Hysteria {Silas}

Dominic looked the new man up and down, his tongue still running over his fangs. There would be no point attacking either one of them now, even he knew two against one wouldn’t swing in his favour. Those wands were dangerous when wizards were given enough time to use them and the young vampire already had been a punching bag enough for one night. That and the fact the bouncer was now looking smugly at him had begun to frustrate the boy to no end.

”Of course I won’t pay the entry fee, it’s ridiculous and downright impossible,” Dom snapped with an ill-tempered glare for the bouncer. Stupid man, how could he not hear how silly the entrance fee was? The only money he had on him was, well, none actually. He didn’t exactly have to buy anything, especially his food, at this time of night. Whenever he ate out, the meals had a habit of being free. Besides, he was a drifter, an awesome one at that, and drifters lived off very little and were very good at it.

Watching the new man eye him up made Dominic feel slightly uncomfortable. He glanced down to see what it was the man was looking at and saw it was the dried blood that had caught his attention. The boy knew there would be no signs, maybe aside from the fading bruising around his nose, that would suggest the blood was indeed his. ”I’d be better if your bouncer would let me in. You’re the boss I presume? Well then this service is terrible and you already know what I think about the entry fee,” Dom answered snidely, neglecting to answer the question of what happened. As far as he was concerned it was none of the strange man’s business.

The sarcasm in the new man’s voice did not escape Dominic’s notice, what was it with people and taking that tone with him tonight? The vampire sighed, clenching his fist tighter. Being treated like he was an idiot was starting to get on his nerves. The hopes of spending the night with a dancer were becoming fainter and fainter, such a shame. Dancers of any kind were always the most flexible, especially when it counted.

”I know I should pay to get in but how do you expect me to pay in sailing boats and grass cutters? Do I look like I have any on me at the moment? I told your man here that and he was no help at all. In fact he was bloody useless,” the boy complained in a patronising tone in an attempt to bait the bouncer into a scuffle. Winning a fight over a mortal, although a little easy, would make him feel better he’d decided already.

Oh shit. Dominic closed his mouth when he realised the fancy looking guy was staring at it. When he got angry he tended to accidently flash his fangs and give himself away. The flaxen-haired vampire’s maker had always tried to tell him off about it and usually he was pretty good at keeping his fangs hidden but he’d slipped up now. God damn it. If he had any chance of entry before, that was completely gone now. Stupid fucking vampirism.

Oh and to make things even worse the blood had been pointed out. The young vampire rolled his eyes and inwardly chastised himself, although he supposed the blood would have been noticed either way. ”Some asshole named Dacian, though I don’t see how that’s any of your business as he’s one of my kind. Our affairs don’t concern you mortal,” he spat, reciting a speech he’d heard as a changeling many times. Personally he loved humans but not the ones in front of him at the present time.

Keeping a careful eye on the strange mortal, Dom resigned to stand quietly and wait for the man to take in what he’d said. The guy didn’t look happy about the news Dacian was a live and beating up other vampires. Maybe, through this man, the blond vampire could exact vengeance on the older of his kin? No, mortals were not to be trusted with vampire affairs and if this man went after Dacian himself Dom would rather stay out of it. Whatever bad blood they had between them was their business and his trifle with the older vampire was a different matter.

That being said it was probably better if he kept as much information about himself to himself. Dom didn’t need or want Dacian hunting him down, especially since he already would if he found out the flaxen-haired vampire had set foot in Hogsmeade. Well technically he hadn’t yet but he sure as Hell was going to, soon.

So the mortal knew who’d inflicted the holy scar, a clear sign the man knew how to deal with vampires and was one that may have to be avoided in the future. ”The scar was a holy one, a nasty one at that,” the boy reflected derisively, letting the mortal know he did not approve at all. The use of holy items was something the young vampire felt was a dirty tactic. Just because someone wasn’t powerful or diplomatic enough to deal with one of his kind didn’t mean God had to become involved.

”Huh?” Dom sounded quietly, utterly confused. The man’s saying had made no sense to him, he’d never heard it before but the boy decided not to challenge it further. Wizards, of what little he knew about them, were different to normal humans. They had their own customs, money and, obviously, sayings too. His face brightened when the entry fee was announced null and void for him but he was also suspicious. ”Yes, but why? Why the sudden change of heart on your part?” the blond asked slowly, eyeing Silas with apprehension.

”It has suddenly occurred to me that I don’t even know your name. I presume you’re the proprietor of this place and I would feel rude accepting your generous offer without knowing whom I would be thanking for it,” the young vampire said respectfully, his suspicion guarded with a fake look of eagerness. ”I am Thomas Harrow but everyone calls me Tom,” Dom lied with practised ease, holding out his hand as part of the introduction.