The Hellions - Death of A Queen

[Juliette De Lacroix]

Archer: I'm sure they are...a convenient absence..but a smart one I guess. Who knows how many more bodies will pile up in the next few weeks.

"At least four, certainly."

Juliette replied and allowed a sinister, fanged smile. Talk turned to that of the Red Queen's hooves, and Juliette gave a short, melodic laugh. She didn't much care for the Red Queen, and the feeling was a mutual distrust.

Archer weighed in on the Black Princess, and of course vouched for her. It was only natural that the members of the Black Court would stick together during this time of upheaval.

Archer: But back to your statement, Juliette. I'm willing to be there is money on ALL of our heads. Sure it could have been a random act of violence...but let's face it, a member of the court 'offing one of it's own is far more poetic. Nobody is safe in the coming days, comrades...Not even those who still have their Kings and Queens to protect them.

"I suspect it is dze Kings and Queens dzat need protecting."

Ravena: Indeed...speaking of Kings and Queens...Juliette, I would like for it to be officially known that I am...disappointed in the absence of the White King and Queen from this gathering. The Club's resources would enable them to spend these few hours with us and pay proper respects to the Black Court and return to...whatever they were doing. I will speak of it - or them - no further this night. But Evelyn was worth their time to pay PROPER respects.

"Your 'disappointment' is known then, Mon Seigneur. I must attest, dzey believe dzeir dedication to avenging 'er demise is a sufficient expression of respect. A shame is it not 'proper' in your eyes."

Half truths and deception by omission. The absence of her King and Queen had many more reasons than just that, but Juliette knew the value of information..... and even if she didn't, she DID know that it was wise to defend her own court members in their absence. The Black Court wasn't the ONLY one who needed to show its strength. Archer was correct in his observation that they were ALL at risk..... and Juliette didn't want any vultures circling HER court when the time was so perfect for her own plans.

Bretta: You look SMASHING tonight, Bri. (After an awkward pause) As do you, Juliette.

"Merci, Princess. You look quite...... sensational..... yourself."

You mouth-watering little minx.

Brienne: Hunter and prey at the same table? How deliciously fun. Well if you attack her Juliette, at least all eyes won't be on me anymore.

"One more reason I should, dzen!"

She replied with a sharp smile. She tossed a glance back at Bretta, who was not enjoying the joke as much as they were.

Brienne: I'm kidding. God, you act like we're at a WAKE or something.

"Yes, it's all in jest, Princess. You know I vouldn't take you in front of all dzese people. I vould need to get you alone first. 'ave some more champagne."

She added, with no indication on whether or not she was still joking. She turned to Brienne without missing a beat.

"But you KNOW, ve ARE at a vake.... in fact, I vas just trying to get dzem to tell me dze odds dzat YOU are dze keeler. Apparently nobody found dzat funny ei-dzer. Dzey 'ave all abandoned dzeir sense of 'umor today."

 

[Silver]

Hellfire Estate - Great Hall

:: As always Brienne pretended to be modest…and then had fun at Bretta’s expense. ::

"Hunter and prey at the same table? How deliciously fun. Well if you attack her Juliette, at least all eyes won't be on me anymore."

As Chandler on Friends would say, “haha, not so much”.

:: Bretta rolled her eyes. Then Juliette got in on the act. ::

"One more reason I should, dzen!"

:: Bretta rolled her eyes again. ::

"I'm kidding. God, you act like we're at a WAKE or something."

"Yes, it's all in jest, Princess. You know I vouldn't take you in front of all dzese people. I vould need to get you alone first. 'ave some more champagne."

“Haha. You two are hilarious. Seriously. You should take it out on the road.”

:: Bretta moved her hair to one side, exposing her long neck and creamy white skin. She trailed a fingernail down it seductively, never taking her eyes off the vampire. ::

“It certainly wouldn’t be the FIRST time somebody had ‘taken me’ in front of crowds of people. As many of the men here can attest to, present company excluded…”

:: She glanced at both Archer and Lord Ravena before gazing at Juliette again. ::

“I taste MARVELLOUS…”

:: Was she trying to get a rise out of the men at the table as well or just the vampire? Nobody would know for sure. Her ‘liasons’ with the male members at the Hellfire Club was common knowledge…as far as the male population was concerned. She was discreet, but it wasn’t as if she hid her sexual appetite from anybody. ::

 

[Lord Ravena]

:: Bretta moved her hair to one side, exposing her long neck and creamy white skin. She trailed a fingernail down it seductively, never taking her eyes off the vampire. ::

“It certainly wouldn’t be the FIRST time somebody had ‘taken me’ in front of crowds of people. As many of the men here can attest to, present company excluded…”

:: She glanced at both Archer and Lord Ravena before gazing at Juliette again. ::

“I taste MARVELLOUS…”

I can imagine that you do, my dear. However, that is not the primary source I would look to tap.

Lord Ravena had moved impossibly fast and was already seated beside Bretta, tracing a circle very VERY high upon the Princess' thigh. His touch was soft, feathery even as the pressure from his finger emoted strength and control. He continued to do so even as he looked into her eyes intently. Suddenly he smiled widely, withdrawing his hand.

But that is a discussion for another time, my scarlet tease. As for now, we have a program to put forward for the sheep.

He was now looking at the rest of them. His eyes finally rested on Archer.

Have you prepared remarks for this occasion? At least one person will likely be asked to remark on Evelyn's behalf.

 

[Silver]

Hellfire Estate - Great Hall

I can imagine that you do, my dear. However, that is not the primary source I would look to tap.

:: Bretta jumped a bit as he was next to her in a SPLIT SECOND. Her body involuntarily shuddered as Lord Ravena started tracing a circle on a spot on her THIGH that was extremely sensitive to touch. Her heartbeat quickened a bit and Bretta could only look into Lord Ravena’s eyes. It was if she had no choice. Without warning he grinned and took his hand away. ::

But that is a discussion for another time, my scarlet tease. As for now, we have a program to put forward for the sheep.

:: Bretta GULPED down the rest of her champagne even as Lord Ravena addressed Archer regarding who was going to speak about Evelyn. She brushed back her hair and coughed a bit. She was still a bit shaken by what had transpired. ::

What the hell was THAT?

 

[Avalanche]

The Hellfire Estate - The Great Hall

Archer watched as members of The Inner Circle went back and forthe. It was brilliant really. All of these people around him were at once asserting their own authority within the circle as well as surprisingly defending their own courts. The games had begun. Nobody was giving more than they needed to in conversation.

He watched as Lord Ravena expressed his disapproval at The White Queen and King not being in attendance of the wake.

Indeed...speaking of Kings and Queens...Juliette, I would like for it to be officially known that I am...disappointed in the absence of the White King and Queen from this gathering. The Club's resources would enable them to spend these few hours with us and pay proper respects to the Black Court and return to...whatever they were doing. I will speak of it - or them - no further this night. But Evelyn was worth their time to pay PROPER respects.

That much Archer agreed with. They may have been looking for Evelyn's killer...but Archer knew as much as everyone else did that The White Queen and King were scared for their lives and that Rebecca, upon knowing of their discomfort, took this opportunity to "host" the event and give them their "space" allowing herself to appear to be the ONLY Queen truly concerned about the well being of The Court and therefore secure her safety on the court and perhaps not be the next person on the killer's list.

"Your 'disappointment' is known then, Mon Seigneur. I must attest, dzey believe dzeir dedication to avenging 'er demise is a sufficient expression of respect. A shame is it not 'proper' in your eyes."

Half truths and deception by omission. The absence of her King and Queen had many more reasons than just that, but Juliette knew the value of information..... and even if she didn't, she DID know that it was wise to defend her own court members in their absence. The Black Court wasn't the ONLY one who needed to show its strength. Archer was correct in his observation that they were ALL at risk..... and Juliette didn't want any vultures circling HER court when the time was so perfect for her own plans.

"Touche."

Archer thought to himself. Juliette was certainly saying all the right things, but her eyes betrayed that she did in fact, have plans of her own, and that perhaps keeping the White Queen and King at a distance would benefit her in the days to come. Hell, she might even have them both captured and tortured at this very moment. Thankfully, the conversation shifted as Brienne made her way over to the others.

As she made her way over, he couldn't help but overhear the curious interactions between the good Lord and Bretta. Either she was really into the man, or she was merely attempting to garner a small bit of favor with him, as he was an advisor to MANY on The Court and held a prestige that members respected. A curious way to play the game, but if it worked for her...it worked. This was a part of Archer that not many people observed or really gave him credit for. As gruff and broody as he came off, he paid attention, and was quick on his feet. He had to be..it was the way his "father" had taught him to be.

Brienne said her hellos and soon began to ruffle feathers in a way that only she, a young and decidedly morbid girl could.

"Please, i've been the subject of gossip all my life."

Taking a sip of the champagne cocktail, she looked up at Lord Ravena and gave him a small smirk.

"If I can't handle these people, I might as well join Evelyn dear in her crypt."

Seeing the other's pause a moment, Brienne lifted a single brow.

"Too soon?"

She had hardly noticed the fat woman staring at her until she began screaming with blood pouring down her face. As she ran out of the room, Brienne raised her champagne flute and toasted her flee, giving Lord Ravena a wicked smile.

"I do love your style."

Archer laughed.

"See...this is why I love this girl. She's a bloody trip!"

Turning her attention to Bretta, she gave her a coy smile knowing very well how great she looked. Modesty wasn't Brienne's strong suit. But she did notice how Bretta respectfully regarded Juliette as well. Shifting her icy eyes over to the vampire, Brienne couldn't help but smirk.

"Hunter and prey at the same table? How deliciously fun. Well if you attack her Juliette, at least all eyes won't be on me anymore."

Brienne joked darkly, although Bretta seemed less than amused.

"I'm kidding. God, you act like we're at a WAKE or something."

Archer choked down some more champagne as he laughed.

