Vintage Hookup

The very sweet count. Arithmomania. She suffers from the need to count objects. This is vamp is from the great depression era and vintage is her game. Cordelia is a very sweet natured person. Still a little bit stuck up in some ways she is still a blue blood. Money is very important to her as it was most people who lived through the great depression. Also like other GDers she doesn’t trust banks and has her life savings in a safe at her home. Money doesn’t grow on trees but she isn’t a complete tightwad. Cordelia can almost always find the silver lining in almost any situation. Cor is very big into any anti drinking and driving campaign she can join. Since she lost a brother and sister to a drunk driver, also acquiring her scars as well from this. She also doesn’t drive but rides a bike everywhere.

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It’s a Pet Show in Hell

[vintagecordelia]

Through it all Cordelia tried to stay strong mentally. If she could fight this, could stay strong then maybe just maybe she could beat this. But with each name, every whisper the vampire became more and more depressed and weak. Mentally drained after everything that happened to her and watching what happened to the others she was slipping away. When people talked about Hell being eternal damnation they weren't kidding! The worse thought that crossed her mind was how this is low and she could still fall lower. Heart? Broken maybe even shattered. Body? Broken and bloody. Mind? That had slipped farther then she ever intended in the days or was it weeks since Ba'al had brought her here.

The chains were more forgiving then the demons and damned souls who had tortured her. There were no more tears, not because she refused but because she couldn't. Cordelia's once silky voice was strained and rough now. Trembling and unsure of what was going to happen next the sight of Ba'al and the woman behind him made her cringe. Attempting to push herself back against the wall had failed since she couldn't move. With a shake of her head and raspy voice Cordelia had given up. "Everyone is second..." taking a moment to clear her throat and spit next to her those dark dead eyes turned up to him again. "...to you Lord Ba'al..."

Watching the two demons Cordelia wondered if that's what he wanted to hear. She didn't say it just to say it either. Right now in this moment she truly feared Ba'al and everything he could do to her. Caim was wrapped up in other things and if anything she had an idea what he might do. Obviously Ba'al could come up with some fucked up shit. Cordelia felt like a shell of her former self. Tray and her revenge was far, far from her mind as she continued to tremble and watch the demons.

[traycontini]

It’s a Pet Show in Hell

[gluttonysfunhouse]

 vintagecordelia:

gluttonysfunhouse:

Her smile and nod was quite amusing to Caim. There she was trying to hold her dignity together while going off with the Lord Beezlebub. Caim might have been a demon of self indulgence, but Ba’al was over-indulgence. He was the one that took everything a step too far. And Caim was damn sure Cordelia had no clue what she was really taking the arm of. It warmed his little birdie heart. Made him feel like singing in the rain actually. Tray was going to have to get extra doting for this one. He was also thinking Cordelia was just another typical human jumping to her own conclusions and gullible enough to believe her own eyes and not give Tray the benefit of the doubt that maybe he was acting that way due to manipulation. He was owned by a demon after all. But, it would be exactly this that would earn Tray far more. Caim always did treat his non-humans better than his human pets. From Caim’s eyes, right then, Cordelia was just another human fucking over someone, even as he fucked them all over. He felt more for all the creatures God tried to destroy in the flood, like casting them away, just like the demons in Hell. Those creatures really didn’t deserve protection from angels. The fact Tray wasn’t running to her though, this made Caim realize there was room to move in Tray’s head, room to mold him still. Tray had pride. He had pride but he was working with what he thought were facts. Cordelia took one look at Tray and worked on assumptions. Pride was something Caim could work with. Pride was the sort of thing that could become so strong it wouldn’t matter when facts were blurred and wouldn’t matter when truth was finally revealed, if anything ever slipped. 

But, back with Cordelia and Ba’al she’d just taken his arm and he responded, “I can’t wait to see your storm. There’s nothing more refreshing than a good storm.” To Ba’al this was true. He was a God of the weather after all. Just her using the reference was a delight to him. 

He encouraged her thoughts though noting her casual way of using a nickname to address him when she hardly knew him. He found her mannerisms amusing in their way. She seemed very entitled. A lady never loses it in public though? He was gaining even more insight on how her mind worked. “He didn’t even look back.” Ba’al noted of the snow cat looking over his shoulder as the other pair left their sight. “Typical male.” He noted, “Earth male.” He tacked on. As for her comment on what he had planned for them he actually snorted, “Depending on me already? How quaint.” 

Then came her attempted compliment. 

Did she really just push in his face that he was only second? 

His feet stopped in their tracks. His expression cold and contemplated.  

Then after quoting Zeus he used her hold on his arm to suddenly fling Cordelia down -HARD- damn close to burning hot boulders and stones outside the arena. 

“STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE” He cheered himself on as her body mauled over a some dead and dried looking cat tails and weeds before she’d land. 

“You can watch yourself learn to address me by my own name.” 

The sudden ruckus was causing a loud spectacle in Hell and a few infernals ran up behind him encircling the pair. 

Ba’al hiked his leg up on the boulder, his boot clomped a dust cloud from the dry soil he was tracking next to Cordelia’s shoved and fallen body and reached between his legs and ripped the fabric with one harsh pull showing female genitalia (as with most archdemons had many forms) and he started to piss down his leg soaking one side of the fabric as he played more on the deceased vampiress’s words. “I see no ladies here.” He wasn’t about to follow any sort of no losing it in public rules for ladies like Cordelia seemed so proud of. This was Hell and she’d just taken the arm of the most vile of demons. He was the God of Philistines after all. He was the God of the people in Israel, a name in modern times that now was used to refer to people who refused culture, a slang term for no rules, animalistic ways, no manners, etc… 

Gluttony still considered himself the God of the Hedons. Pleasure seeking ingrates with the sac to cross all lines. At least that was the obscenity others saw. But, to him and his followers, they crossed nothing, because no lines existed. 

The cackling of Hell’s demons behind him errupted in hideous laughter as he put his leg back down into place. 

Did he care his leg had piss all over it? Nope. That was a human way of thinking. He was a nasty demon. 

“GET UP!!!!” He growled down at her as if she was slowing him up. “Fucking clutz.” He muttered as he waited for her to rise up or react or anything. 

[vintagecordelia]

Heartbreak and Cordelia never went well together. Even as a vampire she tried to hold onto her human side tighter then she cared to admit. Bastin had told her time and time again to let it go and let her emotions go. That was one of things that led to their undoing. The only reason Cord decided to attach herself to Ba'al was her emotions over ruling her logic. Jealousy...she could make Tray jealous and he would come barging over. However Ba'al told her the one thing the vampire didn't want to hear. Tray wasn't the coming after them which only broke her heart more pushing her down the spiral of desperation. Cordelia never liked to admit she had an ego but boy did she. Right now it was deflated and by stroking Ba'al's she thought perhaps he'd boost hers back up.

Nope. She had done just the opposite for him and soon discovered the punishment for fucking up in hell. The look on the demons face was not one she was familiar with and as she went flying knew it wouldn't be the last time she'd see it.

Scraping, skidding, and slamming onto the unforgiving ground Cordelia couldn't ever remember being in this much pain. Coughing and wincing the vampire pushed herself up weakly but her aching arms gave out as she hit the ground again. The dried weeds had caused scraps and cuts that the dirt and gravel worked its way into. Blood dripped from her nose causing her to dab at it. Looking up Cordelia was filled with disgust. This demon was pissing himself for what? To prove a point? To humiliate her in front of his lackeys? If it were possible she would have vomited right there. One thing she would learn today was that nothing in Hell made sense at least not to her.

