[Sodium_noir] Myskatonic Mansion

[Substitute Storyteller]

Giger, Elizabeth, Montenegro
Myskatonic Mansion

Elizabeth sits in the dark wood chair, gripping the
arms tightly.   Montenegro had brought her from the
garden into his sanctum.  There was something he
wished to give her, he had said.  Though what it might
be did puzzle her.  

Montenegro oddly, did not seem to be retrieving
anything.  No, he seemed to be studying her.  Finally,
he makes a move towards her, reaching one hand toward
her.  Elizabeth takes a sharp hissing breath as
Montenegro strokes her cheek.  She turns her head
away, and his hand continues to move still lower, down
her neck and towards her breasts. A sense of dread
began to work its way through her.  "Please, my Lord,
touch me not in that manner."  Her eyes are downcast,
for well she knew that those of House and Clan Tremere
had the powers of Dominate.  

Elizabeth does not see the look on Montenegro's face,
so much as she feels it.  “Look at me, Apprentice.” 
He orders.  She keeps her eyes downcast still, not
daring to look at the Regent.

"You dare refuse an order, Apprentice?"  The Regent's
outrage is quite clear, but she knew that to meet his
gaze was to suffer a far worse fate.  "Get out of my
sight!  I will decide on your punishment later."

Elizabeth, chastened, hastens from Montenegro's
sanctum and back into the library, where Giger was
still hard at work cataloging the books. 

After Elizabeth leaves, Montenegro gets up from his
chair.  She had rejected him.  No woman had done so,
not since his Embrace.  Was he losing his touch?   He
heads towards Camille’s room.  The light was off.  She
must still be with Giger.    Ah, well, there was still
the mortal, he thinks with a smirk.   He goes off to
find the mortal woman.   She would welcome him.  

Giger regards the woman.  She had spurned the Regent’s
advances, though it would have been in her best
interest to accept them.  He had underestimated her,
it seemed.  It took great strength to refuse the
wishes of one’s superior.  Especially in House and
Clan Tremere. 

“Elizabeth, I think I would like to explore some of
the city tonight.  Would you care to accompany me?”

Elizabeth looks at him, a look of curiosity in her
golden brown eyes.   He wished her to go with him? 
She glances back at the door.  Montenegro might come
through at any time.  In truth, she had no wish to
encounter him again this night, but then he might be
greatly angered if he found that she had fled.  Well
she knew that once the pull of Summoning were ended by
the protection spell, she was safe, at least for that
night.  

“If you do wish my company, I will happily attend
you.”  Elizabeth replies.  “But I fear that mayhap I
am not suitably dressed for such travels.  Wilt you
permit me the time to change my attire?” 

Giger had heard from others outside the Clan that the
Harlequin’s was an unusual place, and most anything
would not be out of place there.   Would that apply to
her?  Perhaps.  Perhaps not.  But he wished to go
there, and prudence dictated that he should not go
there, or perhaps anywhere else in Gotham, alone.  And
he wished to leave before the Regent tried to stop
either of them. “It is a rather late hour, and you
look fine.  No need to change.”  He offers the lady
his hand.  “Come, let us away.” Funny, now he was
starting to talk like her.     

TBC



		
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