"I'm glad somebody else can see that this is merely nothing more than The Red Queen lobbying for Miss Congeniality. Let's just pray to god, she skips the bikini competition..."

"One more reason I should, dzen!"

She replied with a sharp smile. She tossed a glance back at Bretta, who was not enjoying the joke as much as they were.

"Yes, it's all in jest, Princess. You know I vouldn't take you in front of all dzese people. I vould need to get you alone first. 'ave some more champagne."

She added, with no indication on whether or not she was still joking. She turned to Brienne without missing a beat.

"But you KNOW, ve ARE at a vake.... in fact, I vas just trying to get dzem to tell me dze odds dzat YOU are dze keeler. Apparently nobody found dzat funny ei-dzer. Dzey 'ave all abandoned dzeir sense of 'umor today."

It seemed that Bretta was a little bit on the outs when compared to Juliette and Brienne. The two women seemed to have a solid understanding of one another on a level that was dark yet humorous.

“Haha. You two are hilarious. Seriously. You should take it out on the road.”

:: Bretta moved her hair to one side, exposing her long neck and creamy white skin. She trailed a fingernail down it seductively, never taking her eyes off the vampire. ::

“It certainly wouldn’t be the FIRST time somebody had ‘taken me’ in front of crowds of people. As many of the men here can attest to, present company excluded…”

:: She glanced at both Archer and Lord Ravena before gazing at Juliette again. ::

“I taste MARVELOUS…”

:: Was she trying to get a rise out of the men at the table as well or just the vampire? Nobody would know for sure. Her ‘liasons’ with the male members at the Hellfire Club was common knowledge…as far as the male population was concerned. She was discreet, but it wasn’t as if she hid her sexual appetite from anybody. ::

"I can imagine that you do, my dear. However, that is not the primary source I would look to tap."

Lord Ravena had moved impossibly fast and was already seated beside Bretta, tracing a circle very VERY high upon the Princess' thigh. His touch was soft, feathery even as the pressure from his finger emoted strength and control. He continued to do so even as he looked into her eyes intently. Suddenly he smiled widely, withdrawing his hand.

"But that is a discussion for another time, my scarlet tease. As for now, we have a program to put forward for the sheep."

"Well aren't we just a gaggle of oversexed, spoiled boarding school lads?! CHEERS!"

As Archer finished his champagne, which was yet again promptly replaced by the wait staff, Lord Ravena turned his attention to The Black Rook.

He was now looking at the rest of them. His eyes finally rested on Archer.

"Have you prepared remarks for this occasion? At least one person will likely be asked to remark on Evelyn's behalf."

Archer thought for a moment.

"Well...I don't have anything formally written down, but yeah...I guess if the floor opens long enough I will have something to say. People are expecting it from somebody in The Black Court and well...I think we probably shouldn't unleash Brienne on them...just yet! Nobody has heard from The Black Knight in years, and the others...well, they'd be grossly underprepared to represent us.."

He shot a look at Bretta.

"That is...If your Queen has applied enough lacquer to her face..."

 

[Duke]

Hellfire Estate - Great Hall

Alastair William Thatcher ran down the staircase, taking care to tuck his shirt back into his pants. He was running late but he was hoping the old cow, Rebecca Everhart, wasn’t there yet to notice. She had texted him asking – more like DEMANDING – him to help Bretta with the prep work. As always, he ignored them all.

Just what I need, a strict talking to in front of a crowd of people.

He winked at the wait staff at the side and nodded to the announcer. He slicked back his hair and awaited introduction.

Announcer: “Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing Alastair William Thatcher, Duke of Nottingham, the Court’s Red Rook.”

Polite clapping was heard, but hardly anybody stood up. Alastair smirked.

“What? No fanfare? Oh, come on, people, it’s me!”

He burst into laughter and wobbled as he lost his footing for a bit before regaining it back. He blew kisses at an elderly couple who were frowing in disapproval at his entrance before spotting his group sitting at a nearby table. Juliette de la Croix was looking at Bretta O’Malley like she was a slab of juicy steak while Bretta, Archer Fairchild, and Brienne Shaw were making conversation. He wouldn’t necessarily call them ‘friends’ but he did hang around them a lot. In fact, he was pretty sure that if it ever came down to it, he’d kill them all without batting an eye, and vice versa, but for now they were his allies. His dark brown eyes fell on Bretta’s long dark hair and bare shoulders and he smiled fondly. He and Bretta got along well while serving on The Red Court - in more ways than one :wigglingeyebrows: - and he was more loyal towards HER than the old biddy who called herself Queen.

Well, well. What a motley crew we are.

He had finally made it to The Black Queen’s wake and it looked as if his Queen was still held up somewhere so he was quite happy to discover his head WOULDN’T be on a silver platter after all. Not that he was worried. He had certain “talents” he knew he could use with Rebecca that was always a crowd pleaser. He smiled heartily as he swiped a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and downed it in two gulps before throwing the empty flute at another one.

“Keep ‘em coming.”

When he was close enough, he thought about making a comment about how happy he was that The Black Queen Bitch was dead as he tried many times – and failed! Him! Alastair William Thatcher! – to worm his way into her bed but he noticed Lord Ravena, a known consort to dear Evelyn, at the last second. Though Alastair was a different sort of lad, even HE knew not to test the mysterious Lord Ravena.

Though how she preferred him to ME is the biggest mystery of all!

He walked closer and heard Archer speak to Bretta.

"That is...If your Queen has applied enough lacquer to her face..."

“NO amount of lacquer would help with THAT. Well, hello, loveys!”

He was more than a little drunk and higher than a kite at that. He lightly punched Archer’s shoulder with a fist.

“Archer, my good man, how are things?”

He nodded politely at Lord Ravena. He couldn’t help but notice how CLOSE he was to Bretta and made a note to poke fun at her later on…if she weren’t busy SHAGGING the good lord by then. :hehe:

“Lord.”

He moved to Bretta and stood behind her, placing his hands on her bare shoulders, moving them downwards until they were on her breasts before Bretta immediately pushed them away. He chuckled as he placed them back on her shoulders, subtly stroking her skin in a gentle manner.

“I know I was supposed to help you today with the wake preparations, love, but…something came up that couldn’t be ignored.”

He kissed Bretta on the top of her head and smirked at the others.

“I was showing – and training – the new manservant here at this fine establishment the art of ‘bowing’ before me and it took ALL afternoon…”

He usually employed the staff - men and women - at the Hellfire Estate to ‘bow’ before him on a regular basis and he made no apologies for it. He chuckled as Bretta turned and glared at him.

Bretta: “Charming.”

He stared into her eyes deeply and spoke in a low tone, yet everybody at the table could hear it.

“Oh, you DO find me charming. It’s why we’ve found ourselves in each other’s beds more than any others…”

He winked as Bretta flushed slightly and then addressed the table.

“A perk of being The Red Rook, you know.”

He kissed The Red Princess on the lips sassily and reluctantly let go of her to make a beeline for Juliette, taking both of her hands in his.

“Comment est ma princesse de vampire préféré?”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and licked his lips before hugging her CLOSELY, intentionally exposing his neck in the process.

“You KNOW I’m here if you ever need some WARMING up…”

He winked at her before turning his attentions to the most intriguing person of his group, Brienne Shaw. Like the others, he knew that she was a witch and he was fascinated by her. He enfolded her in a big hug, his hands moving immediately to her butt.

“Brienne, love! I’m deeply saddened by the death of Evelyn. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on or something…more ADULT, I’m your man.”

He made a point to ‘goose’ her after he spoke as a punctuation.

It’s a LOT of fun to be me…

 

[Hex]

Juliette: "One more reason I should, dzen!"

Brienne laughed as Juliette went along with her joke.

Juliette: "Yes, it's all in jest, Princess. You know I vouldn't take you in front of all dzese people. I vould need to get you alone first. 'ave some more champagne."

"Oooh, sounds fancy."

Brienne teased with a grin. She and Juliette were VERY different people who had very different upbringings, but oddly enough they were very much alike when it came to their dark humor.

Juliette: "But you KNOW, ve ARE at a vake.... in fact, I vas just trying to get dzem to tell me dze odds dzat YOU are dze keeler."

With a fake gasp in, Brienne placed her hand on her chest in 'shock' at Juliette's statement. Finally, Brienne grinned and rolled her eyes.

"Honey, if I killed Evelyn, you'd know it."

The blonde's reputation for her methods of killing were....legendary really. Not for the faint of heart.

Juliette: Apparently nobody found dzat funny ei-dzer. Dzey 'ave all abandoned dzeir sense of 'umor today."

"Apparently. I guess funerals have that effect on people. Such a shame."

Bretta: “Haha. You two are hilarious. Seriously. You should take it out on the road.”

"Road trips? Ew...pass. Though I am flattered you find us both so entertaining."

She quipped back, giving Bretta a toast with her champagne. But the red princess decided to have a little fun on her own, teasing Juliette by exposing her neck and saying how amazing she tasted. Raising a single brow, Lord Ravena took the bait and slid by Bretta's side.

"Well, well. The red court's repuation stands strong."

Words that were not only cutting but in reality true. The red court was notorious for being vain sluts; both on European and American soil.

Lord Ravena: Have you prepared remarks for this occasion? At least one person will likely be asked to remark on Evelyn's behalf.

The subject was changed back to Evelyn and the fact that they were at a wake. So depressing.

Archer: Well...I don't have anything formally written down, but yeah...I guess if the floor opens long enough I will have something to say. People are expecting it from somebody in The Black Court and well...I think we probably shouldn't unleash Brienne on them...just yet!

Brienne pouted.

"Boo, you're no fun."

Archer: Nobody has heard from The Black Knight in years--

Thank god for small favors. The black knight was fucking strange...and that was coming from BRIENNE. Needless to say they did not get along.

Archer: --and the others...well, they'd be grossly underprepared to represent us..That is...If your Queen has applied enough lacquer to her face...

