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Family Drama (Mircea/Nadia)

 

¡°I suppose that to a certain extent my own interactions are a bit¡­limited.¡± Nadia hardly made a point of intentionally avoiding others it simply worked out where most of her conversations happened to be with either family or those who served them. ¡°Though I suppose that has more to do with our father's desire to keep us all close.¡±
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One eyebrow lifted so slightly it was barely even noticeable as she looked to her brother. //Hardly the point.// Resisting the temptation to respond by sticking her tongue out at him as they weren't alone and it might draw attention to the fact the two of them were carrying on a private conversation.
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She said her farewell before departing with her brother, waiting until they had gotten a little distance from the Black Bess then with a sidelong glance she began. ¡°It may be nothing but¡­our mother seems to be growing increasingly distant while father remains so wrapped up in¡­politics that he either doesn't notice or perhaps doesn't care.¡±
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When someone passed a little too close she fell silent not particularly wishing their conversation to be overheard, only resuming once at a safe distance. ¡°I imagine it doesn't help matters that of all places he brought the family to Teja¡¯ari¡¯s territory and since arriving in London we barely see him.¡±
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Would Mircea reach the same conclusion? Or perhaps he'd be able to convince her there was nothing for her to be worried about.?
 

"I doubt he'd be that obvious," Mercia said dismissively of their father and the implied possibility of an affair.
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His expression was more thoughtfully considering than concerned as he walked along at his sister's side.
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"Perhaps there is some sort of trouble that he, for whatever reason, is attempting to handle alone. Though why he'd not at least bring his sons into it..."
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Or his daughters either for that matter as they were all tough enough. Girls were girls but the girls of Vlad Tepes were still? Tepes blooded and thus tough.
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"Unless he's helping someone else in their trouble and thus keeping their secret," he continued to muse once they were properly alone on the night street.
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People were in sight but not in ear shot and he spoke quietly.
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"Perhaps he owes someone a favor and is paying with aid and silence," he speculated.
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"If I happen to see him, I'll simply ask," he said with a wink, hoping to lighten his sister's mood.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

¡°If not, then why do nothing while his family drifts apart?¡± Nadia asked with one eyebrow lifted as she cast an inquiring look in her brother's direction. It wasn't that she wanted it to be true but her imagination had been set to racing from the moment she started to notice little things she feared would turn into much larger ones. ¡°I fear that mother will be long gone before his focus returns to family.¡±
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She took a breath, quietly looking about as she tried to bury those fears. ¡°Things used to be so different between them¡­a relationship like theirs was something I always hoped to find for myself one day. But seems after four centuries either he no longer cares or is completely oblivious to what's happening.¡± Staring intently at the path ahead.
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¡°If only it were that simple.¡± Waging a silent debate over whether it should be pointed out no one had seen much of their father at all since they had arrived in London or how distant their mother had become. As the eldest she felt somehow responsible for holding the family together in his absence.?
 

Mercia walked at his sister's side for several moments in silence. At times his mind was considering her words and what words and thoughts he may have in return and at other times his mind had moved onto his own plans for being here. His own life and goals.
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When he eventually spoke his tone was calm and unmoved, his expression considering.
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"Father tends to withdraw emotionally and physically when he feels he could bring danger to those he loves by doing otherwise. If Mother doesn't recall that perhaps it is her who has lost interest after 4 centuries."
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He chuckled.
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"She never got to be young and free truly, you know," he said not overly concerned.
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"Father had far more opportunity to run wild and free like the wolf."
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Of course if this was the case, Vlad's reaction would most certainly be amusing as well as disconcerting, Mercia knew. He would of course protect Katherina if it came to that. She was his mother.
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"Is that all," he asked his sister, turning to regard her with an arched brow.
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"Of course I will contact father and ask if there is anything I can help with once I"ve attended to my own personal matters. If he'd needed my help in earnest he would've asked."
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Nadia so wished that all these concerns would become little more than background noise as it would make things so very much simpler. She hadn't set out to be so worried when their family made the trip here but it happened all the same. Her head turned slightly when her brother next spoke.?
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¡°I know, it's just¡­if this were something limited to recent history it would not worry me so, but this has been brewing over the last century.¡± There were moments when she almost considered asking questions but for fear of making things worse between her parents had not.?
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She appreciated his attempt at lightening the mood, offering a brief smile, then staring ahead in silence for several seconds. ¡°You can it in her eyes when she looks at father or speaks of him that is not the case. She still loves him very much. There's just a sadness and this¡­distance now.¡±
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The more she thought on it, the more she wished she could shake their father for his absence. It was his job to hold the family together. Not hers. So, why wasn't he doing it?
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¡°Last I spoke with one of the clan elders, it would seem something has gotten Elisabeta all worked up. She keeps telling them that trouble is in the wind and that tragedy is sure to strike in regards to our family.¡± It wasn't so easy to dismiss the old woman's predictions as more often than not they came to pass.?
 

