You have just entered room "Kindred Cathedral."

Jacen Silvermoon: ::Finally, after all this time, all the begging and pleading, he had finally gotten the whereabouts of Nich from Tiph. That had been days ago though, he had been scared to come here. Unconciously, his thoughts wandered to Tiph, wondering what she had been up to the past few days. Probably baby sitting. He smiled nervously as he approahced the building::

DarkViciousVamp: ::The Cathedral was enormous, though in more of a compact and vertical fashion than a sprawling, spacey horizontal one. The hues that it was composed of were bleak and gray, both light and dark, some sable patches thrown in as well. It was hewn entirely from stone, the arching parapets and spiked pillars at it's peaks rose ominously against the night's full moon. The front doors were cast of iron, gnarled angry snarling gargoyles made the twin handles, mirroring similar, much larger ones that studded each of the building's four corners::

Jacen Silvermoon : ::Donned in his black traveling cloak, the hood pulled low over his head, wrapped tight about his body, he walked through the fenced gate that marked the beginning of property for this massive building. He carried no weapons with him, this alone something very different for him. His thoughts strayed from Nich for but a short moment before returning fully to her. His palms began to sweat slightly, his heart beat a bit faster in his chest. He swallowed deeply, having trouble getting the frog in his throat down. He was nervous. Scared. It had been so long since he had seen his love, how would she react? Surely she could not be pleased with his sudden departure. He was terrified to have to face her wrath, but he knew that he must. For he loved her. He loved her with all of his heart. No other even came close to meaning what she did for him. He was hollow without her. Nothing but a shell of a man. To be without her was Hell all in it's own. He had to see her again, to touch her..His hands trembling a bit, he approached those huge iron bound doors::

DarkViciousVamp: ::Inside, the decor was much the same, apart from a myriad of vampiric runes that were inlaid into the walls at regular intervals. Upon short outcroppings of gray cold stone that ran up and down each wall were clustered identical groups of candles, three to each bundle, inky black, starkly white, and rich burgundy. All burned with an intense and curious black flame. Apart from those and the moon, there was no light. Nichollette was in a kneeling position at an altar at the head of her cathedral, the entire structure shrouded with a fine black silk, which hung down dramatically around her flawless form. Her head bowed, and that self same voice was rising up from her thin pale throat, the tone the same, tinged with the exact same tantalizing hypnotic quality that it had always possessed, ever since she had been made Kindred. Another thing which may be noted, was her back, bare as always, which was facing the doors, was perfect once more, no Tzimiscian scars to mar it's beauty remained.. it was as if nothing had ever been there to disfigure her at all. Her chant was eerie, and sounded quite evil in nature, though the words were indiscernable to anything other than Kindred ears::

Jacen Silvermoon : ::Should he knock? Or merely enter? Every moment passed by agonizingly slow as he stood outside the daunting building. His heart raced even faster as he thought of what lay within. Nich... His heart ached to see her again. But wait, he had to be sensible about this. He shook his head slowly, blinking a bit as he tried to think clearly once again. She would be mad...

Jacen Silvermoon: She could be furious. She could be....dead.

Jacen Silvermoon: ::He nearly yelled out in anguish as his thoughts reached that possibility. NO! It couldn't be a possibility. But could it? Tiph had say that he could find Nich within these walls. The dead were buried within these walls…..His body was enveloped in a newfound urgency, a panic, as his thoughts raced through the possibilities.

Jacen Silvermoon: Shaking quite visibly now, he reached out to those gargoyle handles. He had to enter. He had to see his love, no matter what repercussions it would bring. With trembling effort he heaved open the massive doors::

DarkViciousVamp: ::A set of delicate silver chains wound up each arm in an intricately twisting pattern, the individual strands locking and lacing together in a meticulous pattern. They graced the backs of her hands as well, and were linked to a matching set of rings, complete with vampiric runes, one to each finger. The entire set of Vampiric curiosities were glowing a bright white against her pallid flesh, seething with sheer, unadulterated power. Her haunted crimson pupilless depths of death snapped open, and her figure went tense, as she sensed someone approach, heard their steps soon followed by the creaking open of her heavy doors. She whirled around and was on her feet in a laughably small fraction of a moment, and stood stoicly poised, staring dead on at the figure who had parted that which had previously effectively kept nearly everyone and everything out, and away from her in her period of self forced seclusion::