[with a laugh] "I'll make sure not to light my cigarette around her."

Alistar: NO amount of lacquer would help with THAT. Well, hello, loveys!

"Why Alistar, I'm surprised you could pry your lips off Rebecca's ass long enough to come down and join us."

Brienne didn't much care for Alistar. Like much of the Hellfire Club, he believed his shit didn't stink...except he took it to a whole new level. His inflated ego arrived 20 minutes before he did. He said hello to everyone, then turned to Brienne, giving her his condolences and offering his dick as a means of comfort. Narrowing her eyes, Brienne gave him a fake smile.

"Not much comforting from what i've heard, darling. But thanks for the offer."

 

[Juliette De Lacroix]

Bretta: Haha. You two are hilarious. Seriously. You should take it out on the road.

Brienne shot down the road trip idea, but Juliette dropped out of the conversation, as she was transfixed by the faerie once more.

Beretta: It certainly wouldn’t be the FIRST time somebody had ‘taken me’ in front of crowds of people. As many of the men here can attest to, present company excluded…I taste MARVELLOUS…

The girl was just playing with fire now. It was a good thing she was only HALF faerie.... because a pure blooded faerie teasing vampires that way would become dinner quickly.

Lord R: I can imagine that you do, my dear. However, that is not the primary source I would look to tap.

Juliette leaned back and smiled, thinking fondly of Bretta's femoral artery and just how marvelous it would be to find and feed on. She got lost in the fantasy for a moment, then Archer spoke and brought her back to reality.

Archer: Well aren't we just a gaggle of oversexed, spoiled boarding school lads?! CHEERS!

Lord Ravena: Have you prepared remarks for this occasion? At least one person will likely be asked to remark on Evelyn's behalf.

Archer: Well...I don't have anything formally written down, but yeah...I guess if the floor opens long enough I will have something to say. People are expecting it from somebody in The Black Court and well...I think we probably shouldn't unleash Brienne on them...just yet! Nobody has heard from The Black Knight in years, and the others...well, they'd be grossly underprepared to represent us..

"Oh RIGHT......Dze Black Knight..... I vonder vhat she 'as been up to..... She vas alvays delightfully dark and deranged. I 'ave missed 'er macabre sense of mayhem."

The Red Rook arrived, and had clearly already started to party.

Alastair: Comment est ma princesse de vampire préféré?

"Enchanté et amusé de vous, comme toujours, Duke."

Duke: You KNOW I’m here if you ever need some WARMING up…

If people kept showing Juliette their weaknesses, she was bound to bite one of these days..... but this time she just gave Alastair a little love bite, kissing his neck and then starting to suck, drawing his blood to the surface without breaking the skin. It would be quite pleasurable for him, with a slight hint of pain.

"For NOW, I should like to keep YOU hot and bo-dzered....."

 

[Crimson]

The Queen Arrives...

"Pull the curtains back, It's time to give the people what they've been waiting for."

With a nod from The Red Queen, several servants pulled up on the sweeping black curtains that were blocking the entrance to The Great Hall. Rebecca exhaled deeply as she checked her reflection in a grandfather clock that resided to her left. Satisfied by what she saw, she took a moment to "get into character" and as the curtains went up, Rebecca's face personified that of a woman who was trying to remain strong during the loss of a friend. The Hostess of the evening.

Announcer: "Ladies and Gentleman, Her Highness, The Red Queen of The Hellfire Court!"

The music shifted from slightly somber to somber with a pinch of optimism as Rebecca made her way through the crowd, the train on her red dress allowing her the illusion that she was indeed gliding on air as she walked.

"Your condolences are appreciated, during this dark time..."

[she nodded as another passerby grabbed her hand]

"Oh thank you my child. She was truly irreplacable. The Court is saddened that it must attempt to find somebody suitable to rule The Black Court."

Canned statements and sentiments as her eyes began to wonder without anyone being the wiser when she spotted several members of The Court gathered in the back corner. She gave a dissatisfied sigh as she began to move her way through the many members of The Hellfire Club offering their condolences and essentially kissing the ring of the only Queen in attendance. Soon, she was upon the group, walking up slowly behind them.

Hex: "Why Alistar, I'm surprised you could pry your lips off Rebecca's ass long enough to come down and join us."

If people kept showing Juliette their weaknesses, she was bound to bite one of these days..... but this time she just gave Alastair a little love bite, kissing his neck and then starting to suck, drawing his blood to the surface without breaking the skin. It would be quite pleasurable for him, with a slight hint of pain.

"For NOW, I should like to keep YOU hot and bo-dzered....."

She interjected, her sultry soprano voice sending chills up the spines of those around her as she cocked a curious yet rehearsed eyebrow.

"It appears that the location of Alistair's lips are the least of our concerns. Juliette darling, if you're hungry, there are plenty of options available tonight for vampires...Options that would negate the need for you to be nibbling on the neck of my Red Rook in the middle of a night of remembrance. I'll ask you kindly to refer to your days as a noble if you have any further questions as to how one should act in a situation like this..."

[she cast her icy stare at Alistair]

"And Alec..as much of a dissappointment as it might be, tonight...is a working night for The Red Court, and considering that our Princess took on much of the brunt work today, you have inadvertantly signed yourself for the night shift...and there is much to oversee in the kitchen..or so I'm told..."

Rebecca grabbed a glass of champagne as one of the waiters made his way past her. She took a long and delicious sip as she cast a glance over to Bretta, who was sitting next to Lord Ravena.

"I must thank you again for your hard work today, Bretta. It has not gone unnoticed. Everything is up to the standard we have come known for holding. You are free to enjoy the night."

She walked over to Lord Ravena and extended her hand.

"The honorable Lord...I must say I am relieved to see you here in attendance. With the other Queens and Kings...unavailable at the moment, I was starting to get a little nervous. There will be many that shall seek your advice in the following days... We are blessed to have you with us..."

Giving him a small bow, she made her way over to Archer and Brienne.

"The surviving members of The Black Court...Archer, do your court a favor and try and cut back on the recreational drug usage..there are MANY eyes on you...and Brienne Shaw..a vision of haunting beauty as always...."

She set her glass of champagne down on the table.

"If there are eyes on Archer, there CERTAINLY are enough eyes on YOU, aren't there...but then again, when hasn't there been? My many condolences for the downright slanderous gossip you must be suffering...To think that people BELIEVE..."

[looking off into the air for a moment]

"...that a PRINCESS would kill her own Queen?! Well there really is no bigger act of betrayal for us Queens, is there? To put the time...the FAITH into someone...to GROOM them for grateness only to be murdered at the hands of our supposed predecessors?! Well, I shudder to think of it any longer!"

A deliberate statement to cause tension within the group. Grabbing her glass of champagne once more she moved over the table until she was behind Juliette.

"And...we're back to Juliette. The White Princess...The Red Court would like to officially show our support in your Queen's efforts to find Evelyn's killer. The sooner this is all dealt with, the better!"

Rebecca took a final swig of her champagne, leaving the glass on the table as she spun around.

"But for now...we've got mouths to feed. If you'll excuse me!"

Flowing down the aisle she made her way to the large stage in the far back of The Great Hall. Rebecca walked up to the stage and positioned herself behind the microphone. The music quickly cut.

"Ladies & Gentlemen! Thanks to each and every one of you for coming to celebrate the life of our fallen Black Queen, Miss Evelyn Shaw. For a woman so...beautiful and full of LIFE, I hope tonight we can give her a send off that will carry her into the next life with a smile. I've hoped you've all gotten the chance to say hello to some old friends and possibly make new friends as we move on to the next part of our evening, a sit down dinner in The Banquet Hall where all those who feel moved to, can pay their respects with the gift of words. Once again, The Court thanks all of those in attendance...The wait staff will help lead the way and find you to your seat. Good Evening!"

She cast a look at the many people in attendance making their way towards The Banquet Hall, satisfied with how the evening was looking. Rebecca paid careful attention to the body language and relationships of the members of The Court as they made their own way towards the dinner. She had given Bretta the night off from janitorial duties for the night, but she DID have an assignment, to gather information for Rebecca...as for Alec..well...he would play his purpose when the time came. Rebecca had been around the block more than a few times and she could tell that there were SEVERAL people in that circle who were UP to something or WOULD be up to something in the next few days. But for now, Rebecca made her way through private passage to the Banquet Hall, smiling and nodding as she went. The evening was going according to plan...

 

[Seer]

Dinner...and Despair

<< As the many members of The Hellfire Club began to make their way to The Banquet Hall, it was clear that some relationships amongst Court Members were stronger than others. Rebecca seemed to be maintaining control of her court and The Black Court, although without a Queen seemed to be getting along with each other. Juliette had managed to be the only representative of The White Court in attendance, a situation that would give the vampire a remarkable amount of clout. >>

<< It was also clear that while everyone for the most part seemed to be getting along, if one looked close enough they would see the cracks beginning to form. Were Juliette's coquettish and witty remarks laced with a devious tone? Was Brienne's seeming lack of interest in almost everyone around her merely an act to keep people guessing about her involvement in The Black Queen's death? Was Bretta beginning to see that she might have more power OUTSIDE of The Red Court, or was she simply keeping good on her word to remain loyal to The Red Queen? Then there was Archer, who despite his somewhat bad boy reputation and general dislike of people, has managed to somewhat pit himself as the most neutral member amongst the other courts. Was he planning a coupe to take over the thrown? And what of The Red Rook, Alec? There was little known about his intentions outside of wanting to bed nearly every woman in sight. Finally, was Lord Ravena's appearance merely out of respect for a lover and friend, or was he perhaps planning to move his advisory capacity with The European Hellfire Club to new heights? >>

<< But let's not forget that this cast of characters are only a few pieces of The Court's Chessboard. What of the members of The Inner Circle we have yet to meet? Could our frontrunners run into problems from those they have yet to identify as threats? Only time will tell as the evening has shifted to Dinner Service. >>

<< Everyone began to sit at their respective tables up front. Three long rectangular tables side by side indicated that these seats were for members of the courts, with the Black Court's table on the right, The Red Court in the middle and The White Court to the left. Rebecca took a seat at the HEAD of the Red Table and everyone ELSE'S seat had been assigned for them. Bretta would find her spot right next to the Red Queen on the left, and Alec would find his seat across from Bretta. Over on the Black Court, Rebecca had placed BRIENNE at the Head of The Black Court's table, a move that might shock some, but a move that Rebecca had planned. To Brienne's RIGHT, Archer's place would be found and across from him..The Good Lord Ravena. At The White Court's table, Juliette would ALSO find her seat at the HEAD of The White Court. Another deliberate move. >>

<< As the groups found their tables, Rebecca stood once more and addressed the crowd. >>

Rebecca: "Tonight we honor Evelyn Pierce. As our staff begins to serve the first course, I would like for all to take a moment and reflect on the Legacy our Black Queen has left on The Hellfire Club. In a few moments, we will open the floor to The Court's as they regale us with their fondest memories of Evelyn..finally I will give my OWN personal account of the woman I was lucky enough to call comrade and friend...After dinner, The Hellfire Estate will REMAIN open to all those who seek to enjoy the amenities the castle has to offer...Once again, we thank you for your attendance. It has not gone unnoticed by The Court!"

