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It had been a long, long time since another had heard or even seen Raphael Beau Pre. After his separation from Karoel he had gone into seclusion. Not even allowing his children to find him. He had made a mistake and it had cost him something the vampire had held dear. His family.

The Ravnos Elder stood outside the fancy club staring up at its opulence. This was definitely a place he would have found her if he had been looking for the other vampire.

What was he doing here? Did she want to squabble over something she felt he owed her? That might have been the case but he was tired of that s**t. Slipping his hands into his long black cloak Raphael Beau Pre turned to face the street, stopping himself and turning back around to head inside the club.

He was greeted with luxury. Something he was not among often. He pushed through the hallway and into the main lobby which lead off into different areas, such as the bar. It was easy enough to see into. Glass walls made it so. And there sitting on a stool there she was. He froze but then brushed it away as he slipped into the bar and quietly onto the stool next to hers. “Vodka dry.” His voice was a deep rumble. It was almost as if he hadn’t spoken to another soul in years.

Raphael didn’t look at her. Not at first. It was too painful to see her beautiful pale face there in the warm golden light of the club. Instead he focused on his drink when it arrived. A claw swirling it before lifting it to his lips and taken by a few long gulps. Settling the glass back down in the bar.

He heard her shift in her seat. She was looking at him as his throat tightened up nstantly. What was he going to say?

This meeting could go any hundred of ways and none of them seemed to leave to where he wanted. He had become a pessimist over the years A red eye hidden partially by blond hair slid to the side to regard her. But that was a mistake. He shouldn’t of come here. “Karoel….”

* Rosemarie watches her mate snap the watch closed. " are you nervous? I think its a good opportunity and i will stand behind you my love always." *she watches him and smiles she love him so much.* after a little while she watches the patrons before looking around again at space she felt so gritty and excited* " are all clubs like this one?"

She let a sigh, there it was, she didn't even have to do a thing to be accused. "What makes you think I need anything? I've adjusted to solitude quite well, this place being an exception of course, lovely charming people.." she scanned the room for the young man she paid to be interested whatever she felt like going on about, but he seemed to still be on his break, damn..she let out a frustrated groan.

Wait, why was he even here, wasn't she doing him a huge favor by staying away and keeping quiet? Wasn't this better for the children? Gods know only one of them would speak to her for awhile until that was put to an end by his mate.. Why was he here now after all this time.. Maybe he'd heard how far she'd fallen.. Well lets make him get to the point "..How much do you know already." her smile faded as she braced herself for gloating or pity.



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Linus had his attention divided a few ways now, watching out for the one who summoned him, whatever the hell was going on across the bar, noting exit routes, and what his lovely wife was asking him, whoever it was that wish to speak with him better be ok with the fact she was accompanying him, they where a packaged deal after all. "Nervous? Not at all, at least not about this meeting.." Hmm, no they seemed to be keeping their voices down he turned to face her more to focus more on her.

"Hmm, I think comparing this to other clubs might be considered a crime, it's certainly the nicest place I've been to." And that was saying something. "Theres also clubs that focus more on dancing, loud music and all that, but.." He wrinkled his nose a bit thinking about them. "I'm more comfortable somewhere like this."

"You know the highlights then, the princess lost her crown..I went home, they tried, maybe, I tried, maybe, but in the end it was once again better for the family to just pay me to leave.." she throws her head back and finishes her nearly full drink in one go, waving the bartender off, nearly at her limit for both drinks and this conversation. "Heh..' she gritted her teeth remembering her favorite parts "She said she was tired of wasting the money on perfume, not enough of it to cover up the stench of you." her nose took that as a cue to sniff the air and.. Too many memories bad and good where flooding back, over whelming but she bite her lip to try and remain calm. "Oh, thats a bit dramatic even for me, don't you think?." her eyes where starting to get full, soon the illusion of bitter but composed would break. She was going to have to find a new place after this wasn't she..

"..Why are you here?" she just wanted him to spit it out already. If he's hurting even half as bad as she is then why seek out the apparent cause of your misery.

She swirled around in her seat leaning back against the bar and gave an annoyed look around the room. Is no one except the guy pouring drinks working tonight? Shouldn't there be hosts trying to shoo him away to try and regain her attention and money, shouldn't this place have some huge muscular guy with a nice suit and sunglasses who's job it is to ask 'This guy bothering you miss?' and grab him by the back of his neck and throw him out?

Again as funny as that would be she'd probably refuse the kind offer.. Gods, all those times replaying this moment in her head, all the bitchy speeches she had scripted in her head, the slaps to the face, the dramatic walks out the door while swaying her hips making sure he saw how good she looked in her new outfit.. None of them seemed right, hundreds of ways and just... She just wasn't angry enough for any of them.. Well s**t.. Now shes wasn't sure how she was feeling. "Well.. Maybe I picked a place you where bound to find me.."

She shut her eyes hard, trying and failing to block out the tears "Again you ask what I want? I thought that was clear so many years ago, are you trying to mess with my head or just break my heart over again?" she tried to keep her voice down but this was too much.

Why was he here, why was he acting like she was the one bothering him, wait.. "..Who.. Who told you I was calling.." her voice dropping to just slightly above a whisper. She knew.. She knew.. The sweet sweet misguided boy.. Oh he was potentially about to catch hell from at least three different directions.. Still.. This could change things. Her face softened considerably as she tried to recontextualize this entire encounter quickly.