Hath no fury... (Kiefer - OPEN)

[Lovely]

May 20, 2008
9pm
Ace's Club

She'd been called by a couple who had entered this den of sin together, she would rather be anywhere but here. It was her calling and there was nothing she could do but answer. Her mood and desire to be somewhere else came through in the essence that flowed from her tonight. Instead of being lovey-dovey, the couple and others in the club were fighting and being quite hateful to one another. The more distressed they became, the more they needed her and the stronger the pull became that held her in the club.

It wasn't long before she'd retreated to a corner near the bar, tears running down her cheeks, there were few who could see her in her current form. Deacon, Ace.. others like her but most of the creatures in the club had no idea that Kiefer was there or that she was miserable.

"Sister, dear. Red is a color for cheeks.. not eyes. Mmm, maybe your pert little ass if I'm in a giving mood," Pharzuph said, curling down beside Kiefer to give her a shoulder to lean on. "Did your skinny-man do this? Where is he? I'll give him a piece of my humble opinion for this," she grumbled, wondering if Deacon was responsible for her tears, perhaps poking her inappropriately with his slight and boney meatless body somehow.

Speaking of red, Kiefer saw it when she heard Pharz's deceptively sweet voice and she jerked away away from the other godess as if she'd been burned. In a manner of speaking she had been, of all the 'people' to have to be in the club.. the only thing worse would have been Ace himself.. no, actually that wouldn't have been worse. Kiefer stood and stepped away, keeping a buffer between herself and Pharz before turning to stare at her. As she glared at the other woman, the shouts of the fighting couple grew more aggitated. "Stay away from Deacon!" She hissed in a voice that sounded angry, hurt and nothing like her normal melodic tones.

Pharz was slightly shocked, perhaps pleasantly surprised at the outburst. "Honey, I'm not touching him... I mean, do I -really- need to?" Her hand went to her hip and her eyes flared a little with upset at another thought. "Now, if he's not giving out, I'll get a broom and sweep some of my magic his way and have that little fishing rod dipping back in your pond in no time, hon, but I'm not laying a finger anywhere on his non-squishyness. Cross my heart," she said with a sweet smile, doing exactly that and stepping forward. "So since he's not your problem... what is?"

[Lovely]

As Pharz stepped forward, Kiefer stepped back, keeping the distance between them, her jaw was held in a tight clench that was completely unlike her normal softer behavior. "I said stay away from him!" She just about snarled at the other woman, her eyes dark and nearly menencing. "That includes your magic. We are not your business or your concern. We don't need your kind of help. Not that I expect you to listen to me or have the slightest respect for my feelings. But.. if you go anywhere near my husband, I swear I will find a way to kill you."

The creatures in the club were clearly effected by her mood, lashing out at others they cared deeply for as if they had been betrayed or wronged by them.

"Kill me? Are you out of your mind?" Pharzuph laughed, incredulous of Kiefer's remark, but kept her distance just the same. She didn't come out here away from the embrace of Ace's shadows to be insulted or to chase down her sister who was obviously running some sort of a fever. She shrugged and the other hand went to her hip, both away from her sister and away from any inkling of interference. "I'm not touching him, okay!? No touchy-touchy, see? Ruin my fun...," she pouted, but only briefly. The mood was contagious - paranoia, anger and the suffering of accusations and guilt were all bubbling in the air around them in the bar and concentrated most around the radiant red-head in front of her. Curious-strange, she thought, focusing a little closer on the woman, straining to see beyond the barriers. "Kiefer...? What are you doing here?"

