The Squirrel....Manchester 28 April 2007

She slipped quietly from the alley, moving toward the street intent on hunting again tonight for another haven, another lair of the rogue. She had found two so far. She knew now that the rogue was female...she had several samples and items that she was readying for the Prince. Fursa, it was strange that she knew her as her sire but still thought more of her as Prince.

Sur une plage tout en nuages
Je courais je courais
Et j'entendais crier
Le vent la mer et les orages
Tout autour de moi

She pushed one hand into the back pocket of her dirty jeans and stepped out onto the sidewalk stopping dead. Molotov...her gaze swept over his form quickly and she froze watching him cross the street. The woman that came before him muttered things just loud enough to catch her attention. Mol nodded as he passed going inside.

Moving away from Cameron she slipped through the door, weaving through the tables toward the stairs. Nodding to Matt she looked to Mol and headed up the steps moving out onto the balcony. The sound of his boots on the stairs reached her ears and she gripped the rail tightly. The conversation was stilted because she wasn't sure any longer of who she was or where she stood.

" There were a few things I left at your haven. " leaning her hip against the wall and loosening the grip on the rail..

"Yeah. I suppose you did." Molotov sipped

"I didn't want to impose or force you to endure my presence...you can burn them if you like.."

"See...I told you you'd hates me once you knew me" he said and took another swig of the ale.

Hate him good God above, he thought she hated him. If her heart could beat it would have been slamming like a jackhammer into her ribs, her breathing would have been ragged and tight from controling the tears and the anger.

Contre les vagues contre mes larmes
Je courais je courais
Je savais que j'allais
Rencontrer la chose magique
Et tu Ètais lý

Turning to look at him intently "Hate you....you don't know anything do you?" Pushing off the wall shaking her head slowly "You don't..." letting the words trail off

Molotov shrugs. "Whatever. I'm sure it makes perfect sense to you."

Curling her fingers tightly "No...but then I'm a quivering coward aren't I. What the hell would I know?"

Molotov takes a swig cooly smirks. "Oh, no *I'm* th' enemy, eh?"

"Isn't that what you want...isn't that what you were aiming for all along. Well tough f*ck Mol...*You* aren't..."

Molotov sets his jaw. "F*ck no. I wasn't aimin' for anything. All I know iz tha' everyone goes to pieces and I get blamed fer tryin' to sort thru it"

Stepping forward .."I'm not blaming you for anything...Nothing. Do you hear? Or are you so God damn stubborn that you can't....oh f*ck this"

Molotov looks over "Ya' know...what did you really x-pect from a f*ckin' psychotic paranoid anyway, lady?" leaves his mug and reaches a hand to his neck, slips off the pendant "I imagine you'll want this back" leaving it on the railing

"No I don't Dammit...you don't know what I want you can't ask..you f*cking assume"

Molotov looks clueless

Looking at the pendant " First I don't want that back...I gave it to you...and only you.." lifting her gaze to meet his...whispering " I love you....f*cking get used to it..." spins toward the door

Molotov blinks behind shades. "Oh." taking up the pendant and slowly slips it back on, letting it settle under the t.

Her head pounded and her palms felt the pain of her curled claws as she began to relax. She was so new to this pain, to the emotions that she felt in her chest, in her heart. She was virtually a child when dealing with love, emotions of the heart and she felt inept, unsure and afraid. Who had she to turn to to express the feelings and the fear. She watched him replace the pendant and felt it was a start. To what she wasn't certain...but something.

C'est mon rÍve de toujours
Au go t des plus mauvais jours
Tu es lý tu es lý
Et je vois briller le monde
C'est le rÍve que je fais
Aujourd'hui plus que jamais
Tu es lý tu es lý
Et ma vie change avec toi

Molotov shrugs, sinking hands into coat pockets. "So now what?"

Catherine quietly " That Mol is up to you...I left because I felt thats what you wanted. Not what I wanted at all. But...Thank You.." lifting her hand to stare at the indentations from her claws

"I...I don't trust you Doc." Molotov says "Tha's th' problem."

Catherine just nods not looking at him... slipping her hands into her pockets "I suppose thats the answer then isn't it? I don't know how to get you to trust me. "

Molotov shrugs sadly. "I'm not really shure how m'self..."

Shaking her head slowly... "When you know...or have an idea. Let me know. I have a mission I guess. If it works fine if not fine..." letting her voice drop to a whisper.." Just know that I do love you Molotov..my first and my last"

Molotov frowns. "Well I...wha' mission?"

"I'm going after the Rogue, she's mine. If I get her alls well and good if she's better or faster...then no loss."

"Th' hell you are...ain't backup called for?"

Catherine her voice still low.." Liam wants to back me up...I don't want the cops there, Fursa is not up to it...I *don't* trust Sandra..thats why I'm doing this alone.."

Molotov shrugs. "Well, I think I can handle it"

Catherine shakes her head..."Its not that I don't trust you...you have enough on your plate. You have ..worth here Mol. I'm the *interloper* the one that is suspect for some reason because of using Wyatt.."

Molotov shrugs and chuckles. "Since no one will tell me anythin', I got nuthin' on m' plate." she turns half way to look at him ...

Dans une ville Ètrange et vide
Je suis seule je suis seule
Des ombres me font peur
Je vais me perdre ou me noyer
Mais tu viens me sauver

"You have more than you think..."Smiling slightly

Molotov shrugs. "M'be. Either way, you could use the x-tra eye out"

Catherine nods and looks away "I'll let you know...when. I told Liam I'd keep him informed" Molotov nods and her hand moving inside the pocket as her fingers link to a crossed position the slight smile curving her lips as the flash of anger lights her gaze as he finishes off his ale

"I won't take up anymore of your time Mol.."

Molotov shrugs. "Didn't say you were Doc. Just...well...don't quite know wha' to say."

C'est mon rÍve de toujours
Au go t des plus mauvais jours
Tu es lý tu es lý
Et je vois briller le monde
C'est le rÍve que je fais
Aujourd'hui plus que jamais
Tu es lý tu es lý
Et ma vie change avec toi

Catherine shrugs slightly keeping the emotion from her voice.." You said what was important you don't trust me and you don't know what to do about that. I have alot I could say but it would be a waste of your time..you've felt these emotions before ...they are new to me.."

"Yea, I gu..." Molotov nods. "I'll just go then" as he turns and walks out her body slumped against the rail and her hand clenched tightly again.

Moving from the loft and heading down the back way her steps took her out into the alley. Continuing on as she had begun her mind on so many things. Most important how to keep the others from finding out what she was planning. Fursa ...yes, Fursa..her meeting with her sire was there in her thoughts. She had a family but her sire didn't remember her or that she had been sired and then there was Mol, the Brujah that held her heart but didn't trust her.

The night was waiting as she turned down the next alley and began the hunt for yet another of the ManHaters havens, giving herself time to concieve her plan.

[Lyrics: "Mon reve de toujours" (My Everlasting Dream) by Eddy Marnau/Jean-Pierre Gussaud. Sung by: Celine Dion.]