Jacen Silvermoon : ::Silhouetted against the night backdrop behind him, he stood in the doorway, nothing more than a hooded shadow. With slow, almost hesitant looking steps, the figure entered further into the structure. His hooded gaze rest upon her, and oh how his heart stopped to lay eyes upon her once more. With each step that brought him closer to her, his thoughts were on nothing but the memories they shared, and the feelings she invoked deep within him. Nich....Her red, pupilless eyes, his long, flowing black mane, the inhuman paleness of her skin.::beautiful, perfect Nich.... She was all but perfection in his eyes, seemingly not changed a bit from such a distance. At first he had to restrain himself from dropping all poise and running to her and engulfing her in such a hug that she would think she would never escape from, but the seriousness of this moment bid him otherwise. His voice low and choked, he softly whispered out from beneath the hood:: Nich…..::he choked up once more, before able to say more. Curses! He had so much to say to her and yet he stumbled and stammered like a child::

DarkViciousVamp: ::Her senses deceived her, they had to have been.. that figure, that gait, that scent, that voice, the way he spoke her name... She swallowed down a lump that rose suddenly in her throat and forced non expression onto her features with hardly an effort at all, waving both hands with a mutter of hurried, angry verse, upon completion of which, the set of candles obediently burst into much larger flames, casting a harsher light onto the entire crop of shadowed spaces. Her chest rose slowly, as she took in a faint breath, and then she was deathly still again, as each hand fell back to her side, unmoving, aside from the soft slight *tap tap tappings* of her perfect, meticulously kept black nails against the pearl handles of her pistols. The sound was almost mocking, a sneering ordered regular rhythm amidst the atmosphere which had quickly been turned upside down. Outwardly she had not changed too terribly much, still the same as far as looks went, still tall and slender, though she was a good deal thinner now than she had been the last time he'd seen her... The hair, the same, the mournful curiosities of eyes, the lips, and clean white tips of fangs that never ceased to peek out into view, the flowing elegant gown of lush sable satin, all the same they had always been. Inside however, she was hardly the same creature at all::

Jacen Silvermoon: ::With a slow, slightly visible shaking hand, he gripped the cowl of his hooded cloak and pulled it back. Revealing what lay beneath, what was seen was the tear-stained face of none other but Jacen Silvermoon. His jade green eyes were dull, no smile found it's way to his face. What was more, he had five scars, like those from a clawed monster, running across his face. Starting over his right eye, crossing his face, and ending at his left jawbone, the scars were healed, but still served to make him quite startling to look upon nonetheless. Tears running down his cheeks, making no attempt to hide this sign of weakness to her, he spoke with trembling words::

Jacen Silvermoon: Hello my love...

DarkViciousVamp: ::Her eyes widened, blinked, and then narrowed, those ruby lips parting, her mouth falling open in a scant trace of an amount, and her face blanched slightly, whatever hint of color had ever been present in those pale cheeks was gone now, banished away by complete and utter shock:: I had thought you dead.. ::She spoke clearly, calmly, it seemed; apparently she was better accustomed to keeping a hold of herself at traumatic times such as the present one. She looked idly at a random spot of stone flooring off to her right side for a long moment, and then turned her head to face him directly once more:: Where have you been..?

