First Meeting of the Confederacy of the Light

Ahh he was know that put his mine to ease a little, but still it would be better if he was here. A meeting with out the leader unless it was a coup'de'ta was vertically useless. oh well the leader might have brought them together, but it would be their combined interests that would propel the group forward. He was not surprised by the lack of Adults Nick was persuasive yes, but how much did that charm work on those of a an older age?

The girl also had a title how delightful it was for Aden to here a rap sheet that was longer then his, and well more prestigious. He should have spotted it when she flashed him the smile it was a common thing to see during the summer maybe during the school year his since's towards well fakes and frauds were numbed. not that he was calling her a fraud, but the Smile it's self had a small twinge in the line of thought.

The hand held out was a gesture that confused Aden thoroughly as he could treat it in two ways, one he could act like he would to anyone else here, or two he could give her a taste of the past a treat her as she would be treated at a high society party that she is more then likely forced to attend during the Summer like Aden was. A question sprung to mind in regaurds to the others how would the react to it. Eh to Aden it did not matter he was not here to impress them. he was here to clean way the filth in this world, and well impress Nick. Perhaps impressing his fiance first would be a good plan. it was something written about a lot such as Othello By William Shakespear.

With that out of the way it was decided he would be the comforting taste of home for his impression. This would make her want to confined him as it would remind her of well the warmth of home. This would only be the first in many well planed calculations on his part. This group had to be influenced the right way so that there goals would mirror his in not only eradicating them from Hogwarts, but the whole world. With that finished he reached down and kissed the backside of her hand. "Milady it is nice to meet someone of prestige here, plus the girl that is strong enough to get married to Nick."

She was not surprised by the way he took her hand in the greeting. It was something she was extremely used to in fact, as was her cousin Godric in greeting females having grown up together they had been forced to have etiquette lessons on a nearly daily basis. She seemed very well pleased with Aden's manners, although with someone that was as prestigious as they were she would have expected no less.

"I'm sorry but Nick won't be making it tonight." she replied to him apologetically. She knew Nick had been the one to bring him into the confederacy but she would be having to lead the group until his return, and at this point who knew how long that would be but she pressed it into the back of her mind as if it were nothing. "Actually I will be leading the meetings anyway unless he decides that there is something important for him to say." she explained flashing a small veela charmed smile at him.
"Actually if you wish you can go a head and take your seat I do believe I am about to start the meeting and let the stragglers come in. I'll get Godric or Marco to fill them in what they have missed because I don't do well with tardiness on such important matters."

She made her way to the front of the dinning room where she could see everyone and they could see her. [/color]"Thank all of you for showing up on time."[/color] she started off. "Some of you are probably wondering why Nick isn't here and I can explain all of that to you in just a moment." She turned to her cousin and looked at him, "Are we ready to give them their equipment?" she asked curiously.

Darren appeared outside the Riddle House which was now the HQ of the Confederacy of Light. Looking up at the house on top of the hill, he smiled scornfully. Rightfully, that house was his - him being the only remaining Riddle, besides Lord Voldemort of course. Sighing, he slowly walked up the path to the house on the top of the hill.

Darren really had nothing to do with this group. They were just a bunch of racist fanatics with the pathetic goal of ridding the world of Vampires and half breeds. He didn't care about that. His real reason was the same reason that he had joined the Death Eaters. Both were hunting Ne'os, and Ne'os had something that Darren wanted - the elder wand. He could only defeat him with the help of others though, so he had joined the group - pretending to also hate vampires when really, he couldn't care less.

Entering the house, he looked around for where the meeting was being held, then moved towards that room. Entering, he saw that he was late for the meeting. He didn't know the person who was speaking but she was saying that Nick - the leader - was not present today. Oh well, he didn't really care if he was there or not, as long as they had a plan of action.

Christabelle had wanted to slap Matt for interrupting her in her addressing the masses. It had been rather rude of him and she didn't like to be interrupted when she was speaking. She figured it would be best to have herself or Godric address him about it later. She couldn't have people thinking she could just let people interrupt her when they felt like it. Otherwise she would make a good leader for the group in the slightest.

"As some of you may or may not know, Nick's entire family has been slaughtered by werewolves the other week." she stated cooly even though the memory of the blood bath was still fresh in her mind. "These beasts think that they can scare us away but they are far from being correct. Many of us have had hatred for these creatures probably since birth or close to it and thats why we're here. We should all stand as a united front against vampires and werewolves alike and prove to their kind that we don't take lightly to what they are doing or what they have done. None of these creatures has a sense of humanity left in them!" she took a breath before she decided to speak again to let the beginning of her rant sink in a bit.