Turning her head to spit out a rock that had worked its way into her mouth Cordelia wiped her lips. Pushing herself up this time into a sitting positron the vampire glared up at him. Dusting herself off a little Cordelia pushed some strands of hair out of her face before wiping her mouth again. The altercation had knocked the wind out of her. Woozy and a tad dizzy she tried to focus on his form. Ba'al wasn't going to be a walk in the park but she had to survive him long enough to...to do what? Cordelia knew her need for revenge was going to be put on a hold so long as Ba'al decided to hold onto her. So much was rushing through her head as the vampire tried to regain her bearings. There wasn't enough time to think at least not right now.

As he growled Cordelia got up on unsteady legs. Was she scared? Did the throw and the treatment she received after startle her and mess her up a bit? You're damn right but other then physically she didn't want to show it, because that's what this demon wanted. However she didn't have much control over what her emotions would betray. Watching him through burning eyes Cordelia didn't know if it was better to act out, shut up, or apologize. In all honesty she figured there was no winning or right choice. Damned if you do damned if you don't. Dusting off her dress she adjusted the straps only to find one had ripped. Spitting to the side again her mouth throbbed and ached. "Seems I gained myself a fat lip." Her tone was full of sarcasm. "Damn the luck and my two left feet." Sarcastic but she couldn't help the anger that had crept into her voice. Looking around she wanted to yell at the other demons that the show was over but the fear Ba'al would continue if she did held her back. Instead she just looked at him knowing her hands were tied. "No ladies...just a bunch of demons and a pissed off bitch who can't do a damn thing." What else could Cordelia do but admit the facts.

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It’s a Pet Show in Hell

[gluttonysfunhouse]

vintagecordelia:

Caim heard the congrats from Cordelia and even though she really pissed him off choosing Ba’al over him, enough so to order her death, he decided to play into it. 

“Now that’s the Cordelia I know.” 

It was partially true. She was part of the underbelly of society that ran around with Caim and liked Tray and his mobster family due to her own underbelly ways. But, mostly he played into because Tray was still watching. It only reinforced that they had a very close relationship just like he’d told Tray they did. “Good seeing you again. We’ll do lunch.” 

“You two have fun now. I’m going to go celebrate with my pet. Giver her Hell Beeze.” He was saying his farewells to Ba’al and Cordelia so he could stand up and get his ribbon afer all this time and of course dote on Tray for the rest of the night. That’s how Caim was with his pets. 

But the moment he put his arm around Tray to lead him out and got out of ear shot of Cordelia he spoke in Tray’s ear, “Don’t let her get to you. The fucking nerve of that bitch showing up here like that. Yeah we’ll do lunch, in about a million years. I  can’t believe after all we did to help her she’s still hanging with ones that took her from you.” Instantly back into working Tray’s mind. He’d take him aside privately and apologize for her being there and how it all went down, even the poker. He’d find ways to explain it all. 

But, Ba’al had his own questions for Cordelia. 

“You seem awfully calm. Over your life already? Ready to start a real after life?” Then he put his elbow out for her to hold onto as if he was going to take the lead to somewhere. 

[vintagecordelia]

Before her heart had been ripped to shreds Caim's words and appearance would have caused a violent outburst. Instead she simply smiled and nodded. They would speak but not any time soon. The new Cordelia didn't give a damn about the bird man who had become the new devil. The one she wanted and would have her revenge on was under his protection...for now.

Even as Ba'al spoke to her Cordelia never took her eyes off Tray's back. "Calm? Over my life?" Slipping an arm through his she gave a shake of her head. "I suppose this is the calm before the storm. That little..." Cutting herself off before all her plans were revealed the vampire let out a deep heated breath. "Not over my life just yet...but it's a start." Stroking Ba'al's arm gently and chuckling softly she turned her no longer tear filled eyes up to his. "A lady never loses her cool in public Ace. Especially not over someone who is so willing to throw you away."

With a flip of her raven locks Cordelia continued to stroke his arm and put on her best smile. "A real after life you say? No time like the present to start my new eternity. I do hope you've got something a bit more grander then this planned for us." Motioning for him to lead the way Cordelia pushed all thoughts of Tray, Caim, and her planned revenge back deep into her brain. "I mean it's not every day you get hang on the arm of the second highest demon in Hell."

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It’s a Pet Show in Hell

[vintagecordelia]

"It was my era, my human era at least." Cordelia had trailed off with a sigh thinking of what she couldn't even call simpler times. The whole time in her life was nothing but death and sickness. She lost everyone in her family then even her intended to the crash and the aftermath. A smile touched her lips as Ba'al told her wanted to hear more about her later. Cordelia had no illusion that he wanted to do more then talk and it was simply the way of things down here. The vampires life was nothing but survival and staying out of the damnation.

As the pets came out in their forms Cordelia didn't know a single face, nor did she expect to. Still lost in her own thoughts and wondering what Ba'al had in store for her later she wasn't paying to much attention. Caim could drone on or whatever he was doing she just wanted him gone. Then she saw him...the one she longed to see more then anything. But was it him? Tray looked defeated and broken. Covering her mouth it hit her then and there. Tray was the snow leopard the one who wouldn't perform. Had he? He couldn't think...could he? "Oh no..." Cordelia whispered suddenly wishing she had resisted, fought, created a scene with her escort something other then what she did.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion until Ba'al stood and she with him. Tears burned her eyes as a sad smile crossed her lips. Slowly Cordelia brought her hand up to her chest wanting to hold it out for him, wishing he did the same. Tray's words however was like 12 stakes to the heart one after the other. The look of love and sadness fell and melted into one of complete and utter heartbreak. What had they done to him...what happened in the time she was killed that had turned him so. I don't think she ever existed... the words echoed in her mind as her jaw hung open and the tears never fell from her dark eyes. Everything sounded muffled, the scene was pale, Cordelia's knees had gone weak but she held herself still. All she wanted to do was scream, yell, kick, punch do something horrible to someone.

To disappear...

((nw))

As Ba'al took off for Caim the vampire sunk into his seat. Stunned...if her face could have been any more pale she would have been a ghost. There was no love, no joy at seeing her, only hatred and ugly. Placing a hand over hear long dead heart Cordelia felt like it was a wide open gash full of salt. It burned so bad worse then any pain she had felt before. Was this true heartbreak? Had Tray taken her heart and turned it to dust? Watching Ba'al and Caim celebrate she hadn't put two and two together. Lost, her mind was lost in the fog of the few moments and watching the one man she had yearned for denounce her like a common whore.

In that moment as Tray got dressed staring at the crowd those dark vampire eyes bore a deep dark hole into his skull. Love was for the weak...every time she had gone with her heart and chosen love Cordelia was left in the dust with a heart the needing mending. Shaking her head as the anger pulsed through the long since dead body Cordelia forced herself to stand.

No more...never again...

Cordelia vowed there in that moment she would have his heart. Oh yes she would have his heart ripped out of Tray's chest pulsing in her hand, and he would watch as she crushed it turning it to dust like he had done to her. Any light, love, or goodness that Cordelia held onto through her vampiric years had melted away and she was left with hate, seething anger, and a lust for destruction. Raising her hands she simply clapped and put on a smile. "Congrats boys!" shouting just for show the vampire sneered as her eyes burned again.