Jacen Silvermoon: ::He nodded slowly, setting his jaw firmly clamped. He had hoped for a better greeting. A hug perhaps, a "Oh Jacen, I thought you dead. I am so glad you have returned to me." But of course that had been foolish. He had expected that this would happen, the other had been merely hopeful wishing.:: I.. ::Closing his eyes momentarily, he sighed a soft sigh and then looked to her once more. He trailed off, and instead tried a different approach than he had originally intended.:: Nich, you remember our wedding date? Only a few days after my abrupt disappearance? Well, once you returned to me, after the torment you endured by your kin, my thoughts went to the wedding. Nich, I had no idea what to get for you. I wanted something…something that showed how much I loved you, Nich, and how I would always be there…to protect you...::He shook his head adamantly:: Nothing can express how deep my love is for you. I came across news that perhaps suggested otherwise…I had hoped to be gone but a short while, retrieve this....gift, and then return still a day or so before our wedding. ::He had blinked away the tears now, drifting back to the time he spoke of, he kept himself rigid and composed all the while:: That, obviously, did not happen... I became prisoner by very powerful demons within their fortress, and for many months, I despaired. Thinking that I would never again be able to see you, my love. I escaped...finally, and made all haste to return to you once more. Nich.. ::His face became that of total sorrow:: I am so sorry..for all I have done to you. ::His head drooped, his chin practically touching his chest, and his voice was low:: I am sorry...

DarkViciousVamp: I told you once, a long time ago, that if I laid my vulnerable heart in your hands, that it was essential you be undaunted in taking care of it, and what was my plea to become, other than foolish words spoken in vain.. ::Her voice was hard, her words hurried, and the only thing that betrayed her pain was the longing, heart breakingly hopeless gleam to her pupilless eyes:: You asked me to be your bride, and that was above and beyond the single most glorious moment in all of my tortured existence, and I accepted you ::At hat point she raked the back of her right hand harshly across her eyes:: And I never saw you again.. On the proposed day of our union, I waited for you, all night Jacen, and when dawn broke the next day I found myself stood up and with only Darrian to offer any comfort to me. Though distraught and devastated, I was willing to forgive all.. but you never came and what was I to assume other than the worst? My heart broken, when I had taken such measures to entrust it to someone I thought would finally prove worthy; endless bloody tears the likes of which this wretched and cruel world could never before fathom drenched these perfect cheeks, for months on end. I ceased to eat, ceased to drink, ceased to live, or find the will to continue on in my miserable existence. After all, what reason had I left to bother to continue to endure this torture when my love had disappeared without a word nor trace? My love, whom I had waited three hundred long painful lonely years to finally find, who arose at long last seemingly in response to the dying wishes of my twisted heart... I had reason to hope once more, something to find joy in once more, ::she laughed bitterly::

DarkViciousVamp: I found myself inexplicably happy, for the first time in the entirety of all my miserable days, only to have it all taken away, and my hopes dashed to pathetic bits. I longed for death to an extent that no one, not you nor anyone else shall ever be able to comprehend. The onlyreason I am standing here now, is someone else bothered to keep me alive, but for what reasons I may never know.

Jacen Silvermoon: ::He choked, a look of pure shock registering across his face. He winced with each of her words and the agony that they brought to him. He nearly burst the pain he was feeling was so great.:: I... ::He reeled inwardly to the verbal assault he had just endured, and he quickly tried to justify, to explain, the actions of the past monthes.:: Nich, I...I did not MEAN to! The pain that I brought you, I sought only the exact opposite. It was to be a great gift, to give to you so that you could see how I felt for you. Recall that on the very same night that I too told you how my heart was none but your's. It lay entrusted with you. Such was the relationship we have. I never meant to do anything that would betray that trust. To hurt you as I undoubtedly have. I would never...NEVER dream of doing such a thing willingly Nich. I was held prisoner for so long...so long...... I escaped and returned at the soonest possible moment. Nich, I know now how badly I have hurt you. I knew I must've, but to what extent..... ::he shook his head:: Nich, I am so sorry for all that has happened. I can do little more than offer you my words, and promise once again that you can trust me with your heart. For you truly can Nich. I too came close to death, and wanted nothing other than that to consider facing the rest of my life, as was cruelly promised to me by my captives. Nich, I too went through incredible suffering and pain by our separation. His eyes narrowed slightly, forcing small tears to roll free down his cheek:: I never meant any of this to happen. I would never dream to hurt you Nich, you know that. Such a thing would never be my intent. I LOVE YOU NICH! I could never do something to harm you willingly!! ::He fell to his knees, unable to further support his own weight at the moment. He remained kneeling before her, staring up at her figure. Teary-eyed, she came across as nothing more than a blurry form, but he treasured every moment he had with her in his gaze. It had been so long since he had seen her last. He would store up every moment he had with her, and never forget how she looked, for fear that he would never again be able to lay eyes upon her::