<< People began to be served the first in a five course meal selected personally by Rebecca as the members began to entertain themselves. The question of WHO would speak came to mind as they knew The Hellfire Club was looking for members of EACH court to say a few words. There was a heavy spotlight on Archer, Brienne and Lord Ravena from The Black Court as well as Juliette, the only representative with enough clout on The White Court to speak for the court itself. >>

<< What they didn't know was the somebody would soon arrive at The Hellfire Club that would turn the evening on it's head and take it in a new direction entirely. And so we watch! >>

 

[Avalanche]

The Hellfire Estate - Banquet Hall

Archer remained silent as the Red Rook showed up and began his overtly aggressive display of male assertiveness, to which Archer could have really cared less. While Archer may have had a penchant for inappropriate conversations, for the most part he allowed the more masculine qualities he had speak for themselves. Alec however was one step away from unzipping his pants, flopping his member on the table and grabbing a ruler. If anything, it entertained The Black Rook.

Thankfully, Brienne and Juliette didn’t seem much impressed either. Archer saw Rebecca approach the table from where he was sitting but decided to let things play out as they needed to. Alec needed to be taken down a notch or two and Juliette seemed to be getting an invitation from everyone for a roll in the hay or a bite on the neck. He laughed quietly to himself as Rebecca chastised Alec in front of the group and commended Bretta on her work during the day. Rebecca was DEFINITELY pulling rank this evening and making sure that Bretta was in high spirits or at the very least, on her side. Archer couldn’t yet tell if Bretta was TRULY buying into it or if she merely nodded her head yes and cursed the woman later. So far this evening, she seemed genuine in her support of The Red Queen.

Rebecca made her way over to Lord Ravena and gave him her greatest show of respect; a bow, which was a true testament to the amount of sway he had with The Inner Circle. Finally, it was The Black Court’s turn to be looked once over.

Rebecca: The surviving members of The Black Court…

Archer swigged from his champagne, barely acknowledging her existence.

“Don’t sound too disappointed, Rebecca…”

As Rebecca leaned into Archer he took in her light floral fragrance. She may have been an absolute monster, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but she without a doubt, a beautiful monster in fabulous sheep’s clothing. Her beauty could not be denied.

Rebecca: Archer, do your court a favor and cut back on the recreational drug usage…there are MANY eyes on you.

Archer stared at the woman for a few moments with a mixture of intrigue and disgust. He stared down at his hand, admiring the ring that adorned his finger. Without hesitation, he popped the top of the ring off, revealing a small amount of white powder and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, before rubbing the residue off his nostril.

“We all have our ways of coping, my Queen. I prefer drugs, alcohol and women, you prefer throwing lavish parties. It appears we are at a standstill.”

He probably could have handled that interaction better, but Archer was not one for authority figures and he certainly wasn’t going to let a member of another court, even if she were The Queen, try and piss on his leg. Rebecca then moved over to Brienne before waxing dramatic about the horrors of a Princess killing her Queen.

”Well now she’s not even TRYING…lazy cow.”

She made her way back to Juliette, thanking her for her attendance tonight and for her court’s work in finding Evelyn’s killer. None of this really made sense to Archer. One court attempting to find the murderer of different court’s Queen? There was something behind this, but he couldn’t be sure if Rebecca had a hand in it… or Juliette…or both. Rebecca made her way to the podium and gave a nauseatingly prepared statement, transitioning the evening to The Banquet Hall for a Remembrance Dinner.

As everyone made their way from the Great Hall to The Banquet Hall, Archer walked next to Brienne and spoke to her without looking, appearing to be surveying the crowd around him. He spoke in an almost whisper.

”We’ve got a lot to go over…we need to meet tonight, after dinner. The maze…”
Archer then relayed a similar message to Lord Ravena as he passed by with the same nonchalant attitude as he had given Brienne.

”Your Lordship, Brienne and I request your counsel later on in the evening, after dinner. In the maze. We need to discuss the state of The Black Court.”

He continued to make his way to The Banquet Hall where he saw the beautiful and elegant, again over-decorated space. He noticed that the seating tonight would be assigned, and in order to stroke the Princesses of the Court’s egos, he placed Brienne and Juliette at the head of their court’s tables. This rubbed Archer a little bit the wrong way. If there was anyone ACTUALLY deserving to rule The Black Court, it would be him. He was well liked amongst the other courts, he had an incredible amount of resources doing the work that he did, and he as brutal as he was effective. He considered this a slap in the face, still he remained stone cold in the face of this adversity and everybody was soon sitting, nibbling on the first of five plates that would come before them. Archer had switched from champagne to a classic martini as The Red Queen once again addressed the crowd.

Rebecca: "Ladies & Gentlemen! Thanks to each and every one of you for coming to celebrate the life of our fallen Black Queen, Miss Evelyn Shaw. For a woman so...beautiful and full of LIFE, I hope tonight we can give her a send off that will carry her into the next life with a smile. I've hoped you've all gotten the chance to say hello to some old friends and possibly make new friends as we move on to the next part of our evening, a sit down dinner in The Banquet Hall where all those who feel moved to, can pay their respects with the gift of words. Once again, The Court thanks all of those in attendance...The wait staff will help lead the way and find you to your seat. Good Evening!"

Archer thought for a moment as he knew that eyes would be on The Black Court. As one of Evelyn’s most trusted appointments, Archer felt obligated to say something. However, emotions were something he had not allowed himself to feel in quite some time, since the murder of his adopted father and his brutal act of revenge. From that moment, he maintained a severe and cold presentation that matched the powers he was born with. There was another part of him that DID care for Evelyn, as best as he was able to at this point in his life and he felt that by saying nothing, he would be doing her a disservice. Deciding to not over think things, he stood from his chair and called attention to the crowd by dinging his fork on the bridge of his champagne glass. The crowd slowly settled.

“Thank you for your attention, and Rebecca Everhart, thank you for throwing together an event truly fit for a Queen..”

[thinking for a moment]

“Evelyn Pierce was a friend…and an enemy to many on the Court, and to not mention that last part would be sacrilege. She was a ferocious monster who ruled her court with an iron fist and a stiletto heel, and that was so brilliant about her. I met her years ago in a nightclub in London after spilling a drink on her dress. Instead of getting angry or stripping the dress off…she laughed…albeit, her laugh was always a bit terrifying I would learn later on…however, I became intrigued by a woman who was so beautiful and sure of herself that a wet spot on a probably very expensive dress was the least of her concerns..”

[taking a sip of his drink]

“Once Evelyn and I had taken a moment to size the other up, we agreed that our skills and lines of work could be very beneficial to each other..by extending me nomination to The Black Court, she expanded my business in ways that I could never imagine..and my resources and connections allowed her rewards of a different but lucrative nature. Her greatest trait was that she was a business woman, in every aspect, and that she truly cared about all in her court, so I guess, in HER honor…I will address the members of The Black Court….”

Archer took a stern glance at the people around him before continuing.

“We have and always will be a force to be reckoned with..We are the rainmakers of The Court, the ones who make noise, and the ones who get things done. Not to discredit the other courts, but simply a look at The Black Court’s history will show you that the members who live in infamy in this club, have BLACK blood in their veins. Our Black Queen has been responsible for MANY of those members, and I assure you…that no matter WHAT is to come in the following days, no matter WHO rises to power…and WHO falls..I will work to ensure that the Black Court remains what it always has been, a POWERFUL court ruled by a just and fair leader. We will move on from this stronger than ever, because we LEARNED from the BEST…and THAT…[looking around] is what Evelyn would want from us. To be strong and confident in the face of adversity, to look our enemies in the eye, knives at the ready! I thank you all for being here tonight and ask that you now raise your glass as a sign of RESPECT for our fallen queen. To Evelyn!

Crowd: To Evelyn!!!

The crowd clapped for Archer as he took his seat, reflective for a moment. He hadn’t realized until this very moment how much he might actually want to take over The Black Court…but seeing all these people applauding him, and hearing himself give an actually rousing speech, he began to wonder if his current life and status COULD in fact, be elevated by taking over. It was an eerie spot to be in, and he had truly never considered it before…but then again, that was because before…the court HAD a ruler. Now, it was open season and Archer wanted to ensure that nobody took The Black Court in a direction that would make trouble for him or anybody else that served him. He mindlessly drank his drink as he waited for the next to speak their mind.

 

[Juliette De Lacroix]

She licked her lips, and could still taste the salt of his skin and the poison he'd ingested to make himself as high as the sky.