Mercia was silent for several steps as he considered his sister's words. Tragedy.
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"But who could possibly cause us harm. You've seen what has befallen those who have attempted or even considered attempting it. I will try to contact father, though. I'll send a few messenger bats to find him," he decided.
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"See if he'll take my help."
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He smiled at Nadia, though the expression didn't touch his eyes.
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Would that make you feel better?"
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The sudden sound of foot steps behind them caused him to fall silent if he would have said more on the matter. He would not have bothered glancing back over his shoulder if he had not sensed the rapidly gaining presence was that of?another vampire. Not the one who had sat with his sister in the tavern either.
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The man came up fast on Nadia's other side before Mercia could turn his head, though, saving him the trouble. The vampire was one Mercia had never seen before. Of that he was certain. A short stocky bull of a man with unrefined features, too much hair and? a heavy flaring cloak that draped and surrounded his form like batwings. Awful fashion sense, he thought with an inner cringe, not in the mood to be friendly or particularly social with a likely mad vampire.
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The vampire gave a tight smile and thrust? a black rose into Nadia's hand.
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"I do wonder....when your parents are gone, will you reign over the Tepes vampire empire or will your brother kill you for it...or....or perhaps break you, and leave you in the family dungeon...You shall likely bloom nicely in the dark. your beauty unfading like a black night orchid. The rose is the first flower in a series of mourning that you should carry for your many losses to come."
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Already incensed by the suggestion that he would harm Nadia, Mercia had had enough. Lunging for the vampire with a growl of fury he found himself flying back too his own shock. He had neither seen or felt the fist that struck him in the gut faster than fast, knocking him back onto the cobblestones. In less than an instant, he had been in mid lunge, then he was flat on his back and his attacker gone without a trace save for the black rose he had left in his wake.
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"Drop that it could be poison," he snapped even before bothering to rise.
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The flower was likely a symbol rather than a direct attack on his sister, but she was the eldest, and perhaps some vampire in power would wish to frame Mercia for his sister's demise.
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Several streets away in a matter of seconds, Sariel paused under the eaves of a manor to enjoy the surge of elation that was rushing through him. The blood and power of all those old ones he had killed sang through him more sweetly than any adrenaline rush?could. It had served him well thus far.?He had been faster than one of the most powerful vampires at least for a moment! Not enough long term, but if he kept hitting fast, weakening them with paranoia and fear, whittling down at them, with patients and caution and the proper placement of skills and retreats, he just may have a chance at full revenge.
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He had struck at Katarina and 2 of her children in less than 24 hours! That felt amazing. Only the look of hurt in HER eyes had shaken him and still stuck in his mind a little, serving to dampen his joy in fleeting instances, but in time she would know and understand.
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OOC, That was completely unplanned/my favorite/your post inspired.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

¡°I know that we have always been able to deal with threats in the past but this one¡­whatever it is¡­has Elisabeta more worked up than she normally gets.¡± Nadia learned years ago that her warnings weren't to be ignored as the old gypsy was rarely ever wrong about such threats. It was different than a concerned parent or sibling who might play things up to stress their point.

She wished there was something capable of putting her mind at ease but with circumstances being what they were she doubted there was anything that could. It was a fault of hers¡­being overly concerned for her family more so than herself. But before she could answer her brother's question their conversation was rather abruptly interrupted by another of their kind.

Most knew better than to underestimate the women of her family as they were capable of being just as ruthless and vengeful as the men. One eyebrow lifted as the odd looking man addressed her directly all but ignoring Mircea. A move she was fairly certain was some sort of tactic on his part.

If not for being so preoccupied with sorting him out she would have thrown the black rose back in his face or at his feet when he spoke of her parents being ¡®gone¡¯. It rattled her a little after all of Elisabeta¡¯s warnings, not that her expression was any indication.

She focused all her resolve on not allowing herself to be baited into doing something reckless which could endanger either of them. Their father often stressed the importance of keeping one¡¯s anger in check. But to suggest that her brother would end her life or cause her any harm caused a flash of anger in her eyes.

There for a split second she considered asking what it is he thought he knew but then her brother's temper had gotten the better of him and quite honestly she loved him for it. Her concerns only deepened when she saw Mircea hit the ground, a thing that had her quickly looking back to the stranger.

It was difficult to suppress her first instinct as it was to check on her brother but to do so meant turning her back on the vampire. She could already hear the lecture a move like that would earn from their father, IF he ever shifted some of his focus back onto his family.?

Instantly tossing the rose on the ground at hearing his words of caution then moving to check on him rather than chasing after the one who¡¯d left her with a growing sense of unease. ¡°Are you alright?¡± The words passed her lips more out of a need to say something in that moment as she couldn't see anything wrong.

