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

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

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

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

Jacen Silvermoon: ::He winced, not because of her touch, the wounds did not hurt, not of her words, they were innocent enough, but because of the weakness he saw in himself because of the horrid scars he now wore.::

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

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

Jacen Silvermoon: ::Blinking, he looked down to his chest, to the reminders of his mortality that lay there and sighed softly. Hesitating a moment, he looked back up to her and nodded::

Jacen Silvermoon: ::He dropped to one knee, directly before her in the pew and posed tall and rigid, his muscular chest and stomach laying exposed and open to her. The scars criss-crossing all over his chest, arms, back and face::

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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