Adrian Connery
Adult
Gryffindor Head of House and Auror
Mysterious; another word for boring.
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Post by Adrian Connery on Feb 12, 2009 10:05:20 GMT 1
Adrian barely flinched at Vivian’s attack, he’d expected it what with her being loose and all. “Are you really that fucking stupid? Actually don’t answer that. What the hell have you done huh? I don’t see you out there keeping the vampire hunters, who followed your friend’s trail here, at bay. I don’t see you out in the world hunting for any signs for the rogue vampire. The only thing I see you doing is sitting upstairs pushing Ed and everyone else to their limits, pathetic really,” he hissed, incredibly calm compared to how he was before.
So this wasn’t about him, hadn’t Adrian said that all along? Clenching his fist and cracking his knuckles, inwardly the man fumed. “Remember this,” he started quietly, “yes Vivian needs this place, it’s familiar but soon enough she won’t need you at all, instead she’ll turn to the people she knows. Once again she will leave you, just like others have over the last, what? Six hundred years. Vivian will always like me better; I’ve been her trusted mentor and confidant these last four years. She’ll come back to me and you’ll be left pathetically pining for the one you sired, never to see her again.” The last bit was barely a whisper; it was the truth as far as Adrian could see, an extremely painful truth.
With one last snigger, the man left satisfied that he’d said what he’d had to say. Of course he expected Dacian to launch himself at him, with the vampire it was always violence, especially when he knew he’d been beaten verbally.
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Feb 12, 2009 11:13:03 GMT 1
Dacian endured the first wave, more interested on stopping Vivian from kicking him in the shins. He smiled a little when it actually hurt. The little slip of a girl had some power in those legs. Connery was rambling on about what he hadn’t done, and Dacian rolled his eyes. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m a little busy right now.” He replied sardonically, hefting Vivian up with one arm. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep that grip. He’d been hoping Connery would sod off now he was done, but no, it appeared he had more drivel to spiel.
He sighed dramatically and carefully avoided a well-aimed kick to his groin. That was close. Connery was still going? ‘Blahblahblah, six-hundred years.’ Like a kick in the groin and a punch in the face at the same time, that got his attention. He had never told the wizard his age. The only logical conclusion was that the little magical fucks had been using the three days since learning his name to drag up everything they could about it. Ordinarily, a good dose of menacing was in order, followed by some pain, but his stone grip on Vivian prevented him from that. Dacian watched the smug bastard go in stunned silence. The click of the door shutting was the trigger that broke that silence.
Almost throwing Vivian into the far corner in his haste to put her down, he kicked out at the empty keg he had been using as a stool. The barrel collapsed in around his foot, and a good stomping shattered it into pieces. A primal roar of anger followed and not content with the destruction of the measly barrel, he laid into the table with his only good fist. When it buckled in the centre, he picked up the heavy oak halves and slammed them repeatedly into the wall. “Connery you rat-fucking prick,” he yelled at the ceiling, “Keep the fuck out of my history.” He hoped it would come right back at him and bite him in is sorry arse. Half of it probably would. At least he had a lot of past and it would take the wizards a long time to find anything substantial, he tried to consol himself as he calmed. Half of the really juicy things probably never got written down, mostly because there were not many people left to do so afterward.
Vivian did need him. Vivian. He looked sharply to the corner he had left her in. She was huddled in it, sobbing into her hands. Shit. If he had gained any leeway, he had lost it now. Anger was something she could cultivate over time; turn it into a raging unstoppable yet directional beast. But she was just a frightened child, and though even in his fit of rage he had carefully avoided hurting her, he had scared her. His mouth opened but he had no words to say. Sinking down to his knees, he reached out a hand to rest on her shoulder but she managed to fold herself more tightly into the corner. He dropped his hand with a sigh. “I know you don’t believe me, and I know it’s had to believe what we are. But I’m sorry. I am sorry. I couldn’t watch you die, alright? This happened because of me, and I could give you another chance at a life you’d let to live. I saved you and damned you simultaneously. I’m sorry, Vivian. I wish I could undo it, I wish I could undo this.” He ran is bloody hand through his hair without thinking and swore colourfully under his breath. “I’m sorry you’re stuck with me but Connery cannot look after you. He might think he can, but you’re too strong. You’re too fast. You’ll always be hungry, and Connery is a tempting reminder of your old life. I should have taken you far away from this place, yet I stayed because I thought you needed this.”
He inched closer, trying again to put his hand on her shoulder. “Try and believe me, try to listen. You’re safe with me. I can keep you safe; I can keep those around us safe. But you have to trust me. You don’t have to like me, but you have to trust me.” His voice was tired, his whole body was tired. He needed blood and sleep, not to try and win over the trust of a 15-year-old newly-changed vampire. “Please, Vivian?”