The strange incident bringing to mind something else that was already beginning to trouble her¡­the fact she could no longer sense most of their siblings. Something wasn't right.




(ooc: felt like adding a little hint as to what the witches have been doing.)
 

Mercia was struggling under a wealth of unwanted?emotions and completely foreign ones too. shock, bafflement, unease, but there was the one he knew and loved! The rage! Leaping to his feet he headed after the man, looking at his sister in a quick glance as he was already in motion.
"Lets track the bastard and together we can take him down. This ends now."
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The words came out in a decisive growl. Even as he moved through the London streets his senses open to the vampire, his mind began to sift through what he had noticed. The man didn't seem old enough to be as strong as he was, but there were other ways.
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"He's been killing old ones. I"m surprised we've never heard of him or that father hasn't put him down," he told Nadia, speaking without looking to see his sister was with him, as of course she would be. They always had one another's backs and right now this wasn't even a matter of protection. This was a matter of stopping a very obvious threat. What was thee vampire thinking to believe he could actually take them on?
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A few vampires distracted him with similar scents, a few that even killed old ones as this one had, but not as many for they were not as strong and he ignored them for now. He wasn't locating the culprit as rapidly as he normally would've which he didn't like...and that wasn't normal either. Not at all. They were better and faster than any vampire not of the family or the 9, so what the hell was going on? Rather than voicing this to his sister, as it felt too much like defeat, he doggedly continued, having his rage to chew on and fuel him along the way.
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The implications of this could not be tolerated. The things it could mean for them if this wasn't handled now, could not be tolerated or allowed.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Nadia was always quick to have her brother¡¯s back even after having been made a passenger inside the body of a vampire who belonged to the Mikaelson bloodlines. It was but one of the many decisions made by the other vampire lords she came to question. Of course, their explanations always came back to feelings her father had for the woman her mother had for the last few decades been a passenger inside of.

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At times she thought that part of his past was a far greater threat to her parents¡¯ marriage than lady Teja¡¯ari ever could be. He had the power to resurrect the dead and yet he¡¯d allowed the actions of the Nine to stand with regards to how his wife and eldest daughter were returned to him.?

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Her eyes widened a bit as a frightening thought occurred to her. ¡®What if Katerina Petrova or as she¡¯d been calling herself back then...Katherine Pierce was regaining control?¡¯ It would certainly explain a few things. It was easier for her mind to latch onto this idea because the thought of her family coming apart at the seams was much too painful after all they¡¯d been through to be reunited.

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She tried to stay focused on the task at hand but the image of a black rose replayed itself in her mind she could feel ¡®Nadia Petrova¡¯ fighting to get enough of a foothold to regain control. The woman had a child with one of the gypsies who served their family?(or rather that of her uncle whom she¡¯d never met)?and they had seemed quite happy for a time until a need to know her own mother had led her to being turned so that she could find her.

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As she understood it that loyalty had never shifted, now whether this woman had any ties with her uncle was a bit of a mystery.?

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Something about that damned black rose had stirred ¡®Nadia Petrova¡¯ and now she was forced to come to a stop as the internal struggle for maintaining control took all her focus. All too often it was much too easy to forget this body wasn¡¯t her own, a thing her brother tended to do as well, but their father always insisted on a Traveler being near her and their mother at all times for this very reason. But since having arrived in London she¡¯d ditched them what with her father being too preoccupied to notice.

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¡°Mircea?¡± She didn¡¯t feel so well and her voice was strained. It was difficult to say what she¡¯d expected her brother to be able to do about it. Maybe she¡¯d just been frightened at the thought of losing the battle of wills with ¡®Nadia Petrova¡¯ and needed her brother.

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(ooc: That idea struck me today while I was working on the io group for Twist which as soon as I get the posts copied there I¡¯ll send the invites or post the link here. Just don¡¯t want you guys have your inboxes flooded with like three years of old posts.)
 

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Mercia stopped when his sister did. He turned to her, opening his mouth to ask what she'd seen that caused her to pause, but then saw the silent struggle and fear on her face. "Nadia." He moved to stand in front of her.
"Hold on, Sister."
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If the other regained control he would know. She'd not be able to behave like his elder sister. She would slip and he would see it as any good hunter spotted a weakness in prey. He would and when he did he would simply vamp her into submission as long s his sister could hold on. Then she'd still be in there and he could help her to regain full control by quashing the other spirit. If she could hold on and not be pushed out and were she not calm this would be more difficult. Granted he understood the threat of the possibility of loss was enough to cause that literally deadly fear.
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"Be calm and hold on," he said, hoping she would read the meaning in his words that the true owner of the body would not.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.

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