Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Feb 22, 2009 20:37:41 GMT 1
Dacian was not feeling particularly smug right now, but if he could hear Silas’s thoughts, he would be. The temperature did not affect him. His own breath made barely a whisper in front of his mouth on the cold air and his body lost no dexterity in a cold environment.
The vampire was keeping a wary eye on the wizard, likely plotting his death between absently listening to the words spoken in the darkness. Dacian had known Newell was keeping tabs on him, though he doubted the man had left his coven. Only if dishonourably discharged would the vampire ever act on his own mind. Dacian was also fairly sure the man had no mind of his own. Newell was a dogsbody, likely tailing him and reporting back to his superiors. Vampires liked to know where their enemies were as the information came in useful now and again. The only reason Dacian wasn’t dead yet was his initiative to trade certain tasks for rights of safe passage. Dacian was one fish in a very large pond, and hunting the other sharks and surviving got your certain privileges.
Cain surprised him though. Was the man actually learning something other than how to be a cock-sure yank? Dacian snorted under his breath. Unlikely. He was probably mustering up the courage to have another go at him about Eloise.
Abel was a cunning opponent, almost as sly as Fox (the name was befitting), but Dacian knew Silas had some of his facts wrong. Abel liked to keep his enemies guessing. If a wizard could discover his location, it was unlikely that was where Abel actually was. Misdirection was a talent of his, hence Dacian’s suspicion toward the vampire. If this was him, he would not be quite so easy to deal with.
Vampires were creatures of habit, luckily, so the knowledge Dacian did have would come in useful. You could be as cunning and underhand as you liked but once brute force came into play, strategies were no use in a good old-fashioned teeth-an-nails fight. Abel stood no chance.
“I’m sure, human. Out of those names, Abel is the most likely candidate.” He scooped the knife he had thrown from the ground with his bloodied left hand and took a few retreating steps back. He slipped the blade in a pocket of his coat with hung on a dragon-styled tombstone and picked up the leather duster, draping it over his left arm. “You’re done now Silas, no more questions.” It was highly infuriating not being able to slaughter the wizard. For a mortal to get away with what Silas had already, it was a blow to the ego and Dacian never took hits there well. The man may as well have walked up to him and kicked him in the groin.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Feb 23, 2009 14:26:15 GMT 1
”I’m sure, human.”
Human? That was an interesting, if deliberate, word choice. An attempt for Dacian to point out who was superior in the long run was it, or matter of habit? A bit insulting really, if anything, but that was probably with intention. Humanity was... mindless, dense, pathetic, establishmentarian, easily blinded; mere bricks in a wall. Dacian was wrong, he wasn’t one of them. Silas found they seemed to function on a lower level. It didn’t particularly matter, for a ‘mere human’ he seemed to be doing pretty well for himself against the vampire and Silas gave another smirk in that knowledge. ”Human, huh? If you say so,” he laughed under his breath, but didn’t bother arguing, forgetting the vampire could probably hear.
Abel then. Fine. There was a chance the vampire knew something he didn’t but Silas was confident that he’d gotten his facts right. The whole thing had gotten more complicated now anyway. With Jacaranda being a complete pest he wouldn’t be surprised if he found out that she was monitoring his owls too. There was limited time to work on Dacian’s case because most of his waking hours now were spent trying to fabricate his finances to look like it was due to shoddy business management rather than to personal use or bribe payments to get people to talk about Dacian and his ‘friends’. Of course, Jacaranda now thought he was just an idiot with no idea how to run a lemonade stand let alone a club, but what she didn’t know could land him in a cell.
”Actually, I’m not done,” he responded obstinately, the cogs in his brain whirling to think up something seeing as he had, in fact, no more questions to ask. He was just being a prat for the sake of it so as not to let the vampire think he could dismiss him that easily. He was more than happy to leave, but it was going to be on his own orders, not Dacian’s. What had the vampire been up to lately? Stayed at the Three Brooms, that’s right. ”Hang on, wait. Scratch that. I was going to ask how the hell you’d managed to move in with a girl for even a little while, but all I can think of there is necrophilia and I’d rather not. What did she do, cheat on you with an Inferi?”
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Feb 23, 2009 15:42:22 GMT 1
Dacian snorted. Silas didn’t think him self human? He had a heartbeat, he was bipedal, he was mortal, and thus he was human. He could die just as easily as any other person; there were just a few more barriers in the way, magical ones. One of these days Silas was getting what was coming for him, and he would die in the most painful and inhumane way possible.
Self-combustion was unheard of in vampires – though he’d heard for some wizards who’d managed it – but Dacian was fairly sure he could manage it now. Silas was referring to Cassie. The vampire let out a snarl, stopping just short of his mental barrier that kept him from moving past the crucifix. Necrophilia!? He was not some shambling mindless corpse, though implying Edward was might have lightened his mood at any other time. Vampires were in a class far above zombies, or whatever wizards liked to call them. Necromancy was necromancy in Dacian’s book.
Vampires had nothing to do with necromancy. They were not controlled by some mortal with a sick set of morals. They were their own thinking beings, far superior to whatever abomination man could create. Apart from being shunned by God and his followers, vampires shared nothing in common with the Inferi. He might not have a heartbeat, but he was not a reanimated carcass. He did not consider himself dead, as such. He might have been briefly, but he’d been given another life, a damned one, but a life nonetheless.
If it weren’t for the crucifix, Dacian would have launched at the wizard and given him first-hand experience of being dead. “You. Are. Done.” He snarled, turning on his heel and stalking away. This place was compromised now. He would have to find somewhere else to shelter during the day. While a crypt was not the most lavish of havens, it was better than some dingy cave.
Silas’s debt was rising by the second, and the man would pay through the nose, preferably with his brain on the end of a hook. Egyptians could be fairly inspirational at times, despite wanting to chop him into pieces.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Feb 24, 2009 12:40:05 GMT 1
Well, that got a reaction. Evidently he’d struck a nerve. The only pity was that Dacian caught himself in time so Silas didn’t have an excuse to see if he could make crucifix-burns spell out ‘cocksucker’ on the creatures back. Still, the glimmer in his eye was triumphant. The difficult tossup now was to either keep going and possibly freeze to death or see how much longer Dacian could constrain himself. Oh, screw it. He could always just wake Dacian up mid-afternoon next time.
”For tonight, at least. Next time pick a more creative place to have an affair, will you? You’re a walking stereotype, it’s embarrassing. I’ll be seeing you, Love.” While he was speaking the crucifix jumped back into his hand as though jerked by an invisible string. ”And remember to wear clothes unless you actually have an interest in fucking. It makes you look easy otherwise,” he added with an intentionally lecherous grin.
Without even a pop Silas vanished in the blink of an eye, having apparated back to the small Scores reception area, the only place not covered by anti-apparition charms. It was quite useless to have a cover charge if anyone could just teleport in at leisure. Now it was time for preventative measures. Dacian was certainly the vengeful type which meant that odds were he’d try and show up sooner or later. Silas was confident enough that Dacian had no idea where he lived, although where he worked was no public secret. Anti-vampire security around his house and Scores needed to be doubled. He was also going to have to forgo walking in favour of floo powder if he wanted to go out anywhere past four, which was going to be capital a pain in the arse if there ever was one. Better get started on those charms then.
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