DarkViciousVamp: But that does naught to justify my pain ::She whispered so softly, it was almost inaudible, and one lone bloody tear slipped it's stinging way slowly down her pale cheek. She trembled despite herself, and wrapped her long bare arms about her middle, clinging as if to seek a comfort, but to no surprise of her own, she found none. She found she less than cared to stand any longer, and took a shaky seat on the pew nearest her, rocking back and forth as if in a daze. She closed her eyes and extended her fangs, opening her mouth as she raised her arm to it, raking them over the flawless flesh and shuddering with a sick delight as her vampiric blood flowed freely from the long gaping wound, blanketing the necroflesh with a crimson film of vitae. She didn't bother to lick the stain from her bloodied fangs, nor retract them, instead only softly speaking:: You may wish to seek out Darrian and thank him for the efforts he took to prolong the misery of this worthless carcass. I would have starved and wasted away had he not forced me to feed.. ::She sounded feeble almost, as if this entire business had drained her of strength completely. Feeling as if mentally stumbling through some hazed proverbial maze of endless twists and turns, her head was reeling, senses fogged and taxed.::

Jacen Silvermoon: ::With an effort, he rose to his feet once more, angrily wiping the tears away from his face:: Yes, I do, very much, have Darrian to thank if that is the case. ::he walked slowly over to her, and, hesitant at first but deciding to anyway, he gently reached out and laid his hand lightly upon her shoulder, stroking the skin ever so lightly with his fingers:: Nich, I know that it does not take away the pain... ::his voice a hoarse whisper, barely audible:: I doubt I can ever do anything that will take the pain away from you...but, maybe in time, you could forgive me? ::he choked out the last few words, barely getting it out before his voice betrayed his totally::

DarkViciousVamp: ::Her eyes flickered open, and she started almost imperceptibly, before closing them again, for a long lingering moment, turning the thoughts and feelings slowly over in her brain. She opened them again, settling the depths onto his face, raising one almost timid hand to traipse the fingetips slowly down over the scar:: I find it in myself to be forgiving if the party deserves it, yes love.. ::She softened her gaze, retracting her fangs as much as could be, leaned forward and placed a soft tender kiss on his lips::

Jacen Silvermoon: ::A floodgate of emotions was released with that single kiss. He reached out and, running his hand through her raven black mane, held her head gently in the cup of his hand, holding the kiss with her for many long moments. Oh how he had missed her touch, her feel. In that long moment that the kiss occurred, everything felt right to him once more. Releasing, finally, of the kiss, he looked to her, his jade eyes overflowing with the love he felt for her, he whispered:: Nich, I love you so much…I will win your forgiveness ..I'll show you I am deserving.. ::Unable to not feel her touch after finally being able to feel it again, he wrapped his arms about her back and pulled her closely to him, engulfing her in such a hug, it felt as though he would never release her, and he very well considered the option.::

