Ok, so this is a little snarky and silly. And a lot of it doesn't make sense. But just go with it and follow the bread crumbs of humor... Just some late night drivel floating around in my cranium. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own them...Made no $$ from this... etc... blah blah blah.. oh wait. I do own Marie. She's a lovely brain childe. A bit smart but... I think Daedalus can tame her nicely.


Brujah For Dinner

Following closely behind Julian was Sasha, Daedalus, and Cameron. As they came into the Prince's private chamber to speak away from the ruckus of the household, Julian's eyes fell on his nude and soapy Childe within the garden tub.

"Good God, Uncle Julian. Why do you always have a naked woman in your room?" Sasha asked in a rush. The redheaded Brujah frowned at Marie with her hands on her hips.

Julian ignored her remark as he stepped closer toward the tub. Marie merely raised an eyebrow at him and glanced back at their guests. "Sorry to intrude, my dear. Some unfinished business must be discussed. Can I get you a towel?"

"Yes, if you would." As she stood up in the tub, soap ran from her body in rivulets into the tub.

Cameron's eyes traveled up and down her body several times before she glared at him and said, "Avert your eyes before I rip your face off."

"Appreciating beauty is crime now," the Brujah Primogen asked innocently.

Julian reappeared at her side and held out a towel for her to step into and wrap around herself. When she did, he leaned forward and sniffed her hair. "Are you sure you got all the blood off of you?" She had been drenched in it from head to toe earlier.

"Yes, I'm sure. It's just the water you smell. I'm clean."

Cameron's face twisted in a grimace of recognition. "You!" His eyes lit to a golden hue with the onset of Frenzy.

"What's the matter, Cameron?" Marie asked with the twist of the towel around her nude form. "Are you upset that one of your Clanmates fed my appetite tonight?"

The Brujah Primogen ground his teeth together, fighting for control of the Beast while in the Prince's home. A low growl erupted from his chest.

"I suppose I really must thank you in a way. If it wasn't for the fact that you don't take a very keen interest in controlling your Clan, I would be quite hungry right now. So, thank you for your generosity. It is appreciated."

Marie gave a smug grin and walked further back into her boudoir after pulling the drain stop up out of the tub. The water which left the tub was pink.

Later that evening, the Ventrue Childe of the Prince gingerly made her way down the wooden steps leading down into the cellar room where Daedalus resided. He gave a long suffering sigh when she came within his view.

"Beauty notwithstanding that was a very ill advised display tonight, Marie."

Her lip twitched in agitation. "Why? Because I spoke the truth? Or because you didn't have a naked woman here when you returned after my display?"

The Nosferatu halted in mid brushstroke on the canvas he worked and turned around in shock.


"You look Ventrue but you certainly don't act like it sometimes," he returned with a smirk.

"Well you look Nosferatu but hardly ever act like it. There. We're even. Can we agree that we're both the result of Kindred blood craziness and possible inbreeding or cross Clan blood bonding? "

Daedalus pursed his lips and then put down his brush at the easel. Facing the Prince's get, he crossed his arms wearily and prepared for the inevitable philosophical tirade.

Marie had never disappointed him with her predictability. There was never a dull moment around her. This was the very reason he watched over her so carefully. She had the courage and fighting prowess of a Garou and the level headedness of a Ventrue politician: a deadly combination. But her smart assed temper quite often got in the way of progress being made in her training.

"Would you like a glass of wine before we begin this evening's argument?" Daedalus asked dryly.

"Cameron dined me, you're wining me... what's next, desert? And if so, I definitely want a menu to choose from," Marie replied in a smug tone as she settled herself into the dark grey recliner beside his boxes of supplies.

"You are so spoiled," he muttered under his breath.

"Hmm. I know."

Two hours later...

"So you're saying I should not taunt the Brujah Primogen because he is the Brujah Primogen?"

"It is not wise to taunt any Primogen. They wield a great deal of power within their Clan. This could one day prove fatal to you, Childe."

"But I taunt you all the time. And if he used the power he had, then I wouldn't have had Eric for dinner."

"True. But I don't have a temper like the Brujah Primogen does. And besides, if you ever taunted me to the point where I considered hurting you, I'd let your Sire do it instead."

Marie paused and sat back in the plush chair, considering the Enforcer's words. "Why would you let my Sire punish me instead?"

He shrugged. "Because it would be fun."

She scowled and admitted, "He can be a little sadistic. He threatened to take a pair of pliers to my claws once because I scratched his desk."

Daedalus raised a pale eyebrow at her, "Who do you think he got the idea from?"

Forty Five Minutes Later...

Marie sipped her wine and asked, "So if it came down to a fight between Cash and Cameron, who do you think would win?"

"Are those my only options?"

"What do you mean?"

"Where will you be when they're fighting to the death?"

"Watching, of course!?" The Ventrue rolled her eyes at the Nosferatu.

"Would your mouth be taped shut while they were fighting? Because if it wasn't, then they'd kill themselves just to get away from you."

Marie's mouth snapped shut.

As the sun rose over the horizon of San Francisco, the Prince and his Childe lay down for rest. Climbing under the cool and crisp sheets Marie asked, "Did Daedalus ever suggest pulling my claws out with pliers?"

Julian looked at her in shock, "What?"

"Well, did he?"

Searching her face for information, he shook his head in a negative response.

"He is such a liar," she said definitively.

Julian laughed and pulled her close. "He only teases you because he likes you, love. And he wants you to be raised to have good judgment and morals."

"Better than yours?"

"Uhh, I think that's what he's aiming for, yes," Julian stuttered. Good grief, he was going to have to sit down with his Enforcer for a little chat. What else had he be telling her?

"Hmm. Do you have any tape?"

The following evening...

Daedalus' eyes opened at the thought of a new night's work ahead of him. As he sat up, he was shocked to feel tightness over his lips. Pulling at the slick object, he discovered someone had duct taped his mouth shut while he was asleep.