Survive Cord...we must do whatever it takes to survive. Always be the last one standing even if you have to make a deal with the devil to do it...

[traycontini]

It’s a Pet Show in Hell

[gluttonysfunhouse]

vintagecordelia:

Ba’al could feel her animosity clawing it’s way out of her skin at the sight of Santino. Ba’al took no steps forward in letting her know Santino claimed it wasn’t him. 

The snow leopard that wasn’t Caim’s was even a bit larger than Tray. Caim’s confidence was wavoring on sure win he thought this was going to be. 

But, as Caim left their sights and Cordelia revealed there were some she liked seeing more than others Ba’al had to smirk. He wondered if she spoke on the vamps or the Hellbird himself. 

“I’ll be sure to send your regards to the Devil.” 

Ba’al wrapped his long lanky strong arms around her nothing gentlemanly about the way he manhandled her position make sure thigh rubbed between his legs just right. His hands would never quite cross the line to private territory though as he stroked her skin during the starting ceremonies of the show. He’d be petting down the length of her arms and would sometimes tease the side of her neck with his nose, staying extremely close, over friendly. But, she was in Hell on the 2 highest power’s lap there. What was she really gonna do if she didn’t like it? Resist? She was in the position to either go with the flow and keep being his happy little arm candy for the time being or starting the kind of scene all the demons there would thrive in if she fought it. Or she could go with the flow and if she was “lucky” get out of some of Hell’s torture if Ba’al found her interesting enough to take back to his own lair? Some might not think that was something to strive for. But, if Cordelia paid attention to what was going on around her there were just some souls that got treated with special privvy and werent’ destitute in the blazing pits of Hell when they played their cards right. Maybe she was in the position now and being considered and didn’t even know it? Who knew? Only Ba’al seemed to be controlling this little game. Even Caim was out of the loop and so confused at seeing Ba’al bring her there, today of all days. 

But, as the competition commensed and the animal portion was paraded around, all shapes, and species their animal forms. Demons oohed and ahhed at the more endangered and rare ones. The two snow cats seemed to be of particular interest just because there was two of such a rarity. But, there was one cat that really seemed to watch Ba’al and Cordelia. 

Of course it was Tray still unknown to Cordelia. But, Caim was watching his once pumped up cat who was ready to compete for him get more downtrodden through by the minute. The other cat seemed so grand in it’s footsteps and powerful and lean and strong and even ferocious when it bore teeth and snarled at the crowd. Tray sulked a slow back and forth cat walk with heavy paws and a heavy heart and Caim couldn’t coax a roar out of the beast for anything. Not even when he resorted to poking him with a sharp hot poker. He just scurried away and cowered in a corner. 

Caim was really glaring daggers at Ba’al then. He was ruining everything. He was seeing the blue ribbon slip through his  greedy fingers. The human form portion of the show would come next. Caim tried to snap Tray out of it behind the scenes as Ba’al seemed to just keep flirting Cordelia. 

Ba’al whispered in Cordelia’s ear. “I’m taking you home with me.” It wasn’t a question or an invitation. But, he did expect a response. “Do you remember eating?” He was gluttony after all and she’d been a vampire for so long. 

[vintagecordelia]

The news had spread quickly about Caim taking over and becoming the devil so Ba'al's words were hardly jarring. As he took advantage of her position on his lap it took every ounce of strength Cordelia had not to wiggle away or shoot him a dirty look. Bastin, her maker, had taught her many things while they were together and one of them was no matter what you do what is needed to survive. Ba'al surprised her when he didn't quite cross the line but rather stayed within certain areas. Every time he teased her neck with his nose a involuntary shiver would go up her spin and her eyes would close. There was something about the gesture that broke through her desire to move away making room for it to be pleasurable. Cordelia also knew some demons had actual pets in fact during her time on earth she had met one of them. London was Caims and was often found throwing herself at him to make him happy. The vampire knew she would never do that to Ba'al or any other demon but deep down she wondered if that wouldn't bore someone like him.

Trying to focus on the show before them Cordelia oohed and ahhed along with the demons and sometimes turned her attention the the owners wondering how they came upon owning these shifters. One animal in particular had caught her attention, one that seemed sad and unwillingly for his master. The humor of this poor creatures unwillingness to perform wasn't lost on Cordelia seeing as the owner was Caim. Smirking as the creature kept refusing and embarrassing him she thought it must be so frustrating to finally have something tell him no. That was a word Caim almost never heard or those who spoke it didn't live long afterwards. It nearly broke her heart again when he used a red hot poker on the creature. Closing her eyes and turning away from the scene Cordelia couldn't stomach it. It was almost too close to the dream she had on her way to Sicily with Tray some time ago. The vampires eyes snapped open and her attention was brought back to the present when she felt the warmth of Ba'al's breath on her ear.

Home with him? A slight panic rushed through her at those words. Clearly she had no choice, well she did but how stupid would she have to be to turn him down? As the calmness ran through her Cordelia smirked at his question. "Do I remember eating?" Ba'al obviously wasn't talking about blood but real delicious food. Taking a moment to ponder the question Cordelia tried to remember the last time she actually ate or even what it was. "I do believe you are the first person to ever ask me that Ace. Food...I can't honestly say I do. Now my first time sleeping in a wooden kimono clear as a bell. I can recall everything from my vampire life just like that." With a snap of her fingers Cordelia laughed, a real laugh for the first time since she had arrived in Sicily. Maybe becoming Ba'al's favorite arm candy wouldn't be such a bad thing, but she knew these things always came with a price. Shifting in his lap she re-crossed her legs and sighed. "There is so much I don't remember from my human days...well except how I got these." Without meaning to Cordelia had hugged Ba'al in attempt to show him both scars on her wrist. The car accident was one of those memories that just didn't fade. As her jaw pressed to his forehead Cordelia she felt sad again this time for herself and the family she had lost long ago. "Listen to me jabbering on, I'm probably boring you."

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It’s a Pet Show in Hell

[traycontini]

vintagecordelia:

That built up a small laugh from Ba’al. “Shows on earth don’t even compare.” Ba’al liked Cordelia. She did choose his coven over Caim’s after all even if it was over some snow cat lover boy in the middle of it all and even though Ba’al and Caim had managed to come to a truce now and were on good terms serving as the Unholy Trinity together as brothers, as it should be, in his mind anyhow, as it should be. Demons were survival of the fittest and Lucifer couldn’t hang then so be it. Ba’al actually knew that Cordelia believed Santino had killed her. He did not however know every single lie that Tray was told. But, when the truce over the covens happened enough was revealed to him for him to think he knew what was going on. Santino was his either way and Santino knew one thing, he didn’t do it, not that he cared. He was dead now and Tray’s lost wife was the least of his concerns.

“Ah there he is now. See him up there in the stands.” Ba’al pointed Santino out. He looked like shit, like he’d been through Hell and back… minus the back part. He was in Hell and it was taking it’s toll on his soul. Ba’al gave him a friendly wave as he escorted the beautiful Cordelia around below, taking her by the arm, becoming literal arm candy. He was such a dick. More button pushing for kicks. 

Belial told them both that he was going to go take his place and headed off in another direction. That’s when Ba’al informed Cordelia that Belial was going to be one of the judges on the panel. 

He guided the them away from the animals and up to the stands. It was really crowded. But, Ba’al guided them all the way down front and center and there was one seat there among other high ranking demons. He sat down first and patted his lap. Yeah he went there. “I’ve got room for you right here.” 

