Misery Loves Company//Sabina

[Cain Samuel]

Rain fell silently and heavily, splattering the roof of his seedy room and he watched with mild interest as the rain trickled and seeped through the many cracks in the plaster roof and dripped in to the buckets that he had placed beneath the cracks. It had been an annoyance at first, the drip-drip-drop sound that cursed his brain for many sleepless nights but eventually, he had grown used to the sounds and even seeked comfort in it after a couple of weeks. Silence could be oddly deafening at times, Cain thought.

He often sat alone, here in his bedroom, at his dark pine desk, staring down at the letter before him. He had never told anyone about the letter, for it meant that it would be another part of his personal life Jonathan would take pleasure in knowing about, and Cain liked to keep certain things private, he had never been a shadowhunter that needed a spotlight. Besides, the letter was sentimental to him as it had belonged to his mother, who had perished along with his father in the battle against Valentine Morgenstern.

Suddenly, in the pit of his stomach, Cain felt a sudden fury that was so vivid and familiar that it would make even the strongest Nephilim shudder. The anger moved up his body and the only feeling he could muster was a flame, a burning flame in the depth of his soul. It had been only a few months since he had lost his mother and father and he still missed them gratefully. They would pay, Cain vowed to himself silently. They would both pay..the daughter of Valentine, Clarissa and her fellow love interest Jace Herondale.

Narrowing his brows, Cain lifted the rich peoples scotch that lay next to him and licked his lips as he poured it into the glass that sat beside the letter. Lifting the glass to his lips, he winced as he felt the power of the spirit pour down his throat and he felt relish in the pain. At least it was doing the trick. Casting a quick glance across the room, Cain noted that the time visible on the ticking clock was precisely 11:08. His thoughts scattered as he heard two knocks at the door and in came the silhouette of a lady. He knew that body frame anywhere. Looking back down at the letter, he quickly folded it back into the folded shape it had been for months and began to pour another scotch.

He didn't look up as he spoke from beneath his eyelashes, "Sabina" he said, "What a welcoming surprise.."

[Sabina Valerious]

Sabina tread silently through the half dilapidated manor they had been staying. It belonged to one of her fellow circle members, and was completely off the grid. Despite the fact that the place was coming apart at the seams, she could tell it used to be a grand estate, with vast sprawling grounds and intricate architecture.
It was raining heavily outside, and rain tapped against the grimy windows, and seeped through light fixtures in the ceiling. Sabina had always loved the rain. Not necessarily being out in it, but watching it. She stood at a window for a while, completely engaged in the water running down the pane. When she returned to reality, it was beginning to get dark outside. The only sound to be head throughout the halls today was the rain against the windows, and the creak of the old wooden floors. Everyone had been keeping to themselves lately, staying inside their rooms, avoiding Jonathan. He had been in a mood lately, often going on rampages, taking his anger out on anyone near him.
Though Sabina was fearful of Jonathan, as was anyone who had met him, he did not intimidate her. She knew he couldn't hurt her, he couldn't afford to lose any ally's. She refused to go out of her way to hide from him.
There wasn't a whole lot to do around the manor, and walking back to her room, Sabina noticed Cain's door was ajar. She walked over and stood in the doorway for a few moments. He had been reading a letter, which he tucked away when he became aware of her presence at the door.
She walked in and plucked the glass of scotch from his hand, and sat down on a plush armchair beside the window.
'I'm bored.'. she said, pouting. Sabina and Cain had always gotten along well, she felt right now he could sufficiently occupy her. There wasn't many people in the circle that she actually enjoyed talking to, many of them were boring and introverted. Cain however was a lot like Sabina, intelligent and cultured, they had often talked long into the night.

[Cain Samuel]

Failing to hide a smile that played at the corner of his lips, Cain reluctantly decided to turn his attention away from the glass he had just poured and eyed Sabina with amusement and he let the smile he had been trying to hide, visible on his face as she stole the drink from his hand. "I hope you will repay me for that," he said, and a lock of his black hair fell just over his forehead and he quickly pushed it out of his eyes as he continued to speak, "That was the last of the scotch and to which I should add that it was 50 years old."
Technically, the bottle of scotch didn't belong to Cain himself, but to Jonathan. Cain had found it at the bottom of the wine cellar that was located at the very bottom of eastern-side of the manor.
"Actually," Cain said, and he if he hadn't of been looking at Sabina wistfully already, he was now. "The scotch does not belong to me or even to Jonathan, it was transported from Idris, Alicante a couple of months ago."
Cain didn't know how Jonathan had been receiving goods from the home of all the Nephilim and to be quite frank, he did not wish to. Jonathan had his contacts.

Sabina looked like a oil painting. Her eyes was like windows beyond the dark night sky, only the sky held no stars. However, Cain could still see the beauty within the pits of the darkness of them. He had found Sabina admirable and beautiful from the moment he first lay eyes on her though he was certain she did not return his sentiment and if she did, the other would say nothing as they both believed that the other had an indifference. Snapping back into reality, Cain cleared his throat as he spoke in a calm tone.

"Boredom?" he said, his voice laced with amusement. "The training room may well be available if you wish to occupy yourself elsewhere..." he said sarcastically, and he didn't move his attention away from Sabina as she sat in the chair, scotch in her hand, looking a mixture between either amused or a look of someone who was not impressed.