"That's all it ever is to you, just a big f*cking game! You don't care who you hurt or what cost or damage your fun has. All you care about is yourself and your pleasure.. You have no loyalty. I have news for you, the universe does not revolve around your fun. I'm glad I ruined your fun, I'm estatic about it. I'll happily do it again and again." Her arms spread out to her sides and she laughed coldly. "How dare you ask me what I'm doing here. Ace moved heaven and earth and made the shadows bow to him so that I could be here and at his side! You come slinking in the first chance you get and sit yourself at his side and dare to ask me what I'm doing here? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" The power of the emotions, of the anger, hurt, and betrayal radiated off of Kiefer in waves and slunk around the creatures in the room, much like Pharz usually did. "You planned the whole thing.. convincing me that Ace was dead, that he was lost to the ripple and that the powers that be had worked their mojo and severed us forever! You pushed me at Deacon and encouraged us every step of the way even claiming you'd be delighted to be an auntie and all the while you were just waiting for the perfect moment to play your games and have your fun.. to twist the truth and poison Ace against me so you could have him!" Her gaze was stone cold on the woman before her. "Congratulations wh*re, was it as much fun as you hoped it would be?"

It would have been impossible for him not to see to the disturbance himself with the sheer waves of raw, unfiltered, anger rippling over the club in such thickness he could actually see it, black shadows over the entire place and getting thicker by the second.
"Krys..." He frowned at his manager for a moment, keeping his voice low. "Get any non-humans out, and yourself. I'd rather have a barfight to clean up than a blood bath to explain." The vampire nodded, moving off to start clearing them out.
He kept to the shadows, moving around until he could see the thickest of the darkness, the sheer intoxicating strength of the anger almost distracting him from seeing the ones causing trouble in his Club... the source of all that... Hate.
He almost couldn't believe his eyes... All that from such a small woman. He hadn't really known she was capable of it, let alone thought that she would ever come here. He had hoped though... perhaps not qiute under these circumstances.
He should step in... He should... He wasn't very good at doing what he should. He should try and diffuse the situation, for the sake of his club if nothing else... But surely if Kiefer had wanted to see him she would have come to him, so perhaps staying out of sight would be better. Let her be mad... It was his fault for allowing himself to be away for so long.

[Lovely]

"Excuse me?" Her knuckles buried into her hips now and her expression was even more confused. "I don't know where you come off with that idea, Kiefer. I thought you loved your little stick-figure man. It was all I could do to try and support that weird decision. I wasn't trying to push you or pull you away or to anyone. You chose that one all by your twisted little self, sister, and I think you better make up your mind. Either you love Ace or you love your little stick... and if you still love Ace, that little stick just might get broken without me having a thing to do with it." Good goddess, what was she saying? Of course Keifer still loved Ace, the way she loved her and Deacon and the pebble in her shoe. That was her... love. Pharzuph shook her head and crossed her arms into a contemplative knot, looking at her sister in her fury, trying to figure what would calm her down. She hadn't done anything except take advantage of an opport-... "Az! Get your scrawny little ass in here!!"

"Now you're going to lie?" Kiefer shook her head, she wanted to scream. "You know full well I love Ace! I have loved him and will always love him! We discussed it about five minutes before you jumped all over him! You knew I was devastated and torn and all mixed up. I love Ace and I love Deacon.. that's the problem and I specifically asked you to stay out of the middle. Or did you conveniently forget that part too? When you offered to distract Ace for me or try to soothe him on my behalf and I said please don't.. I asked you to let me sort things out with him and with Deacon.. and you just couldn't wait. I was barely out of the room and you were all over him. and I quote "You treated Kiefer so well and how did she pay you back? She got a new little squish to squeeze, didn't she?" Or did you forget I was there when you said that to Ace!" She had mimiced Pharz nearly perfectly. "You did push me toward Deacon, you encouraged it every step of the way.. I may have found him, but don't pretend you didn't do anything! We both know it's a lie, you did all you could to try to make him want me more.. even when I tried to ignore you. Of course you gave your usual commentary just like you used to about Ace.. Are you sure you haven't changed your calling to deciet?" She folded her arms, still glaring at Pharz, the level of her anger simmered at the same level, not rising or diminishing. "And for your information I have already worked things out with Deacon, he understands and accepts me as I am.. he also respects the fact that I have feelings and I can't merely flip a switch and turn myself on and off like you can." She left out the fact that their bonding had taken them to his former home and that her upset from Pharz and Ace's betrayal had caused her to go into labor and resulted in the birth of a son. She was very obviously not pregnant anymore. "Leave Az out of this, you did this all yourself. You made your own choices and carried out your own actions."