Caim was out in the arena checking out the performance area when he caught sight of them both. That was Cordelia the girl he’d sent the orders for the kill of. But, it was also the girl he’d had a very close relationship with as a rogue vampire who did him lots of business favors, among other favors. But, she was also the culprit of his brooding cat before Damien showed up. Then he brooded about everything. What the Hell was Ba’al trying to pull here? 

At first Caim honed in and a huge waft of rage just filled him at the sight. Was Ba’al trying to fuck with his blue ribbon right now, seriously? Or was he trying to fuck with something else? Mostly Caim wanted the damn ribbon and wasn’t thinking of much else. 

But, then… Ba’al winked at him. 

Winked at him? 

What the fuck? 

He also noted the second snow cat being lead into the ring behind a black panther. Things were starting. He didn’t have time to go mingle. Fuckers. He needed to focus on the game. Gotta keep his head in the game. That’s what he told himself over and over. He needed to go to Tray but that didn’t stop him from glaring at Ba’al on the way out to get him. 

Ba’al didn’t seem phased in the least. As he waited for Cordelia to sit on his lap he said, “Is it nice seeing everyone again?” He motioned Caim and Santino and several other old coven members around the stands. “Do you miss life my darling?” As gentleman-like though his words were his voice had a buzz around the tone, like insects humming were laced in his throat, a sound no human could make. 

[vintagecordelia]

If looks could kill...the daggers Cordelia shot Santino was overkill. Digging her nails into her palm the vampire resisted the urge to break free and go after her killer. The only thing holding her back, besides Ba'al, was knowing he was going through alot worse then she was. With a shake of her head Cordelia turned her attention away from the man who took away everything and back to Belial. Santino had looked like complete shit and it would be a lie if she said it didn't warm her heart. Giving herself a once over she was happy she at least looked good in front of him. Perhaps that was Ba'als and Belials doing but who knew.

Cordelia noticed there was only one chair and it was taken by her escort. It was harder not to roll her eyes then it was holding back a scoff or a laugh. "Well...aren't you just the gentleman..." Her words were dripping with sarcasm but somehow she knew Ba'al wouldn't be offended. Nothing seemed to offend the dark one. As Cordelia debated on standing or sitting on another's lap Ba'al motioned to one of the other people she didn't want to see. Sweeping those dark eyes over Caim he was the only thing that came into focus. Cordelia knew there was no way Caim didn't know or hadn't found out that she chose Ba'al and his coven or his. They had a business arrangement for many things and yes Cordelia rationalized those other favors were for business too. Deep down the vampire knew she had a lot of regrets and a lot of them involved the circus.

Forcing herself to tear her eyes away from the demon part of her hoped he only thought she was in the crowd not her with Ba'al and Belial. Cordelia looked over the crowd and smiled a little seeing some members of the coven but her heart still sank. Were they here because of her and the choices she made? That was a thought she couldn't let her mind or heart contemplate for too long. "Some more then others..." Cordelia softly muttered as Caim disappeared. Glancing once more over her shoulder at Santino the vampire sighed and gently sat on his lap and crossed her legs. Adjusting her dress Cordelia knew to keep from looking like Santino she had better play nice. "Do I miss life?" Sliding an arm around his shoulder Cordelia looked down into his eyes. There was only one thing she missed of her life and that was Tray. He was alive and hopefully enjoying his life. That was one of the things the vampire deeply wished for her beloved. "Death, as tragic and sad as mine was, was freeing. No more feeding, no worrying about the sun, no more people trying to kill me." Chuckling at her own words Cordelia shot Ba'al a wink. Oh the things a girl had to do to survive hell.

[traycontini]

It’s a Pet Show in Hell

Caim had been preparing Tray for this day. He’d been wanting to show off his special endangered shifter pet to all the demons in Hell at the annual competition since the day Nicolo brought him that snow cat. He finally owned his soul so Tray finally qualified for the games. 

Tray found it all a bit demoralizing in it’s own way and didn’t really want any part of it. But, once again Kasha stepped in for Caim and had a heart to heart with Tray and his inner cat and Tray found a new angle to see things and stopped resisting, at least stopped in any outright way that would push Caim’s buttons. 

Before it all began the shifters themselves were held in simulated environments behind glass like at zoos. Demons and other infernal spirits and creatures could walk around and view the different breeds of pets, all very much alive beings, all brought to Hell by their owners, all with their souls contracted to their demon counter-parts. 

Tray sat there in his snowy boxed environment watching all the interesting shaped people gawk and stare at him through the glass. At first that Bohemian bad boy with the I’m too cool to care flavor could be noted in the way he lounged there, rolling on his back, tail swooshing. But, he sat up straight suddenly when he saw Belial and Ba’al walk by. These demons he paid attention to. Ba’al was not only his father’s coven lead, but Belial was the creator of vampires all together. Every single vampire who finally died all the way ended up his. He knew his family would be dealt with in Hell by these demons one way or another. So of course this pair caught his attention. 

He just had no idea dealing with could mean more than punishment, or torture, or endless servitude. Or maybe that was why Ba’al allowed Cordelia to be there? The deceased and damned vampire was brought along and escorted by 2 of the highest powers in Hell besides the devil himself to a pet show. 

Yes, a pet show. 

In Hell. 

Cordelia was taken from her daily strife of burning Hell’s fire to go to a pet show? Surely the girl must have thought that was strange? But, at least if she was suffering then it was a break, change it up, right? Or maybe it was just another form of punishment? 

She would be standing with her high powered escorts and waltzed right before her long lost fiance, but no way to get to him. Not with the glass. And certainly a lot of security around her if she were to try anything funny. But, maybe she wouldn’t even recognize him? He rarely shifted during his relationship with Cordelia. Maybe seeing a snow leopard would merely remind her of Tray? Who knew? But, instilling mental damage and corrupting minds was a form of it’s own slow torture. 

But, if she didn’t recognize him there behind the glass, it would be coming soon enough. There would be a moment in the competition when pets were taken out and lead around the arena to show off form and power. But, their human forms would be shown off too. If she didn’t recognize him yet, she would. 

Tray also saw her. He saw his lost lover passing by him. Part of him wanted to run to the edge of the glass and gain her attention. But, the part that had been told so many lies from the moment of Nicolo’s appearance to so many more in Venice told him to let it go, to not move, to not let this break him. What could he really do anyhow right? He had no real power here. She was damned and dead and he would soon enough be taken back to earth where his very much alive body belonged waiting his turn to be shown off like Caim had prepared him too. 

Belial was taking notes on the pets being presented. But, Ba’al actually asked Cordelia “Enjoying the show so far?” 

“Santino’s going to meet us at the half-time show. He sends his apologizes for being late.” 

Then there was Caim, the new Devil, and this triple decker of button pushers who was far off mingling with the others who were entered and just found out there was actually a second snow leopard entered in the show. He almost shit bricks really because Tray was such a rare find as it was. How could he win now if there was two? He had to think of something quick to gain a one up on the competition and his mind was on overdrive trying to come up with it on the spot. 

[vintagecordelia]

Make no mistake Cordelia had no illusions that this would be a pleasant outing. She was dead, in hell, and not by choice. Whatever Caim, Ba'al and Belial had in store for her Cordelia knew it would be fun for them. The only thing the vampire couldn't figure out was why this event? Why a pet show? For now she'd not complain, not that it would do her any good, and enjoy the change of pace.

