[PRP] Do You Know Death's Secret? [Bennett/Lucian]

[[Estelle]]

The night air was warm, yet there still seemed to be a chill air in the graveyard that night. Stars twinkled in and out of existence as dark clouds rolled through the sky. Small critters scampered through the tombstones, appearing to evacuate the area. Certainly it was from the dark presence that was lurking there tonight. While this was not the Cappadocian's usual graveyard, it was were Bennett had been instructed to meet the new-comer. Even though he had claimed to be of their bloodline, Ashur was very cautious about bringing them into the Catacombs after being overthrown by his own once.

Bennett couldn't help but smirk to herself as she thought of her father's faith in her. While she was her father's daughter, she had also met Grendel and become his follower. She still served her father, but her true interest was in Grendel's revolution; her colors would show when it was time. While her mind wandered to her God, her mismatched eyes scanned the paths into the graveyard. He should be here soon.

Her tail lashed behind her as she leaned against a crumbling tombstone. There was a smear of blood on the corner of her mouth that she licked away gently, her ears tuned into the sounds in the graveyard.

 

[[Estelle]]

Bennett watched the male hop out of a grave and refill it, taking a bag full of, what sounded like, glass and solutions with him. A calm breeze blew through the graves as he began digging up another grave not five yards from her current position. She hopped up onto the tombstone, crossing her legs as she watched him with mild interest. She could tell by his scent that he was the one she was looking for, however she was in no hurry to complete tonight's mission.

Her tail flowed lazily behind her as she watched him pack the brain into a jar and hop back out of the grave, filling this one as he had the previous. Curious. She wondered what he would do with the body parts and made a mental note to ask later. Finally, she decided she had waited long enough and she called out to him.

"You smell of death..." Bennett's voice was cool and collected, strong. There was a sense of authority to her voice as she lounged on the tombstone. Her silver and purple hair blew around her face as she looked at him. "And of familiar, old blood." She wasn't going to give away all the game just yet. She wanted to see if he knew what he was.

 

[[Estelle]]

She swung her legs gently, looking almost innocent, nearly childlike. Compared to him, it was likely that she was very young. She was the newest of the clan, being born rather than changed. However, her eyes flashed with the glimpses of danger she possessed. A slight smile rested on her lips as she raised a brow. "You are correct. I am neither of those things, but you should believe that I may be very important and very valuable to you."

Bennett's words were not meant to be threatening at all. In fact, she meant them almost kindly. He was interesting. Her eyes watched the floating eyeball he carried. How curious. "We have never met in this form, but you have encountered my blood before. Sometime in the past, your blood is the same as mine." She ran her claws through her short, silvery hair, which caught the moonlight in a rather ethereal way.

Her tail swished through the air behind her and she looked away, spotting some motion in the distant graveyard. Ears twitching, she identified the movement as a mortal visitor, paying respects to a deceased. Normally, they would have become her prey, but this was more important. "I did not follow you here. My father sent me to wait for you. He knew you would come here."

 

[[Estelle]]

Bennett grinned, resting her head on her paw. He was quick to catch on. She often though she looked like her mother, but there were some of her father's qualities in her. Good. He was pure, whereas her mother had not been. Unclanned, a whore. Often, the young vampire glossed over that fact. Her father had seen something in the woman so at least he must have thought she was worth something.

"Yes. I am the first born of Ashur. He sensed you in the night and sent me to find you. So I have."

Finally, she hopped down from her perch, landing on the soft ground, her claws digging into the soil as she smoothed her clothing. Her tail lashed behind her as he approached him, plucking the jar from him to examine it better. "I could smell his blood in you. That's how I traced you here." Bennett was no longer look at him, but at the jar. She seemed almost hypnotized by the motions of it.

 

[[Estelle]]

[Estelle]

She raised a brow, noticing the pangs of concern in his voice. What was so important about this eyeball. Certainly it was curious how it seemed to be swimming in the solution, looking at her. Of course, it wasn't connected to a brain; how could such a thing be true? Bennett weighed the jar in both her paws, tilting it slightly. She didn't really want to damage it, on the off chance that it was actually important, but she wondered how far she could test him.

"What is your name?" Her eyes were on him as she tilted the jar precariously in her paws. Some of the beads around her paws clinked against the jar. They had been engaged for too long for her not to know his name. "And why is this jar so important to you?" Those were the two questions that were gnawing on her mind right now. She wouldn't be too happy if he didn't answer her.

 

[[Estelle]]

With a smirk, Bennett placed the jar back in his paw carefully. She had decided that he'd had enough of her torment for now. Her tail lashed gently behind her as she softened her demeanor. It was true that she didn't know much about friendship, but it was supposed to be quite important, and if this eyeball was that of a friend, then who was she to mess with him?

"I'm Bennett." It only seemed proper to introduce herself in exchange for his name and for torturing him by snatching his jar. "So why do you have just his eyeball? What good is it?" Just because she was done tormenting him, didn't mean she was done questioning him. Finally, she tore her eyes away from the jar to meet his red ones.

Bennett had certainly inherited her father's curious nature. She found herself full of questions for this new one.