[Sabina Valerious]

'How exactly do you wish I repay you?' Sabina said, with a mischievous glint in her eye. She took a sip of the scotch. It was a dry, full bodied scotch, she didn't need Cain to tell her it was good. Her father had been something of a whiskey connoisseur, for lack of a better word, so she knew her stuff.
She watched as Cain studied her for a moment, until his dark brooding eyes met hers. He really was a magnificent creature, and a skilled Shadowhunter. Though he was very private, and Sabina always got the feeling that there was something hidden below the surface of his calm exterior, something which he did not wish to share with those around him.
'Are you asking me to leave?', she said, her tone dripping with mockery. She didn't want to train. It had been one of the first days since coming here that Jonathan didn't have them training and beating each other to pulps. Her tender skin was still wrought with bruises in the most unflattering places. Though she was strong, and could take most of her male and female counterparts alike, not all of them played fair. One vile man who looked like he'd eaten anyone who had looked at him wrong, had gotten Sabina in the back with a training staff when she was lacing her boots. She had not completely recovered and it made doing much of anything quite painful.
The thought left her angry, and embarrassed that she had let her guard down, even for a moment.
She turned her attention to the window and watched as lighting struck, lighting up the entire sky, and the ground surrounding the manor. She could make out some indistinct shapes in the distance, but wasn't in the mood to care who or what they were. Thunder sounded almost immediately, indicating the storm was almost upon them. It was going to be an uncomfortable night if the rain got any heavier. They were running out of buckets and pots.
What the hell are we doing in this place.. Sabina thought with dismay.

[Cain Samuel]

Cain made a slight face at Sabina but he didn't seem that amused; it was the kind of face that one might make when they mock insulted a sibling or a close friend. He had never been one wear his heart upon his sleeve, but in moments like this with Sabina he felt truly content. They both had a mutual understanding of one another, they could see past each others burning desire for vengeance towards the Nephilim and although Sabina had a fiery exterior with a reputation of being an utter cow to the people around her at the best of times, with Cain she was different..and with Jonathan.

"Not unless you enjoy my company then in all means, stay. Stay and keep drinking this scotch with me," said Cain, and his eyes that had been trained on her face began to slowly move down towards the rest of her body. She truly was something. Her black dress hung to her body perfectly, revealing her perfectly in shape frame from all the endless training that had been done upon arriving at the manor. Where her body held rune marks, that spiralled in all different forbidden places on her body, Cain's wondered aimlessly to her legs. Her black boots were laced to the knee pads and Cain quickly doubled up as she lifted her left leg over her right one.

Pleasure and astonishment seeped through his blank canvas of a face and focusing his sullen eyes back on to Sabina's, he was beyond thankful that her attention seemed to be on the great storm that was brewing outside of the manor. It really was a dreadful storm, he hadn't seen anything like it since being here in the manor, mostly nights consisted of still nights, dry air and plenty of training and occasionally the odd gathering around the table in the pantry where countless glasses of wines were poured as Jonathan told many tales of his farther Valentine.

Running a hand through hair, Cain reached for another glass and eyed the liquid as he poured it into the glass. He had been drinking quite a fair bit recently due to no action happening against the Nephilim and Cain spent most of his days either training with Jonathan or he spent them exploring the gardens outside of the manor and the nights consisted of doing exactly what he was doing now, drinking dry scotch.

Taking a gulp of the drink before he spoke, Cain's eyes shone with curiosity. "I'm not usually one to pry into personal life's Sabina, but I have to ask. What really makes you tick?"
The question had came out of nowhere but it was a question that had been tormenting Cain's mind for many weeks, especially the weeks of no sleep. He had only trained with Sabina a little since arriving at the manor as Jonathan preferred to keep training partners male to males and females to females only. Cain recalled a memory of Jonathan saying that females to females was a lot more interesting and sexual, and he held back a chuckle as he pressed the scotch glass to his lips and felt the warm drink slip down his throat like a treat.
"I mean, other than the fact that your parents, just like mine, had been members of the former circle. Why do you hate the Nephilim?"
Cain raised an eyebrow as he awaited for Sabinas response. It had been a risk asking a question so close to home, for him at least and Cain only hoped that Sabina would not take offence.

[Sabina Valerious]

Sabina finished her drink, and set the glass on the windowsill.
'Ugh, let's not get into that.', she said, with obvious disgust. 'I said I was bored, I don't want to be suicidal as well.'
Her story wasn't a particularly bad or interesting one, but the past always angered her immensely. Her parents had been a part of the original Circle, and had lost everything when it went to pot. Her family had always been fiercely loyal to Valentine and the Circle, and had gotten nothing but hardship in return. It should have been enough to set Sabina straight, be an instrument of good, a true Nephilim, but she never resented Valentine, or Jonathan for anything her family had suffered because of their relationship with the Circle.
She was a child when her parents had died, and she was shipped to London to stay with family. For a while, she did train with her cousins, fight demons and any rouge Downworlder's. But it seemed to Sabina that there would always be more evil than good and she liked to be on the winning team.
Sabina felt the Nephilim were much too lenient in their ways, always seeing the best in those around them. She could see past all of that. People were always going to do what was best for them, and their own, and that was the most dangerous thing anyone could do. Love is the greatest evil.
Wars, murders, suicides, all for love. People with the most to lose were the most dangerous, and those people were the ones who loved. The people so afraid to lose everything that they have that they will go to the greatest lengths to protect it. The Nephilim loved more openly and more fiercely than most in the shadow world, which made them incredibly unstable, and unpredictable.
Unpredictability was dangerous.
Sabina hated the fact that they could be so stupid, giving their enemies weak points, places to hit them and make an impact like no other. Weakness was not something she coveted, she wanted to join a cause that detested it as much as she did. The Circle was an opportunity to make herself stronger, and to follow in her parents footsteps. Valentine had been weak, that was why they fell before.
They would be unstoppable under Jonathan's rule, she was sure of it.