A Time For Peace (Sue/Jack)

[Jack Ashcroft]

After finally moving into the house properly, with a furnished room and the movers leaving the sire and maker alone, Jack decided it was time to speak with Sekhmet about Ahmose. Jack had quickly established his hatred for the older vampire and he could not continue to live in the nest if Ahmose was going to continue to turn up unexpected.

Jack had been keeping quiet for the past few days, after Brandy had released herself from the blood bond. It had distracted Jack from his pure hatred toward Ahmose and shifted it to the shifter. But now Sam was in the back of his mind, he could wait for the right time for Jack to strike.

The night had swiftly set in and the half moon hung in the sky, peaking from behind a set of crawling clouds. Jack sat in the garden, on a low garden chair. On a small table to his right were a few candles and a bottle of Tru Blood, fresh from the microwave as the steam rose from the neck of the bottle. He stared out on the garden, observing a small cat quickly running across the lawn. Jack seemed to glare at the animal, and considered charging after it, but what would be the point? It was trespassing but at least it wasn't a shifter.

He sipped the Tru Blood and sighed. Tonight was a quiet night indeed and he was truthfully thankful for a chance to think and scheme.

[Sue Mett]

The house had been coming along rather well and all that was left was for Sue to move around and make it exactly the way she wanted. Everything was elaborate, but after being alive for so many years, it really was nearly impossible to avoid earning all of that money. While she floated around her room, choosing a simple evening gown that was white and a light gold robe, she stepped out and into the 'kitchen' and made herself a Tru Blood. A small rustle outside alarmed her that someone was in the garden, but by the scent of it, it was just Jack.

Jack would never pose any threat to Sue, in fact, he was her most loyal protector, you just could not hire someone more dedicated than Jack to stand by her side. When the microwave beeped that her blood was ready, she took it out and walked out the back door, her bare feet softly padding against the small path until she reached Jack. It was quite a relaxing evening, but she could tell that something was on his mind.

Placing her hand on his cheek, she informed him that she wanted to see what was on his mind by looking into his eyes. Sitting down next to him, she crossed her legs and took a sip of her Tru Blood before redirecting her attention to her creation. "Tell me, what troubles you?" she asked. It was a side-effect of creating a vampire, she knew when something was wrong and when something was right.

[Jack Ashcroft]

The soft patting of naked feet on the stone floor marked the arrival of his maker. Though of course Jack knew she was heading this way through their unique bond and so Jack did not turn his face to her. Instead he kept his eyes on the garden stretching out before him, watching a leaf blow across the grass slowly.

The touch of his maker sent a feeling of absolute love and admiration through his body. He glanced up at her, but did not smile at her. He was still in thought about how to tell her that he could not tolerate Ahmose.

She took a seat across from him and spoke. Jack didn't know what to say. He could not lie to his maker.
"I cannot say mistress, the words you would not like to hear." He replied, taking a sip of his Tru Blood.

[Sue Mett]

He sounded unsure, which was rare, because Jack was always so strong. Still, it made Sue feel better that he was humble when talking to her and her alone, no one else should have the power to make her Jack feel like anything he says would offend or hurt them. What could could she possibly not want to hear at the moment? Truthfully, it could not be the setup of her new home, he was fairly accustomed to her decorating these days. Could it be the lack of a house party? No, that was her stress, not his.

"Say them, you cannot be punished for simply speaking your mind," she said, knowing full well that anything Jack thought Sue would not like would have to be much more serious than a house warming party or lack of proper decorating. "I would rather you tell me something to make me from than hide something from me." That was true, Sekhmet had always hated secrets, especially ones that were kept from her, although he would not have mentioned it if he did not plan on telling her anyways.

[Jack Ashcroft]

He glanced at the floor, still unsure about whether he should express his intense dislike of Ahmose to his maker. He tried to speak but the words seemed to lodge themselves in his throat, unwilling to verbalize properly. He held the bottle in both hands and slowly turned the bottle so the label faced him.

"It's just..." He began, still not sure if it was wise to express himself before his mistress. At these times he wished that the days were old again and he was simply a soldier of fear for Sekhmet, she pointed and he charged. A simple relationship and one Jack dearly loved.

He took a quick swig from the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Ahmose..." He began and he turned to face his maker.
"I hate him..." He said, his voice thick with anger and aggression. "I never want to see him again, for if I do I may try killing him."

[Sue Mett]

Jack slowly began to speak, pausing occassionally to gather his thoughts but Sue listened intently, it was her creation after all, she needed to know what it was that he was thinking. He drank the Tru Blood as if it were alcohol, not as if Sekhmet had ever known the feeling of alcohol, when she was a human and able to feel the effects, they had some other forms of herb, no alcohol, so she had no clue why people acted so...drunk.

He said the words that Sue always knew would come from him, her two creations were quite different and that was the reason she had the strange connection with them. "Well dear, don't kill him, he is mine after all. I'd hate for my own creation to approach me for punishment in destroying another creation of mine," she said, a bit light-heartedly. Of course it bothered Jack that Ahmose was around, she could sense it, but she did not want him to kill Ahmose.

