Making the rounds.

~Visiting the Docks last night had gone as smooth as could be expected, Deek seemed to have everything under control - though the real surprise had been seeing that Pomme de Sang hanging there with him. Apparently she had been with him to work before, helping him keep everything in order while the shipments went in and out of dock. Of course, since she was there why not ask her for a few more viels of her blood - to save the trouble of hunting her down in the coming weeks while preparing for Christian's wakening. Deciding to stay the rest of the evening, catching the work orders up, finishing off some paper work and allowing Deek the time to get his hands a little dirty and get the shit out and on the market she decided to stay even after most of the staff, and the young Brujah had retired for the daylight. It was longer than she had expected to stay away from Christians resting place, but how could she leave when all that work needed to be done. No word of Morton making a surprise visit had been spread, so perhaps the Prince of the city would leave her - and Christian's business the fuck alone while the Brute rested in Torpor. Kate had stayed with her into the morning hours, being at least somewhat helpful, though she had expected to get paid for her assistance - what the fuck ever, she could write Christian a bill. The girl had promised to show up in a couple weeks to 'donate' some more of her rather exspensive blood in order to feed it to Christian without having that kid around. THe last thing she needed was him going freakin crazy and trying to suck the Pomme dry, which of course, would end up with a Frenzy and then they'd have a whole new set of problems on their hands.~

~It was nearly the afternoon by the time she had finished at the Docks, paper work just wasn't all that exciting and there were a lot of smaller details that needed to be paid attention to. Christian hadn't had time to wrap all his loose ends up do to the fashion in which this whole Torpor thing had taken place - but she had done what had needed to be done, or at least that was what she was now telling herself. With lack of sleep, she had driven herself back to the Den in that large truck, swinging by the Loft to make sure that nothing was wrong on the home front, and picking up something to eat since it had been hours. Once back at the Den, she first checked on Christians resting spot - satisfied that nothing had changed since she left - and then once scouting the area to make sure she was alone had shifted back into her Wolf form. Finding a warm, comfortable spot in the sun that was out of view from anyone who might come to visit her at the Den - but still allowed her a direct visual of the hidding spot of her Lover, Christian, she slept - ears constantly twitching, waking at even the smallest noise to check it out... she'd run herself right into the ground if she kept this shit up.~

Guard Dog.

~How long had it been since she had stayed in her Wolf form for an entire 24 hour period, years maybe, before Christian? Once he had been settled into hidding, concealed along the rock wall with such skill that any who would find him would instantly be cause for alarm and be considered as a threat. She had laid out in the sun, bathing herself in its warmth for the daylight hours - certain no one would bother his resting place while the sun was still raised high in the air - but refused to leave, and allow them even a chance to consider it. Her evening would be spent hunting, feeding - never once trailing too far from her home or from his place of rest - always within hearing distance. She planned on staying in this form for nearly the entire time, of course she had promised to stop by the Docks now and again, making sure Deek was 'alive' and handing things as well as could be expected. But, even then it would be a short trip out - perhaps she'd stop by Mortons before heading back to the woods to speak with him in reguards to Hayden, and if he still loomed within the city walls. Morton had been the only one she had spoken to, advising him, as her sobs came over the line, that Christian had been put into Torpor as they had discussed and of course asking him what proof she could possibly come up with to prove that she was telling the turth. The call had seemed enough, he had said some comforting words that she was unable to hear over her crying and they had both hung up - fine, it was done. The only other contact she had made after stabbing Christian through the heart had been to Deek - and she hadn't said a word, only listened to the sharp ringing of the line until he had picked up and in lazy slang after waking early in the evening had mummbled a greeting before she hung up. It was only to check and make sure that putting Christian to sleep hadn't cause the young Brujah any harm.. so the sound of his voice had been more than enough.

Golden Wolf eyes scanned her surrounding, eyeing the darkness that surrounded the Den and the dense forest beyond - hunting. Patience would be tested, since she refused to leave the immediate area she would have to wait motionless for opportunities, both large and small, to feed and keep herself strong. Of course, if she couldn't find herself a meal there was always the option of switching back to her Mortal form.. but that put her in a weaker state, and if Hayden himself were to show up.. it was a risk she would have rather not taken.~

Christian is gone, and I'm alone.

~It may have been one of the most difficult tasks she had ever been forced to do, but still, she had done it. Driving that stake into her Lovers heart, sending him into Torpor.. if you would have asked her years earlier if she would have believed herself capible of such a task she would have replied confidently with a shake of her head, sending those pretty chocolate locks into her face and whispered 'never'. Yet, after all that had happened, there was little choice. Hayden was looming in the city of Detroit, the streets were becoming crowded with Power and threats. Christian's humanity had dropped to a dangerous level and Morton, Prince of the city had had enough - it was time, as he had put it, to put Christian to sleep, to regain his control and allow him to build back his humanity. The fear had been there, that Morton himself would take control of this task - but with begging, pleading, she had managed to persude the Elder to allow her the control to 'save' him. Is that was she was doing... saving her Brujah from himself? It hadn't felt that way as he had demanded she release him, as she held him against his will, chained to the table with no escape and had literally forced her Lover into Torpor.

It wasn't supposed to be that way, he was supposed to be ready, willing to do this to keep them both safe from Hayden and his wrath. Did it matter how they had gotten there, or was it the final result that mattered - Hayden would get tired of being unable to locate the Brujah, or at the very least, hopefully decide he was of no threat, and leave the city. Once that was done, she could wake him... and he should 'live' yet again, return to their world. Or at least that was what he had told her, had promised would happen - he would return. Her heart ached at the very thought of him not returning, her fears eating at her constantly for the weeks leading up to this moment, and now, through the hours that had passed. She had to believe he hadn't lied, that he'd be in her life again soon enough, but after this passing year... was it silly to believe in anything.. no amount of praying, begging, faith or hope would fix the past - what was done, was done and there was no going back. ~