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Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

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MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Toran sent a text to the flirtatious woman who had ordered two pairs of special goggles from him weeks ago. He felt bad it had taken so long to put them together, but getting small scale thermal imagers had taken longer than he expected.

Now he had them. A bit bigger and bulkier than ski-goggles, but nothing like the huge monsters warm by military equipment. They looked more like welder goggles. Either way they were what she had asked for and he could finally provide them.

The shop was a bit cleaner than normal. He had taken the time to make sure there was no signs of the various blood spills. He moved the safe back over the entrance to the ghoul box. He didn't want any sign that there was anything out of the ordinary going on in his shop. Which is one of the reasons he called her to show up around noon. Nice and sunny outside.
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The text she received from Toran woke her up. She wanted to sleep in today but there was no rest for her today. Her mind was still trying to work out what Lady Anne wanted from her and how she needed to approach the woman. Today there would not be a single thought on her mind about vampires. It was daytime, sun was shining a bit and she was about to go meet Toran. The rather shy, slightly insecure handsome big man with the voice of a semi god. She got up, showered and got dressed. She left her hair loose and in its natural curly wild locks. She jumped into a low cut jeans, a black silk top that revealed the mystery of her female features and shrugged on her vest. She didn’t need anything specific with her. Phone, wallet, lock picking kit, lighter and cigarettes and of course her switchblade. Basic materials for her.

Roisin stood in front of the shop. She had her vest open so her body had certain reactions on the cold wind that passed her every now and then. She stared at her reflection, licked her lips and pouted them. She was ready for this. She had enough cash with her to pay him. Hopefully he was ready for another round of her flirting with him and maybe it was enough to drive the price down a bit. He wasn’t even able to handle her the first time and then their meeting had been unexpected. She wondered how he would handle her now.

The door opened, the alarm went off in the back again just like last time and Roisin called out his name. ”Toran?”
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"Come on in."

His voice was a dark smoke, a soft rumble that filled the front room. The huge muscular figure was leaning against the counter in the front. A simple muscle shirt covered his torso, revealing the huge tattoo the dominated his right arm, shoulder and some of his ribcage. The twisted metal plating, the wires, clockwork and gears. His black hair is longer, nearly shoulder length. His eyes seem to have paled to a bright silver-blue from the arctic blue they once were.

He had a pair of goggles sitting on the counter next to his hand. Roughly the size of a spot welders blacked out goggles they were definitely not sunglasses. But they would do the job she wanted. Like he'd warned they were two pair, one for low light vision, one for thermal. Separating the two was the only reason he had gotten them as small as he did.

His beard was trimmed and his neck clean shaven, his eyes half closed as he regarded her, enjoying the view and the wind chill.

"Sorry it took so long. I had some personal stuff came up. Took me a while to get the parts for the thermal imaging."

The same ragged blanket covered the doorway into the back. He seemed calm, his eyes not even hiding the way he regarded her form, he clearly remembered her flirting. It wasn't clear what he was going to do about it. His frame said he was relaxed, in control, and prepared. For what would be anyone's guess.
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Almost everything seemed the same. The ragged carpet thing to hide his private quarters, the counter, the man, his voice... damn that voice. Only difference was his tattoo and his eyes. What had happened to his eyes? To be honest though they were prettier than before to her. She seemed to lighten up when she saw him and skipped towards the counter. Her gaze fixed upon the goggles.

"Are those what I wanted? They look great! How do they work? Need a presentation first before I pay for them! And what is the price? They look great though!.... Hmm, I said that already, didn't I?"

Roisin seemed eager and chirpy. Almost as radiant as the winter sun. She slides her fingers along the edges of the goggles. Her eyes slowly moving up from them towards him.

"So how have you been Toran? Not too busy I hope."

Her index finger twirled with a lock of loose hair while she stared at him. Her blue gaze twinkling and full of energy and fire. Something seemed off though with Toran but she didn't know what... yet. Maybe he was having a bad day.
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He chuckles at her enthusiasm, taking the time to run his gaze appreciatively down her figure, his smile splitting his beard.

"You just put them on and flip the switch mounted on the right lens, near the straps. They'll auto focus, though you can turn the dial on the left lens to adjust the focal length if you need too. Normal pair, huge and bulky go for around 5K each. What do you think would be fair?"

