Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Jan 1, 2010 10:26:31 GMT 1
He couldn’t look away from the crucifix even if he wanted to. The glow from it was burning a mark in his retinas; he’d be seeing the afterimage for hours. He could watch her in his peripheral vision, and his anger only rose at her new found nonchalance. She’d gotten lucky, and if it weren’t for the crucifix she held, her blood would be running through his veins right now.
The crucifix kept him at bay, drawing an invisible barrier around the girl that he could not cross. When she took a step back, he advanced forward, his growl intensifying. By all rights he should leave now, but his hunger was fixating on the nearest possible source of food, and that happened to be the girl. The enigma.
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Sephora Forrest
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 1, 2010 16:32:19 GMT 1
Sephora watched with guarded eyes as Dacian followed the crucifix’s movement in her hands, and began to ponder just what sort of an effect they had on full vampires. After she’d gotten him on the jaw, it was if the little ornament kept him back like a force field. But the look on his face made her confidence melt away – fury didn’t even begin to describe it. And there was hunger too, relentless, burning hunger. A feeling she thought she knew all too well, yet compared to Dacian’s now probably couldn’t even imagine.
Still, she was safe so long as she held the crucifix right? Wrong. He took one prowling step forward, adding to the predator impression with an animalistic growl. She returned his look with a glare of her own, and held her head high, but there was fear and panic in her eyes. Why wasn’t the crucifix working? Why was he coming nearer? She took several more steps back now, quicker, and not watching where she was going. The heel of one of her shoes caught and held in a gap between the cobbles and her rising speed made her tumble over with a loud thump to the ground.
She scrambled back away from the advancing vampire, her fear threatening to overwhelm her. She’d been a hunter herself for many years and knew all to well that the game was well and truly over for those who fell down. Time to call for backup before it was too late.
“Vinosangre!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, since she didn’t know exactly how loudly she needed to say the damn thing.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 3, 2010 9:02:28 GMT 1
That wasn’t—
Well, shit.
For a few heart-stopping seconds nothing happened. The faint echo of Sephora’s voice died harmlessly on the air around the alleyway. And then... a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ moment. There was no loud crack to accompany his Apparation this time, no dramatic puff of smoke, Silas just appeared a few steps behind Sephora so quickly and quietly he might as well have popped out of the ground.
What the hell was going—
The situation quickly took shape before his eyes right as he took his first breath of impossibly cold air. Seph was on the floor. Someone was advancing. Fuck. His eyes weren’t adjusted, it was hard to see. Dacian.
The reaction was practically instinctual: Silas’s wand was already drawn and it flicked to aim at the vampires face in less than a heart-beat. A shield charm erupted like a translucent force field in the middle of the alley, splitting in-between Dacian and the woman on the ground and driving the older vampire further backwards. A second one shot up almost instantaneously, blocking off any escape.
Jesus Christ what the hell. He hadn’t expected to see Dacian so soon, and not like this.
Sephora was almost forgotten. Silas stepped closer, wand still aimed, as though trying to ascertain whether it was actually who he thought it was or someone else. He made surprisingly little sound on the cobble as he walked, although the fact he wasn’t wearing shoes – or socks for that matter – may have something to do with it. The others who'd seen Dacian hadn't been kidding: the vampires hair was shorter and he had a new set of scars, but it was definitely him.
Silas himself looked like he had just been pulled out of home; the half empty scotch glass in his hand, uncharacteristically mussed hair and bare feet confirmed it. The tumbler was held loosely beside his right leg, the liquid was rocking around and looking dangerously like it was about to spill. His white dress shirt was untucked, sans tie, the top button undone with the long sleeves slightly rolled up. If the glasses he was wearing were anything to go by he’d just been reading. He never wore them for anything else except paperwork.
He gave a sidewards glance at Sephora, familiar smirk creeping firmly back place now that everything looked under control. “Huh, so there actually was a threat. Damn. For a moment there I thought you just missed me.” She’d already scurried to her feet so he was saved from needing to put the scotch down to help, thankfully.
His attention didn’t take long to turn back to Dacian. “As for you: Evening Love! Nice to see you again,” he grinned with a level of cheeriness that seemed eerily inappropriate. “You know I’d keep away from the pretty young women if I were you, at your age that’s practically paedophilia. Digging the new haircut though; it looks hot on you. Care explaining what the fuck you’re doing back here?”