Rebecca: It appears that the location of Alistair's lips are the least of our concerns. Juliette darling, if you're hungry, there are plenty of options available tonight for vampires...Options that would negate the need for you to be nibbling on the neck of my Red Rook in the middle of a night of remembrance. I'll ask you kindly to refer to your days as a noble if you have any further questions as to how one should act in a situation like this...

Actually, she might be surprised to know that the nobility of revolutionary France acted with about the same level of debauchery, though they were much more fancifully dressed. But a Princess didn't correct a Queen unless she wanted cruel and unusual punishment. So instead she merely smarmed.

"Vit gratitude and all due respect, your Highness, I 'ave my eyes on a different prize tonight....."

Was she referring to Bretta, or someone else? She gave no indication as she sat back down, smoothly draining her goblet and signaling Ravena's men for a refill. Her eyes were coming back from black now, looking dark brown. Her thirst was no where near sated, but she could wait for later.

Rebecca greeted everyone in turn, and Juliette watched in silent, discreet glances. Rebecca had something veiled to say to EVERYONE, and hit them all collectively with a heavy handed anvil of a tale about queens grooming princesses. It was a shot in the dark on Rebecca's part. She was paranoid, nothing more.

Rebecca: And...we're back to Juliette. The White Princess...The Red Court would like to officially show our support in your Queen's efforts to find Evelyn's killer. The sooner this is all dealt with, the better!

"Ve appreciate your support. Mark my vords, it vill all be dealt vit soon enough. Evelyn's murderer shall not go unpunished."

Rebecca gave the party direction, and so they followed. But there were lone wolves in Rebecca's flock of sheep.... and Juliette was going to form a pack.

They moved from the ballroom to a vast dining hall. Juliette trailed behind the members of the Black Court, about fifty feet behind. She saw Archer match Brienne's pace, then moved up to Lord Ravena. She focused her hearing. She always found secrets useful.

Archer: Your Lordship, Brienne and I request your counsel later on in the evening, after dinner. In the maze. We need to discuss the state of The Black Court.

In the maze, hmmm? Juliette found the maze in the gardens to be quite enjoyable. She often took midnight strolls through the maze. She'd take one tonight, before she went hunting.

Juliette took her place at the head of her table, as the highest ranking member of the White Court. She looked down the length of the table, at all the people clamoring to be apart of the inner circle. 'Pawns', as they were affectionately called by the Court members. She found she liked the view.

Rebecca gave an opening speech and the first course was served. Archer said his peace, and it was well delivered. Juliette could tell he would make a great leader for the Black court..... but he would never be considered for Queen. Brienne was a shoe-in for ascension, but the current Queens were calculating and cautious. They would install someone they could control, a chess piece they could move as they pleased.

There was good wine and great food in front of Juliette, but she didn't touch it. She never even picked up the silverware. She didn't eat anymore, or drink any liquid but blood. So as everyone began to feast, Juliette rose from her seat.

"Vell I suppose I vill say a few vords. Dze circumstances dzat brought us close are a bit of a mystery to most of you. Once upon a time.... (She paused for polite laughter, then continued) dze Black Queen and dze White King vere visiting Paris. Dzey vere 'aving a grand old time, painting dze town RED, partying and enjoying dze nightlife. And dzen dzere vas MOI. I vas out hunting..... can you see vhere dzis is going? Yes, I..... vhat is the expression? Bit off more dzan I could chew? Vell dzey fought back and in unison I could see.... dzey were more poverful dzan I vas alone. So naturally, not vanting to over exert myself, I proposed a truce. Evelyn vas more amused dzan anything else, and Liam vas just plain aroused. (another pause for laughter) Dzey brought me into dzeir Club, and introduced me to all of you..... some dzat I call my closest friends. Vhat, vy do you all look so shocked? A vampire can 'ave friends. Just because I am an evil, soulless predator of 'umankind does not mean I-- uh oh..... I 'ave made some of you uncomfortable. You need not vorry..... I promise I vill not drink any of you. (Lifting the goblet Ravena had given her) I 'ave dzis to sustain me. But anyvay, back to dze reason ve 'ave come, Evelyn. I propose a moment of silence.... for Dze Black Queen..... dze woman dzat alvays brought us to-ge-dzer."

 

[Hex]

And there she was, making her grand entrance like she were walking the red carpet at the Acadamy Awards. Rebecca was notorious for trying to steal the spotlight, even at a dead woman's wake. Rolling her eyes as she saw the Red Queen putting on her "devastated" face as others offered her condolences. The others continued to talk until Rebecca finally made her way over to them.

Rebecca: It appears that the location of Alistair's lips are the least of our concerns.

"Oh of course. Finding the perfect shade of red lipstick was certainly more pressing."

Brienne quipped with a grin, calling Rebecca out on the fact that she was an hour late to the very wake that SHE put together for her fallen "friend". The bitch made her rounds to everyone like a prized hen fluffing her feathers. Then finally, she turned her attention to Brienne and Archer.

Rebecca: My many condolences for the downright slanderous gossip you must be suffering...To think that people BELIEVE...that a PRINCESS would kill her own Queen?! Well there really is no bigger act of betrayal for us Queens, is there? To put the time...the FAITH into someone...to GROOM them for greatness only to be murdered at the hands of our supposed predecessors?! Well, I shudder to think of it any longer!"

"Oh Rebecca, your concern is appreciated. But I wouldn't listen to such slanderous gossip. [with a small laugh] If you believed everything you heard around this place, then you really would be a 55 year old botox filled whore with a God complex."

Grinning, Brienne stood until she were eye to eye with Rebecca before PUSHING past her. She may have been the Red Queen, but she wasn't HER Queen. And she wasn't going to stand around and be stepped on like Alistar and Bretta by this hippo bitch. Walking towards the Great Hall, Archer quickly matched her pace. Keeping her face even and collected, she focused foward knowing Archer wasn't walking with her in a friendly manner.

Archer: We’ve got a lot to go over…we need to meet tonight, after dinner. The maze…

Brienne didn't respond, nor did she acknowledge Archer with a nod. Archer knew Brienne would meet him at the maze, there was no need to break their cover. Continuing forward to the Great Hall, Brienne finally found her seat. It wasn't long before Rebecca welcomed them and the speeches started. Archer gave a heartfelt one about his past with Evelyn, and it in fact showed how close he and Evelyn were. But he also expressed how STRONG the Black Court was, even in this time of loss. Brienne smiled, loving that he threw that bit in. Maybe it was for the benefit of the Hellfire Club to say, hey...we're not down and out just yet. Or maybe it was to throw it in Rebecca's smug face. Either way, it was fantastic.

"To Evelyn."

Brienne said in unison with the rest of the crowd. Lifting her flute of champagne, she took a swig as Archer sat down and Juliette rose. The white princess began her story about the Black Queen. It was filled with a few jokes that made the room softly laugh, but she ended it with a moment of silence for Evelyn. Everyone was quiet, some bowing their heads in respect. Brienne's icy blue eyes moved around the room until finally, they landed on her grandmother, former Black Queen and now Surpreme Council Member of the Hellfire Club Cordelia Shaw. Cordelia was giving Brienne a look that only a grandmother could do. Brienne shrugged her shoulder trying to tell her that no one wanted her to speak. Of course, Cordelia wasn't having it and indicated with her finger for Brienne to stand up and say something. Huffing out, Brienne placed both hands on the dinner table and proceeded to stand up.

"Well, i'll keep this short and sweet. As Princess of this Black Court, I worked very closesly to Evelyn throughout the years. Even during my reign as Black Rook, she took me under her wing and helped guide me to where I am today."

Brienne's words were sincere; more sincere than most would probably expect. But of course....that wouldn't last long.

"So for the lot of you to suggest, insinuate, or even remotely BELIEVE that I would kill her, is a disgrace to Evelyn's name AND this court. Whomever did this--and they could very well be sitting in this room right now--"

Brienne's eyes shifted over to Rebecca as she suggested the killer was among them.

"I say to you this. You may have killed our queen, but you have no killed our court. And passing the blame on to me? Well....you enjoy that laugh while it last."

Taking a seat, everyone in the room was silent.

"OH! To Evelyn."

Brienne raised her glass once more before taking a sip of her drink. Others in the room were taken aback by the princess' words but after a moment of hesitation, raised their glasses for the toast. Glancing over to her grandmother, Cordelia was simply shaking her head with a small smile spread across her lips.

 

[Lord Ravena]

So the Rook wanted to meet. Ravena was happy to see him take the lead. He did not nod as he was addressed, but simply noted it for when the time came.

He was at this point taking everything in. The Red Queen showed him the proper respect, but it was clear that there was a move afoot to minimize the Black Court. The White Court had all but abdicated and sent only one person to stand for their ENTIRE court. Ravena thought fleetingly of slaughtering them all and urging Juliette to choose new blood, but war was not the order of the day...yet.

They entered and sat, with the princesses taking center stage. Very well. He waited until Brienne put everyone in their place, making sure to support her and Archer as they spoke. Evelyn had chosen well with these two, and with her Knight as well. If not for...other matters, he could have seen himself preside over this court. As silence fell after Brienne, he stood, watching and making no motion as everyone watched him, transfixed. What would he say? Do? There was no way to know. He cleared his throat.

Everyone has their place, their time. Their own journey which must, at some point end. For most of us there is to be no...forever. Sadly, for Evelyn, her time came.

He bowed his head for a moment...the lighting in the room seemed to dim and his shadow seemed to expand to fill the cavernous space.

I knew her in a way that allowed me to...penetrate beneath the steely exterior required of a true Queen. In those times, I can say to her court -

Lord Ravena looks at Brienne and Archer.

- she TRULY cared for you all. Her harsh administrations were a crucible through which she expected to temper all of you into who you are today. She would accept no less than the best you had to offer. And no matter how you may feel about her at times, you cannot decry her motivations considering the final results.

Ravena turned back to the crowd.