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Feb 12, 2009 12:36:36 GMT 1
Vivian’s lucidity during the exchange was negligible. Okay, sure, she was able to launch some interesting attacks while being restrained you wouldn’t think someone in a blood frenzy would have the brains to try, but there was little doubt if she was aware what she was doing she couldn’t have been trying to savage Adrian to start with. Dacian and Connery could have been professing their gay, undying love and lust for each other for all she appeared to care.
It wasn’t until Connery was out of the room that Vivian managed to calm. Rather than getting a much needed moment to reflect on things however, all there was time for was her face falling at the sudden sinking realisation of what had just happened before she was practically flung to the far side of the basement.
Vivian hit the ground hard, but not enough to cause damage. She was scared, horrified at herself and sickened, and now, thanks to Dacian’s behaviour, actually fearing for her own safety. It was a miracle she still even had tears to cry after how much had already seen shed. On her hands and knees she pathetically crawled into the corner and sat down in the foetal position to sob into her knees, shaking like crazy. She didn’t want to look up to see the vampire destroying the room, she couldn’t bring herself to; instead she just jumped visibly every time a loud crash rang around the room from something else breaking and she just shut her eyes harder wishing to disappear.
It wasn’t just Dacian either, it was herself. She had just tried to eat her fucking teacher and there was no way she could have stopped herself. Who was next after that? Scotty? The barman? Was the next person to walk in here just going to end up a slab on meat on the ground? She’d always been quick to criticize the emo vampire cliché but holy shit, when it was actually happening to you.
The sound of epic destruction around the room finally ceased and Vivian finally managed to peek over her knees at what was going on. Dacian was coming over, and it was only the fact a heart couldn’t stop twice that prevented it from doing so again. Instead she just squeaked, pressing herself further into her corner as though begging to be swallowed up by the wall.
Dacian didn’t want to hurt her, that was clear, but Vivian still couldn’t will herself to let him touch her, or even peep out a response or a word; she was too frightened at everything that had happened. As the older vampire all this bullshit had just been to save her life, inside her head she was already screaming ‘SO JUST KILL ME ALREADY AND END IT!’ but her tongue couldn’t form the words. She didn’t want to die, not really, but it seemed like a pretty viable option at that moment in time.
She wanted to be alone; she wanted to stay here and cry and never leave the basement again. It was either that or fresh air and sunlight which, Vivian recalled bitterly, was something she was never going to have together again.
Unable to say anything to Dacian either way, Vivian allowed her head to drop again, silently willing him to leave and never come back.
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Feb 12, 2009 17:26:57 GMT 1
No response. It was like talking to a brink wall, albeit a rather small and malleable one. With a sigh, he eased himself down to sit next to her, bending his knees at an angle and resting his forehead in his good hand. He was defeated, temporarily. Parenthood was overrated. “Alright, we’ll do this your way. When you’re ready to talk, we’ll talk.” Without looking at her, he leaned his head back onto the soothing cold stone of the cellar wall. What he needed right now was a good drink and some solitude. Instead, he was stuck in the basement of a pub owned by a man he didn’t like, frequented by a professor he didn’t like in a town he didn’t like which was populated by yet more people he didn’t like. On the list of places he wanted to be, this was not on it. In fact, it was on the list of places he didn’t want to be, and it ranked quite highly.
The fact that Vivian seemed unwilling to even say one coherent or constructive word to him was beginning to give him a headache. The gaping wounds in his arm didn’t help. Gingerly, he peeled the sleeve away from the lacerated forearm and peered at it. Damn, that girl could do some damage. Seeing as she refused to even look at him, he figured it was safe to return to cleaning it. His tongue rasped over the torn skin, and the sensation of his own raw flesh on his tongue was not one he liked, as it generally meant he was injured enough to be able to see his innards and he was a firm believer in keeping his innards inside. With gruesome curiosity, he flexed his fingers, seeing the corresponding tendon twitch in protest. Suitably discontented by this, he cleaned up the rest of his wrist and chased some of the dribbles of old blood that had made their way to his elbow. After discovering that it was indeed impossible to lick your own elbow (again, who hadn’t tried it before?), he gave up and wiped the stubborn blood off with his already stained shirt.
After one last close inspection, he deemed it as clean as it was going to get and left it to heal up on its own. Ingesting his own blood gave him no sustenance, and so now the hungry vampire grumbled and closed his tired eyes. Vivian was already tiring him out, and he had a feeling this wasn’t going to get any easier. Resting his head back on the wall, he gave in to the overwhelming urge to sleep. There was still a fair portion of the night left, but he’d be (even more) damned if he was going out hunting now. No, he’d sleep, and if Vivian decided she wanted to make a break for it while he did? Well, Edward and Connery probably deserved it.
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