Knights of Cydonia {Dom}

[Dacian]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]The boy’s gaze was lingering on the scar, and Dacian hoped he was revaluating his interest in the magical village. He tightened his grip with each squirm, making it clear he was not escaping unless he was released purposefully. He did shift his grip, however, pinning his shoulders with both hands rather than his neck. Personal space, indeed. The youth needed to learn some manners when speaking to his elders. He waited for the boy to finish his little speech about his supposed free rights, and raised a speculative brow. Dacian dreaded to think what sort of imbecile this vampire’s sire was. If this was the way he spoke to older vampires with an obviously volatile temper, the sire of this mongrel had to be the most timid hunter he’d ever heard of. “Finished, are we?” He asked, drawing his eyes in line with Dominic’s. “Good.” Without warning, he jerked forward and landed the hard curve of his forehead into the other vampire’s nose. While he reeled in surprise, Dacian dragged him by the scruff of his clothes down the alley and out the other side. The girl would come round eventually, and he would be as lax as the younger vampire if he lingered at the scene of the crime. In the backstreets, almost pitch black with no unbroken streetlamps, Dacian dragged Dominic in a tight weave of lefts and rights until they were in a deserted warehousing district tucked away behind the busy front of bars and clubs. They reached a loading bay, dormant lorries parked like silent giants all around. He let the boy drop, and left him sprawling on the rough tarmac. “You will learn when to keep your mouth shut. If you say one more word to me that you mean to insult me with, I will start cutting your digits off one by one. And then your limbs if I have to. You’re right: I am an old man, and you’d do well not to forget that.” He lifted a hand in an old gesture, but there was no hair to push back. Instead he ran his fingers through the short crop, scratching the back of his scalp. “You can’t be with a coven with that attitude, so I’m assuming you’re rogue. That makes two of us. You can’t be too old, because your survival instinct is lacking. It’s a wonder you’re still alive. I’m going to stretch the limits of what kindness I owe you, and as I owe you nothing at all, I’m doing you a big favour. If you want to stay alive, you listen to my threats when I make them: they’re not idle.”

[Dominic Spencer]

”Thank yo- oh by God by dose,” just when things seemed to be getting a little more civil between the two of them, Dacian had to go and break his nose with his forehead. Dom reeled in pain after the sickening crunch, his eyes watering almost non-stop. Dark blood dribbled quicker than usual down the younger vampire’s chin and onto his shirt. Damn it, that was his favourite shirt too. ”Whad da fuck?” he moaned, trying to wipe away the blood but found it hard with his shoulders pinned.

And then, when things couldn’t get worse Dom was suddenly being dragged by his clothes this way and that. Tears (of pain of course) streamed down the boy’s cheeks and clouded his vision. It only added to the fear he was suddenly feeling; this mad old vampire was going to kill him. Of all the alley ways in all of London he’d gone and picked the one with the guy who was nine kinds of crazy in it. Now he was going to pay for choosing this night of all nights to hit the town. Shit he was going to die.

Just when he thought Dacian would never stop dragging him somewhere he was shoved to the ground. Bracing his fall Dominic grazed both his knees, ripping his jeans in the process, and both his hands. Nose, hands and knees bleeding; as he gathered himself to sit he looked something like a small child might. His eyes had stopped watering, yet there were still tears rolling down his face and the flaxen-haired vampire looked as though he was about to burst out into sobs.

Indignantly he wiped at the blood and tears on his face, and moaned at the blood on his clothes. His nose was broken (though it wouldn’t be for much longer) and his favourite outfit ruined but he supposed that didn’t matter now since he was about to die.

”Alrighd I’m sorry, jusd please don’d kill me,” Dom pleaded before snapping his nose back into place. Already the grazes had healed and he could feel his nose setting back into place. ”Yes I’m a rogue and I’ve been a vampire for eighty-nine years next February. I still don’t see what’s so bad about this Hogsmeade place but if I promise I won’t go there would you let me go?” Dom conceded. He didn’t mean his promise of course but as of now he would say or do anything just to get away from the older vampire.

[Dacian]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]This was more like it. He hadn’t witnessed nearly enough grovelling recently. Wizards were all so sure of themselves, and Dacian rarely picked on normal humans. If he’d known he just needed to find a young vampire to stroke his ego, he would have kicked one while it was down before now. He crossed his arms, glaring down at the crumpled young man as if pondering whether to take his word for it or kill him. The bloody tear-streaked face was finally too much and Dacian rolled his eyes, shoulders relaxing. “Oh please, you’re not worth killing. You’re hardly a notch on my belt. Hell, I think killing you would degrade my reputation.” He snorted and tilted his head, the slight ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “Your promise means nothing to me. Your actions, however, do. I’m letting you go now, but consider yourself dead if you set one foot in Scotland.” He warned, though not quite as harshly as he had before. His lips pursed, and he glanced back in the direction of the main streets. He was still hungry. The kid had distracted him. “Seeing as I’ve done you such a favour,” he smirked as he looked over the bloodied shirt, “You can find me another A negative brunette and I’ll tell you what else you’re doing wrong for free.” He flashed his fangs. “I’m generous tonight.”

[Dominic Spencer]

The news that he wasn’t worth killing, although a little damaging to the ego, was the best news Dominic had heard all night. ”Oh thank God,” he whispered, throwing his head back in relief. Somehow he’d again survived another encounter with an older, stronger vampire. How on Earth he kept managing to scrape his way out of trouble was anyone’s guess.

”Right got it; dead if I step a foot inside Scotland,” the boy repeated, letting Dacian know he’d got the message, well at least that’s what he wanted the man to think. There was no way in Hell anyone would keep Dom from the small wizarding village especially now that he’d gotten it into his mind that the place must be way more exciting than he’d first thought.