She was still heartbroken and depressed but never showed it. Glancing around she noted some of the more impressive pets and pondered how these demons got these poor souls. Cordelia noted a snow leopard but at it did was make her heart ache. Tray had shifted once in front of her but she never truly got to watch him in his shifter glory. Deep down she wanted to see just one more time, to hold him...perhaps kiss him. To tell him she was the best part of her whole life vampire and before. That if she had to do it all over again she would just to be with him. As a pang of hurt hit Cordelias eyes ached with the need to cry. Instead she held back knowing this is what her escorts wanted. Silently she began to count, not out of need but a old habit even harder to break in death.

It was Ba'al who broke her from her thoughts and silenced the counting. Turning to look at him Cordelia did her best to offer him a smile and nodded. "It's not everyday you get to see creatures like this all together." At the mention of Santino the vampire bit her tongue and simply shrugged with a lying smile. "Half time show? Well seeing how you fella's put on this shindig I bet you'll give the Superbowl's half time show to shame!" Deep down Cordelia hated herself. Hated having to play along and do what she needed to do.

[traycontini]

The Ruins of Sicily's Aftermath - Trepani // Erice

[traycontini]

vintagecordelia:

Tray honestly wasn’t sure if this was a happy moment or a the moment he sealed his bride to be’s death warrant. This wasn’t like marriage. This wasn’t like signing up for family. This was the mafia, a vampire mafia headed by demon he wasn’t sure he sided with but blood was thick. Tray loved his family. It was all he knew to do if he didn’t want to be banished and hunted this time. He didn’t feel like he had choices anymore. All he could do now was cling to who cared for. That of course included Cordelia. 

He wasn’t sure the kiss was celebratory. But it sure was affection. With the state of the world around them, moment like this were more and more precious. He’d cherish every one.

"Just promise me one thing. Whatever he asks of you, don’t keep secrets from me." Tray knew how this worked. He didn’t trust his father. 

[vintagecordelia]

The Contini families leader may be a demon but Caim lead the rival coven. Either way she was doomed but this way she had Tray and a family who would welcome her with open arms. Making this decision she felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Eagerly accepting the kiss Cordelia hoped she could keep Tray safe.

"I promise Tray...but please promise me the same thing. Thank you for being you." Cordelia kissed Tray again pushing Caim and his coven from her mind. Deep down she wondered just how Santino would react to finding out they had a new member of their coven and mafia family.

[traycontini]

The Ruins of Sicily's Aftermath - Trepani // Erice

[traycontini]

vintagecordelia:

"If you weren’t a vampire I’d have never met you. I think I like you just as you are thanks."

Cordelia seemed more worried than Tray had ever seen her in his life of knowing her. She used to seem so carefree and things had changed. He wasn’t sure it was the state of the world to blame either. He was worried he was the cause of it.

He did get the point that his father must have been pressuring her. He understood not wanting to join he supposed. It was a lot of pressure and drama and responsibility. But, what he wondered here the most made it clear he didn’t understand it all completely what she was being put in the middle of. He spoke so softly trying to understand, “If you don’t want to join, it’s okay. But, what are you saying? You want to join one that’s not my family’s?” He didn’t understand at all why that even an option. “You don’t like my family?” He turned her prior question back on her trying to understand why she asked it in the first place, “Do you wish you never came here with me?”

[vintagecordelia]

Tray was a sweet guy and he loved his family. So far in their relationship Cordelia could tell how things were going to go but his next words were a bit of a curveball. As her dark eyes grew big Cordelia pulled back grabbing his shoulders. "Wait...what...Tray!" Jaw dropping the vampire couldn't believe what he had said. How could she not like his family? Well Santino hadn't made it easy but still. Shaking her head furiously Cordelia was going to back peddle and had every intention to. However the moment she looked into Tray's eyes she knew this was the one person that mattered most to her and lying would only destroy them.

"I've done a lot of thinking since my trip. My entire life, mortal and beyond, I played for the side who could benefit me more or who I feared more." Turning away from Tray she let her words breathe a moment before pushing on. "Sailor...I adore you family. The men kinda freaked me out at first but my family would have done the same to you if they were still alive." Laughing at her own words she turned back to Tray and took his hands in her own. The engagement ring caught the light and her attention if only for a brief moment.  "With the state of the world no one can survive being rouge. You asked me to marry you, to be apart of your family. Well...both covens want me to make a choice..." Taking a deep breath Cordelia knew she was going to piss someone off but it had to be done. "No I'm glad I came here with you. "I can't play for team Darvell anymore. It's time I choose a new team, the right team. My new family. I'm going to bat for team Contini." With those words she made her choice.

[traycontini]

The Ruins of Sicily's Aftermath - Trepani // Erice

[traycontini]

vintagecordelia:

It seemed to be working. She started to count with him and then it tapered it off.

He was counting his blessings on that one. He was scared it was such a long shot.

But then she started to explain. A warning was given but he said, “Don’t worry. We’ll get through it again if you do. But, it’s okay.” He heard whatever it was would put his family in danger and knew this was serious now and not just a random panic attack. “I do trust you Cordelia. Please, trust me back?” He knew his father really didn’t now. He wondered if his mother would really be the only person that ever did.

[vintagecordelia]

Taking a deep breath a small smile touched her lips. "Tray I trust you more then you know." How could she tell him about his father...about Caim? They were rivals and the Contini's had enough power to end her while Caim and his coven could torture her, end her, and torture her for all eternity. As she searched his eyes for an answer the vampire knew there was nothing she wouldn't do to protect him. Biting her lip before speaking Cordelia shook her head. "Things would be so much easier if I weren't a vampire. Being what I am never made anyone happy except the two covens that..." and there is was.

Without thinking Cordelia had told Tray the root of her issues. Thankfully she hadn't told him who the covens were but he wasn't stupid. Tray would put two and two together and figure out his newly vampire crime family was one of them. "There are two covens trying to lure me into joining them. Covens hate rouge vampires like me and will stop at nothing to persuade us." Wrapping her arms around Tray Cordelia hugged him tightly. Inhaling his wonderful scent she said a silent prayer. "I love you Trayson...I'm just so scared. I don't know what to do."

[traycontini]

The Ruins of Sicily's Aftermath - Trepani // Erice

[traycontini]

vintagecordelia:

((nw))

"Yeah and she really approves of you. She’s quite the man eater so I can’t decide if that’a good thing or not." He teased her trying to lighten up and make a joke.

"Oh yeah which friiend was that?" He said as innocent as he was because he knew nothing of her trip and what it was really for.

Then the counting started, her arithromania on overdrive. 

He quickly dropped her hand and wrapped his arms around her tried to make her look him in the eyes. She was absolutely freaking out. Her numbers so wrong. He’d never seen her like that. He tried something not sure if this was crazy or not but he started to count slowly in pace and calmly

"One…two…three…four…five…six… seven…" He kept going hoping like mad it would first calm her down into eventually stopping. 

. 

[vintagecordelia]

In the middle of all this counting Cordelia was stuck on all her worst fears. The dream she had was slowly working its way into reality on top of all the choices and threats before her it was becoming overwhelming. Deep down she wanted to stop counting and just spill everything on her mind to him. The tears hadn't started yet but it was only a matter of time.

