#v.silent watcher

Frank : Why does Jack smell nicer than anyone else?

also Frank : I'm not going to listen to Weylen and ask Jack if what Weylen has said is correct.

Meanwhile

Weylen : I'm going to kill him...

Jack stopped in his tracks, yes he wasn't on their territory and that was fine for most of the night. However, there was always someone who just had to rain on his parade. At this moment, 6 armed goons were circling him, coming out of bushes while he had simply taken a stroll in a park, hoping to find a willing participant.

The Salubri looked around. "I would suggest you just move along gentlemen,really wouldn't tempt the devil on that one." he honestly warmed them.The guys laughed. "There's only one of you and six of us, what are you going to do, vamp?"Jack smiled, a sinister smile."Me? Nothing.I'm just strolling through here in peace, my man. Not interested in creating any trouble."

He titled his head. In his state of humanity, he had to make sense of some victims, those were deserving of pain and pain led to consent anyway. It was a bit of a twisted way to think about it. "You blood suckers really have made a number on the city, one less always makes me sleep better." Jack cocked an eyebrow. Ah, that changed things.

There was a tighter scarf around his neck. Usually he had it on to keep unwanted teeth from it, but it served another purpose now too. He listened to Igraine, in complete silence. Eyes on her with a focus and intent. Weylen had agreed to let him come back to work because his compulsion had gotten out of hand, he needed some empathetic actions to calm the beast for good and regain control. Which, in a ED, plenty to go around.

As the Toreador asked the question, he breathed in slowly. Voice, worked with air, yet he had no voice box that was intact, it was slowly coming back together, but all he could do for now, was merely move his lips and whisper at a supernatural low. "The Sabbat takes, it does not care...for politics or territory or who I belong to." he explained. To younger vampires, they were almost a myth, rarely rapid in bigger cities anymore, not in the US anyway.

"They consume, they are unapologetic about their beast and thus... it was inevitable." He paused, it wasn't pain. It was strain, physical strain. The tissue was not mended enough for a conversation. "I...survived...worse."

Encounters with the Sabbat were rare these nights.Encounters with Tzimisce and Gangrel, well that was just he unlucky night. As soon as Jack had locked eyes with them, he had known, the trouble he was in.

He had been out with Himiko, a concert. He was happy for a little distraction from the mundane and the evening had been quite nourishing with the music and the ambiance. Made him forget the world for a bit. Jack put a hand on her arm and pulled her behind him. Slowly backing away. He pushed her away from him. He turned to look at her. She was younger, much younger. "Go...don't look back. "he ordered. "Go Himiko" he whispered with a serious urgency in his voice. Jack would by them both some time, while she could get to safety, he would hold them off. It wouldn't be the first time.

The fight that had ensued was brutal, Jack, built like a tank,endured, thanks to his natural talents. Negating much damage, throwing it back at them. Even if he slaughtered two, the blood bursts he forced himself to have to compensate for wounds and intensity in discipline were starting to get him to the edge of what he could withstand. They were relentless, true to their sect. They wanted him as they had noticed what he really was. The inevitable claw at his neck put him to his knees. Blood gushing from it. Half of it missing.

Jack did not really remember much after that. The beast had taken over and his mind had gone blank. From hunger, from aggravated damage, he could not say. He knew that he had hit the ground, feeling teeth get to the wound as he tried to jerk away.

Discretion was a key word for their kind. They had become whispers for a reason. Especially in modern days. Too many cameras, too many paper trails and looking at the ambulance in front of him was already souring his mood a bit.

Summer nostalgia

"Are we ? " Jack asked, voice hushed. Bold statement coming from a younger vampire. As much as they prided themselves to be vampires, they carried all of humanity's flows. He looked at her with that simple patriarchal look, the one judging and feeling superior. That one look that made you feel unworthy. "Are you really free of the painful emotion caused by consciousness of guilt,shortcoming, impropriety? ...do you really know no ignominy? ...are you that sure that you are above censure or reproach ? "

He titled his head, his tone carrying that mockery of talking to a child. "Do you not feel shame when embarrassment, dishonor, disgrace, inadequacy, humiliation or chagrin is pushed onto you? Do you keep proud even when you are wrong in the face of an elder? "

Louisiana was a special place for any of the supernatural world. A hotspot for the occult and the freedom to exist in a certain way. And while he was not from there, the french side of him enjoyed that feeling of old France lingering in certain parts. A persistent dance with Death that was always so charming and enticing.

His presence in the bayou had no purpose other than meeting his Sire and reconnect with some faces. They were apex because of their schemes, it kept everyone safe most of the time. Knowing the gossip and the changes was always a plus to have. Plus, Jack loved the gossip, a true harpy at heart. He couldn't help himself. When you lived that long, all was interesting.