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Post by Dacian on Jan 5, 2010 17:29:23 GMT 1
The crucifix was almost holding him at bay, but for every step of hers she took back, he claimed a step and a half forward. He was salivating heavily, though he knew soon his stomach would be churning at the thought of ingesting blood. One of the side effects of a crucifix burn, aside from the white-hot pain, was the body’s confusion over whether it was vampire or human. Systems that had lain dormant for centuries would suddenly try and work, and since they’d been dead for so long, the process was painful.
A drink now might lessen the pain to come, and so Dacian was intent on the girl before him. Her triumph was fading, and he could see and hear her panic growing. Back, back, back she went, until she fell and Dacian almost lunged right then. She still held the crucifix, and had she dropped it, he would have been at her throat in a blink.
And then she did the most curious thing. As she drew in a deep breath, presumably to shout for help, she yelled something nonsensical instead! Vinosangre? Vino and sangre separately were words he recognised, wine and 'what blood' in Latin or simply 'blood' in Spanish, but why would she be shouting ‘blood wine’? He had almost enough presence of mind to dwell on it longer, before something he wouldn’t have expected in a thousand years happened.
Silas Rosier. Out of thin air.
Well, the out of thin air was something Silas had done before, but what? What? He stared, and after a moment of stunned silence, his mind kicked into overdrive. Silas’s wand was already raising, and there was no time to move or even think before an invisible static barrier was shoving him backward. Fight and flight instinct picked the more intelligent option, and he turned to run but only hit into a second barrier.
He swore. Loudly. And wheeled about. Trapped! Trapped in a small space, by Silas Rosier. No escape. No cover. Trapped! Shitshitshit.
Panic ran rampant for a moment, sending him in a frenzy about the magic container, even trying to scale the walls of the alley in his attempt to escape. Thinking was impossible. His heart gave a throb, but whether it was the effects of the crucifix or the utter panic of being trapped he didn't have the sense to analyse. At another time, he might have also noticed Silas’s feet, and the fact that they had toes, and were not cloven hooves as you might expect.
When his lungs gave a cry for air, he had to stop in his madness to obey them. Hunched over, he caught sight of Silas looking far too pleased with himself. A cat with cream, after having eaten the canary. Fuck, he was so dead.
With his breath caught, he straightened, shifted his weight and gave a solid kick to the furthest barrier. It held strong, and he snarled. The growl did not fade, and he swung on Silas again, hitting the nearest barrier with both fists. If Sephora had been worried about an angry vampire before, the one before her now was twice that. With death a certainty, Dacian was not going out without a fight.
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 6, 2010 0:37:46 GMT 1
She looked up, desperately hoping for someone, well someone in particular, to come and save her. She scrambled to try and regain her feet, but then Silas appeared out of thin air and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe… for now.
Boy was she glad she’d made friends out of a wizard now, because Silas pointed his wand at Dacian, and whatever spell or incantation he had used had pushed the vampire further away. While Silas advanced on him, she got to her feet and dusted off her clothes in a ‘dignity at all times’ sort of way. The back of her dress was a little damp from the cobbles, which she fussed over for a little while since it wasn’t exactly cheap.
Dacian’s protests and swearing drew her attention away from her appearance and back to the scene before her. Any trace of fear was gone from her features now, and she felt completely confident about her own safety now that Silas was here. She watched curiously as the much more powerful vampire scrambled around like a mad thing apparently trying to escape some kind of magical box that Silas had placed around him. She knew from experience that trying to fight your way out of magical bounds was impossible, so Dacian wasn’t going anywhere.
She turned to look at Silas then who looked… well rather unusually messy. Actually it was rather comical, not that she was going to laugh. No shoes, all over the place hair, scrunched up shirt. Still, considering the hour, it was amazing he wasn’t in his bed clothes. Not that she wanted to think about that. And of course, he seemed to have yet more alcohol judging by the glass he held rather precariously. It was as if that was the only liquid he drank.
Her amused assessment was interrupted when he glanced over at her and said, “Huh, so there actually was a threat. Damn. For a moment there I thought you just missed me.” She floundered for a moment before replying, “Of course, the time spent away from you and your sense of humour was practically becoming unbearable. I didn’t know you wore glasses.”
Her eyes did almost bug out of her head when he began to talk to Dacian however. Had he just called him Love? She’d been under they were enemies, not ex-boyfriends. What was this? Her eyebrows were raised so high in disbelief that if she’d had a fringe they would have disappeared. Although, Silas had tried this kind of twisted humour on her as well, she knew just to wind her up. So hopefully that was all he was doing now. Otherwise, what the fuck?
