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Post by Samuel Jacobs on Jan 21, 2010 23:37:43 GMT 1
The boy did commendably well resisting the urge to hunt. There was a moment where Sam tightened his hold on the boys arm should his resolve crumble, but there wasn’t a need. Samuel nodded his encouragement, smiling at the boy’s astute comment. “Yes, your focus is exactly what we will work to sharpen. It will become easier with practice. You’ll find your previous studies as a wizard will help you here, I’ve been told the honing of your vampire senses is akin to learning a new spell. You’ll also find it easier to focus when you are not hungry.” He said as he offered his arm to the boy.
There was a moment of hesitation from Scott before he felt the sting of teeth at his wrist. The changeling had some gusto, but the pain was negligible. It was all for the good of another, and Samuel could endure great rigors for the benefit of someone else. The vampire was nothing if not altruistic. Despite his advice, the boy ripped great furrows into his arm, but Samuel could forgive him. He was new, and the taste of blood would cause this sort of frenzy until his body had settled into its new state.
There was silence as Scott fed, with the exception of the sound of him feeding. When Samuel knew that the boy had had enough, he gently tried to remove his arm and when the changeling resisted, the older vampire used a thumb and forefinger to prize his teeth free. “That’s enough, Scott.” He prompted, examining the wound in the firelight. Yes, a significant mess, but nothing that was not easily healed.
He showed the wound to Scott, but there was no scorn in his expression. There was very little blood seeping from it, and the shallower edges were already closing seamlessly. “Healing is another heightened part of your body that you will notice. You have a lot of catching up to do before you heal as swiftly as I, but compared to a normal human or wizard, there will be a significantly marked difference in your natural ability.” He lifted the wound to his mouth and licked away the remaining blood. It was perhaps the only undignified thing Samuel had done in front of the two changelings, but he appeared not to be embarrassed.
“Our saliva has a healing agent, which also works on mortals – with a few supernatural exceptions.” He explained. The wound when he next showed Scott was almost gone, and Sam had cleaned away the blood. He began to roll his sleeve back down as he continued. “I’m sorry to say, though you might already have realised, that as a vampire you can no longer perform magic. Legally, we are not even permitted to hold wands.” He’d fastened the buttons at his cuff, and rested his hand gently on Scott’s shoulder.
“There are many changes to adapt to, Scott, but I will take you through them all, and explain them. If you have any questions, no matter what they are, I will answer them.” He smiled down at the boy, gently squeezing his shoulder. “When you are ready, you can trust me. I will not allow you to hurt anybody, friend or otherwise, if the bloodlust takes you. I promise that this phase will pass, this state will not be your existence from now on.” Sam took his hand from the boy’s shoulder, and let it hang by his side.
“I must talk to Vivian. You may sit here while I do so, I will not go far. I encourage you to test your senses while your stomach is full. If the heartbeats become too much, do tell me, and we will take our leave. You have been through a lot; I do not wish to test you further this evening. You have done well.” The praise was warm, and he gave Scott one last fleeting smile before he turned to face the female changeling.
She had been deathly quiet since he arrived, and Samuel could tell there was a great deal troubling her. He was not so overly tactile with the young female, but he gestured for her to sit in one of the wooden chairs at a table not far from Scott. “Vivian, it is good to see you again. I trust you have been well.
“I’m afraid my time is short, so the pleasantries will have to wait. I understand you have more involvement in this whole affair than I should expect. Am I correct in assuming that it was you who sired Scott? You changed him into a vampire?” He rephrased the question, thinking that perhaps she might be a little too stunned to be translating strange vampire terminology. “You must answer me truthfully Vivian, I want to build a clear picture of what has come to pass over the last few days, and your cooperation will help me do that. I cannot promise there will be no consequences for your actions, but I can say that I will do my honest best to help you.”