He gathered himself up and pushed himself up off the ground. The younger vampire found he was covered in gravel and groaned, he hated being dirty. Instead of complaining about it Dom dusted himself off and inspected the holes he’d torn in his bright yellow jeans. ”Fuck, he breathed furiously. Around these parts he didn’t know where he’d find a material shop for the repairs that were needed.

”What?” the boy whined, looking up from his pants. ”Okay fine, I’ll find you another A negative brunette,” the blond said quickly. He wasn’t out of trouble yet so complying with Dacian was really not a matter he had much of a choice in at the moment. The prospect of having his technique critiqued was not something Dom looked forward to. How he hunted was perfectly fine, every vampire had a different style but this older one was too far up on his high horse to realise it.

Grudgingly Dominic led the way back to where he could hear people moving about, taking care to stick to the shadows. Even he knew now that he was less likely to catch prey with dried blood on his face, shirt, hands and knees... or maybe not. Completely focused he formulated a plan and then waited for someone of Dacian’s specifications to come along. A woman in her mid-twenties finally came strolling towards the ally; her blood and hair colour was exactly the kind Dominic was looking for.

With a fake cry of pain he limped out of the alley and begged her for help. The boy claimed he had a friend behind him who was badly injured. It took a little bit of convincing but soon enough the woman was willingly following the flaxen-haired vampire deeper into the dark alley. Quick as a flash Dom stopped limping and rounded on her, fangs bared. He placed a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and then bit her sharply on the wrist, injecting his sedative.

The woman went limp in no time at all and was only upright because Dom was holding her. ”There, A negative brunette just like you ordered sir,” he said sharply, holding the woman out to Dacian. It was lucky he’d already eaten otherwise he might have kept her to himself. Of what little of her blood he’d tasted she had a pretty damn good flavour.

”I’ve done what you wanted, hunted for you, now what? Are you going to tell me what I did wrong? How could improve? Hell are you going to thank me? Because that would be nice right about now,” he mouthed off sceptically. Really he should have kept his mouth firmly shut but old habits died hard.

[Dacian]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]Dacian was fairly sure the young vampire would refuse his request slash demand, so he was mildly surprised when he took up the challenge. The boy slinked off, and Dacian followed at a leisurely yet stealthy pace. The older vampire was convinced his warning about Hogsmeade would be heeded, as his threads were seldom ignored. Even if he would not be near Hogsmeade to enforce it, there was only a small chance the boy would risk testing the threat. Dacian wondered how the boy survived with such skewed sensibilities. He seemed more worried about his clothing than his life. Dacian huffed. It was a sure sign he was getting old when he started to complain about the youth of today. He was justified though in thinking the boy would come to a quick and messy end quite soon. He was careless and vain, two traits that were the undoing of many vampires. At least though he had a streak of luck a mile wide. The first woman he came across was just what Dacian ordered. He wasn’t sure which was the bigger fluke; the woman being perfect in body or imperfect in mind. Following a bloodied man into a dark alley? It was a good job you weren’t what you ate or Dacian would be dropping a few IQ points. Dacian took the woman, holding her against his chest in a parody of a hug. Looking down, he fairly salivated at the sight of long smooth neck. His fangs glistened when he spoke. “Your taste is impeccable.” He’d given the compliment before, but the boy really did have an eye for women. “But your hunting style is dangerous. She could have called her friends or the emergency services in the time it took you to convince her to follow. That’s too much of a delay. People might have seen you talking.” He inhaled deeply, pupils dilating at the promise of fresh blood. “You need to learn patience. The first possibility might not always be the best. Keep your options and escape routes open.” The woman was too much to resist. One arm holding her torso, the other hand cupping the back of her head, he bared her neck and bit down on the soft pale skin. Had he been alone, he might have allowed himself a grunt of satisfaction. The taste of fresh warm blood flooding his mouth was euphoric. She did not taste as sweet as the last A-negative he’d sampled, but then forbidden fruit was always more succulent. He took an amount that hardly sated his hunger before he pulled away. He lapped the wound clean and once satisfied it would close, he sat the woman down gently. Eyes almost languid from the fix, he turned to Dominic and wiped a smudge of blood from his lip. “Still here? Get lost, kid. And learn how to keep that mouth of yours shut.”

[Dominic Spencer]

Less than impressed and suddenly feeling hungry again Dominic watched Dacian prepare to feed on the woman the other vampire had been too lazy to catch. He almost suggested something like ‘get a room’ to the older man but hell must have frozen over because the blond kept his mouth shut. Instead he settled for rolling his eyes, standing with his arms over his chest and a pout on his face while Dacian started to talk.

”I know how to hunt perfectly fine,” he retorted huffily, his pout growing larger. ”The thing about people in this time is that they don’t care. No one these days would have paid any notice to that woman with me because it’s not their problem. Humans are crude and cold which makes our lives easier. Besides, dodging the emergency services is easy, I’m usually done and gone before the time they’d show up if they were coming” Dom said sulkily, not admitting that, although he thought the people these days were terrible, he wanted desperately to be one of them.

”I have plenty of patience believe it or not. If I had been hunting for myself then I wouldn’t have grabbed the first woman that came along,” the flaxen-haired vampire informed matter-of-factly. Usually he was patient, something his maker had taught him to be. Dom would have hunted a target the entire night of it came to that. Of all the things he lacked, patience was one of the traits he didn’t.

When the older of the two vampires had finished his meal the blond was lost in thought, his tongue running lazily over his long, sharp canine teeth. His attention was snapped back to reality when Dacian spoke again finally. Dom’s face lit up into a relieved grin, he could go. Without a moment’s hesitation the boy was out of the alley, alive and in one piece sort of. Yes he would be furious and humiliated about what he’d just gone through but for now Dom felt like he was invincible.