And when you remember Evelyn, understand...she is not the woman who will be laid to rest in the days to come. That is but a shell. The woman she was is reflected in the power and prestige of the Hellfire Club and its Black Court. As they mourn, they will enjoy the...protection of the Lion of New Anatolia. My dedication to her at the time of death will be to preserve her legacy and the safety of her charges. To YOU, Evelyn.

Lord Ravena raises his glass, drinks deeply, and then takes his seat.

 

[Domino]

The Dark Knight Rises....

"Oh God save history...God save your mad parade...Oh Lord God have mercy...All crimes are paid.."

:: The wild sounds of The Sex Pistols echoed throughout the sprawling and otherwise peaceful London countryside. The consistent and ominous grey cloudy sky was had turned dark as a slight breeze blew through the air. Maxine gripped tight onto the handles of her custom built vintage 1956 Honda CL350 Scrambler, a chill went down her spine. Vertical twin engine, constant-velocity twin carburetion. It was a bike far cheaper and older than would be expected of Maxine Dupont to ride, but to her? It was sex on a fuckin' stick. ::

"God Save The Queen..."

:: She sang along as she watched the icy air from her lungs blow back into the night sky, slowly making her way to The Hellfire Estate; a place she hadn't visited in quite some time..but ask anyone who had been around the club for long enough and they would tell you...it belonged to her. She earned the deed to that building in trade for her blood and her body, and even though countless faces had come and gone through it's walls over the years, none of them would ever replace the young girl who had taken on The Court...and WON. ::

:: But tonight wasn't about her. Tonight was about Evelyn. Because of her traumatic upbringing and consequential apathy towards much of the human race, Max wasn't a person that many would consider friendly or warm, which was a reputation that suited her just fine. Sometimes she was actually thankful for the experimentation that she faced at the hands of her own father and the crazy American Doctors. Feeling more machine than woman at times, Maxine had found herself saved from the foibles of man. She didn't need human connection to survive; in fact just the opposite, she thrived without it. So in the very rare occassion that she DID entertain a relationship with another human, she treaded carefully..and more often then not, it fell to the wayside. Evelyn had been one of the only people to penetrate the thick, sometimes techno organic STEEL coated skin of hers, and get inside her heart. Evelyn had given her the strength she needed to find her own identity, away from her father, Jean Luc Dupont, and away from the indentured servitude of The Hellfire Club. More than that, Evelyn had led her to freedom. ::

:: But Evelyn was dead. And now, there were people who would have to PAY for that...and since GOD seemed to be busy these days..or at least he had been for the last 26 years, Maxine saw herself fit, as The Black Knight, to play Judge, Jury and Executioner! ::

"Amost there...."

:: Rounding the corner at incredible speed, Maxine began to make out The Hellfire Estate in the distance, or as best she could through the rolling fog blowing through the countryside. A large and foreboding castle right out of a fairy tale, for a moment Maxine allowed herself a second to glimpse back at the few happy times she had as a child, playing in The Maze and exploring hidden passages. She was one of the only children allowed on the grounds due to her father's status as The Black King. Had she realized that much of her life would be spent alone, the younger version of herself might have begged her to find somebody to latch on to, to make a friend. But that younger, bright and naive girl died the moment her father sold her life away to MysTech. ::

:: She zoomed onto the long and gravel driveway just before the gates as the hazy lights of the gate towers flickered brightly, having half a mind to blast through the gates and storm the castle immediately, but she stopped herself. She figured if anyone asked she could now say that she DID, in fact...show some restraint. As she came upon the gates, she killed the engine as she was stopped by two guards. ::

Guard 1: "Excuse Me, Sir---We need to verify your identity before you enter!"

:: Max cracked a smile as she removed her helmet and shook out her jet black and silken mohawk, biting her lip and smiling as her teeth met with the cold steel of her lip ring for a moment. She unzipped her formfitting leather jacket down slowly to her navel, revealing a magnificent chest tattoo...and the fact that she had foregone wearing a bra that day, as the leather clung to the curves of her breasts. Her face remained ice cold. ::

"I'm Maxine Dupont..and if my tits aren't indication enough for you...I'm a woman...."

Guard 2: "Sir...it's The Black Knight!"

:: The first guard seemed immediately on edge, but he as well as the other guard, dropped down in a bowing pose and knelt before Maxine for a moment before standing. ::

Guard 1: "Lady Dupont...nobody has seen you in...in YEARS!"

:: Leaning against her bike for a moment. ::

"I've been...busy..."

Guard 2: "We've been given strict instructions from The Red Queen herself to make sure you do not enter the estate!"

:: The smallest of smiles betrayed Maxine's lips for a moment before she began to...slowly..walk towards the guards. ::

"I already know the answer--but i'd love to hear your response to this...Do you REALLY think you can stop me?"

:: The 2nd Guard instinctively went to his belt, most likely to pull some kind of futile weapon. Maxine grew bored. With minimal effort on her part she executed a flawless right hook to the guard's head with an incredible amount of force, essentially knocking his head from his neck. It rolled on the ground before falling stopping at the feet of the guard left standing. ::

"Sorry...my impatience tends to match my anger..."

:: The guard began to spin on his feels attempting to run to the control room and alert the other security detail. Maxine was on him like a shark who smelled blood. With incredible speed she grabbed hold of the guard's head and promptly snapped his neck. Before his lifeless body even hit the ground, Max was in the Control Room, hijacking the security systems in place. She promptly fried all servers and security protocols within the estate before leaning back on her bike, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket, her hands splattered in blood. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. The actual estate was still several kilometers ahead. Exhaling with pleasure she looked at the two bodies on the ground. ::

"I probably shouldn't show up empty handed..."

:: From her jeans she pulled a switchblade and slowly began to walk towards the one who's head still remained. The blade popped out with the clang of metal. A sadistic smile curled in her lips. ::

"But WHAT to get the Queen who has everything?"

:: She went to work. ::

 

[Crimson]

The Hellfire Estate - Banquet Hall

:: As Rebecca opened the floor to give The Court their chances to speak on the death of Evelyn Pierce, she took her seat which resembled somewhat of a great throne. Minus a few bitchy jabs back and forth, the evening was going exactly as planned. She was appearing to The Court as the strongest ruler simply by being the only ruler of a court in attedance, and she had made sure the decor and arrangements were tasteful and respectful. Rebecca was in a good position to maintain her power in the court. She leaned back in her chair as she began to survey those around her. Feeling safe herself, she began to think of who SHE might like to rule The Black Court. ::

:: Her gaze first drifted to Archer as she began to tap her crimson red nails against the table. Archer was definitely an option. Sure, he was rough around the edges but that was kind of perfect. He may have been an internationaly infamous Crime Lord...but he was NOT prepared to deal with everything that ruling a court would entail..he simply wouldn't have the time. Sure he would put in an earnest amount of effort at the beginning, but before long he would be easily enough convinced by many in The Inner Circle as they saw fit. ::

:: Like clockwork, Archer was the first one standing to speak for The Black Court. She had expected Lord Ravena to speak first, so she was a little surprised. She leaned in as the man who usually spoke few words began to pontificate about his fallen queen. ::

:: Everything seemed to be going well at first, until he began to address The Black Court themselves. He spoke of their strength and of their ability to see their will done...He was inspiring the people, and Rebecca did not like this one bit. ::

"So it appears our little ice cream cone DOES have aspirations for the open spot..."

:: Archer took a seat as the crowd applauded him and raised their glasses in unison. ::

"To Evelyn!"

:: Rebecca took a swig of her champagne as Juliette of The White Court rose to speak ::

Juliette: "Vell I suppose I vill say a few vords."

:: Desperately fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Rebecca listened as Juliette spoke and entranced the crowd in doing so. Juliette was a charmer and that was part of what made her so incredibly dangerous, and was part...PART of the reason that The White Queen was not in attendance. Rebecca was incredibly wary of the vampire...and rumors had been stirring for quite some time that Juliette was not satisfied with her standing on The Court. She couldn't simply switch courts, though...her members loved her too much, but she DEFINITELY did have enough sway to take over The White Court...by whatever means necessary, and both Rebecca and The White Queen had decided that the second Juliette revealed herself to be a threat, she would be taken out...ferociously. ::

Juliette: "I propose a moment of silence.... for Dze Black Queen..... dze woman dzat alvays brought us to-ge-dzer."

Rebecca closed her eyes, pretending to pray.

"She means the woman who was consistently in my WAY!"

:: Next, Brienne stood. Rebecca for the most part was disgusted by the gall and lack of tact shown by the witch. Much of the time she had the mouth of an American Sailor and was consistently shown as having WILD aggression for the other courts. She was volatile, a flight risk...and yet THERE she was, sitting as The Black Princess...a SMART move on Evelyn's part...having a young girl with so much power and a royal lineage of sorts sitting next to her, but when it came to getting ANYTHING done, Brienne was always obstinate, entitled and well...a BITCH. ::

"Let's see what this piece of EURO TRASH has to say..."

Brienne: "Well, i'll keep this short and sweet. As Princess of this Black Court, I worked very closesly to Evelyn throughout the years. Even during my reign as Black Rook, she took me under her wing and helped guide me to where I am today."

:: Rebecca nodded and smiled, where as on the inside she was curious. ::

"Perhaps the wanker has finally discovered her manners..."

:: The Red Queen's thought was quickly destroyed. ::

"So for the lot of you to suggest, insinuate, or even remotely BELIEVE that I would kill her, is a disgrace to Evelyn's name AND this court. Whomever did this--and they could very well be sitting in this room right now--"

Brienne's eyes shifted over to Rebecca as she suggested the killer was among them.

"I say to you this. You may have killed our queen, but you have no killed our court. And passing the blame on to me? Well....you enjoy that laugh while it last."

Taking a seat, everyone in the room was silent.

"OH! To Evelyn."