"We've also been brought into question by Ne'os Emof." she stated. "I know some of you were present in that act of what he tried to turn into violence, when I however was far from the idea of fighting with him at the time. I understand that until we show you how to properly kill these creatures we truly shall not stand a chance against them."

Marco had taken his seat and composed a careful mask; he took his role as Seargent seriously. He listened and watched taking names of the newcomers, and memorizing their faces for when it would be required of him to know. It wouldn't do in the heat of battle to harm one of his comrades. His leg muscle clenched and felt the cool firmness of the blade holstered in his boot against his flexed muscle at the thought of the coming days. He had many blades secured on his person and an uncanny ability to accio more if needed. His wand, rowan wood and sensitive to his every thought as its charmed ability in wandmaking decides, was ready at hand also. His eyes flicked around the room, feeling for weapons on the others. He knew Godric was heavily armed, so much so that a typical wizard would cave under the weight. His weapons weren't as heavy as Godric chose, they were light and deadly accurate slicing through the air without warning or sound. But he respected his boyfriend for his ability and strength.

He knew Christabelle was also with weapons, even though she looked the elegant hostess and strong leader. She took to the role of leader well, she might not have chosen it for herself but it suited her. He smirked at Matt for his insolent move, the tidbit of information he offered was better suited in private conversation, or was he merely seeking favor and notice? Better to remain as these newcomers, aloof and secritive. Aden was strong, but he bore mistrust clearly on his visage, how interesting his notion of status. Darren clearly held the members in contempt, as his name dictated. Marco placed Abbey in the league of those to protect, he knew nothing of her abilities and she seemed to be very closely tied to Christabelle, therefore falling under his vow to protect.

He spoke no words, his was a position to observe and learn. Right now he was doing his job quite well. Next time he thought to have NaLa close at hand, his perception was a good tool in observation. He wasn't far; but he was concentrating on those coming towards the house, not those within it. For now Marco concentrated on Christy's last statement, he had been there when this vampire had come questioning the group. The dagger in his boot would be returned in due time. His eyes glinted at this prospect, the only signifier that a man really did lurk beneath the blank face. He wondered who they would consider first, which retaliation was more prominant. The deaths were gravely in need of recompense; but so was the infiltration of a lone vampire into their midst...especially one as unconcerned as Ne'os appeared to be.

Darren listened to Christabelle speak with a bored expression on his face. She was just ranting, and listenining to her was just a waste of time - he still paid attention though, hoping to hear something useful. As some of you may or may not know, Nick's entire family has been slaughtered by werewolves the other week, how sad, he thought - not caring in the slightest. He had no love for vampires and werewolves, but he didn't hate them like the others did. In fact, he hated the people in this room more than them.

Darren was beginning to stop paying attention, when he heard her say Ne'os' name. He snapped back into attention, grateful that christabelle was finally talking about something important. We truly shall not stand a chance against them, she said. he scowled, there was nothing difficult in killing a vampire, he had done it before. The problem was that Ne'os had the elder wand, the unbeatable wand! Still, he didn't say anything. Let them think what they want, he thought darkly.

Godric had a bad feeling about this guy. He didn't recognize him. There for he didn't trust him. He looked over at Christy his hood still on. One of yours? He knew that anyone that truly knew him would know by the accent, any one who hadn't spent any real amount of time with him wouldn't have an idea about the cloaked figure standing behind Christy. He waited for an answer, his hand on the hilt of his sword, not his most deadly weapon in his arsanal by far, but still one of his favoirts.

Christy looked at her cousin. The answer in her eyes was just as confused as his were so she had to figure that Darren must have been one of the members that Nick had recruited. She took a breath before she dared to speak again. "Now that we know why everyone of us is here, is the obvious thing...our hate for these creatures of the night we know what we have to fight against." she replied looking at the members that had gathered before them. She needed to let other members of the inner circle talk.

"Marco I believe if I remembered correctly you wanted to say a few words followed by Godric and then you Aden?" she said moving to give the floor over to the inner circle sergeant. She waited to take her seat again until Marco was standing and about ready to speak, She looked over at her cousin and whispered loud enough for only him to hear her, "I hope you're ready to pass out daggers and inform them of when the training for the hunters will start."

Abbey watched quietly as Marco stood up to speak.