Tray's voice broke through the madness causing Cordy to open her eyes. Staring back she heard he was counting! Pausing in her insane out of wack counting she formed the numbers with her mouth silently. Then with a nod at each number Cordelia said them out loud. "..ten...eleven...tw...elve.." No one had ever counted with her and it was oddly helpful. Sure people had thrown out numbers to screw with her or mock her but this was touching in its own way. Only after she had counted a few more numbers did the warmth from Trays arms around her register. Taking a deep breath Cordy shook her head but nothing came out of her mouth. Waiting a moment she tried again hoping no more numbers would come out.

"Tray...I don't know how to explain. Not a whole lot scares me but this...my worst fears are starting to form. I don't know how to tell you or if I can even tell you. The dangers in telling you might not only endanger you but your family..." Cordelia wasn't sure if she could bring herself to tell Tray yet. It might kick start the counting all over again. "Just promise me you'll trust me..."

[traycontini]

The Ruins of Sicily's Aftermath - Trepani // Erice

[traycontini]

vintagecordelia:

"If you did you’d get sick of me anyhow." It was meant to be a tease but it might have sounded self degrading. It was the stress still in his voice. 

He slipped warm fingers into her cold ones and clasped their hands together.  ”I think the whole world is in a crazy situation right now. “

"Coming here? You mean for my family?" He sighed. Part of him wanted to answer in a way that would make his father proud. Something stern. But, he couldn’t. His thoughts fell to his mother too quickly. He found his voice quicker there. 

"No. I don’t regret it. If only to get to see my mother. It’s like getting a second chance. There was a time I wouldn’t have taken a second chance if it was given to me on a silver platter even for that. But now that I’m here. I can’t leave her anymore than I would ever leave you."

Stress?

"That’s what chain smoking is for." 

[vintagecordelia]

Cordelia chuckled at his words knowing all to well that it had happened with Bastin. Living forever had its perks and then it had its drawbacks. Pushing the depressing thoughts from her mind Trays warmth brought her back to reality. The vampire regretted her words if only a little when he spoke but she'd rather tell him the truth then lie. Could she lie about Caim? There was no way she could keep walking the thin line of playing the demons game and skirting the Contini clan.

"I like your mother...a lot." Smiling for what felt like the first time in years she gave his hand a squeeze. Sighing deeply the fight going on inside her was starting to make her feel the need to count...each heartbeat of her intended. With each beat Tray's heart got louder and louder making Cordelia want to scream and cover her ears.

Thud...thud...thud...thud...

"I called a friend back at the circus. I had to gush to someone about the good news. I don't have many friends as you know..." It all came out in a rush and the tears of fear and anger threatened at the corners of her eyes. A fear she hadn't know since the first time she met Bastin was creeping into her and the vampire hated it. Words kept rushing out mostly just ramblings of a vampire going mad. "Tray I..." Panic? Is that what this was? Cordelia had been so calm and collected for so many years panic had been something she was able to control. Closing her eyes trying to shut out the madness Caim and Santino had put into her head Cordelia began to count...skipping numbers in her confusion. "...5...20...16...200...54..no fuck...37? Too many choices! Too many threats....436...437...950...I have to tell, have to warn...676...MAKE IT STOP!"

[traycontini]

The Ruins of Sicily's Aftermath - Trepani // Erice

[vintagecordelia]

It had been a long night of little sleep and constant worry. What Caim had told her was weighing on Cordelia’s mind. The weight of the Contini family and their words sat below that. Somehow the vampire had managed to fall asleep and let the heaviness go. Waking up Cordelia almost felt disoriented and wasn’t sure where exactly she was. The weight of the ring on her finger cause a smile to sweep across her ruby lips. Reaching out to the other pillow her hands came into contact with Tray’s note. Reading it she smiled before forcing herself to get up. Within moments she had found her fiancé and chuckled as he puffed away. “You know I hear those things will kill you sailor…” Raising her own cigarette to her lips Cordelia smiled happy to just be alone with Trayson.

[traycontini]

"I’ll take my chances." He knew she was joking. Teasing. But still his mind weighted heavy. 

Not only was Siciliy practically gone, but he’d gotten word his father was at a meeting with the heads and he wasn’t invited to attend. There was still a part of Tray that believed his father didn’t trust him. 

"I’ts been a long day without you." He confessed, his stress on his sleeves. Oh the woes of being a interspecies vampire couple. "How was your trip? You haven’t mentioned much." 

[vintagecordelia]

They were both under so much pressure. From family and the forces fighting around them. Walking up to him Cordelia caressed his face gently wishing she could walk the day with him. "Well Ace I deeply apologize...you know I'd rather spend all my time with you." The last thing she wanted to talk about was her trip but in reality it was something they needed to discuss. Sighing she closed her eyes throwing the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with her boot. "Little to no help on this crazy situation we've found ourselves in." Opening her eyes slowly the vampire simply shook her head. "Do you ever wonder if it was a mistake coming here? I'm more stressed and confused now then I ever was during the depression." Sitting her hands on his shoulders Cordelia's dark eyes searched her loves. "I wish there was something I could do to ease your stress."

[traycontini]

The Ruins of Sicily's Aftermath - Trepani // Erice

The after math of Sicily left the Contini family survivors to flee to homes in Trepani and Erice, nearby villas. Erice was a particularly medieval town full of churches and old architecture. Tray waited for his new fiance in an abandoned castle stable that the family had staked claim on. He needed to get out of the house, away from his family. He needed to breathe. A place that smelled of stale horses seemed as good a place as any. The dusk was rolling in. He knew she’d be waking soon. He’d left her note so she wouldn’t worry. He was chain smoking. 

[vintagecordelia]

It had been a long night of little sleep and constant worry. What Caim had told her was weighing on Cordelia's mind. The weight of the Contini family and their words sat below that. Somehow the vampire had managed to fall asleep and let the heaviness go. Waking up Cordelia almost felt disoriented and wasn't sure where exactly she was. The weight of the ring on her finger cause a smile to sweep across her ruby lips. Reaching out to the other pillow her hands came into contact with Tray's note. Reading it she smiled before forcing herself to get up. Within moments she had found her fiancé and chuckled as he puffed away. "You know I hear those things will kill you sailor..." Raising her own cigarette to her lips Cordelia smiled happy to just be alone with Trayson.

[vintagecordelia]

Meeting the Coven | Cordelia and Caim / Venice (open to nicolo too COUGHS)

[vintagecordelia]

What Cordelia didn’t say was her scars were caused by an accident when she was younger. Jumping off a bridge was her way of ending it quick. Pushing the thoughts of her past from her mind she focused on Caim’s words. They had an outsider? So she wouldn’t be completely foreign. It was a small bright spot but a bright spot all the same. As they entered the building the vampire could hear a male voice and the interesting things he was saying. If she we anyone else Cordelia would have blushed.

Taking in the male vampire in Cordelia simply shook her head. He looked like the boys who frequented his shop back in Boston. The kids who wanted to “stand out” and “be different”. Those boys always searched for the tightest pants and anything leather. “Well don’t you look like something out of a can house? Name’s Cordelia and Bird here thought it would be good for me to meet his coven.” Resting her hands on her hips she gave him a once over and smirked. “Are you the button man? Dropper? Flaming youth? House dick? Sharper? Wrong number? Dumb tomato? Or just a daisy?” Cordelia hardly cared if the vampire understood her she knew Caim did and in a way hoped he laughed. “Were we interrupting something? Personal phone call? Or booty call?

[fabulousfeliciano]

When Caim heard the remnants of Nic’s call he could only grin. The vamp really was too much. It amused the Hellbird to no end. 