He leans on the counter, resting his elbows on it, his bearded chin resting on the back of his tattooed fist, keeping his eyes half closed, regarding her closely. He wanted to see what she'd say, if she would jump at the price, how much she'd haggle, what she'd offer in trade. He was curious.

She was definitely cut from a different cut from the usual gang bangers that popped into his shop to fence stolen goods. Though, granted, she'd brought him plenty of stolen cellphones, but he wasn't going to insult her over it. Professionals were hard to find, and best cultivated with care.

He found himself looking over her figure again. He had to admit, she looked good. Damn good. But he was going to behave himself. It was not ruled by his impulses. Stupid blood fueled lust.
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Immediately she grabbed one and put it on. She adjusted the straps to make sure it was the right size and tilted her head in every direction to see if the goggles remained on its place. With a warm, well placed laughter she shakes her head and places the goggles back on the counter.

”Each? I was more thinking along the lines of 3 each... what do you say big guy?” she give him a sly wink and let her right index finger run from his knuckles all the way down till it landed on the counter. She drummed her finger on the glass and stared deeply in his eyes. He looked so rough, so very manly. A shiver went down her spine in delight.

What had happened with Toran? He seemed more confident. More aware of himself and of her. Was he trying to stay one step ahead of her? Because when they first met he was completely lost in her world. Now however he couldn’t keep his eyes away from her body and it was almost as if he was undressing her in his mind. She knew that look all too well but hadn’t expected it from him.

Perhaps she was going to need to be more careful this time with him. Or not! She wondered how far she could push him but then she needed him for professional reasons only so it couldn’t get too complicated between them.
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Toran raises an eyebrow, his hand turning over, fingers tracing across the inside of her wrist in response to her stroking fingers. He shivered slightly, internally. She shouldn't push. He should back up, he should. He knew there could be bad reactions if she toyed with him the way she had before. He should get her out of there quickly. But... there was no way he was going to let her short him THAT much cash.

"You want me to knock 4 grand off the price? Come on, what kind of counter off is that?"

His voice was a soft deep rumble, he seemed more amused than anything else. He watched her reactions, his pale eyes focused on her. His lips twisted into a grin under his beard.

"Maybe, if you could manage to score a large number of PS2's that you wanted to get off your hands, I could knock the price down that low. But, tit for tat hon. I can't just cut my prices nearly in half for a smile, no matter how lovely."

She was pretty, but he was trying to focus on the haggle. Not let her distract him, a task made harder by the ramped up hormones he'd been dealing with since he became a ghoul. He had never been particularly good at bargaining, though he had to admit, his voice did throw people off at times, which was useful.
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His fingers slide across her wrist and she instantly knew it was a bad idea to keep going. Something had definitely changed. The internal debate started whether to try and find out what had changed and how it had changed but deep inside she was afraid of the consequences. She tried not to show any of her worries to him but only smiled.

”A good one. A very good one.” she said with a chuckle. She grabbed some money out of her pockets and placed it on the counter. ”Well you can’t blame a girl for trying. That’s four each. It’s all I got with me and all I want to pay. Take it or leave it, your call.”

Not only Toran seemed amused but she as well when he started talking about PS2’s. She laughed loudly and almost mockingly. She stood back and jumped on the counter to sit on it like she had done the other time. Her back towards him so he couldn't see her frowning and pondering.

"Are you kidding me? Do I look like an ordinary cat burglar to you? I don't go into homes just like that for trivial things. The phones the other day were punishments because people tend to neglect their things too easily so then I take them but I do NOT go into homes for PS stealing! And another thing... who the hell still has a PS2? With the four coming now they are practically giving PS3's away."

The girl turned her head to look at him. Her back slightly arched. He was taller than her even now she was sitting up the counter so he would be able to peek in her blouse just that teasing bit.
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He chuckled and shrugged his thick shoulders.

"Don't blame you for trying. Don't want them for gaming or anything. They work a treat for building a high grade computer servers. You link them as parallel processors and can produce something as powerful as a super computer for dirt cheap."

His gaze caught on her teasing arch, his mind stuttering slightly for a moment before he seemed to gather himself, a cough and a soft deep rumble escaping his chest as he brought his mind around to focus more on the task at hand. The woman had a disconcerting habit of throwing his train of thought off the tracks.

