Dancing with the devil (Leila)

Adbul came to Sorayya, full with pedophilic lust and corrupted desire, Leila fought against him, ripping, torning and slashing his flesh using the snake form that Tantra tough to her. Adbul evilness was spread in the floor, as tar covering more and more space inside the small room that contained the huge cobra. As the tar covered the room's floor its walls and ceiling were shrinkin, small and small.

The tar touched Leila's scales burning her, it was like acid but not only physical but emotional, like it was the memory attacking her from it. Tantra's words became present in the dream, small demons came to exist, spawning from the tar, pulling the scales of the snake, ripping them from her. The cobra fought vigorously but the demons were just too many and for each that Leila could destroy two more took its place. Eventually she was fully covered by the tar like her father embrace restraining her movement in a tyranic act of power.

As Sorayya fought her emotions became stronger and stronger, allowing her to wake up for the nauseus nightmare that had her.

It was just a dream...

The living room seem exactly like last night, well ornated and beautifully decorated with carpets and crystal pieces of art. In the usual chair there was Tantra, wearing a beautiful black dress that made her golden hair and cobalt eyes to shine like they were live on their own, this time however was another person with her, a well dressed gentleman of dark blond hair and blue eyes with the typical british accent for what Leila could her as she entered.

"There she is" said Tantra when Leila entered to the room.

"Come Leila dear, let me introduce you to Dr. Samuel Garrison"

Spoiler:

Dr Garrison stood up from his chair ready, bottom up his tux and approached one step to the incoming lady, saying in a perfect british accent.
"It's my pleasure Miss Leila"

Dr. Garrison said with a perfect smile on his face.
"Just like you said Tantra. Beautiful and direct"

Tantra giggle with Samuel about what seem to be some kind of joke. Then she said:
"She has a lot to learn my Dear Brother. You see what did I call you?"

Samuel looked down on Sorayya like examining her. After a few moments after he answer with his veredict.
"I'll help you Dear Sister, might take me a day or two, and I need her to be with me at all times. Is she ready to leave this sanctuary?"

Tantra deeply though about it and finally answered.
"I trust you to guide her outside of here Dear Brother, please take good care of her, she is still naive about the world outside."

"I certainly will" he answered.

"Welcome to New York City Leila, I understand thats your kindred name, congratulations about your second birth. Outside this walls, however, we will use you kine name, as we used mine here. Its critically important that you keep your senses very alert, there are many perils these nights. Are you ready for that dear Sorayya?"

Samuel offered a bow to Tantra, and his arm to Leila to be his scort in this new adventure

Tantra's eyes were cold, she looked almost offended by Sorayya's words, something like that assassin gaze of hers came on her eyes. It was obvious in all senses. A second after Tantra seem to have the intention to move forward to Sorayya the mere intention was very intimidating, Sorayya's intuition warned her about a lethal danger coming to her just in that split of a second.

Samuel in a very fast reply smiled to Tantra flashing her perfect teeth to her in a predator kind of look, that was something between a threat and a subtle message for her that Sorayya could not fully understand. Then he said to his protegee.
"Leila...

Being a kindred it's about hiding in plain sight, not to flash over the multitude, even more, we as Followers of the Dark Father embrace darkness in every action we engage.

I'm sure that my Dear Brother Hasani demonstrate that to you, I'm also sure that my Dear Sister Tantra told you about this subjects and now its my turn. Please be aware to my words because they might be the difference between your existance and your final death.

There is nothing wrong about your cloths, that doesn't define you, your actitude defines what others see of you. Don't focus on your appearance anymore, it doesn't matter.

Do you agree?"

Leila's words didn't seem to comfort Tantra in the minimun, she was still staring to her with a deathwish in her gaze. At least she answered to Samuel saying.
"I will trust her to you my Dear Brother, please teach her all she needs about THIS."

Samuel smiled to her and bowed again.
"As you wish.

Let's go Leila, it's time to leave"

He moved to the secret passage Sorayya already knew, slide the carpet aside and entered with Sorayya through the hallway and from there to the night club. As usual there were loud music, people jumping and dancing around, alot of liquor and many other "stuff". The stroboscopic lights were making the scene flash before Sorayya, like a rapid serious of pictures one after the other dancing to the beep of music.