But Caim laughed alright at all her old slang, especially the term button man. He and Julian had their moments with the human mob back in the day and that amused him the most. But, really? As humorous as it all was, he knew Nic’s personality and he wasn’t so sure all this type of banter was gonna fly well. He seemed to stay back and watch, observing the two vamps with a smirk of curiosity on his features. 

If something went wrong this early on Cordelia would learn quicker than he meant to show her what coven really meant. If Nicolo took all this personal or the wrong way or whatever… the only outsider in the clan or not, he was still in the clan… 

Cordelia wasn’t… 

[nicolodeluca]

Nicolo didn’t take those flawlessly lined Italian brown eyes off of her for a single second, he watched her look him over and…shake her head, that one shake making that done up gaze narrowed instantly. If he’d have known what she was thinking though he probably would have laughed at her. ‘Stand out.’ ‘Be different.’ ‘Cry for attention?’ Ha, Nicolo had been dressing in skin tight clothing, leather and make up long before she was even born, as for the tattoos that were hidden beneath his jacket, the industrial piercings through his ears and the bleach blonde side shave of his hair? Well it was no surprise that Nicolo have basically helped create and fuel the whole punk rock revolution in London back in the day, he’d been right there in the thick of it, encouraging every single second of raunchy bad behavior. Then came her words and Nicolo understood every single one of them, the slang was nothing new to him, he’d been a vampire long before a piece of the population had even started using terms like that, neither of them probably knew it but the little Venetian Vampire had almost one hundred years on her. Oddly enough it wasn’t so much her words that had Nicolo De Luca’s upper lip curling back to expose his fangs, Nicolo could take a hit just like the best of them and shoot an insult right back without even missing a beat, it was that hands on hips, smirk and that once over with her eyes that really got him, giving the impression that she’d rattled off all those terms in hopes that he wouldn’t understand a word of them. So she thought she was better than him? Why? Because of the way he dressed, the words she’d overheard on the way in? If there was one thing Nicolo hated more than being treated with lack of respect from other vampires (hell he’d given the friend of one vamp a heart attack right in front of him to teach him a lesson for behaving like that not long ago) it was people who claimed to know him and judged him when they’d never even met. It probably didn’t help either that Caim laughed at what she said. "If it was personal I wouldn’t have said it in a house full of vampires. If it was a ‘booty call’ it wouldn’t be over the phone, sweet cheeks." He responded coldly, a quirk to his singularly arched brow and a glint of sinister mischief in his eyes. Was anything personal to Nicolo? Not really, especially not in the department she was referring to. He was the proud owner of absolutely no shame. "As for who I am. I’m Nicolo fucking De Luca, everyone’s wet dream and your worst fucking nightmare if you keep making dumbass assumptions about me up in that pretty lil’ head of yours.”

[vintagecordelia]

My my this vampire was a prick. He was a prime example of why she liked to keep the company of anyone but her own kind. It took everything she had not to roll her eyes and flip him off. Santino put more fear in her dark dead heart then Nicolo Fucking De Luca. Looking at him with the smile still on her face Cordelia simply laughed. What for anyone else would have a been a tense couple of moments for anyone else where they would back peddle Cordelia couldn't help it. Nicolo was right about one thing she did think she was better then most people. The blue blood inside her and Mrs. Darvell had made sure of that when the vampire was growing up. There was no denying Cordelia acted a snob sometimes and this was no exception.

Calming her laughter with a wave of her hand the vampire pressed on. "I'm sorry I don't mean to laugh but after the couple of days I've had..." Trailing off Cordelia decided it was better to shut up and smile. Looking at Caim Cordelia appreciated that he laughed. The vampire wasn't judging the other vampire but after being stuck underground with the Contini family and how they were....Nicolo was a bit of a shock to the system. "Well it seems in a matter of hours I've gone from one extreme of vampire to the other." Pausing a moment she took another step towards Nicolo. "It's extraordinary how different vampires can be from one group to the next." Right on cue Cordelia started counting each blink and each tick of the clock hidden somewhere in the room. Sticking her hand out the smile still on her face Cordelia was prepared to press on. "Well Nicolo Fucking....is it just fucking or motherfucking? Because honestly I think it would make you sound just a tad more bad ass if you added some more to it. Like...hmmm." Thinking for a moment she placed her hand on her chin. "Ah ha! Nicolo 'I will rip your throat out before you can say eat me mother fucking' De Luca. Gives it a bit more gang feel you know? Fucks with their tiny little brains and maybe even cause them to shit themselves knowing." Nodding with a grin Cordelia waved her hands with a flurish. "slap'em across the face with it you know?"

[vintagecordelia]

Meeting the Coven | Cordelia and Caim / Venice (open to nicolo too COUGHS)

[vintagecordelia]

If it were possible Cordelia would have blushed. Flattery wasn’t lost on her and she rather enjoyed it. As suddenly as it started she just as suddenly stopped playing with the ring when Caim spoke of Tray. Nodding her head with a grin and a shrug of her shoulders she confirmed it. “I’ve never been in love before.” Cordy was about to ask him if he had ever been when she felt the warmth of his hand. Caim always had the warmest touch, it almost was a shock to her system every time they touched. Staying as focused on the conversation as she could the vampire’s head snapped to face the demon. “Depression fueled suicide? Beautiful?!”

Cordelia’s eyes grew dark as the memories of her human life came flooding back. Jonathan Ridgefield. Meeting him, always bumping into him, the engagement, and finally his demise. Tensing Cordelia squeezed Caim’s hand. “The man I was supposed to marry when I was 20 was one of your beautiful suicides bird.” Sighing softly the vampire closed her eyes before opening them again. “I never loved him. My parents loved his name and his money more. The Ridgefield’s name and money was even older then the Darvell’s.” Scoffing before continuing Cordelia found herself lucky she had escaped a boring life and all that came with it. “Rather then try and see this whole thing through and work for the first time in their pathetic lives my parents offed themselves too. I always thought they would have done it after the accident. When Walter and Bernice died. When I almost died…instead I survived and got these…” Holding up her hands Cordelia motioned to the scars.

Realizing she said more then she intended Cordelia shook her head, dropped her hands and pushed the conversation back to the coven she was going to meet. “True member? I suppose it would be a stupid question to ask if you let in outsiders. We are on our way to meet them.” Looking back there was nothing. There was a man, a shifter who loved a vampire and his family who were torn down the middle. Some loved and were in awe of her while others loathed and despised what Cordelia brought to their shores. “I’ve been on my own for so long…before this whole war I was starting to like being apart of the show. Oh well this is what I do. I learn to adapt and change with the world. I suppose you do it as well.”

[fabulousfeliciano]

"It’s what I do." He shrugged. "Suicides, sinning.. it’s a demon thing." He winked unfazed by her shock or reach out. What did she think he did? Play with magic and have slutty hot vampire sex all the time? He thought her shock was a little funny. But then again, vampires were once human. She had a human frame of mind. She also wasn’t that old of one as far vampires go. His coven members aged her out by generations. Her story was pretty classic considering the time era she was born. Caim pretended to look interested though. He was always pretty good at showing face like that. But when she showed him her wrists he thought it gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. He was picturing how she must have looked in those moments of desperation to end it. That was Caim’s moment to shine as a demon and would show up and push people over the edge. Frankly, he was seeing it as a work of art, while his face held the sad air of concern for her, like a sympathy smile. 