DarkViciousVamp: ::She pulled away a few moments afterward, mournful haunted bloody hues turned down to the smooth gray polished granite flooring of her cathedral.. It wasn't that the gesture of her kissing him hadn't been sincere, not anything like that.. She was merely trying to convey her meaning in doing it, to show him that hopefully all was not lost, she didn't despise him, abhor him, nor anything like unto it. In truth, she still loved him, and had never stopped, nor allowed the intensity and purity of her affections for him to lessen or diminish in the slightest. Proof of that in the fact that though she had been urged to move on and forget about him by nearly all of her faithless peers, she had stubbornly clung to the belief that he would be back, as illogical as it might have been, and kept her engagement ring, of finely woven gold and silver, on a delicate silver chain around her neck. The fact still remained however, that she had been deeply hurt, in the only place where she had allowed herself to be vulnerable, and that pain easily outweighed even her joy at seeing him again.. it would take some time to mend the rent in the happiness they had once weaved for themselves to say the least. As much as they both may have longed for it, one simple kiss could not make everything right again. She wrapped her arms around him : with longing, the cool necroflesh combined with the curious heat being generated by the vampiric adornments that were snaking their delicate way up her arms and over her hands, glowing a bright white still. She could only manage to nod to his statements, wrought with agony and inner turmoil, half of her, the darker countenanceand motives screaming that she revert to her vicious vindictiveness, her emotional wounds demanding redress, and the other half, her more gentle, human qualities wanting nothing more than to be able to fogrive all and embrace him with no regret nor malice::

Jacen Silvermoon: ::Sighing, softly he strained to keep him emotions in check. He was no fool. He could only imagine the pain that he had brought to the only person in the world he would never even dream o doing such a thing to. Merely thinking about the possibility of it, twisted and contorted his heart into such a knot of ache he wanted to cry. Having done enough of that to make him think he was naught but the weakest soul alive, he forced his attention elsewhere. Looking to her arms, finally beginning to speak of the present versus the past, he spoke in a low curious tone:: Nich, what is all of this?

DarkViciousVamp: Some adornments with vampiric runes that I acquired some 200 some odd years ago in the Parisian underground.. they add a whole additional dimension of depth to my spells, and are frightfully powerful when let into the wrong hands.. It took a bit of cunning to make them my own. I doubt they have any counterparts in all the world.. A much coveted "trinket" you could call them ::She smirked faintly, running tongue over fang;: But that is neither here nor there.. ::She traipsed her fingertips slowly down the scar that now marred his once flawless visage..:: What is all of this..?

Jacen Silvermoon: ::He winced, not because of her touch, the wounds did not hurt, not of her words, they were innocent enough, but because of the weakness he saw in himself because of the horrid scars he now wore. Taking a breath, exhaling it slowly he spoke:: They are wounds I received while trying to escape from my captives. I was held by the Jinn, powerful fire demons. They have many various lesser demons and minions at their whim. As I tried to escape their island, they sent out various beings to try and stop me. I remained victorious over them, until a point...one of the Jinn came for me himself..I didn't last long needless to say. These scars serve to remind me that I am not untouched in the months I was trapped..

DarkViciousVamp: My scars are gone, and in turn, you now have some of your own.. ::She swallowed quickly:: Don't you hate them? ::Her pupilless depths searched his face; this one had a certain affinity for things of beauty, appreciating the truly gorgeous people and figures that she came across in her unlife, be it outward or inner, beauty of any kind she was quick to recognize and eager to revel in. Her nature as such was the perfect characteristic of her clan. Some might think it shallow perhaps, but when a being, especially one so prone to vanity, such as herself, was in full possession of the knowledge that they were nothing short of breath taking, they worked that aspect to the extreme and prided themselves on their perfection. Hence her agony while still scarred, and likewise, her joy at their finally being removed, and now, her sorrow to behold his. A difficult concept to grasp perhaps, and one easily mistaken for what it was not, she only mourned that everyone else would think less of him, and not bother to discover what beauty lied in wait inside, because of the lack thereof, without:: Let me get rid of them.. ::she pleaded::

Jacen Silvermoon: ::Blinking, he looked down to his chest, to the reminders of his mortality that lay there and sighed softly. Hesitating a moment, he looked back up to her and nodded. He dropped to one knee, directly before her in the pew and posed tall and rigid, his muscular chest and stomach laying exposed and open to her. The scars criss-crossing all over his chest, arms, back and face::

