Satis House

[XCandy and LunacyX]

Antha made a small sound like disappointment, the faintest of pouts touching her lips. If he knew so little of telepathy, then he was not well-trained as a witch, assuming that he was one at all.
No, he was certainly a witch. She could feel the low thrum of power from him when she focused, the kind that was particular to witches. So she called to him again, wordless this time, trying to draw him in. She gave him a brief memory of the winding marshy road so near to him, the one that ended at the gate to Satis House. Somewhere beyond that image, like flickering thoughts, was the memory of her basement with Petyr's bones on the wall, of the legacy room and the old books of her ancestors that gave off power like a thick scent, and more important than anything, though it was small, she showed him the brief memory of closing the chest in the Mayfair Manor attic containing all the old dolls of bones, her hands slamming the lid down so that the carved word 'Mayfair' was thrown into deep relief in the dim light.
She felt quite certain that if anything would draw him to her, down the path that she had shown him, it would be that single name---his name, she was sure. No one with as much Mayfair blood as he carried would not have the Mayfair name. No, he was the product of blood very closely tied to hers, though she did not know how close. After all, their family tree tended to have very blurry lines, ones that crossed all over each other and disregarded any promise made by marriage. If you are a Mayfair boy, she called soundlessly, a touch of something in her voice that was nearly taunting, Then come to play.

 

[Azure Halfbreed]

Felix wasn't surprised a second time. When he recieved the images from the owner of the voice, he knew instantly that is was the path leading to the manor. But the one image that was shown to him was chest containing the bone dolls, with the name Mayfair carved in it. Not to mention that the voice accused him of being a Mayfair and also that the energy of the voice while talking like that was coming from the manor itself. Were his answers in there?

Felix returned to his materail body and looked at the manor. If his answers were in there, he needed to find them. He pushed the gate open and proceeded onward. The closer he got, the more nervous he became. Which was odd. He never gets nervous. But there's a first for everything. Felix approached the door and took a breath before giving it a few knocks.  

[Goblin In A Suit]

Kain jumped at the sound of the knock. "Damn why do things always sneak up on me." he said aloud taking a deep breath. He cused himself because he knew if he hadn't been thinking so deeply it never would have scared him. He sighed knowing it wouldn't be right to open the door in the house of someone he didn't know but he had a feeling that it wouldn't be to bad sience he already let himself in. He walked to the door and opened it.
"Yes," he said to Felix. "Who are you?" he asked suddenly taken in by the feeling of a witch around him. Being a human with no experence with the supernatural he had no idea what was happing and wasn't able to defend his mind from the natural powers of a witch.  

[XCandy and LunacyX]

Antha retreated back into the house quietly, padding down the stairs and bottom hall without a sound. The other one had entered her house uninvited, though she wasn't exactly sure when, and it amused her.
That amusement, or indeed any of the attention placed on the intruder, died abruptly when she glimpsed the witch boy beyond the doorway, saw the faint gleam of sunlight on his red hair, caught a flash of green eyes. Two marks of a witch---whatever Mayfair stock he was from, it was very good.
With that she brought the umbra in around her and cast them out like a bubble, threading the air through her house with the thick scent of magic, for lack of a better word. Any witch would sense it, and any human would feel something amiss, shivers or goosebumps or something of that manner. "Mon dieu, what a busy day for my house, and the sun hasn't even fallen from the sky yet." The fascination was very clear in her voice, seeing as how she imagined the darkness surrounding her was too complete to see it on her face. "An intruder and a stranger of a Mayfair. Really, boys, where are your manners?"

 

[Goblin In A Suit]

Kain turned at the sound of Antha's voice happy to get out of the daze that Felix put on him but then it was back when he looked at her. "I'm sorry ma'am." he said to her dazed. He had the strange urge to take off his dust mask but stopped himself. "I just wandered into town and I was hoping for some food or something." he said. He was going to try to find a way to as easier but he forgot under her gaze. "I was told I should come here by the others who turned me away. He didn't even know why he let her know all that info but it just slipped out.  

[Azure Halfbreed]

The door opened to Felix. But it wasn't the person who call to him. He could just tell. Both by looking and by what he felt. He wasn't the one. Felix was about to make some reason why he should give his name to a total stranger when a woman's voice carried itself across the air. He turned slightly to see who the voiced belonged to.

There in front of him stood a young lady. From the looks of it, it seems she just woke up. Slightly messed hair, only a buttoned shirt. But he could feel something coming from her. He couldn't describe very well. But it seemed to match the same feeling of when he uses his talents. Were they one in the same?

Felix stepped inside the house and took a few steps towards the young lady. "You're the one who called to me, aren't you?"  