"Alright, since you did bring me a good deal of merchandise before, I'll drop it down to three and a half each. Sound fair?"

His silver-blue eyes regard her steadily, one brow raised to see how she'd respond. He's still make a decent profit, since he'd gotten the thermal imaging filters off a contact at bottom prices. Still, couldn't let anyone think he was willing to do business at a loss, that was a sure way of going OUT of business.
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Roisin watched him carefully with a blank gaze. She had no idea what he was talking about. Parallel what? She shrugged. Even if he just needed it to toy around with she was not going to get him these things. She was not going to change her rules now because he wanted PS2's. She had her own ways and rules to survive and up till now it had always worked. Breaking in homes and stealing things always raised too much attention.

Did he just lowered what she had offered? It made her chuckle. He was either an idiot or trying to get in her pants... or both. It was hilarious to say the least. She counted what she had placed too much on the counter and slipped the money in her inner pocket of her vest and closed the zipper of that pocket so it wouldn't fall out.

Roisin pushed him back and positioned herself back on his counter, staring up at him like a playful cat. This was dangerous but she needed to be sure he wasn't just trying to be braver than he felt. Also this was giving him an upside down view of her entire body.

"Done anything special the past few days? It's been calm on the streets. With the end of the year approaching there might be more adventures to find." she didn't really know what she was saying but she needed to say something.
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"I don't get out much."

He scooped up the cash and folded it, then slipped a slim metal box out from under his counter and inserted the money into it. He slipped the money inside the box and closed the lid, then rolled the locking cogs and tossed the entire thing back into his other room and beyond her reach. Her hotness might be distracting him, but it wasn't making him stupid.

"Is my counter comfortable?"

He raised a black eyebrow, his silver-blue eyes regarding her with amusement. His voice a deep dark rumble in the room. He blushed slightly, then took a deep breath and put his hands behind his back, leaning backwards against the wall with his hands pinned. His muscles flexing slightly as he settled back.

If he was trying to get in her pants, he was working very hard at making it something SHE was eager for. The dark ghoul instincts swirling in the back of his mind were being restrained by his iron willpower. He was not going to give in to temptation with this woman unless she made it damned clear she wanted him too. Hopefully she wouldn't push it too hard, since the only one he could go to for help with his issues wouldn't awaken until the sun went down.
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Her blue pearls followed his movements. Every muscle that flexed, every blink of his eyes, his frown at her... He was careful, wasn't he? As if he didn't trust her or was he doubting himself? It made Roisin curious maybe too curious.

"You don't? What a pity. You are good enough to eat. You would get a lot of fun out there... "

The girl restrained herself from saying something more. She licked her lips slowly before smiling at him. Her eyes flashing across his body and the new tattoo. She wanted to see it but was still reluctant to go too far. But then! Oh then he blushed and seemed unsure. That was a good sign. He was trying to be braver than he felt. The girl jumped from the counter and walked around it towards him. Her finger tracing the ink on his skin  

"It is but your couch was more comfortable last time I was here. No drink this time? Or do you get friendly the first time and once you get your money you're done? That is a shame. I like to stay entertained. Can I see the art on your body?" She said with a nod to his arm.
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"I've got drinks in the back, if you want one."

He reached down and slid his fingers under the hem of his muscle shirt sliding it up his muscular torso and off, bunching it in his left hand. He holds out his inked right hand, extending the arm so she can see every inch of his right arm is covered with a huge tattoo, metal plates pulled apart to reveal cogs, gears and wires, as though his arm were a piece of machinery. His shoulder was covered in a huge ball joint. The right side of his torso is covered in a tattoo of metal plates making it look like his shoulder is welded onto his ribs.

Removing his shirt also revealed the nipple piercings and the fine black hair curling on his chest. He turns and walks into the back, ducking through the the blanket. He calls over his shoulder as he walks towards the fridge.

"I've got Whiskey, Scotch or Tequila. What'll you have a glass of?"

