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Post by Cain Heath on Apr 4, 2009 4:48:24 GMT 1
A growl rumbled from Cain’s throat, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He’d had a plan for dispatching Dacian, for exacting the perfect revenge. One that he’d had plenty of time to adapt and perfect as he hunted the vampire down. A plan that had been dismantled by a twist of fate and Cain’s ruthless desire to have the girl suffer just a few seconds longer. Yeah, he was still smarting about that one and right now Silas was there to take the brunt of his frustrated rage.
”I have a strategy.” He snarled. ”Find Dacian and tear his head off with my bare hands.” Cain flashed Silas a bloodthirsty grin. In case the way the vampire knocking Silas around hadn’t been enough to convince him Cain’s strengths lay in violence that last sentence would have. ”I tried a more devious plan. It backfired. Complicated revenge simply isn’t worth the effort when mindless violence will suffice, don’t you think?”
On the other hand, Silas was pretty much offering to do the thinking for him. Cain would never admit it, but he worked much better when he had somebody to tell him what to do. The only reason he wasn’t in the service of some other vampire was that he often turned out to be too unstable to get the job done without ample amounts of blood being spilt. Not mention the discovery that Dacian had become attached to another woman dangled the irresistible opportunity to do exactly the same to the older vampire as had been done to him all those years ago.
”Interesting,” Cain mused, the fact that he hadn’t grown weary and killed Silas already was a good indication that he was going to agree to the terms of the man’s offer. ”I can see you and I want the same things.” He shot Silas a deadly look as he suggested retrieving his wand. ”Just try it and see human.” Cain let out deep rumble that might have been a chuckle. Or a growl. Who knew? ”I’m kidding. Take your magical stick. No funny business.” [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 4, 2009 13:17:41 GMT 1
Tear Dacian’s head off with his bare hands? It was a tempting idea and one Silas certainly enjoyed visualising judging by the way he was smirking. From a distance one would be forgiven for assuming that he and Cain were two old friends sharing a mildly amusing joke. Unfortunately, the vampires plan wasn’t exactly viable in the long term.
“I like your methods, but, unless you want an entire squad of Ministry-sanctioned vampire hunters Apparating down here like a crack of thunder, we’re going to have to do things my way. Jail, court hearings and death tends to put a bit of a downer on victory and I’m sure you’d like a chance to gloat,” while frolicking in the moonlight and wearing Dacian’s skin as a cape, or whatever was a suitably Cain thing to do. Silas had already made up his mind to assume that nothing was too crass for the vampire’s sensitivities.
Cain’s idea of a joke didn’t go down nearly as well and Silas’s grin twisted around into a scowl. “Funny,” he grumbled, deciding to go for his wand now while Cain was being complacent. Not letting the vampire out of his sight, Silas quickly bent his knees and snatched the wand up out of the snow. Using the tip to rap his bleeding knuckles, he sealed the shallow but wide graze over then shoved the wand into his pocket, his gaze never leaving Cain’s face the whole time. They’d struck up a truce it seemed, but that didn’t mean Silas had any reason to trust him.
“The changeling can be served up afterwards without a fuss. She’s young, scared, alone, and in a place with virtually zero security guarded by an idiot of a man.” Specifically: Ed. “So don’t worry about her yet, she’s an afterthought and getting her now will just scare off the one we want. I can send Dacian’s new lust object your way whenever you’re willing to get the ball rolling. Do you know any good abandoned homes on the far outskirts, or did you have somewhere else in mind? If not I’m sure I can find somewhere you can stash a hostage for up to a few days without attracting attention. The trap can be sprung there.”
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Post by Cain Heath on Apr 8, 2009 21:06:00 GMT 1
As far as Cain was concerned the ministry wanting him dead was nothing new and not something to be concerned about. He had hardly been laying low for the past two centuries and the vampire hunters that had been sent after him had either reached rather sticky ends or been evaded. In Cain’s mind the ministry posed no threats, after all vampires had rights now, which meant any hunters needed to bring him in alive to have a fair trial. He awarded them no such mercy.
”Let them come.” He said flippantly, with a dismissive wave of his hand. ”Besides, gloating is a pointless activity. Dacian will not be able to hear me where he will be going. The deepest pits of hell are reserved for scum like him.” Cain’s face arranged into a scowl of disgust before it smoothed as an idea appealed to him. ”Besides I’ll have torn his ears off.” Imagining the various ways he could maul Dacian was one of Cain’s favourite pastimes.
He’d almost let himself get distracted, he had to keep focused on this wizard now he was retrieving his wand. Sneaky little bastard would probably curse him as soon as his back was turned, wizards were cowardly like that. It seemed Silas was equally wary, keeping his eyes on Cain as he stooped to pick up the wand. Cain was quite content to try and stare him down, glaring was something he did best. Unfortunately the move went off without a hitch. Despite the offer Cain was still looking for an excuse to kill this man.
