The next night - Johnathon's Haven

It was the night after Areron had appeared.  The very next night, about two hours after sunset.  And she appeared in his living room.  She hadn't changed since the night before, and was still covered in her own bloody tears.

John turned and his face went from joyous to worried. Swiftly he took her into his arms and kissed her softly. "Raz0r love, what's wrong? Are you ok?"

She barely returned the kiss. Almost robotic.

"No. She's here. The one that led him to his death."

His eyes flared wide with anger and he clutched her tight (WP spent)

"Who... where... grab my rifle, I'm going hunting."

She shook her head. She wasn't hearing him. Not really.

"She's....she's here, and she's alive, and I thought she was dead. I saw it with my own mind. She was dead, and now she's back."

"Name love, give me a name please."

It was almost inaudible.

"Areron."

He blinked. His face went completely cold. "WHAT?!" he roared "THAT FUCKING SUCK UP TORIE BITCH IS THE ONE? OH HELL NO IS SHE MAKING BLADES FOR ME NOW.... We can kill her when she comes here..."

She jerked away from his anger, though it was probably a reaction to his volume more than anything else.

He slammed his fist into the nearest wall. "I've met the woman. Kiss ass bitch is what she is. Bowed to me even. But I thought she made good blades so I negotiated a deal with her. Well fuck that...."

Livid Ventrue was livid. "What are we going to do Raz0r?"

She was collapsing in on herself. Arms wrapped around her body, head down.

"I don't know."

Ok. He had to be the calm and rational one here.

Johnathon took her into his arms, picking her up and cradling her. "Shhh love. We'll come up with something. You have anybody else who will help you disappear her? Because listen, I can make Pensacola an open independent city. Whatever happens there happens outside of Cam or Anarch justice. We'll find a way."

She nodded.

"Help found me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Who is that?"

She gave an evil smile.

"You wouldn't know him."

"Raz0r... what have you done...?"

She looked up at him.

"What I had to. To get the Justice he deserves."

"Raz0r, this sounds like a Faustian...."

He just stared "It isn't a Faustian bargain is it?"

She shook her head.

"Not at all. I gave up nothing."

"Ok then. Look, the bitch is coming here sometime soon. You want to just ambush her here? I'll swear it was self defense, that she threatened you and you acted accordingly."

She shook her head.

"She'll suffer more if she lives. But feel free to do what you need to do."

"I like your thinking" he said softly "I think I can add to her misery if you want. She claims to be wealthy, shall we work on making that go away? Shall we slowly break her over time, and watch the haughty, spoiled bitch that she is become nothing, and despised among all kindred? "

She smiled and pulled him into a kiss.

"Yes."

He held her in a tight and protective embrace. "I won't let her hurt you anymore Raz0r, I promise."

She nodded.

"She won't, she can't. She doesn't even seem to realize what she did."