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Cesare vs. Sylvia (Territory Claim)
Cesare was reading the paper, sipping his morning coffee when the news of the Sylvia Redbright scandal broke. Good. He appreciated that so far Samantha had held up to her end of the bargain. All things considered, he had hoped she would but certainly hadn't expected it from her. Over time, Cesare has learned that people can be slippery like that, especially when you give them an opportunity for it. So far, Samantha has been solid. He likes her.
That morning he arranges a meeting with the press in one of the private function rooms of his hotel, somewhere private, where he cannot be interrupted. He's dressed in a suit, though his normal, somewhat ostentatious cufflinks are traded in for something more modest, and he's standing at a lectern on which his speech is written, a speech that he had written weeks prior.
"I am not the representative for my Nest and I speak solely for myself. However, I am certain when I say that President Redbright's behaviour has been shocking, appalling and harrowing. She has lead not one, not two, but three of the most prominent factions within this city and she has done so with underhand deals, deception and subterfuge. It is dishonest. It is corrupt. And it is undiplomatic.
When given the opportunity to be the voice of the people, she has used this power not for good, but for her own crooked personal gain. She has betrayed the people she was charged with representing, and that is why it is only right that she surrender a portion of the territories that she has dishonestly acquired, and give them to the Night Council that she has cheated for so long.
I am asking not for my own personal gain, but as a concerned citizen who has had enough of her corruption. It is time that she be held to account for her actions."
That morning he arranges a meeting with the press in one of the private function rooms of his hotel, somewhere private, where he cannot be interrupted. He's dressed in a suit, though his normal, somewhat ostentatious cufflinks are traded in for something more modest, and he's standing at a lectern on which his speech is written, a speech that he had written weeks prior.
"I am not the representative for my Nest and I speak solely for myself. However, I am certain when I say that President Redbright's behaviour has been shocking, appalling and harrowing. She has lead not one, not two, but three of the most prominent factions within this city and she has done so with underhand deals, deception and subterfuge. It is dishonest. It is corrupt. And it is undiplomatic.
When given the opportunity to be the voice of the people, she has used this power not for good, but for her own crooked personal gain. She has betrayed the people she was charged with representing, and that is why it is only right that she surrender a portion of the territories that she has dishonestly acquired, and give them to the Night Council that she has cheated for so long.
I am asking not for my own personal gain, but as a concerned citizen who has had enough of her corruption. It is time that she be held to account for her actions."
Cesare
But she says it's about Sylvia.
She doesn't think he'll pass up the opportunity to gloat.
Whether or not he opts to join her, Natasha shows up at the hotel promptly and heads for the bar to wait.
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So when Natasha arrives, Cesare is there after a few minutes, sliding up next to her at the bar and ordering the two of them drinks. It's fairly quiet now. Neither of them have to worry about being overheard.
"Are you here to switch sides now or try to get me to let up on Sylvia?" Cesare asks with a smile as he sits himself down. He knows well at this point that Natasha has been firmly on the side of the Redbright Institute, despite his attempts to the contrary.
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Her mouth turns up ruefully. She doesn't have to feign her discomfort with the situation. That's the trick to doing what she does: the emotions are real, because she's not entirely comfortable with the situation. She's not happy to have tied her fortune to Sylvia here then have scandal come out. That doesn't mean she's not loyal or that she has any intention of actually changing sides, but that part, Cesare doesn't have to know.
The fact she's disappointed in her faction's leadership is enough.
"Unofficially... Maybe a little of column A, little of column B."
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"I've played this game before, Ms. Romanoff. I know it ends in heartache." She's lead him on for long enough in the past that he knows that no matter the level of disappointment she feigns right now, she's ultimately on the side of Redbright. She's Rebdright's woman through and through and if Natasha wants to convince Cesare of otherwise, she's going to have to do something pretty brash.
"Though tell Sylvia I look forward to our next meeting. She barely paid attention to me last time we spoke. Perhaps this time she will."
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At least, she suspected. She might still have hoped it wouldn't come to this.
"I'll pass along your message," she says with an air of regret, of resignation. "Hopefully that doesn't mean you won't at least have a drink with me. I had something other than scotch in mind."
He doesn't have to believe she's making a complete turn, doesn't even have to believe she's going off the wagon for good. All Natasha needs is for the gambit to be big enough to keep him interested, keep him talking a little longer, keep him curious where this kind of compromise might lead.
She does a good job of hiding the cold sweat that breaks on the back of her neck at the thought of human blood.
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Cesare casually runs his palm up her spine, settling his fingers in the back of her hair as he talks to Natasha.
"This is Jessica," he says with a smirk. If Natasha is going to make certain suggestions, Cesare is damn well going to see if they hold any weight.
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She's the one who started this, and she's not going to swerve so easily.