"You are the dedicated warrior, he's a bit different than you. Do not be so jealous, he has never been as close to me as you have," she assured him, but she knew that it hardly meant anything; Jack hated Ahmose, nothing she could say to change his mind.

[Jack Ashcroft]

His maker seemed to take his irrational hatred of Ahmose light hearted, which made Jack a little frustrated. He was making a serious issue out of this relationship between the three, but Sekhmet seemed to be interested in making jokes. Jack frowned and clenched his fists. Maybe she viewed Jack as a lesser being, after all of his servititude and protection. He would have gone to the ends of the earth to find her and now she was treating him like a child with a petty feud.

Though she assured Jack that their relationship was a lot closer then that of Sekhmet's and Ahmose's.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He growled. "If I see him again it will not matter about the age difference, I will attack him."

[Sue Mett]

Jack just fumed on, he was a raging fire, which was why she chose to turn him, and Ahmose was the perfect source of oxygen for that fire. While she chose Ahmose because of his independence, loyalty, and rebellion towards authority, she never meant for that to reach her other creation. Ahmose was made before Jack, which meant that he was older, stronger, but Jack had practiced harder than Ahmose, it seemed. While Jack was the warrior, Ahmose was the little rebel, the trouble maker. It was almost like comparing a juvenille murderer to an adult misdemeaner. One may be older but the other one had proved to be more deadly.

When he growled, her eyes narrowed and her fangs extracted. "Do not speak to your maker with such defiance," she hissed. "I gave you new life, as I gave Ahmose new life. You two may disagree, hell, you two can fight, but if you kill him for good, you will receive no pity from me." There were times that Sekhmet could be quite the warrior, but she did not enjoy showing that side too terribly often, especially not to her Jack.

Slowly, her fangs began to retract, but they did not go away fully yet. "He is welcome here by my permission, but you live here. If you wish him not to be here unless under strict orders from me, so be it, but I will tell him that in person," she said, stressing how she did not use a cell phone. Truth be told, she still did not know how to use a cell phone, she only just learned how to drive.

[Jack Ashcroft]

As Sekhmet's voice turned into a growl herself, Jack felt himself shrink at her tone. She was his maker and far more powerful then he. She had given him eternal life, though she could easily take it away if she so wished. His anger and rage dissipated quickly and he bowed his head in apology to her, feeling an utter sense of shame take control. If there was one person he feared, or at least feared to disappoint it was her.

"I apologize mistress. It won't happen again, I did not mean to speak out of turn."

He bowed his head again to her and slowly sipped from the bottle before him.
"I merely spoke my mind as you requested." He added. "I shall not touch Ahmose, so long as you ask of me."

[Sue Mett]

After Sue had responded in the manner that she did, Jack suddenly changed, as if he knew that he had disappointed her and he shaped up. He apologized and reverted back into the loyal creation he was. While she adored his loyalty, it was times like these that only increased her adoration for him, he had a mind of his own. He was strong, defiant, and all her's. "I never said you could not touch him, I merely said you could not kill him," she made a noise similar to that of sighing, but vampires did not breathe in the first place, so such a motion was not normal.

By this time, her fangs had fully retracted and she looked over at Jack, staring him straight in the eyes without any urges to look away. "If I ever had a favorite, it would be you. You've always been the vampire I wish to be around," she spoke softly, for the truth could not be yelled. With that, she drank some more of her True Blood and turned from him again.

[Jack Ashcroft]

So Jack could still cause him harm. This was an interesting development, for Jack had always assumed that Sekhmet wanted Ahmose kept safe, but perhaps she wanted to see how strong Jack really was? Afterall she had not seen him fight, save for that time in the woods recently, but even then they were fighting some pathetic humans with no real skill. Ahmose, being much older, would certainly be a tough and challenging opponent for the sire.

But then she spoke something he never expected to hear from her lips. Jack was her favorite after all? He could not hold back the grin of satisfaction from hearing those words, it was afterall what he strove for, to serve and protect his maker with a fury rarely seen.

"Thank you mistress. You honour me with such words." He said, feeling the warmth of his maker's compliment still echo through his ears.

"I hope I can continue to serve you so that I hear more compliments like that." He spoke through a small smile. "Is there I can do for this night?"

[Sue Mett]

He took her compliment exactly the way she planned. Jack had always been the one to understand her and understand when she was complimenting him. Still, he always strove to be better for her, and that made him just twenty times better. She merely nodded her head when he stated how honored he was. "Tonight?" she thought to herself outloud. Was there anything he could do tonight?

Typically, she would just say no, but for the night, she wanted to see if there actually was anything that needed to be done, especially since she had just moved in and wanted to make sure everything was flawless. "Come to think of it, I had a rather pesky run-in with a human electrician earlier this evening, said he couldn't work at night, not even for a vampire. I did not glamour him because he told me over the phone, if you care to have any fun with him," she suggested.