DarkViciousVamp: ::She unclasped the chains and slipped off each ring one by one, lying the identical set of them side by side on the bench next to her, and began to softly chant a mortal healing spell in French. The verse was none too long, none too short, and as it went on, her hands began to gently pulse with a soothing, white healing glow. This particular spell worked simply enough, the caster had merely to pass the healing energies to the afflicted through the contact of skin. The incantation complete, she fell to silence, and settled on first removing the scars from his back. She faded into shadow before his eyes and stepped out of another directly behind him, caressing tender hands slowly over each and every curve and line of the disfigured flesh, taking careful care to erase even the tiniest scar, which would be invisible to mortal eyes. She smiled faintly, pleased with her work thus far, his back perfect once more. Next she rubbed lightly over his arms, each in it's own turn, moving to the respective side of course. A very soft sound of fissure was generated as well as a slight calming heat from the healing spell, and soon enough every trace of a scar had been erased from his arms as well. Halfway through, she flicked a wayward strand of sable behind an ear, and moved in front of him to heal his muscled chest. With a bit more firmness she stroked alternately up and down the scars, until they had all melted away leaving soft perfect flesh, and disappeared. Pausing there, she traipsed a finger down his cheek, leaving a trail of sparks, and that same soothing heat, and then pressed her slightly cool lips to each scar that marred his face, banishing them all away. She finished and her hands ceased to glow slowly, and she sat back down without a word, a hint of a smile gracing her face, those twin tips of sharp white fangs peeking out from between her lucious lips::

Jacen Silvermoon: ::Looking straight ahead as she worked over his back and arms, he stood rigid and unflinching through it all. His emotionless gaze forward. As she moved to kneel before him, his gaze locked onto her and he could nothing to resist smiling to her and mouthing, "I love you." His eyes losing himself completely in her beauty as she worked over his chest and face, he closed his eyes as the kiss came. Opening them once more when it was all said and done, he looked down at his chest in silent unemotion. Holding his arms out before him, he looked to them, turning them over and looking at the undersides as well. A small smile came to his face, outwardly at least, he was himself once more. Looking to her he smiled broader:: Impressive..

DarkViciousVamp: ::She shrugged nonchalantly, and smirked ruefully at him:: I am a creature of a great many talents. That is going cost you.. and when I figure out what I will let you know. ::She settled herself gracefully back onto the pew, crossing one long toned powerful leg over the other, and then, as if she had only just remembered something, she puzzled, looked about for a long moment, and furrowed her elegant pallid brow in an expression of worry:: Oh dear..

Jacen Silvermoon: ::He grinned at her comment, fully interested in what she would decide would be the cost for such a thing. He quirked one brow as she began fretting. Still kneeling, he reached out and placed a hand on her leg, squeezing it gently, his eyes locked to her face:: What is it?

DarkViciousVamp: I fear I have lost him again ::She bit at her lower lip, the fangs literally sinking into it, two thin tiny riverlets of crimson vitae trickling their way down her chin. She lapped the blood up distractedly and stood, taking his hand and squeezing it perhaps to seek a bit of comfort. Her worried eyes scanned the place more thoroughly, and she held herself back from cursing, which she thought to be all too unattractive, in more ways than one::

Jacen Silvermoon: :Eyes narroing dangerously thin at her words, he rose to stand next to her, his gaze scanning the room as well. Squeezing her hand a bit harder, he silently cursed himself for leaving his sword back at his estate. No matter, he thought, I will merely rip him to shreds with my own hands. Forcing himself to not display any of his sudden jealousy, he sked in an innocent, curious voice:: Him?

DarkViciousVamp: The only Nightshade anyone can catch a glimpse of lately.. Damian, little necro bundle of terror as I am sure his parents refer to him.. Technically I think I baby snatched him.. but the Manor was abandoned for all I could see, and I couldn't very well leave the little thing crying on the floor... I don't know what's happened but there was blood everywhere, and I am 99% certain it was Tiph's.. ::She shuddered and pushed the troubling thoughts away, focusing on her immediate problem instead, and cooing softly to try and coax her "nephew" out of hiding..::

Jacen Silvermoon: ::His instantly widened as she spoke, fearing for Tiph.:: Tiph's? Are you sure?? Nich, what if something has happened...? Perhaps I should go over there sometime and see if all is well..::He laughed slightly as his foolishness in thinking of "him" as being anyone he needed to be concerned of stealing his Nich away, but he could not help it at the moment. Again himself, he too began his search for little Damian.:: Maybe I should go over there now?

