Oliver could'nt help but stare, letting his watchful, scanning gaze rake across the unwanted visitors in the free-to-roam part of his territory. At one point during watching them, Oliver caught the imbecile of a vampire, James, dare touch the hand of one of the loners in the cafe'. Oliver felt singes of indignation and fury race up his spine like lightening, and burn in his chest like a wild fire. Helana had seen it as well, and Oliver could only imagine the long forgotten family strain she must be feeling towards her former cousin. His tolerence slipping away to the brink, regardles of the questioning glances of the humans nearby, and from the presumeably vampiric bar tender at the other edge of the cafe' area, Oliver stood, abandoning is meal, and strided over to the table.
"James," He barked sharply, approaching with a stern glare, "If you please, follow me." Oliver beckoned, letting his harsh gaze wander to the female vampire James had been bothering; Olver's eyes softened to sympathy, briefly. "I'm," Oliver began, "I'm sorry, this had to happen." Oliver dropped eye contact briefly, before turning to James. James had withdrew, his eyes darkening with nearly undisguised contempt toward Oliver. He stared for a few long, uncomfortable heart beats, before James turned with a frustrated grunt, eyeing the female vampire with longing as he ignored Oliver's request and strided back to Marvolone's side at the bar, snarling a few words Oliver could'nt hear to Morvolone.
The red-headed alpha's expression was bored, and he waved James away with annoyance as he stood. Oliver turned to the female vampire, nodding a hastey farewell, "Enjoy your evening." he murmured, appologetic, silver eyes glimmering in the half light of the cafe. Oliver tore his gaze away, hurrying to intercept Morvolone and James, and steering them toward the entrance door of the cafe'. Helana was on his heels, guiding the unwanted vampires with gleaming, unblinking stares, and walking with them outside. The rain had subsided, and clouds were wisping away overhead to reveal the setting moon, the air cold with the dampness of a storms afterglow. Despite this, the aptmesphere between the vampires were electric, and as soon as they were away from prying human eyes, Marvolone whirled on them, "Arribelle will hear about this, you scoundrel," He snarled, his peircing lapis-blue gaze boring into Helana and Oliver like daggers. "We should have the right to adopt who we deem worthy to join to our colony," James put in, lifting his chin in defiance.
Oliver glared, baring his fangs, "You have no right here," He growled, "Not with out consent from our leader."
Morvolone rolled his eyes, "Those are long forgotten traditions no one needs anymore," He dismissed it with a wave of his hand, "You're just dense, like Jennete is."
Helana hissed beside Oliver, who glanced back at her with a meaningful expression. "We may have different ways with the procedures on how we treat our seperate clans," Oliver worded carefully, letting his gaze trail back to the intruders, "But we want our customs respected, and in turn, we might do the same for your own, but for now," Oliver took a step forward, "I would appreciated it if you left."
Oliver held his breath as he waited for an answer, feeling tension thicken like curdling milk around them as Marvolone chewed on his lower lip, thoughtfully. James and Helana were shifting uncomfortably about the side walk and deserted streets, casting wary, untrustworthy glances at eachother while Oliver waited, praying to the stars that Marvolone would just hurry up and answer. The alpha's gaze flicked down to the concrete beneath his feet briefly, before looking up again with a disdainful sneer, "Fine then." He seethed, "But Arribelle will know about this."
Oliver let a small sigh of relief escape him as he watched Marvolone turn away, beckoning to James; they bounded down the street, never looking back as the fled the territory.