"Wow... Take out of context much, sweetie?" She was amazed at the turn her sister took trying to prove her totally in the wrong. "Yes, I said that... because I didn't want him to think it was entirely his fault. I was consoling him. He was a little bit buried in the hate and anguish and I was trying to quiet one hell of a magnificent temper. He was smashing up his palace one dish at a time, Kiefer. He was ripping drunks apart in the alley with no rhyme or reason. I'm about carnal knowledge, not .. plain carnage." Her hands slipped over her arms now, uncomfortable in the thickening cold shadows without Ace here to control them. "Besides... I didn't exactly want your stick man to show up front and center and make himself next. You said yourself.. Ace can move heaven and earth - do you really think he'd stop at trying to rip apart an immortal to make him cheery?" Her voice quieted, apologetic and concerned. "I thought I was doing the right thing to protect you and help you."

[Lovely]

"I was right there Pharz! I heard you and saw you and it's not out of context. You didn't do anything for me.. you did it for yourself and your pleasure. Just stop lying. As if the situation wasn't complicated and confusing enough.. you had to step in and feed the fire by throwing your sister on it? You wanted a piece of Ace.. and it looks like you got it." Kiefer shook her head, dusgusted by Pharz complete denial of doing anything wrong or for selfish reasons. Pharz only did selfish - it was as much a part of what she was as love was a part of Kiefer. "What are you even doing here.. hoping to get Ace's attention some more? All I wanted after seeing how easily you'd betray me, was to never have you near me again.." Her arms motioned out to the side and she laughed. "Well you always whined when love was stronger than lust, I was here on a call.. but you can have them all. I wouldn't want to ruin your fun." Her voice was cold, her gaze colder and the room erupted with a fury just before she faded.

This was not good. This was so beyond not good that Pharzuph couldn't see straight. Actually, it was becoming hard to see at all once the humans she wandered between began snarling and scratching, throwing accusations along with furniture in a matter of moments once Kiefer's burst of anger ran ramshod through the room. She felt strange at the moment though it wasn't her wine or her recent company to credit for it. If not for the uncomfortable cold of the shadows here, she'd have emerged radiantly into the center and bathed naked, soaking up every moment of passion being flung about. Instead, she simply felt the cold and felt it creeping deeper within her. She was not basking in it, but consuming it, devouring the anger and hate along with the dark and rich passions here like chocolates and becoming a focused center of this pure bloodlust. This was human nature, carnal instinct at its basest - Lust's ultimate drug.

Her touch began to weave around the sea of shoulders and hips and tightly clenched jaws, helping hands find hair to pull and sharp and heavy objects to swing and cling to while bared and bloodied groins and mouths connected violently and insultingly, men and women engaging in acts both beautiful and bizarre to extents not seen since she and her brethren played in Sodom. Pharzuph began to laugh, spinning in euphoric delight around these fabulous creatures... Her fun was not spoilt - it had just begun.

It was only a matter of moments before he was drawn by the shimmers of the nearly-gone and rapidly-fading in the free-for-all of the club. Deacon hadn't explained at all his refusal to come here, leaving Venge scratching his feathers, mystified. Deacon never refused a call. He didn't know he -could- refuse to go on a retrieval, nonetheless here was Venge alone, unless Aless had managed to hear him and follow his hurried swoop from the window sill, clattering with collection vials - burdened by nearly twice as many as normal without his associate in tow. "I hate him," he crowed in a gutteral trill, trying to keep aloft and make his appointed rounds before the rebirthers arrived and stole his shiny treasures first. Deacon's spiteful refusal was peanuts to deal with compared to explanations for Morte if the collection run went sour, however. He floated down into the club within observation range to scope out the greyest and faintest first. The thing was, they were all grey and faint. He noted that the supposed indelible shine was not present anywhere. Everything was murky and shrouded. It made sense.. if Deacon wasn't here, Lovely Love probably would not be either. "They're all tarnished," he sighed, sad somewhat, as he pulled his wings back to walk amongst them and gather the souls of the departing.