His voice is friendly, though the back of his neck shows a slight flush. The thick muscles of his back ripple as he opens up the fridge, turning enough to look over a shoulder at Roisin with his silver-blue eyes. She was hard to read. One moment she was pushing hard, the next she was backing off. He couldn't get a read on her. The back and forth was damaging his calm. In his head he started trying to figure out exactly how long it would be until Lucy was awake and he could vent some of the frustration this woman was building in him.
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Her eyes twinkled with joy when her gaze followed the drawing. Her index finger traced the ink completely with great interest. There was so much detail in this piece. Whoever made it had a steady hand and was a great artist. She got hypnotized by it and stared at the lines, cogs, gears and wires. Until he suddnly moved to the back. Roisin quickly followed him after grabbing the goggles and watched how his muscles moved and flexed while he walked to the fridge.

"Anything but Tequila. Had a nasty hangover a few nights ago from those damned shots."

Even though she seemed to hate the outcome from her Tequila filled night she did had a look of satisfaction and pleasure on her face when she laughed gently. She placed the goggles and took off her vest to lay it on the table as well. The top she was wearing sat tight around her body. She sat down on his couch and playfully licked her lips.
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Toran poured two glasses of whiskey, figuring with the cold outside she'd be good without ice, the drinks were chilled as it was. He bent to reach into the small fridge and free the bottle. It wasn't a cheap whiskey, unlike some of his friends he actually cared about what he drank, and didn't want to use it to clean his industrial equipment. Once the glasses were filled with a solid 6 oz each.

He straightened and turned, pausing when he realized she'd taken her vest off. The damn shirt clung to her torso like a second skin and he couldn't help but notice. He tried to figure out a simple way to put his shirt back on without giving her an advantage, but couldn't figure out how. Resigning himself to having to play her odd game of cat and mouse he walked over and sat on the bench next to her, handing her the glass and raising his to clink it off hers.

Then he took a solid slug of the whiskey, draining nearly half the glass. He rather hoped it would deaden the darker impulses she had racing around the back of his head. He shifted slightly to avoid any incriminating bulges and kept his eyes on the far wall.

"Yeah, tequila can mess a fellow up, I know how that is."

His voice, deep and rolling soft had a bit of a husky burr to it as the whiskey worked it's way down his throat.
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Roisin stared at the glasses. Bloody hell? What was his idea? Getting her drunk?. With a shivering hand, which was not something that happened often, she tapped her glass against his. While biting on her lower lip she pondered how to handle him. She had to be careful but maybe not too much when she saw him down half the content of the glass. Then again he didn’t dare to look at her. These mixed signals were confusing her to say the least. Normally she immediately knew what type of guy she was dealing with and she decided on that what type of game to play to make sure she always had the upper hand but with Toran it was confusing. He gave her control and tried to take it back again. She wasn’t used to taking it step by step.

”Aye Tequila seems to be too Spanish for my Irish ass.”

She said with a chuckle before taking a careful sip from her drink to taste if it was good. Her nose wriggled above the liquid while she let the smell fill her nostrils. It was a very good bottle he had hidden away in his fridge. The girl sat back and turned her form a bit towards him, looking at him from head to toe. There was this tension between them that annoyed her because she couldn’t figure out what to do with it and how to approach it. There was something primal about him. He was so different than their first meeting.

”Then again if Tequila can mess a big guy like you up then I shouldn’t be too ashamed of my little hangover.”
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He chuckled and shifted to look at her. Taking another sip of his glass he shook his head

"Naw, Tequila is a magical drink, bringing madness to many of all nations."

His voice was a touch husky from the whiskey but still deep, a quiet rumble that seemed to fill the room. His silver-blue eyes regarded her, trying to figure her out like a puzzle. She kept shifting tactics on him. One minute flirting hard, next minute backing down, then flirting again. Was she just screwing with him? Trying to make him lose his composure? He'd already given up a solid grand for reasons that perplexed him a bit. After all, she'd only been in there once before. Still, she seemed to have calmed down on the flirting front, so maybe he didn't need to worry as much.

Course, that shirt was like a second skin. It couldn't have been THAT cold out. Gah, think of something else. Toran started working through complicated circuits in his head, tracing electrical resistance and figuring out the amplitude needed to cause each circuit to blow. It was an old trick he'd used to get out of trouble on more than one occasion. Course, it also let him figure out how to fry something with power surges, but that was just incidental. The POINT was that as long as he was running circuits in his head he wasn't thinking about her soft figure and the trouble it could cause him.

"Irish hmm? Should have figured. My family's all Scottish, though we ended up traveling to the US and Canada."

