lately. More often than he had thought possible anyway. Still, not feeling comfortable with her touching him, he shook her hand off. Though even Silas was surprised by her next comment, and it even made the edges of his mouth twitch up in a form of smile and not a sarcastic one. This was a new achievement, him having something that made him smile, even if it was for a brief moment. "Well I do not like being touched by people." He gave a small laugh when she bravely punched him playfully, he wouldnt even attempt to play hit her as he was so much stronger he would end up having to jump in the water after her.

"We all wish violence and wars were unavoidable, but they are not." Silas said and looked at her, his momentary face of smiles had been replaced by one of a grim stature. She was learning already, she seemed to know he didnt like it, "But what we want is different to what we get. We get handed cards in life, its just a case of picking which one you will play." Silas looked away from her and down into the sea, he watched how it crashed with the side of the ship, the most violent place in the world is the sea. It could destroy entire Armies if it wanted to and wipe out whole continents. "I do have a right to be grumpy Mrs Im-So-Bleedin'-Happy" Silas retaliated. After he had told her his name, she responded, but Silas just grunted and let himself slide down the railing of the cargo ship. Standing up was becoming too draining for him, he had recieved a lot of damage from that Malkavian and Silas was not happy. He would pummell something when he got back to the Manor. "Sometimes..." He started as he placed his hands on the wound and put pressure on it. "A name is not the most important detail. Or sometimes it is already too much." Riddle.

Silas heard her laugh of him being so stubborn. Hah. Yeah cause she wasnt as equally stubborn as he was. The two mde quite a pair that was for certain, but he realised she was right when she said that he couldnt protect her in this state, but in the sea what was going to attack her? A fish? "Fine!" He seethed, letting his hands fall to the floor as Sam knealt infront of the Vampire. "Tommy, get us the first aid kit wud'ja?" Sam yelled, and a few moments later a burly man came rushing over with a medipack. Sam took off Silas' coat. To which Silas was not happy about as then the chain with his wife's engagement and wedding, not to mention his own, was lying on his chest and was shown once Sam took off Silas' shirt. Sam knew what the rings were, "Im sorry Silas, I have to." Silas glared at him as the chain slipped over the mans head. Three thousand years that chain had never once left his body, and without it around his neck Silas felt like he betrayed his wife. They had to remove his belt too, as it seems some of his stomach area had taken some damage, to which his daughters necklace. A small heart pendant, lay wrapped around it. "Im sorry." Silas didnt say anything, instead closed his eyes. "Eve, mind these for Silas." Sam said standing up, "For goodness sake do not lose them, they mean more to him than his very exsistance." Sam's own eyes were full of guilt at the fact he had to remove these items from Silas' body. As he looked back at Silas, Tommy shining the torch on his torso, Sam swore. "Bloody hell Silas!" Sam seethed, "These wounds are real bad, what the hell was driven into you?" Silas gave a sarcastic laugh, "A dumpster." Sam bent down and began to clean the wound up a bit, but every time he touched it, more blood poured out. "What the hell pierced you? Somethings cut clean into your chest and stomach Silas." Silas looked down, "Oh..." He mumbled, "So it has, as for what, I have no idea" Silas watched as Eve took hold of his items. He never let anyone touch them and now a complete stranger had ahold of a few of the only things he had to remind himself he once had a family.