[XCandy and LunacyX]

Antha laughed once, softly, as if she were enjoying a private joke. If he was a Mayfair, Julien would want to get his hands on him. In his eyes, it was the end of the world when a Mayfair boy forgot his manners, as this one had in not introducing himself. But she would let that one slide for now.
Quietly she padded down the hall, keeping her eyes trained carefully on the witch. There was something shifting beneath the deep emerald of her immense eyes, something calculating and yet feral. But when she stopped some ten feet short of the door, it dimmed and she gave a quick, graceful curtsy. "My name is Antha Evelyn Mayfair, the Designee of the Mayfair Legacy." With that she stepped forward again, placing herself before the intruder for one moment so that she could study his eyes. It frightened most people when Antha studied them---her gaze was too intense, full of secrets and magic that no one really wanted to mess with, too much like she was prying into their minds with her steady gaze. But it lasted only a moment, long enough to know that he was not an enemy for the time being.
It was when she turned and went to the witch that she pulled the umbra in tight around her, collecting them like a second skin. She wanted him to learn very fast that Antha Mayfair was the last person in the world that he should ever cross. "And who," she asked softly, a faint brush of breath as her eyes studied his own, intense as ever, "Might you be, mon ami?"

 

[Vikteren]

The steam and water scoured him, scraped the blood and filth of the past few days off his skin, needles of water injecting him with what he wanted to think as something of their purity.

Water was one of the few more incorruptible things in the world.

His hair dark and damp, clinging to the nape of his neck with the weight of the water, he dried himself and dressed, buttoning the shirt slowly, at a human speed, merely to appreciate what little silence and peace he could gather.

The vampire stopped, suddenly, fingers going still on the second-to-last button, as the susurrus of quiet voices rose from the floor below.
But if it was Sleet's doing, then surely Antha would have called for him? He was not so certain.

He finished dressing, dragging his fingers back through his hair as he exited and followed Antha's scent down the landing. Not quite wholly out of sight, but close enough that he would not interfere with their conversation, Vikteren stopped and waited.

 

[Azure Halfbreed]

Antha Mayfair. The Designee of the Mayfair Legacy. It seems he stumbled into the right place. She was apparently, his family. She called him a Mayfair, so she must be. However the air she gave off was different than he expected. It was something that demanded respect. For Felix, respect had to be earned. And he feared very little. But something told him that was going to get that respect from him one way or another.

"My name is Felix. Felix Mayfair I believe." Felix has to add I believe to the end of that. He still found it hard to believe that he belong to this family. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he got his search mixed up with another family.  

[XCandy and LunacyX]

A slow smile spread across her face as she listened to him, something not entirely friendly, but certainly pleased. "Felix." She spoke his name like a charm, or something to consider, reaching out and brushing her fingertips along his jaw in one quick, gentle movement. "You need not mention your Mayfair blood to me, Felix. I can feel it on you, around you. Mayfair blood nearly as thick as mine, nearly as pure." That made her smile again, listening to herself describe anything about her family as pure.
It took a split second to feel the change in the air, to catch Vikteren's scent, to break eye contact and turn, staring into the darkness beyond. She reached out with one pale arm as if to touch him, curling her fingers to beckon him forward. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she had dreamed of mild horrors, and she wanted Vikteren near her because of it. Please, come, she asked wordlessly as the door shut behind the witch and the candles the length of the hall flickered on as if they were electric, making a dim light that threw shadows onto every surface, letting them dance across the walls.
When she turned again, settling her gaze back upon Felix, there was a subtle new brightness to her own, an easiness that had not existed before.

 

[Azure Halfbreed]

Felix watched Antha's movements. From her finger touching him, to her looking back in the darkness, reaching out for something. This was very different. Having a actual blood relative. He didn't know if she was the only one though. All he found out was that he was a Mayfair. He didn't know who anyone actually was. In his head, Felix sarcasticly said to himself. This will be fun

"So, Antha. Seeing as how you said you could feel the Mayfair blood with in me, I'm assuming we're related."  

[XCandy and LunacyX]

Again there came that smile, giving her pretty face a touch of wickedness. "Oh yes, without a doubt. But I wonder just how close..." She moved forward as if pulled by a string, closing the distance between them until only a very small inch kept them apart. Her hand rose then in a very quick gesture, going to rest just over his heart. She listened for a moment, the dull thud of his blood being pumped through his body. Gradually she touched his cheek and her eyes closed, a simple reaction, concentrating on his mind, trying to find that small part of his mind that held the memories he couldn't access.
They were vague, mostly, and she didn't care to watch them, to really look. But in the handful of seconds that she made the connection, she did see one thing from his earliest memories, one little image with a half-formed thought attached that only his very cells would know.
When she withdrew from him, her eyes fluttering open, she just stared at him and there was something in her eyes between disdain and pity. It was a look she often gave mirrors when she was alone, and without a single thought to the matter, she sighed the same single name, "Julien."

 

[Azure Halfbreed]

He knew some people would be embarassed or would blush when she got this close to them. But Felix was used to being around people like this. Something he needed to do it for missions. Get close to his target, or have him and his partner get close to the target. Felix really didn't mind her being this close.

However when she mutter a name, he looked at her questioningly. When she was close to him, he could feel her doing something. But he didn't know what. "Whose Julien?"  

[XCandy and LunacyX]

She sighed once, softly, and turned to enter the parlor, motioning for him to follow. "Julien is...well, I'll save his full description for after you know something about how our family works. To be polite, Julien is something of the patriarch of our generation. When uncle Stefan dies---which I imagine will be very soon---oncle Julien will be head of the family." With those words she slid gracefully onto the sofa set beside the fireplace, motioning for Felix to take the adjacent chair. "So tell me, Felix," she said softly, her eyes following him with a strange and morbid curiosity, "Do you really want to know about our family---your family? This is your last chance to run, mon cher."