That slightly unnerving grin found it’s way back onto Cain’s lips at the mention of the young changeling. He’d had such fun with her before, it would be amusing to see her fear when she was forced to face the man that had as good as killed her the first time round. This time Cain would watch the life drain out of her eyes, he’d been sloppy. ”I’ve waited too long already, I am ready.” He growled impatiently. ”Location does not matter to me, although The Shrieking Shack is fitting.” [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 10, 2009 1:07:24 GMT 1
“Full circle huh? Very well.” The shack? Fitting indeed. Silas had jumped into the whole affair late on the night the girl had been bitten but he was fairly sure the Shrieking Shack was where the series of events had begun.
“Just promise not to kill her the second she steps foot outside, will you? She needs to actually be alive for this. You know, breathing,” Silas emphasised with a hint of sarcasm, deciding he might as well get an assurance that Cassie wasn’t going to become a replacement for the stripper. Well, for all the good an assurance from Cain would do; he didn’t seem the type to honour promises. But, then, neither was Silas. Cain was just more overt about everything.
...Waaaaay more overt.
“After Dacian you can do what you like with her and I’ll be out of your hair. Wait here,” Silas instructed before making his way back into the building. No need to invite Cain along, Silas wasn’t exactly stupid. The vampire seemed likely to smash Cassie in the back of the head in the middle of the club and drag her off. Besides, the longer he was kept out by the threshold without an invitation the better, no telling what sort of trouble he could cause if given enough rein.
First, Silas took a detour back to his office. Cain may be content to sit in a freezer but Silas sure wasn’t. He actually needed body heat to survive, and he’d been feeling the cold uncomfortably from standing outside so long. After collecting the coat he’d left draped over his chair, he picked up a random pile of sheets as an afterthought – inventory – then made his way back out while pretending to flip through it.
Where was Cassie? Silas caught sight of her finishing clearing the drinks off a table a set of patrons had just vacated and made his way over, looking through the register to look like he was actually doing something. She was the only member of staff around in that section of the club, which made it less suspicious that she was the only one he called out. “Hey, Cassie? Could you spare a minute?” he asked, stopping as though only just spotting her. “Emily’s complaining because Kestrel went out the back for her break and hasn’t come back in yet. When you’re done here, go see what’s keeping her will you?”
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Apr 10, 2009 10:51:52 GMT 1
Cassie sighed, lifting one foot, then the other and rotating her ankles to try and ease the way they were aching. She was still well and truly in the doghouse with the other girls for disappearing on her shift before and that meant fair rota be damned Holly had her covering the back corner of the club, furthest from the bar where the most shady patrons lurked. Both her breaks had been kindly been placed right at the start of her shift when she didn’t need them, so she’d been stuck sitting at the bar with Rickie for company and now she was paying for it because she’d been working 2 hours straight.
She wasn’t even sure why she was sticking it out, it wasn’t like she needed the job, she just wanted to prove Dacian wrong. Cassie was clearly just a glutton for punishment. Pushing her hair back out of her face for what felt like the millionth time she finally relented and clipped it out of the way, then made her way across the club to a table two sleazy guys had just left. She set the tray none to gently down on the table and started precariously stacking the empty glasses onto it, grumbling all the while about the measly three Knut tip.
Silas’s voice calling her name made her startle and she looked up, freezing rather like a deer in the headlights. She’d mostly been avoiding him, in order to steer clear of the sticky situation of accusing her boss of attempted murder, so why was he talking to her now? ”Sure.” She agreed tentatively. Well, that had been relatively pain free and she couldn’t help bracing herself for the ’Kidding, you’re fired.’ Perhaps they were pretending to have a proper boss and employee relationship now.
Cassie picked up the loaded tray and trailed back to the bar to drop off the glasses, glancing over her shoulder a couple of times to shoot Silas with a puzzled look. By rights he should be asking one of the bouncers to go and fetch Kestrel as all the girls had been forbidden from slipping out the back for breaks, but it wasn’t like the threat really applied to Cassie. Dacian probably wouldn’t kidnap her again and she knew he was still a little too tender to risk lurking around Scores.
She shivered as a blast of cold air hit her when she opened the door to the club. Kestrel better not have wandered off anywhere, no way was Cassie wandering around outside in sub-zero temperatures for any length of time. It was dark. Darker than it should be even for a back alley and Cassie had to peer through the gloom to make out the usual stacked crates of empty bottles, bins lining the wall and the cold stone statue of Kestrel, face frozen into expression of shock and terror, one arm thrown up to try and protect her from an unknown attacker.
Wait…
What?
Cassie let out a little gasp, but before could back up, retreat into the safety of the club, a fist shot out from nowhere and caught her in the jaw. She stumbled, pain pluming through her face and making her whimper even as she crashed into the alley wall, tripping over a crate and grazing her palms on brick in an effort to break her fall. An ice-cold and impossibly strong hand found it’s way to the back of her neck, gripping hard as fingers tangled in her hair and dragged her to her feet.