Brienne raised her glass once more before taking a sip of her drink. Others in the room were taken aback by the princess' words but after a moment of hesitation, raised their glasses for the toast. Glancing over to her grandmother, Cordelia was simply shaking her head with a small smile spread across her lips.

"Just as petulent and unpolised as always...but then again, so was her GRANDMOTHER. That wench won't know the feel of The Black Throne as long as I'M around...I can GARAUNTEE that..."

:: Listening to Brienne's words however, it was CLEAR that The Black Court was working as a united front, whether it was intentional or not. Rebecca began to suspect that Archer and Brienne were cooking up a plan for the next few days. As everyone continued clapping, Rebecca leaned into Bretta and spoke in a low tone. ::

"I want you on those two the REST of the night, Bretta. Do NOT let them out of your sight...they pose a potential threat to our court, and if something is afoot...we MUST be prepared to act..."

:: The next to speak was Lord Ravena, who gave a very diplomatic and respectful speech, to which Rebecca chuckled quietly to herself. ::

"The Lion of New Anatolia? Is that what he's calling his MEMBER these days? Funny...Evelyn had a far DIFFERENT word for it...a word just as crass and uncouth as The Black Queen was herself...."

:: His speech incited the crowd as they cheered and stood for him. Rebecca watched with a warm smile and nodded. ::

"Would everybody SHUT UP? It's The QUEEN'S turn to speak!"

:: She would never say such a thing out loud and thankfully the crowd died down as Rebecca stood from her chair. ::

"Such...moving and inspiring speeches from The Court today. A mixture of reverence, respect and much needed laughter. As I sit here, I think of the many times that I have sat alongside Evelyn at these tables. Together, throughout the years we've worked tirelessly to pursue the agenda to which The Hellfire Club deserves...and looking back, I wish I would have had the chance to tell her...that she was and always will be...My best friend..."

:: A single choreographed tear began to drift from The Red Queen's eye as she continued to speak. ::

"The words of The Black Court alone show just how MUCH of an inspiration she was to us, and yet...she was still able to maintain her sense of humor and light, a quality that when tasked with what The Inner Circle must do, is definitely admirable. I will miss the days of drinking wine in The Billiards Room, and sitting by the fire in the library, talking shop..or just chatting like girls do..."

:: She raised her glass high in the air ::

"To my friend...and FALLEN sister...I bid thee goodbye. May the next chapter of your story be one filled with peace! Another toast for our Black Queen, EVELYN PIER---"

:: Rebecca's voice was soon drowned out by a DEAFENING sound heard throughout The Hellfire Estate. A sound Rebecca had hoped she wouldn't have had to hear. The sound of trouble. ::

 

[Domino]

Rebel Yell!

:: As Rebecca lifted her glass in "celebration" of Evelyn Pierce, the deafening sound of a roaring engine and skidding tires as Max blasted her way through The Great Hall of The Hellfire Estate with great speed, passing empty tables and flabbergasted wait staff as she went. Revving her engine she tore down the east wing of the castle, making her way to The Banquet Hall. ::

"I hope that bitch is ready for one HELL of an entrance!"

:: As the members of The Hellfire Club gasped and screamed at the sounds they were hearing, the doors to The Banquet Hall were SHATTERED open as a stunning vision in black drove past, knocking over tables and attendees as she went. She stopped only for a moment to lift her front wheel, kick off the ground with effortless grace and fly in the air, landing DEAD smack onto the TABLE that belonged to The Red Court! Place settings, center pieces, flowers and candles were blown from their homes and into the air, crashing down around Max like glorious confetti as she drove all the way down to the table, her front wheel stopping a mere INCHES from the edge of the table, dead smack in front of The Red Queen herself. Maxine stayed still for a moment as the entire room fell completely silent, unsure as how to act. ::

:: She kicked the brake on the left hand side and slowly got off her motorcycle, pausing only to take one last drag of her cigarette before kneeling down and putting the cigarette out in what was left of Rebecca's food. She stared at The Red Queen, her piercing pale blue eyes sparkling for a moment, before returning to their natural haunting state. ::

"Sorry i'm late..I had a bit of trouble at the gate...and PARKING?!"

:: Max grabbed her green traveling bag and began to fiddle through it ::

"It was a nightmare! I hope you'll accept these gifts for The Court for my tardiness."

:: From within the green satchel, Maxine pulled out the two severed heads from the guards she had murdered on the way into the estate. Their eyes had been removed as well as their tongues. For as horrific as they looked, they actually appeared cleaned up...deliberately. Promptly tossing one of the heads in Rebecca's lap, she locked eyes for a moment with Juliette and even Juliette, a monster in her own right would register the ferocity of the woman who had just entered. Maxine tossed Juliette the other head. ::

"You...you're Juliette De La Creaux, yes? The White Princess...vampire? Object of many of The Court's desires?"

[she cocked a quick and fleeting look at Alistair]

"Especially THIS one...Here! You look famished."

:: Maxine tossed the other head over to Juliette before turning her attention to The Black Court. ::

"As for The Black Court...sorry, I have no trophies of war to give you...but I do offer myself. Your Black Knight has returned. You are welcome."

:: She began to pace up and down the length of The Red Court's table with her hands folded behind her back. ::

"I won't bore those of you who don't know me with details. To make a long story short...the last time a leader of The Black Court was murdered....well, I was responsible..."

[surveying the crowd]

"Isn't that right, Cordelia? I would say it was good to see you...but well, I'd rather peel my own face off with a potato peeler and be forced to eat the scraps than say so...but come to think of it [laughing for a moment] That is a rather macabre and horrible thing isn't it?"

:: She spun on the heel of her spiked boots as she once again made eye contact with Rebecca. ::

"In fact...continue to lie me as you are Rebecca..and I just might have to test that idea out on that timeless little face of yours."

:: Maxine turned to face the crowd once more. ::

"I have returned for two reasons, and two reasons alone. One, to pay my respects to Evelyn...and Two...to figure out who was behind her murder, who KNEW that her murder was being PLANNED and who remained SILENT about it...and then I plan on killing them...preferably in a PUBLIC forum.."

:: She began to once again walk towards Rebecca slowly, like a predator stalking it's prey. Their eyes locked as Max spoke, her deep alto voice with the faintest hints of a french accent filling the hall. ::

"And...if i'm being honest...there is a THIRD reason. In an effort to keep the legacy of our fallen queen preserved..I shall stay until there is a new King or Queen crowned in The Black Court...one that is to MY liking, and per an agreement that The Supreme Council made with me YEARS ago...one that they OWED me, I shall be left alone in order to assess the courts as I see fit..."

:: Maxine BROKE eye contact with Rebecca as she shifted her attention back to the attendees of the dinner, speaking a little louder this time. ::

"But fret not, mes amis...I do not plan on getting in the way of any of your agendas..unless your agenda has involved MURDERING The Black Queen..In FACT...If any of you are SMART ENOUGH to overthrow a court and rise to power, I applaud you...and hell, I might even draw my sword and fight beside you...To the members here who have NO aspirations of court appointment, feel free to stick around and enjoy the show...or don't, I don't really care..but know I have deactivated all security protocols within the estate and i've already proven how dispatchable some of your "defenders" can be..."

:: Bending down, Maxine stole a glass of champagne that managed to survive the wreckage of her entrance and took a long and deep sip before throwing the glass to the side. ::

"Other than that...Enjoy the next few days...Now...If you'll excuse me, your Red Queen and I are just DYING to catch up with each other in private. So unless somebody has anything else to add, which..spoiler alert..is NOT the best idea...I guess this concludes dinner!"

:: And with THAT, Maxine Dupont jumped off of the table as her boots smacked the ground with a large thud. She didn't look back as she made her way OUT of The Great Hall through the doors behind where The Courts were sitting and began to make her way to Rebecca's private chambers. These two had MUCH to discuss. ::

 

[Lord Ravena]

And now it was Rebecca's turn. Ravena yielded the floor and watched as he saw what was a blatantly fraudulent show. But, as the climax came, Lord Ravena was already laughing, because he had already heard HER, could SMELL...her, and DEATH.

:: As the members of The Hellfire Club gasped and screamed at the sounds they were hearing, the doors to The Banquet Hall were SHATTERED open as a stunning vision in black drove past, knocking over tables and attendees as she went. She stopped only for a moment to lift her front wheel, kick off the ground with effortless grace and fly in the air, landing DEAD smack onto the TABLE that belonged to The Red Court! Place settings, center pieces, flowers and candles were blown from their homes and into the air, crashing down around Max like glorious confetti as she drove all the way down to the table, her front wheel stopping a mere INCHES from the edge of the table, dead smack in front of The Red Queen herself. Maxine stayed still for a moment as the entire room fell completely silent, unsure as how to act. ::

:: She kicked the brake on the left hand side and slowly got off her motorcycle, pausing only to take one last drag of her cigarette before kneeling down and putting the cigarette out in what was left of Rebecca's food. She stared at The Red Queen, her piercing pale blue eyes sparkling for a moment, before returning to their natural haunting state. ::

"Sorry i'm late..I had a bit of trouble at the gate...and PARKING?!"

:: Max grabbed her green traveling bag and began to fiddle through it ::

"It was a nightmare! I hope you'll accept these gifts for The Court for my tardiness."

:: From within the green satchel, Maxine pulled out the two severed heads from the guards she had murdered on the way into the estate. Their eyes had been removed as well as their tongues. For as horrific as they looked, they actually appeared cleaned up...deliberately. Promptly tossing one of the heads in Rebecca's lap, she locked eyes for a moment with Juliette and even Juliette, a monster in her own right would register the ferocity of the woman who had just entered. Maxine tossed Juliette the other head. ::

Ravena was laughing aloud by now, and standing. The KNIGHT had arrived, and he could not be more pleased. As much as she cared for Evelyn, they shared a respect as two killers, as two who Evelyn actually reached somehow, as two who had fleeting need for humanity in general. He turned to Archer and Brienne and whispered.