"Would it be possible to go somewhere more private?" she asks rather than argue. "It's been a while... might be better not to have that out in the open here."
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He gives Jessica a twirl and moves her over to one of the sofas where she politely waits for Natasha to join her, smiling, hands in her lap. Cesare sits across from them, drink still in hand.
"What prompted the change of heart?" he asks, still trying to figure out if this is real.
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She shakes her head a little, giving him a wry look. Not a smile. "Seemed like a good night to fall off the wagon."
A pause. She doesn't trust Cesare, but she has to say one other thing. There are sacrifices she's willing to make for this mission, but she'll only compromise herself so far.
"You'll make sure I don't get carried away with her?"
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"Of course. I like this one. I wouldn't let you hurt her." He smiles at Jessica who smiles back giggles, though it's not clear if that's out of amusement or slight nerves.
"Go ahead."
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But his assurance is what she's got. She doesn't intend to lose control, but who does.
Gently, she takes the girl's wrist and turns it up, her eyes going to the blue veins visible through the skin. It's almost an effort, in a weird way, to relax enough to let her fangs descend. She's been fighting the urge so long that it's become habit. Or maybe it's fear of what will happen next.
It does happen though, with a sigh, and she lifts the girl's wrist to her lips.
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"Good, hmm?" he asks, knowing fully well that the chances of Natasha being able to reply are slim. She's focused on drinking, he has no doubt. He smirks. What a surprising, delightful turn of events. If Natasha weren't taken, he would touch her, running his hand soothingly over her back and neck. But instead, he keeps his hands politely where they are. Ever the gentleman, Mr Borgia.
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He's right, though, at least about this. It is good, and she can't hide that she enjoys this or that she missed it.
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But eventually he starts to notice the poor girl becoming woozy and unsteady, and Cesare puts a staying hand on Natasha's back to tell her it's time to stop for now. His word is his word.
"That's enough. We want to keep her around, don't we?"
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The words had been different then, though.
Natasha doesn't let go of the girl immediately. It takes a short few seconds for her to remember how to draw her fangs out of the girl's skin gently, how to stop the work in her mouth and throat.
When she does finally draw away, it's panting and dazed herself, like a brand new vampire rather than one with a few decades under her belt.
She licks her lips as she comes down, finally focusing on Cesare.
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"Better than sex, hmm?" he asks, knowing damn well that it is. At least it always is for him. Personally, though, he has always had a penchant for mixing the two when he could. That's part of the reason why he so rarely dates other vampires: half of the fun in the bedroom is gone when there's no blood worth drinking pulsing through their veins.
"I can send you some to take home, if you'd like." He's already standing up again, moving to grab her another drink from the fridge under the desk.
"And you have blood on your shirt."
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She wipes her face in a daze and shakes her head.
"Thanks," she says, her attention going to Jessica then. "Don't know if that'll be necessary."
She's not sure it won't be. Is she really supposed to go back to pig blood after that?
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"Just a nightcap then," he says with a reassuring smile. "For when you're feeling peckish. We should make this a regular thing, if you'd like..." That's what Natasha wants after all, isn't it? To spend time with him? Hope that she convince him of things? The least he can do is give her an opportunity.
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She doesn't expect him to change his mind though.
Mostly she hopes he'll try to change hers, and drop some information along the way. If he listens to her every so often along the way, it would be a bonus but nothing she counts on. She knows she doesn't have that kind of pull.
"It just seemed like a good night to fall of the wagon. It's been..." She shrugs. "I guess it makes you wonder if Redbright is quite as admirable as it seems. The institute, not the person."
The person, Natasha holds no illusions about.
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"You can say that again. It would be smart to remember that they only let our kind in there very recently indeed. Redbright is not there to help vampires. It allows them."
He gives Jessica a wink and, with a smile, she gets up to leave the room, leaving the two of them to talk in private.
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But he doesn't need to. He just has to be interested enough to keep the communication open between them, to give her opportunities. That comes with a risk. It comes with greater temptation for herself.
"I know how you feel about that, but there are worse things than allowing vampires. It's a start. I think—I thought, at least—that it could grow from there."
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"Vying for the roll of Chancellor are you? I confess: the Romanoff Institute does have a ring to it." He's joking. For now at least. If Natasha turned around and told him she was hoping to overthrow Sylvia though, he would help her without question, as long as he didn't have to get his hands dirty. Cesare has always hated Sylvia. He doesn't try to hide that. At least he won't to Natasha.
See? There's an opportunity. It's working already.
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She might not be part of a nest, but he'd definitely love to have a vampire installed in another position of power in London.
"I don't think the school is quite ready for that."
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"Not that I would kick poor Sylvia while she's down, of course," he says with an amused smile that shows he doesn't mean a word of it.
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