"Yes, we have an outsider." An…as in one. Something in Caim couldn’t decide if meeting Nicolo would help Cordelia mix in with group or help keep her feeling like an outsider. Nicolo really didn’t have the best rep within their coven walls. But he was welcome and he was protected and no one would dare hurt him knowing who he was without Caim’s approval. That’s just simply how it was. "For as long as I’ve been alive Cordelia, as long as the earth has rotated, change is the only constancy in my life." 

But he walked her through to the main stone building, center St. Peters Square and over to his own home. So many vampires hung out there. He assumed he’d see someone. It was time to show her the walk and not just talk the talk. 

[nicolodeluca]

Nicolo had been spending more and more time in Caim’s Venetian home, he had a thing about being left alone, he just didn’t like it and being unwelcome in GhosTown whenever Julian was off with his family Nicolo sought out the next best thing to the Halfling and that thing, was the HellBird Demon. So there Nicolo was, dressed in his usual black on black, pants impossibly tight, platform creepers on his feet and his face in full makeup, dark lined eyes glinting with just the right amount of glitter in the dim lights, blusher defining his cheekbones and a soft pink gloss coating his lips looking completely at home sprawled out across Caim’s couch like a very sexy, very annoying stray house cat that just kept coming back. With his legs dangling over the arm rest of the luxurious lounge chair Nicolo had his cell phone held to his ear, leaving a very inappropriate, sexy little voice mail to Jules when the pair walked in. “…Then I’m going to make Caim watch as I sink my fangs into your co-“ "Well would you look at that, speak of the Devil…" The little blonde vampire cocked an eyebrow and moved to sit up the second he saw them, eyes lingering upon Caim for a moment before he eyed the stranger beside him curiously. He’d never seen this vampire before and it showed clear in his gaze that he really wasn’t sure about her. "Who’s the vamp?" He asked, hanging up on the voice mail message he was leaving Jules and slipping his phone back into his pocket.

[vintagecordelia]

What Cordelia didn't say was her scars were caused by an accident when she was younger. Jumping off a bridge was her way of ending it quick. Pushing the thoughts of her past from her mind she focused on Caim's words. They had an outsider? So she wouldn't be completely foreign. It was a small bright spot but a bright spot all the same. As they entered the building the vampire could hear a male voice and the interesting things he was saying. If she were anyone else Cordelia would have blushed.

Taking in the male vampire in Cordelia simply shook her head. He looked like the boys who frequented his shop back in Boston. The kids who wanted to "stand out" and "be different". Those boys always searched for the tightest pants and anything leather. "Well don't you look like something out of a can house? Name's Cordelia and Bird here thought it would be good for me to meet his coven." Resting her hands on her hips she gave him a once over and smirked. "Are you the button man? Dropper? Flaming youth? House dick? Sharper? Wrong number? Dumb tomato? Or just a daisy?" Cordelia hardly cared if the vampire understood her she knew Caim did and in a way hoped he laughed. "Were we interrupting something? Personal phone call? Or booty call?"

[vintagecordelia]

Meeting the Coven | Cordelia and Caim / Venice

[vintagecordelia]

Cordelia was naïve and she played naïve. It was the one weapon her mother told her all women had. At the time it had disgusted her but time and Bastin had proved her mother right. However in this new world of Zombies and Hell Cordelia knew her wits would be the better and biggest weapon. “I thought you only liked blondes.” Chuckling she followed Caim across the horrible looking bridge. Instinct told her not to go, to run, just to leave and make her own way back to New York. Everything about her choices to this point felt wrong and screamed idiot. Then again when did she ever listen to instinct? If Cordelia had she would have simply drugged herself to death instead of jumping off a bridge.

"Bird…I can’t deny this whole thing is giving me the heebie jeebies. I mean I know you’re the high pillow and all but has your coven ever completely disregarded your orders?" Looking down at her boots the raven haired beauty just wanted to survive. The counting in her head had been silenced which was a blessing on its own. Without realizing it Cordelia was playing with the beautiful engagement ring Tray had proposed with. Everything was happening so fast. Faster then anyone would ever like. Santino seemed disgusted with her even after the vampire helped fight and save the family. That revolted her…that he could still treat her like dirt under his nails after all she did. Rolling her eyes as they walked Cordelia turned her attention back to Caim. "So Santino has Ba’al in his corner. I suppose this doesn’t bode well at all for a Bruno like you eh Bird?" Giggling Cordelia nudged him with her elbow and winked. "That’s your new nickname. Bruno Bird…suits you."

[fabulousfeliciano]

"Well if someone’s not blonde and they catch my eye I guess that just shows how special they are huh?" He said giving her a little hip bump as they walked. Ever-flirty bird. 

"Heebie Jeebies? Well at least your instincts aren’t absent little love bite." Yes another hip bump for the lady on that one too. Their relationship was less than savory even within their professionalism. 

He watched her play with the ring. It reminded him of London. She would do the same thing with her Russian ring. “You really love him don’t you?” He asked taking her hand as they crossed the middle of the bridge where magic would take it’s toll on her if he didn’t. “I think I like the name. I like all you names. It always takes me back to that bygone time of beautiful depression fueled suicides. The country was rampant with it. It was a good era for a demon like me.” 

But he shook his head, “No true member of this coven has ever betrayed me.” He used that wording very specifically because the only vampire to ever cross his lines was Nicolo and just Cordy… he wasn’t a true member.. he wasn’t sired by his own that he knew of. Cordy was a second risk. But just like Nicolo, Caim had his reasons for keeping hope both would see that if coven meant family.. they’d see it was more than just use.. or convienience. 

[vintagecordelia]

If it were possible Cordelia would have blushed. Flattery wasn't lost on her and she rather enjoyed it. As suddenly as it started she just as suddenly stopped playing with the ring when Caim spoke of Tray. Nodding her head with a grin and a shrug of her shoulders she confirmed it. "I've never been in love before." Cordy was about to ask him if he had ever been when she felt the warmth of his hand. Caim always had the warmest touch, it almost was a shock to her system every time they touched. Staying as focused on the conversation as she could the vampire's head snapped to face the demon. "Depression fueled suicide? Beautiful?!"

Cordelia's eyes grew dark as the memories of her human life came flooding back. Jonathan Ridgefield. Meeting him, always bumping into him, the engagement, and finally his demise. Tensing Cordelia squeezed Caim's hand. "The man I was supposed to marry when I was 20 was one of your beautiful suicides bird." Sighing softly the vampire closed her eyes before opening them again. "I never loved him. My parents loved his name and his money more. The Ridgefield's name and money was even older then the Darvell's." Scoffing before continuing Cordelia found herself lucky she had escaped a boring life and all that came with it. "Rather then try and see this whole thing through and work for the first time in their pathetic lives my parents offed themselves too. I always thought they would have done it after the accident. When Walter and Bernice died. When I almost died...instead I survived and got these..." Holding up her hands Cordelia motioned to the scars.

Realizing she said more then she intended Cordelia shook her head, dropped her hands and pushed the conversation back to the coven she was going to meet. "True member? I suppose it would be a stupid question to ask if you let in outsiders. We are on our way to meet them." Looking back there was nothing. There was a man, a shifter who loved a vampire and his family who were torn down the middle. Some loved and were in awe of her while others loathed and despised what Cordelia brought to their shores. "I've been on my own for so long...before this whole war I was starting to like being apart of the show. Oh well this is what I do. I learn to adapt and change with the world. I suppose you do it as well."