Still, she wasn’t going anywhere since this was looking like an interesting show down match. But the second clothes were ripped off she was going to be out of there faster than a greyhound after a rabbit. Sephora had no desire to watch two guys going at it in the middle of the street.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 9, 2010 15:48:32 GMT 1
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Hell, this was better than most prime-time entertainment.
It was Sephora’s voice that provided a distraction, and shit, he’d almost forgotten she was still there. Her tone was flustered but remarkably calm for a woman who had almost become the vampire equivalent of brunch. Thank God. Another round of ‘calm the frightened female’ would have been a bit of an anticlimax.
“The time spent away from you and your sense of humour was practically becoming unbearable,” she quipped. and Silas allowed himself a short laugh. Oh good, the girl was finally able to come up with halfway decent comebacks. About time. “I didn’t know you wore glasses.”
“What can I say; I’m mysterious. Rather fetching, aren’t they?” he replied absently, his gaze not breaking away from the vampire now pounding his fists fruitlessly into the barrier.
Hmm, Dacian, Dacian, Dacian. Clearly their last little encounter had the other man more than a little unwilling to stop by and chat. Satisfying as it was to see him blustering around in there on the verge of complete panic, Silas wasn’t going to be able to get a thing out of him while he was in that state and patience had never been his strong point.
“Oh sit your arse down, Love,” he finally called out when the vampire showed no signs of relaxing fast enough for his liking. “If I wanted to actually kill you I’d have done it by now. Don’t go giving yourself an aneurysm on my account.”
Silas glanced at Seph again, almost apologetically. “Sorry about him: mental acuity of a tranquilized jellyfish. Need to talk reeal sloow for him sometimes.”
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Post by Dacian on Jan 9, 2010 19:01:41 GMT 1
[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;]Climbing, kicking and punching didn’t work. He was sorely tempted to try chewing it, but he had at least one shred of dignity left that the crucifix and being captured hadn’t already ruined. Pacing as the only thing left to do, as if will power alone might get him out. Who knew with magic, maybe it would.
His heart was beating with an alarming regularity, thanks to the crucifix burn, and he really did not enjoy the sensation. Compared to every other heartbeat, it sounded frail and weak; two things Dacian loathed being. Another was feeling helpless which he refused to be even though he was stuck in a magical box with no foreseeable escape.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Silas broke his momentum with his raised voice, and Dacian turned on what now felt like the viewing screen with a snarl. The zoo visitors were riling up the big cat in a small cage, and it wasn’t happy. “What?! What do you want, Rosier?” He snapped, just a hint of hysteria to his voice. The man had almost killed him, he was entitled to a little panic, right?
The girl was forgotten, of course, as he glared through the barrier at Silas with unwavering eye contact. He was beginning to get really rather queasy, and the thought of vomiting on his captor was a darkly pleasant idea. Especially after the jellyfish remark. He growled under his breath, and gave the barrier an ineffectual shove.
The fact that Silas hadn’t killed him yet, or more that he hadn’t realised that fact, was a little puzzling. Silas did have him trapped, and he could easily cast Lumos solem and finish the job, but he was just trapped. Silas hadn’t cast one other single spell toward him. This dulled a little of the panic, but gave rise to the suspicion. He fumed from the other side of the transparent barrier, finally coherent enough to listen to words.
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Sephora Forrest
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 10, 2010 6:21:49 GMT 1
Sephora half laughed at Silas’s joke – she didn’t normally laugh at his jokes. Maybe it was the kind of euphoric relief that came after escaping a life threatening experience that made everything seem so much funnier. This could have easily been the case and the reason for her sudden confidence too. This was the way she used to be before coming to Hogsmeade, during which time she’d felt pretty much untouchable. It was nice to have that (possibly false) sense of security back, even if it was for a limited time.
She would never admit it to anyone but herself, but since being told she was not in fact a vampire, not properly anyway, and that there was a mob of vampires coming after her, she’d felt very, very frightened and trapped in a cage like a pacing animal. Similar to the way Dacian was pacing around now. She felt sorry for him for a moment, then remembered he’d tried to eat her. Sympathy gone.
Silas then switched back to calling the vampire Love, which Sephora had to admit really was unnerving. She nodded along when Silas explained that apparently the vampire was slow, even though she doubted that he was really. There was no love for the vampire coming from her that was for sure. Although, there was probably enough coming from Silas for the both of them.