Once in the room crowed with the most unusual people Samuel stopped to fix Sorayya robe's collar, and to smile to her with the most gorgeus smile she had ever seen.

Eventually the couple reached the outter exit, there was an old limousine waiting, a mature woman was standing with the back sit door open, waiting for Samuel to arrive. The woman was well dressed, sober and serious, nothing like Hasani or Tantra who were more like exhuberant and luxurious. Samuel made a hand sign asking the woman that was following with his eyes to wait.

He left Sorayya, leaving her in the middle of the short passage from the night club's door to the stairs that lead to the street up above, and right two steps away from her he turned again to see her. Then he said looking at Sorayya, loud enough for others to look at her.
"What a beautiful dress! Don't you think?"

Sorayya's emotion started to erupt from her inside almost burning in humilliation. Why would this man wanted to show her in the bare streets wearing nothing but raggs? It was absurd!

In the same second that though was crossing through her mind something snaped inside, something was not right... what... what... she could not believe her eyes! There was a small patch of water in the floor, black as the night reflected in it, as Sorayya's reflection also...


Even her hair style changed, her dress, her shoes... everything was different. She was dress with beautiful jewelry and stuning make up.

Many of the present looked to Sorayya in awe, women and men, all fascinated by the look of such a beautiful creature dressed like an angel in the middle of hell.

Samuel said to Sorayya.
"Let's go dearling. The night awaits!" calling Sorayya to his side and then to the limousine where the woman was still standing paciently.

At the exact moment when Sorayya got inside of the vehicule her cloths turned again to normal, the same boring and ugly robe she had wear since this whole thing started.

Samuel stood outside of the vehicule and said:
"Let's go Elizabeth, we will make the introductions as we go."

Lizbeth moved quickly to the driver' spot and once inside turned on the car, ready to go. Samuel got inside the car that the very last moment and closed the door behind him. The limousine started moving.

Half block away Samuel casually look to Sorayya and asked to her.
"Do you see my point?

You need nothing to look as you want to look, everyone will see what you want them to see. As I made you all believe that you were dressing in gala"

Dr. Garrison was smiling, relaxing in the sit right next to Sorayya.

Samuel was paciently waiting for Sorayya's answer and Elizabeth silently driving the car while both of her passangers were just enjoyning the view. Then he turned again to Sorayya when she spoke to him.

"None of your questions displeases me Sorayya, don't worry about it. You can ask me whatever you want, as many times as you want, as long as we are in private, just like now.

I'll try to answer them as good as I can, of course some answers are not easy to understand. Remember also that I would prefer to lie to you instead of telling you something that might hurt you.

To answer your question I'd say this: Illusions don't exist, if you can see it is real, at least for you"

Samuel had a good laught about Leila's reaction for a few seconds after she spoke. Then with the same relaxed posture he said.
"Seems that my Dear Sister cares alot about you, she doesn't usually bother that much with someone...

It's a discipline, disciplines give you power but they are not powers as you might have seen of the television. That means that having control, concentration and focus on you capabilities gives you the Power to control the World around, specially when you are one of Thy Blood.

The discipline you have practiced so far it's named Serpentis, no need to explain why, I presume. This discipline I have used a moment before its usually called as Obfuscate, and it give you the ultimate power of disguise, those who learn it well are able to deceive others in order to show them whatever he wish for them to see."

"My dear sister is sometimes enigmatic, she prefers concise comments instead of long speaches, one of her main lines is 'don't say with two words something that can be said with just one'.

So probably there is just a breach in the communication between you two, but don't worry since she care so much about you... you two probably will figure that out soon enough.

Me on the other hand... well lets's say that I have a different style, I prefer long speaches. Makes sense since I'm what you may call a people's person, while my Dear Sister Tantra is one of the most powerful warriors we have in New York. My tongue tend to be soft and gentle, while hers tend to be sharp as a sword, its a matter of Discipline. Different Disciplines means different way of life, even different personallities.

I'm here to help you with your lack of social skills, please don't be offended but you behave like Kine, like Humans if you prefer that word, among kindred your behavior its unappropiate, with me you will learn about the social rules that governs on Modern Nights.

First of all, lets find you a proper clothing, you must be cold under that robe...

Liz dearling take us to D&G at the 5th. Lets find a good pair of pants for this girl"

Samuel laid back on his sit enjoyning the trip and its view.