[Lovely]

No, Deac hadn't gone this time. He was back at Morte's keep, and he was pacing the map room... thinking and pacing, which, with him, went in natural tandem. His mind worked better as long as he was in motion and he hadn't sat still since the moment Kiefer had left on her call into the shadows. He had to let her go alone, even though it was Ace's realm and her feelings were already in turmoil between the two of them and he stood to lose, at least a little. Something, though, had gone terribly wrong and he saw it the moment it flared on the table in the map room. It was nearly atomic in its abruptness and he was feverish and furious, awaiting her safe return.

"Deacon.." Her voice was barely a whisper as she appeared in Morte's abode, she was solid but seemed ill and weak. The drain of the tide of emotion from the episode at Ace's club had taken it's toll on her. While her sister celebrated and revealed in the carnage and misery it had taken a grave toll on Kiefer. Her expression was pained and she reached for Deacon as she collapsed with a soft moan.

The whole scene was something out of a bad movie, Ace decided, and it was not one he wanted playing out in here. Anger and Hate.... He couldn't help but let it affect his mood - once worried, now furious at the people inside. How dare they misbehave in what he considered his home!
"Stop this..." He growled low... It would have to stop, he couldn't leave the place like this. He couldn't risk letting His Vampire handle this... Her patience was not eternal and her bloodlust would not hold out against this forever.
His eyes moved over the crowds and the furniture, seeking Pharzuph. He could feel the shadows flexing at the edges as he surveyed the carnage - He would have to leave soon, or risk ripping apart some of his patrons himself.
"You've been a very bad girl Pharz..." He called softly, echoing it through his shadows, too low for human ears.

Deacon felt the air shift as she appeared behind him. Turning just as she reached out, he gathered her awkwardly into his arms to soften her fall if not stop it altogether. He hadn't expected to have to catch her. After what he'd just seen on the map he glanced at now, what did he expect? "What happened?" His query was angry, confused... deeply concerned upon seeing the grey and dull palor so much like his own was normally. He let her move completely to the floor - safer for them both. "Kiefer? Mm.. you better sit. Did you see Venge? He stormed off just a moment ago. The club and everything around it just... lit up."

[Lovely]

Her diaphanous robes had now become a richly layered silk and velvet gown amidst the similarly crimson-colored array of corpses, corruptors and scattering clientelle that raced to find exits -either doors or merciful dispatch from the scene before them. Her ornate goblet brimmed with the decadent flow of desire and demand, both thick and pungent as she sipped and danced between bodies. Hearing her name called out in a such a sweetly scolding tone only made her pause and laugh, turning to find Ace and hold her arm out to receive him adoringly, hoping he'd come to share this delight with her. "I know! Isn't it marvelous, sweetie? They're beautiful, aren't they?"

He couldn't hide the effect the over-load of emotions was having on him, his eyes brightening until they were that indescribable blue that you only see for an instant at sunrise.
"I do hope you know what you're doing, girl." His voice dropped as he moved to her - If he'd been human it would have sounded feral and gravelly but as it was, it kept the silky undertone that was unmistakeably Shadow-Folk, if one was familiar.
His arm moved around her waist, just that little bit too tight as he was just a little bit too tense as it got harder and harder for him to keep his head - He'd be feeling the buzz from this for days.

Kiefer did not respond to Deacon at all for several long moments, her eyes were closed and she looked pale like humans did when they were close to death. Her vibrance was absent and she was nearly completely drained from the recent events. Deacon lowered her to the floor but she was not sitting or holding herself up in anyway, she was limp in his arms.