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[fury]

Phillip is overjoyed at the news of Goodwin and the Wyrms demise, the news spreads swiftly outside of London and his reputation amongst the other Camarilla leaders is boosted by the news.

Jez is taken to the gypsy camp, a bed is already made up for her body and preperations are underway for the awakening ceremony. All have invitations if you wish to attend. Phillip, himself, along with Dan and Sally come along, they sit in the circle of the romany people. Varna and an older man are standing in the centre of the circle talking amongst themselves. From beneath a velvet cover Varna uncovers a large golden bowl ornately carved, over which she says a prayer over. From beneath her coat she brings out a wicked blade slicing the palm of her hand and squeezing a few drops into the bowl. She then passes the bowl to a younger woman, who does the same, it moves slowly around the circle each member of the circle adding blood from fingertips, palms or wrists. The blood does not seem to be congealing, it remains liquid. [color=#6666CC;]"What we ask from each of you is the gift of love, it is not enough to simply drink blood it has to be embued with thoughts, feelings....things that make us human..."[/color] Varna speaks to the hushed circle before her as the bowl continues its journey.....

[Ghost]

Cursing Goodwin's poison blood coursing in his veins, Aaron simply passed the bowl along when it came to him, wondering briefly what the assembly would make of that. Alrthough some part of him wanted nothing more than tp help bringing Jessie back, he knew there was enough compassion for her in this room, and in that blood, to make this work. Adding Goodwin's foul blood to the mix would undo more good than Aaron could add, he was sure.

[fury]

Varna catches Aarons eye and nods, her eyes show understanding.

[Ghost]

Aaron gave the old woman a heartfelt smile, taking encouragement from her understanding. He kept his eyes on the bowl and those accepting it. wondering silently what thoughts or memories they were adding "to the mix".

[Cole Caecus]

Alexander takes out a small knife and makes a slit on his wrist, much in the same way Jez did for him, and drips the blood into the bowl.

[fury]

Dan bites into his own wrist adding the drops in solomnly, Phillip appears to be crying as he slits his palm to add to the mix. Sally smiles across at Aaron as she draws a tiny knife and slits her palm.

The bowl does the full circle and returns to Varna who nods at the young women nearest Jezabelles van. They enter and carry her out, she is dressed in a red dress, which clings to her upper body but, hangs loose over her legs. They lay her on the ground before Varna. Varna kneels (with some difficulty) kisses Jez on the lips and each cheek before painting the blood over Jez's forehead and heart chakra. She then daubs the vampires lips in the blood before beginning to chant. The chant is taken up by all the rom present, although quiet the beat is like a heart beat and almost vibrates the ground beneath the gathering. There is a sense of gathering of minds and wills, it lasts for about 10 minutes and Jez begins to move. Her hand twitches, and her eyes flicker as if trying to struggle from sleep. Varna then cradles the vampires head in her arms, and pours the blood into her mouth. She swallows hard, as the blood is poured, all the time her colour and the amount she is moving increases. Until Jez takes in a rapid breath and sits up, eyes wide with fear. Varna embraces the younger looking woman who shivers in her arms.

[Ghost]

"Welcome back," Aaron said quietly, after the hug had gone on for a while. "You're more or less just in time for our 'Ding, dong, the doctor's dead'-party.... Which is my rather clumsy way of telling you that we got Goodwin. Or rather, Kane got him, with a little help from a friend. And your blood, of course, without which we might be having this ceremony for Kane right now. Anyway, Goodwin's well and properly dead. And you're back. Seems the good guys won this one. Or, the 'less bad' guys, anyway..."

[fury]

[color=#6666CC;]"Thank you honoured mother,"[/color] Jez kisses varna on the cheek and the older woman is helped away by others. Jez held out her arms to Aaron, [color=#6666CC;]"help me up please, it takes a while for things to move properly after a forced awakening. I think I had better retreat to my van for a while."[/color] Tears of blood had run in streaks down her face, and were continuing to trickle.

[Ghost]

Giving her the requested hand, Aaron held her for a moment: "Hey, hey... Don't waste it all," he said quietly, kissing away her tears. For a moment he felt a twinge of worry; more eyeblood? He quietly hoped it was just emotional reactions, and that Phillip hadn't passed something contagious onto Jessie; there were a few bleeding diseases that would affect only vampires out there, and that wasn't really something Jessie needed right now.

"Let's get you inside," he said, supporting her to her caravan.

[fury]

[color=#6666CC;]"I'm sorry, its a bit much for me right now.....and I thought you'd had gone again before I awoke....or Goodwin would have....."[/color] she left the last part unspoken as she held onto Aaron. [color=#6666CC;]"I am glad I managed to awaken Kane, I feared I had not the strength,"[/color] she whispered as she strted to move. Her movements were stiff and uncoordinated, unlike the smooth grace she normally showed.

[Ghost]

"Well, you did; Kane put up an impressive display; he staked Goodwin, and I suspect he played with the good doctor's mind a little, too. Poor guy made some funny faces for no apparent reason. Still, in truth, Goodwin 'did almost'. Tore my throat out, trying to sustain himself after the beating we gave him. Luckily I got away, and Kane and our foreign friend finished him off." This latter bit he said quietly, so as not to let on the knowledge to Phillip; maybe he knew about Ahmed already, but Aaron felt a sense of gratitude that had him keeping the man's existence a secret if that was what he wanted.

"Actually, I was loathe to see him go; I'd hoped to ask him about something. Or, 'someone', rather. Well, maybe opur paths will cross again."

[fury]

[color=#6666CC;]"I am so pleased that animal has met his final death, I only wish I'd have been there to have the ghosts of his innocent victims rip the soul from him. I hope he died with the same amount of teeror those little mites endured,"[/color] she catches one of her tears on her fingertip and licks it. [color=#6666CC;]"I feel anti social, all this for me....and I am too weary to enjoy it,"[/color] her legs buckle slightly as she clings onto Aarons arm but she does manage to right herself

[Ghost]

"He did have ample time to at least get worried, with the beating we gave him, but... He went too fast for my taste. I would have preferred to see him tried, and burned by the sun, to undo all his darkness. Still, we'll have to take comfort from the fact that he is gone from this world."

[fury]

Reaching the steps to her van she paused, [color=#6666CC;]"Do you wish to come in? You don't have to but I would appreciate being held, if just for a little while. I would also like to know what your plans are....I am guessing you'll be leaving me again soon.....?"[/color]

[Ghost]

Aaron nodded, and followed Jessie inside. "You're right though; we are being a bit rude..." he said, with a cheeky smile, poking a thumb back towaqrds the assembly.