[Sodium_noir] Alessandra

[Spikey]

Ash
Toreador
an opulent apartment in the Towers
Saturday evening

So many annoying distractions.

Ash sat in the back of his car with a laptop on his knees and a cell phone in his hand. the car phone flashed a red light to remind him that he had a representative of Sony on hold.

"She's not bloody Madonna dear heart, she ain't gonna want to perform in some nightclub in Neon City full of spotty little boys with smutty looks in their eyes and drool on their chins. Miss Kane needs a venue that plays to her strengths, to her particular nuances. Now go back tot he drawing board and find me somewhere suitable. Somewhere to match Club Harlequin for elegance and class. No ..... we can't just book Club Harlequin .... because ... because we can't that's why!"

His assistant went over a few ideas he had on the back burner, half formed thoughts and waits on call-backs. He asked which one the Toreador thought would be the best option. Ash thought of the phrase his sire used for almost every situation and decided it would be put to good use here.

"I deal in concepts, not details. handle it for me my dear!"

...........

As he put the phone down to Sony and closed his laptop, Ash realised they had reached Dusk Towers. The twin edifice loomed above him like haunted castles from the Old country. 'Where else would one expect to find Transylvanian Brujah and their Tzimisce guest' he thought to himself.

They pulled into the underground carpark, passing several humans at security positions. Ash took note of each ones face, studied them with his Auspex. So many employees of Dusk Industries, so many living souls unaware of the truth of the company. He had always respected the Brujah for their attitude towards the mortals, he felt that only they approached the Noblis Obliege of the Toreador in such regards. 

the car pulled into a private area, invited visitors only such as himself. 

"How do I look honeypie?" he asked the driver. His long fingered hands strayed to his bow tie, fiddling with it nervously.

"She'll be swept off her feet Sir!" the driver replied, catching Ash's gaze in the rear-view mirror as she passed the invitation across the partition. When Ash takes the embossed card, she leans forward and passes back a flower ina box, still moist from its time in the refrigerated compartment. "A little something for you to give her sir. It's an American tradition but ..."

" ..When in Rome huh? Thank you my delight, very thoughtful!

......

The ride in the elevator had been put to good use. The mirrored walls helped him assure himself that everything was in order. The flower in his hand, the box of chocolates for Sophia under his arm, the invitation in his breast pocket. 'How terrible to be a Lasombra!' he thought with real feeling.

Once the doors opened he hesitated to step out, his nerves making him feel almost alive again. He really was beginning to understand Ettienne in a way he had never done before. His Sire's constant love affairs and tragic romances with mortals had seemed all this time to be an act of denial. Ash had always felt the Ancient Toreador was playing at Love, as he had done when they had shared a brief moment that led to his embrace. But now, the feelings Allesandra awoke in him, the reminder of his dwindling Humanity, he saw the truth of it. 

He stopped outside her door and took a moment to adjust his clothes again. Then, with a determined action, knocked at the door. 

As he waited for her Ghoul to answer it, Ash bit his lip and licked his lips. He was trembling like a nervous groom on may eve.  

It was the first time he had done so in decades.

(on the wings of TAG)
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