She cried out, pushing blindly at the torso of her attacker to try and break free. A knee to the stomach quickly stilled any further efforts at a struggle and Cassie stopped moving as she was forced to concentrate on rasping cold air into her lungs. The attacker pulled her upright, forcing her head back to expose her neck. Vampire. Cassie thought. “Much better.” His voice snarled cruelly in her ear and then his lips were on her throat, teeth sinking into her flesh as darkness claimed her. [/font]
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Post by Cain Heath on May 2, 2009 9:34:36 GMT 1
”No promises,” Cain growled, he owed this human nothing, except perhaps for a quick end if, no when, he decided to eat the man. ”I assure you her corpse will draw Dacian out as effectively as a hostage situation.” Cain had learned a thing or two about the vampire over the years and despite claiming to be a solitary figure he knew Dacian was fiercely possessive over the people he became attached too. In other words killing the girl would spark the need for revenge much like it had in Cain.
He flashed Silas a smile that was all elongated canines. ”However I won’t kill her yet,” He conceded the grin making it clear that there was nothing good in store for Dacian’s woman. ”I’ll need something to keep me amused while I wait.” Cain said by way of explanation. He liked playing with his food, pushing his prey to the edge of terror. Fear made blood so much more satisfying. Perhaps he could have a little taste before the big showdown, nobody had said anything about keeping her in one piece.
A snarl escaped Cain’s lips as Silas as good as ordered him around. Who did this human think he was? Cain had half a mind to kill the girl just to spite him, but the prospect of forcing Dacian to watch her die was too appealing. He watched Silas leave, thinking how easy it would be to just kill him while his back was turned, however since he didn’t know exactly who Dacian had shacked up with he’d have to wait at least until after he had the woman in his grasp.
Patience was not one of Cain’s strong suits and he very quickly began to think Silas had double crossed him. Retreating to the safety of his cosy building where Cain couldn’t reach him, the yellow bellied coward. Anger bubbling up uncontrollably, he took it out on one of the empty crates in the alleyway, kicking it hard enough to make the box splinter into a thousand little pieces. Wanton destruction always made him feel better.
He slunk back silently into the shadows when the door creaked open again. A blonde head poking through the gap between door and frame that was shortly followed by the slender young woman stepping out into the alley. Woman? No, she was barely more than a girl. How unlike Dacian. Blonde, boyish figure, young, not traits he thought the older vampire looked for. No matter, she would serve her purpose, then she would die.
Cain shot forwards, taking full advantage of his preternatural strength and speed to neutralise her, unable to resist drawing out attack out a little longer than necessary just to indulge in the frightened thundering of her heart. Then his teeth were at her neck, blood blossoming from the puncture wounds into his mouth as he pumped the sedative in his saliva into her system. When she went limp and he was satisfied the combination of blood loss and sedative would keep her under as long as he needed, Cain reluctantly ran his tongue over the wounds to seal them over then hoisted her over one shoulder like she was a rag doll.
Now he just had to wait on Silas. [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 8, 2009 17:28:37 GMT 1
Silas was more than a little satisfied to see that Cassie seemed too nervous of him to even try and turn down the simple request. As he watched her slip through the door out of the corner of his eye he vaguely wondered if he should feel somewhat sorry for the girl, considering the fright she was about to receive. Then again, he’d never felt sorry for anyone in his entire life and her connection with Dacian was enough to worm her out of any inkling of sympathy she might have otherwise received. She had brought it upon herself by fraternizing with that damn vampire.
It was rather bad form to allow anyone to witness him exiting through the same door Cassie had just gone through – even simple ties to the kidnapping could be problematic in the future – so Silas dumped the folder on a table and headed out towards the main entrance. The receptionist gave him a glare and attempted to enquire why he was slipping out of work so early, but Silas doggedly replied that he had an appointment and would be back give or take an hour before Apparating out.
He appeared silently an adjoining alleyway; considering Dacian’s somewhat violent reaction to apparition when they had first met Silas wasn’t stupid enough to materialize directly in Cain’s vicinity. He’d popped up more off-target than he had expected however. Damnit, that had to be the vodka from before. After performing a sobering charm as a precaution, he slipped into the coat he had collected earlier and strolled leisurely out to meet the other vampire. The rest of the night shouldn’t be too hard. Get Cassie to the shack. Don’t end up as vampire chow.
“Nicely done,” Silas remarked as Cain saw him approaching. Well, evidently that was Cassie sorted. He paused a safe distance from the vampire before speaking again to take a look at what could be seen of the girl, or specifically, to check if she was still breathing. The rise and fall of her body was awkward considering how she was slumped over the older man’s shoulder, but she was breathing none the less.
“Shall we?” he invited, and the two headed off towards the shack. Dacian was going to love the party being set for him.
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