“Hey Si,” she asked, walking forward to where she assumed the edge of Dacian’s prison was. Adrenaline and that relief had made her decide Silas needed to be nicknamed. Silas was one syllable too long, and besides, it might make Dacian think that he shouldn’t come looking for her again. Since he was clearly terrified of Silas.
“He won’t escape if I tap it will he?”
She lifted a pale finger up and poked at what appeared to be thin air. It felt like she really was hitting something like super strong glass or something it was so smooth. How cool! She threw in a couple more taps for good measure, wondering absently if Dacian would react like a fish in a fish tank.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 10, 2010 13:20:30 GMT 1
Finally it looked like the vampire was coming to his senses. Silas tracked his progress around the encased area as though alert for any further escape attempts. The vampire wasn’t going anywhere – that he was certain of – but over-attentiveness was a force of habit he’d never quite been able to shake.
“What do you want, Rosier?” Dacian finally snapped, hatred oozing from every syllable.
Oh marvellous, Dacian was finally able to speak again. Silas gave him an easy grin. “Oh come on, you’re going to make things far too easy for me if you keep phrasing things like that,” he replied lightly. “Or was ‘you’ how you wanted me to answer?”
Sephora was approaching the spell curiously. Silas spared her only a quick look when she called his name, not even registering the fact that she’d gone and shortened it. It was hardly the most important detail vying for his attention right now.
“I don’t know, I’d be careful,” Silas warned, still holding his wand steadily at the charms to keep them running. “He pulls really hideous faces sometimes. You don’t want to damage your eyesight.”
Right on cue Dacian lunged at the shield charm, bashing at it with his fists and doing a brilliant impression of an angry goblin.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Ordinarily he might have cast a knockback jinx of some sort but he wasn’t even sure if those worked on vampires. Experience pointed to no. Besides, while the shield charms were up he couldn’t cast anything further at Dacian without removing them first; a risk he wasn’t exactly about to take.
“Bad dog. Sit,” Silas chastised exactly as one might do an overly enthusiastic puppy, flicking his wand down for a split second at the floor at Dacian’s feet for emphasis.
“Anyway, you asked to know what I want?” he replied with that same eerily affected cheeriness. “I want to know what the hell you’re doing back here. I thought you’d have been smart enough to heed my last warning. I shouldn’t need to remind you what that was. How’s the neck, by the way?”
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Post by Dacian on Jan 10, 2010 13:56:54 GMT 1
Dacian grumbled. Silas was being far too flippant for his liking. Gloating about having trapped him? Well Dacian supposed he could feel smug, but Dacian maintained that he had been distracted by the burning pain invading his head when Silas popped up out of the blue – or black. His brain was turning to mush, and talking didn’t help. Silas might have been speaking English, but it may as well be Czechoslovakian for all the sense Dacian could make out of it.
He finally managed to make out the words, but the sly undertones were lost by then. “Well you’ve got me. I am at your fucking disposal.” He snapped, in all seriousness. The girl picked that moment to tap on the barrier, and not in the best of moods, Dacian turned painfully to scowl. She had calmed down quick, apparently feeling safe with Silas around to protect her. He would have to wonder later how the two were acquainted, but for now, he was doing his best to not act like a fish.
As if to prove Silas right, the vampire pulled back a fist and slammed it into the barrier where the girl had just touched, baring his fangs in an open-mouthed snarl. Silas was levying for his attention again though, and he turned back to the wizard. His jaw was beginning to throb, else he would have made some very loud protests to Silas’s mocking. Yes, he was stuck in a box, get over it. If he wasn’t in so much pain, this would be a fine opportunity to sulk.
Yes, Dacian knew that he should have stayed away, and he had been, but a certain changeling and her persistence at clinging to this place kept him here. He was going to have to have words with his surrogate daughter later tonight. He was going to be falling to pieces if he stayed around here much longer, if he wasn’t ash before he got out of this stupid trap. He gave the barrier a slap, and looked very displeased and dishevelled. Couldn’t Silas mock him another day when he wasn’t feeling so wretched. The man was so inconvenient.
He wasn’t answering about why he was here. Silas had to know, as he’d already sent a vampire minion after Vivian. “It’s a little stiff,” he growled in reply, “But I’ll live.” He could at least feel a rekindled smugness at that. Silas had tried to kill him, and had failed. He might still be healing the wounds from their last meeting, but at least he had foiled some of his nemesis’ plans.
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