DarkViciousVamp: I know of no one else who has Mako tainted, shining sapphire blood, my love.. ::Her voice was somewhat low, and deathly serious.:: And I'm not sure going over there will do anyone any good... I could see no one, save for Damian, who was blubbering pitifully and whining "Tiphy" on the floor beneath the piano in the entry. What are we to do, if something has happened? I don't think we can be of much help at all.. other than to keep an eye on Damian until either Tiph or Dar shows up..

Jacen Silvermoon: I could search the whole house though. Surely you did not look fully. Nich, if something happened to her, she could be in danger..we should find out!

DarkViciousVamp: I looked for an hour, and you would not believe the twists and turns of that mansion.. I scanned it, to check for any other signs of life, but there was nothing even remotely humanoid.. besides Damian of course.. all I could pick up were some dust mites.. There was a blood trail.. ::she choked a bit:: hers, that led to their bedroom, and the strangest black- ::She paused, and chose the only word that could adequately describe it:: thing, on the floor, but by then I wanted nothing more than to be out of there... I don't know what it was, but Damian is the problem now.. ::Her voice was almost anguished:: Where did he go..

Jacen Silvermoon: ::He swallowed and nodded slowly, forcing himself to accept it for what it was. The search for Tiph would just have to wait for another time. He let it go and moved onto attempting to find the little baby that so mischievously scampered off.::

DarkViciousVamp: ::She stooped to glance under the parallel rows of richly wooded and upholstered pews, to find no sign of the wandering little one, and sighed. She next cast critical eyes up to the rafters, searching over every inch, and still with no traces of him to be found. She scowled, and decided not to bother with doing things the slow outdated way anymore. She slipped her eyes closed, and fell into a state of light meditation, sensing for the adorably fanged infant. Usually she despised children, and thought them nothing more than pests... having thought before, in years past, that there were good for nothing other than a sweet though small meal... This one, however, she cared for, and her eyes snapped open after a few moments; she had found him. She walked in silence the 20 or so feet to the head of the cathedral, and eased back the lid of her coffin slowly, the top of which had been left open, as usual. The inside of it was lined in lush burgundy velvet and silk, and at the very foot, there lied Damian, curled up into a chubby ball of sleeping baby, a cute whistly snore slipping from his button nose. She scooped him up gently, but he woke anyway, and peered at her with wide, honest, and curiously glowing aquamarine twins::Naughty thing.. ::She chided:: Why do you hide from Nich?

Jacen Silvermoon: ::Smiling as he watched the scene unfold, he could not help but envision Nich with a child of her own and how much of a good mother she could make, and was making at the moment. Jacen Silvermoon: He walked to join her beside her coffin, and wrapping an arm about her waist, he leaned over her to peer at the newest addition to the Nightshade family. He held one finger out before the child and smiled as two tiny hands reached up to grasp his lone finger. Turning to face Nich, he was about to mention how sweet this little baby was as Damian promptly took his newfound possession and popped it into his mouth. Two small pricks could be felt on the tip of his finger as the baby bit in. Eyes wide with shock, his head snapped back onto the deceivingly cute baby:: Hey! Um...ow.....ow....::he looked to her once more:: Nich......OW..::back to the baby::....OOOWWWW.

DarkViciousVamp: ::She laughed, though while trying to keep it in check, she actually sniggered, and her eyes went wide for a moment. But the hilarity of the moment was too much to stay appalled at her less than refined noise just then, and she gently removed the finger from Damian's little mouth, tapping his nose softly as soon as her hand was free:: This is my bloodbank, not yours.. nobody gets to bite him but me. Got it? ::She mockingly scolded him, though she was smiling, and she placed a light kiss on his little forehead, then smoothed the infinitely fine baby hair as Damian gurgled and cooed happily::