Should be a safe enough topic, right?
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”Magical drink? Ha! I’m not in the mood to go Leprechaun chasing again because you never find the pot of gold of those damn bastards! Nah... I’m fine with my glass of liquid gold.” she jokingly said with her voice level slightly up.

The girl burst out laughing when he mentioned “Irish?” As if he hadn’t heard her accent yet. He was clearly trying to get his mind of things... maybe of her? It was dangerous to keep pushing buttons with a guy his seize and who was downing drinks the way he was doing but she always felt so alive when she was exploring that fine line between safety and danger. She placed a warm hand on his shoulder while she was still laughing and didn’t even realise she was touching him. Once her laughter died she leaned back and shook her head.

”Well you are the first to question my green heritage. It’s not like it’s some sort of secret and I can’t hide my accent completely. So yes I’m Irish. You come from the Highlanders? Hmm, nothing in your accent to prove it though.”

Roisin teasingly thickened her own accent during her talking. She crossed one leg over the other and the tip of her foot was just touching him, rubbing the side of his leg gently when it nervously went up and down. Her blue pearls inspecting every inch of his body. A shiver went down her spine causing goose bumps to appear all over her body.
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"Well, Jersey tends to strip your of an accent when you're born there. First in my family born in the states."

His voice is deep, a rolling husky growl, lacking any Scottish accent at all. His skin shivers slightly as she starts touching his skin. He looks around for his shirt but he left it over by the fridge. Unfortunately he can't just get up and go get it since she was rubbing her foot against his leg. He shifts awkwardly, the physical sensation causing a response all along his body. A faint flush spreading across his cheeks and neck as he tries to take a few slow, deep breaths to return to his calm. Reminding himself that he'll be able to vent his frustrations just as soon as Lucy drops by for another visit.

She was eyeing him like a piece of meat and... a big part of him, that dark hungry voice in the back of his head, wanted to respond. Wanted to take her, push her up against the wall and tear that tight blouse straight off. He closed his silver-blue eyes for a moment, taking another few slow, deep breaths. He can't help the reaction in his sweats, but he can make sure he doesn't move, doesn't grab her and roughly claim her body.

He took another swallow of his whiskey and sets the glass down on a nearby table from memory, his eyes still closed. His other hand, almost of it's own volition reaches out and traps the foot rubbing against his leg, raising it and massaging the long muscle of her leg in a very, very firm grip.

"You got something on your mind?"

His voice is deep, even huskier as he works to keep his control solid, but now that his hand was on her, he really wanted what she kept flaunting at him, his silver-blue eyes opening and regarding her with a solid hunger. His other hand reaching out and gripping her blouse right between her breasts, pulling her towards him and seeking her lay a hungry whiskey laden kiss on her laughing lips.
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What was he doing? First she noticed that blush and then he closed his eyes. He took slow breaths and she took advantage of that moment to take slow and deep but silent breaths herself. What was she doing? She needed to stop! Get up and leave. It was not that hard. Move your feet and get up... walk to the door... open it and disappear. Why was it so hard to do is? Instead she took a large sip from her drink and opened her eyes. She saw him put down his glass and she suspected he would throw her out. It made her chuckle to herself that she had been so foolish to play games with him only to get a better deal. But this was who she was: a gamer, a gambler... trying to find the best deal and get fun out of it. Searching for new adventures and challenges but normally she was very well prepared but now she felt herself slip into a submissive state.

His hand grabbed her foot and she felt the firm grip on her leg. A bit too firm for her taste. It made her aware of just how far she was crossing the line and how deep she was getting sucked in her own game... but the rules had changed. He had changed them.

"On my mind?... I... "

Roisin hesitantly said right before he grabbed her and pulled her close to kiss her. Intense. Passionate. Full of lust. It was a quick, swift grip at her blouse that kept her close to him. It happened so fast she accidently dropped her glass and froze in that moment. She didn't know what to do. She didn't touch him nor did she move but she slowly kissed him back. Suddenly she pulled back and slapped him on the cheek. Her eyes looked at him fiercely but somewhere deep down also something was calling out for him... for more!

"Sorry... I... what are we... sorry."
English and Gaelic
"Us Irish girls we drink, fight and fuck... preferably in that order."
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