Coven plottings.

The elder's eyebrows furrowed slightly with her eyes took a cold touch. A grim smile settled on her lips.

''ENOUGH.'' she told the both of them, letting the order use her call.

She expected them to stop, her fury being quickly raised form its resting place.

''You are both bickering like an old married couple.'' She told them cooly. ''If you do not stop acting like overgrown prideful children now, you will find my irritation to be the least of your concern.''

There was a not so hidden threat in her words, one threat she would not hesistate to enforce upon both vampires. She found their behavior appaling, such were not the words that went through her head no, the words she used were much more descriptive in the destruction and maiming she would indulge in.

A small diabolical grin stretched lazily on her lips, though the other features of her face remained emotionless, alerting the two younger vampire of exactly how much she would put in for the purpose of their punishment and how serious she was.

''A loyalty bond is not slavery, you can do as you please unless it would betray or hurt the one you are loyal to. In other words, you are essentially free, except for a few restrictions.'' She supplied in an icy tone. ''I am not and never will be into slavery, you'd do well to remember that.''

Although torture wasn't something she usually wallowed into, she would be able to do that with a straight face without much problem in their case. They were infuriating, indulging in bickering as they were. Her patience had its limits even if she had enough patience to last though centuries, in the two young vampires' case, she decided she would meke an exception.

(*Feels like cackling and plotting evilly as well as rubbing her hands in glee, does just that* Mwahahahaha!)

Rayana simply raised an eyebrow at Cordelia's comment and roll of the eyes, at least she had gotten her to shut her petty mouth up. The vampire elder picked her legs from the desk where she had placed them not too long before then getting up from her resting position in the chair. She nearly stretched, but thought against it, not that she really cared of what they would think, she simply didn't find her muscles tense enough to need a stretch.

"Well are you going to do what you said? Or do I have to do something to earn it." the blood melder asked.

''My my, impatient aren't we...?'' She drawled. ''Be careful though, you might be hyper for a few hours after you drink my blood.''

Dusting non-existant dust from her leather coat, she bent down and drew a knife from a spot hidden in one of her boots. Without flinching, she cut the skin of her wrist, deep enough to draw blood but not enough for her to bleed dry. As soon as the knife finished cutting her wrist, thick inky black blood flowed from the wound. The elder did a few rotations and flexings of her wrist to encourage the wound to bleed more.

''Well, what are you waiting for?'' She asked him.

She nodded to Cordelia when she departed, a simple ''Be sure to give me and answer soon though.'' was the good bye she gave.

The childe didn't wait before latching into her wrist, the blood freely given binding both for life, the younger vampire would forever be in her debt. She could feel the start of the unidirectional bond from him to her, a small smirk graced her lips but was gone almost before it appeared.

The black haired woman let him drink for a while more until she could feel it was enough for now.

''Let go, you have had enough.'' She said to him in a subtle order. ''You never told me your name, childe.''

She didn't attempted to pry her wrist out of his mouth, if only because it would tear an even bigger wound, but as well it would be more painful than for him to just cease his biting of her wrist. He would obey or she would make him, which she would have no difficulty doing.

She brought her wrist to her lips, licking the spare blood that was still flowing from her damaged skin. The skin knitted itself back together tendrils of pure white skin searching each other over the apparent muscles and nerves. It covered everything, leaving a faint pink scab that would heal over in the hour.

''Jira hey?'' She said. ''I'm Rayana.''

Simple and to the point, there was not need to be all formal about it.

''I have a manor in the city, Montgomery Manor on the St-Alexander road. If you need shelter, the door is not locked though it might be dusty, I haven't lived there in about two hundred years, it should still be standing and in good order though.'' She said.

She then smiled a small, but true smile, the first one she had had in a long time. the reason she had chosen not to bring either Caitlin or Allie there was because it was too formal for a family home and there wasn't any of her properties near the school so she had made another home.

''It will be the 'base of operation' of the coven.'' She then added making derisive quote gestures around the words base of operation.