Unusual Greeting (Syerren/Justine/Brighton)

When nightfall came over the Old House, Syerren shook slightly from his daze waking from his slumber. Rising, he instantly froze when he saw Vladimir awake as well glaring near his coffin. Trying to disguise that everything was normal with him, Syerren nodded towards his brother while closing his coffin, “Evening Vlad.” Beginning to walk past him, Vlad instantly stood in front of him now, “Well out with it brother,” “What are you talking about?" Annoyed he rolled his eyes, "Where have you been and what is with your revolting attitude with me, Simon . . . well everyone?”

Sighing, moving past him, Syerren shook his head, “I don't know perhaps I was wrong, and I want to make it up to everyone by doing a public apology and take everyone out.” Smirking slightly, by the gesture, Vladimir nodded, following him up the stairs soon finding no one. Telling Syerren to wait in the foyer, Vlad went upstairs to gather everyone.

As Syerren watch him leave, he scuffed feeling his hatred for this whole place and everyone return back to him. Looking once more after grabbing his cloak he quickly vanished into the night without another word.

Having left the house to purchase an adequate dress for the evening, Justine fixed herself up that was hopefully pleasing to the Syerren. Walking along side the pier seeing the shore was rough as the wind blew she looked out wishing while she could hope to find the man that over all she would be able to accomplish Brighton’s wishes.

Moving on from where she was, Justine sighed, then began to walk indirectly when incidentally she bumped into a man. Looking up she gasped, that the incredible chance that it was indeed the man he was looking for. “Syerre . . . Oh I am sorry.” she spoke, adjusting her hair. “I must watch where I am going at night.”

Given the rare chance that has sudden been offered to him, Syerren whilst walking along the harbour on his way to the Blue Whale for no apparent reason smiled slightly towards the woman as she stood their. “That’s . . . quite alright. I was just on my way to a local tavern and . . . ” Grinning Justine grabbed on to his arm, “Oh were you now, I just heading there myself. I’m . . . Christine by the way.” “It’s a pleasure I’m Dylan and well I suppose I could use some company.”

Nearly laughing from the name Justine held her humour in and began walking with the man towards the Blue Whale soon without realizing it wrapped an arm around his cloak. “I am glad to meet you Dylan. I haven’t met many people like you around here.” Turning her head while Syerren wasn’t looking she looked back seeing a distinct glare of Brighton waiting for her to finish the deed. Sighing she released Syerren and stopped looking around in almost a panic. “Oh god I think I lost it!” “What’s the matter miss?” Justine turned back towards him in a fright, “I lost a ring of mine that was my mother’s it meant a lot to me, I just have to find it!”

Concerned for the woman and her ring, Syerren nodded beginning to look around, wandering slightly away from Justine, he looked up finding he was once again alone in the street. “Miss. Christine? Where did you go?” remaining puzzled that a woman looking for her ring could disappear.

Satisfied with Justine's task of luring Syerren back into his reach, Brighton now made his way up to Syerren, grabbing his shoulder from behind. "Ah, Syerren . . . we meet again don't we," Brighton smirked. "Did you have fun with that there," he questioned, seeing a confused look in Syerren's eyes; "she's quite a pretty one isn't she?" Snapping his fingers, Justine suddenly appeared back beside of Brighton as he put her arm around her, kissing her. "So, here's the deal mate. You can stick with me and live a life of great fortune or you can choose to walk away from this offer and find your life leading towards a great big wall." Pushing Justine closer to Syerren, gesturing for her to pleasure him enough to ease his tension, Brighton crossed his arms. "Your decision?"

Syerren was left baffled by everything surrounding him which only led to fear seeing Brighton once more all the while not have the courage to mention about his appearance to anyone. Leaning against a light pole, hearing the deal presented to him, he didn’t know what to think. Only ever wanting to be just has happy as his brother, he first shook his head, “No . . . I don’t want any part of it Brighton.” Looking at the girl he just met then vaguely remembering her, Syerren closed his eyes for a moment, “Your Justine . . . Isabella?” “Yes . . . I’m sorry Syerren but I found my ring.” gesturing him to it. “Come on what do you have to lose?” stroking the side of his cheek. “You’re miserable with your brother always with his family. You’ll be happier and live the life you always wanted Syerren and I will see that you get everything you desire!” Feeling her kiss him, Syerren began to be in a daze nodding slightly towards her then looking towards, Brighton grinning slightly revealing his fangs, “I will join you.”

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