Be attentive.

He intended for them to watch the room for potential threats and...for anyone's reactions to this. He stepped forward as Maxine addressed Rebecca.

:: She began to once again walk towards Rebecca slowly, like a predator stalking it's prey. Their eyes locked as Max spoke, her deep alto voice with the faintest hints of a french accent filling the hall. ::

"And...if i'm being honest...there is a THIRD reason. In an effort to keep the legacy of our fallen queen preserved..I shall stay until there is a new King or Queen crowned in The Black Court...one that is to MY liking, and per an agreement that The Supreme Council made with me YEARS ago...one that they OWED me, I shall be left alone in order to assess the courts as I see fit..."

:: Maxine BROKE eye contact with Rebecca as she shifted her attention back to the attendees of the dinner, speaking a little louder this time. ::

"But fret not, mes amis...I do not plan on getting in the way of any of your agendas..unless your agenda has involved MURDERING The Black Queen..In FACT...If any of you are SMART ENOUGH to overthrow a court and rise to power, I applaud you...and hell, I might even draw my sword and fight beside you...To the members here who have NO aspirations of court appointment, feel free to stick around and enjoy the show...or don't, I don't really care..but know I have deactivated all security protocols within the estate and i've already proven how dispatchable some of your "defenders" can be..."

:: Bending down, Maxine stole a glass of champagne that managed to survive the wreckage of her entrance and took a long and deep sip before throwing the glass to the side. ::

"Other than that...Enjoy the next few days...Now...If you'll excuse me, your Red Queen and I are just DYING to catch up with each other in private. So unless somebody has anything else to add, which..spoiler alert..is NOT the best idea...I guess this concludes dinner!"

:: And with THAT, Maxine Dupont jumped off of the table as her boots smacked the ground with a large thud. She didn't look back as she made her way OUT of The Great Hall through the doors behind where The Courts were sitting and began to make her way to Rebecca's private chambers. These two had MUCH to discuss. ::

As Maxine exited, Ravena spoke loud enough for everyone. He addressed the Red Queen.

It appears you have a date Madame. I suggest you not tarry.

He then looked over those assembled. A feeling of dread permeated the room as his eyes reddened and his shadow cast a cold pall over the room.

As for the rest of you, this party appears concluded, and in a fashion that Evelyn would relish. Anyone who has no business to be in continued attendance has 10 minutes to leave this place. After that time, I cannot guarantee your...safety.

 

[Juliette De Lacroix]

Brienne: I say to you this. You may have killed our queen, but you have not killed our court. And passing the blame on to me? Well....you enjoy that laugh while it lasts. Oh! To Evelyn.

Juliette raised her glass, as much to Evelyn as the Brienne herself. The Black court continued to express its strength. Juliette could easily see Brienne and Archer ruling side by side, as King and Queen. They would make a great team. Juliette was counting on it.

But here was something Juliette was NOT counting on: Rebecca was leaning over to Bretta to whisper. Likely a comment on the speech. Regardless, it was a mere meter away, and Juliette was going to hear it whether she wanted to or not.

Rebecca: I want you on those two the REST of the night, Bretta. Do NOT let them out of your sight...they pose a potential threat to our court, and if something is afoot...we MUST be prepared to act...

Well now THAT complicated things. And just WHY would Rebecca think that Archer and Brienne were threats to her court? Juliette suspected it would be because they could challenge her.

Lord Ravena stood up to speak, and managed to touch them all. Juliette raised her glass to that as well. He clearly had enough invested in the Black Court to speak the way he did. Juliette wondered if Archer and Brienne would seek his guidance.

Then Rebecca stood up to speak. She was such a very good liar. Many would believe her. But Juliette knew too many secrets to fall for the crocodile tears.

She was distracted suddenly, by a faint crash. It was probably the castle door. It would have taken a lot of force to bust open solid oak doors. Juliette reached under the long black sash of her dress to an opening in her gown. She rested her hand on the hilt of her dagger, and waited, as the roar of an engine grew louder.

And then the Black Knight arrived.

"Parler du diable!"

She remarked quietly, as the woman kicked her motorcycle onto the Red Court's table and rode down the length of it like a conquering hero. Juliette rose from her chair, one hand still on her blade, the other on the edge of the table.

Maxine made quite an impression. The woman was so extreme in her self expression that it was strangely beautiful, like living artwork, piercings and tattoos showing pieces of her soul, angrily. And she came at you like a force of nature, a hurricane of blowing exhaust and shattered glass. She tossed a severed head into the lap of the Red Queen. Such bravery. It was hard not to be impressed, especially for a vampire who found recently removed body parts to be exhilarating.

Max: You...you're Juliette De La Creaux, yes? The White Princess...vampire? Object of many of The Court's desires? [she cocked a quick and fleeting look at Alistair] Especially THIS one...Here! You look famished.

She caught the other severed head with both hands. It almost didn't look real, with its sensory organs removed. Another piece of living (dead) art. She set it on the table, then used a white linen napkin to slowly, deliberately wipe the blood off her hands. Over 200 years of hunting and killing and disposing of bodies, she was no stranger to depravity. She could even appreciate it, as a trophy..... but the smell of blood was thick in the air, and Juliette was still much too thirsty to be handling human remains.

"Merci, je pense......"

She got the feeling it was a warning more than a gift. Ravena was audibly laughing at this point, positively joyous. Maxine had Juliette's undivided attention as she paced atop the table and listed her reasons for returning.

And then she stated, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted to see Rebecca in private. And she sauntered out, leaving them all staring after her, shell shocked. Lord Ravena dismissed the pawns. Juliette resumed her seat.

"Vell! Dzat vill be discussed at length in dze next few days, no?"

 

[Duke]

Hellfire Estate - Banquet Hall

Alec was swooning over Juliette’s love bite, that he ignored Brienne’s insult…kind of. His good mood vanished, however, when Rebecca ordered him to the night shift in the kitchen.

Crikey! Hasn’t this woman ever heard of FUN?

Soon it was time to go to dinner. Alec offered his arm to Bretta.

“Might I have the honour of escorting the Princess to her seat?”

He was pleased when she took him at his invite and they followed their Queen to the Banquet Hall. He couldn’t help but notice The Black Rook and The Black Princess lagging behind. He made a quick glance behind them.

What are they up to?

He turned around and noticed that Bretta was staring at him curiously.

Bretta: *teasingly*: “As the Americans would say, I should be taking you to the burn unit because you just got burned by Brienne…”

He shot her a look and that was all he had time for before they entered the Banquet Hall. Alec knew he had a certain reputation at the Hellfire Club. He liked it that way. In fact, he WANTED it that way. The truth of the matter was that Alec could be calculating and cunning…when he wanted to, or when it suited HIS purposes. Like everyone else in attendance, he had a plan but he had chosen to be discreet about it. He led Bretta to her seat and set her down comfortably before heading for his own seat. He actually wanted BRETTA to be The Red Queen but in order for that to happen he had to keep his eyes and ears open. He had to choose his steps WISELY. When he had first learned of Evelyn’s death, a plan formed in his mind. But he had to go about that the right way and THAT required patience.

He listened to the various speeches about Evelyn and laughed inwardly the whole way through. It boggled the mind how people were saying all the right things and yet…they didn’t mean a damn thing. Not that HE was anything different. He wouldn’t get up and speak on dear Evelyn’s behalf even if he were asked. He began to eat and sip his champagne before hearing a roar of an engine coming from the Great Hall.

Uh oh..

He quickly glanced at Rebecca and Bretta before the doors to the Banquet Hall bursted open, eliciting screams from the Hellfire Club. Alec nudged Bretta’s foot with his own in comfort. He would’ve laughed out loud if the person who was riding the motorcycle weren’t so terrifying.

Ah. The Black Knight returns…

He jumped when Maxine rode ON TOP of the table belonging to the Red Court and he cast an uneasy glance over at Rebecca even as Maxine drove her way right to the EDGE of the table, inches from The Red Queen!

Oh dear.

He could only watch as Maxine made a spectacle of herself, putting her cigarette out in REBECCA’S food and then tossing a dismembered HEAD into her lap! She then went on to explain what she was doing there and whatever else. He looked up when Maxine referred to HIM as having Juliette as an object of desire. He couldn’t even make a smart aleck - - comment to that. In fact, he wouldn’t even DARE to try to come on to her, MAXINE, if he wasn’t sure he would wind up DEAD.

This girl is intriguing and yet terrifying at the same time.

He didn’t know much about Maxine, The Black Knight, other than that she was really, really, REALLY, strange; somebody who marched to the beat of her own BAND and didn’t give a fuck as to what everybody else thought.

As he was musing over this, he finally tuned in to what Maxine was saying.

I shall stay until there is a new King or Queen crowned in The Black Court...one that is to MY liking…

Well, this will really turn things upside down NOW…

Maxine then went on about something but Alec was no longer paying attention. He was calculating his next step, his next MOVE. It was IMPORTANT that he go about this carefully. Finally Ravena told everyone that dinner was indeed over and then he suggested that Rebecca not tarry. Alec sprang into action.

“Here, my Queen. Let me take…THAT from you.”

He gently picked up the head from Rebecca’s lap, and with intense focus on Rebecca and NOT the disembodied head he held, he gestured to her dress. Not that he was sickened by it. When he found out whom and WHAT he was, he went on a mission to KILL every last remaining member of his birth family and family lineage. It was gruesome, but it had to happen. After that ‘little’ massacre, well, things just got interesting from there and he had been DISCREETLY killing witches ever since…as per his ‘lord’ and master.

“I’ll have someone bring up some soda water to your suite to clean up that bit of mess, if you’d like?”

After all I’m heading for the kitchen anyway, you COW.

He shoved the head to a passing waiter who looked positively GREEN at the sight of the dismembered head on, yes, a silver platter but Alec didn’t really care at that point.