The vampire leaned forward over the table, haven taken a seat opposite the Russian. His expression was earnest, compelling this girl to answer candidly. He needed to consolidate the facts he knew, the ones he could guess, and those that escaped him. Scott had died by a seemingly random act of violence. There was a bond – friendship or more? – which had caused Vivian to go to the extreme of turning the young wizard into a vampire. There was also the question of where her sire was through all of this. Vivian was his responsibility, and Samuel was beginning to realise just how much of that responsibility that vampire was shirking.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Jan 25, 2010 11:49:35 GMT 1
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Sam. What was he doing here? What was going on with Scotty? Was he going to be taken away? Please no. Wait, no. Ed defended them. They were talking. Some things Vivian didn’t know, some she did. It was hard to concentrate. All these thoughts swirling in hear head. She wanted it to go away. Wanted it all to go away.
Memories. The way Scotty bit Sam’s arm. The way he savaged it. She knew that feeling. Knew the sensation of muscle, tendons and blood beneath her lips. The need. She hated it. She cringed. It looked so vicious. So animal. Evil. She was evil. She’d done this. She’d never wished this for Scotty. Not once.
Finally she sunk her head into her hands, elbows on the table where she was sitting. She didn’t want to watch anymore. She’d seen enough. Didn’t want to see him going through the same horrors that she had. What if she’d acted too fast? Surely there would have been another way to save him. She’d cursed him. It wasn’t meant to—
It shouldn’t have been—
Not like this.
“Vivian, it is good to see you again. I trust you have been well.”
She looked up, blinking at Sam through eyes tinged pink with incoming bloodstained tears.
“Da, spasibo,” she replied on autopilot. ‘Yes, thank-you.’ A blatant lie.
“Am I correct in assuming that it was you who sired Scott? You changed him into a vampire?”
There was a pause before she made any move to answer. Then, at length, she gave a nod. Guilt was choking her again. But she’d done the right thing hadn’t she? What else could she have done? But then why wouldn’t the feeling go away? She hadn’t been guilty at first; just relieved. But now, as the time passed, the doubts setting in...
She couldn’t handle Scotty on her own. That’s why someone was dead. It was her fault. Everything was her fault.
She wanted to scream. But she didn’t. Stayed quiet. Bottled it all for another day. It wouldn’t help anyone. She needed to keep it together. For Scotty’s sake.
Explain. He wanted her to explain. That was okay. Words. She just needed the words.
“I vos valking,” she managed hesitantly. Memories. Memories she didn’t want to revisit but that wouldn’t. stop. haunting. her. “And zhere vos a light in the sky. Like... like... a firevork. I vent to see vot it vos and... zhere vos blood everyvhere.”
Bang. That was it. Vivian buried her head in her hands again, the tears breaking free. She could almost smell the blood again now inside her nostrils. Metallic. Hated.
“He vos on seh floor. Fin vos there and zhere vos like...” Words. How to describe. Details. It was so hard. Vivian made a gesture with the hand furthest from Sam without looking up before covering her face again. “A slash. On his back. Like a big svord, or somesing. I don’t know. Zhere vos too much blood.” It was hard to be specific when the details almost seemed to be slipping away in front of her inner eye.
“He vos dying.” Vivians throat seized up. The fear. Like he was going to die. The seizing terror that had gripped at her chest. She gave an involuntary dry gasp of anguish. “I had to... I had to...” Words becoming laboured, more hysterical. “He vos going to DIE! I couldn’t... I couldn’t...”
She stopped. She had to get a handle of herself. This wasn’t going to help anyone.
“I tried to do like Dacian told me... But I sought it didn’t vork. So I tried to get him. But vhen ve came back he vos gone. Fin. I sink it vos Fin. I don’t know.”
With that her forehead dropped to the cold surface of the table.
God, please may it all go away.
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Post by Samuel Jacobs on Jan 26, 2010 22:49:33 GMT 1
Samuel already had the witch’s account of the evening from the Ministry interview records, so fitting Vivian’s story in came easily. He wished for her sake that it was easier to tell. He hated to upset the young changeling, but there was no other way to find the truth. He had no time to wait until the memories were less painful. He hoped at least he could help her with what he learnt now to pay her back for the sorrow he had caused her. Vivian’s involvement started after Scott had already been attacked. Those flares had been the witch’s distress signal. There would be no way for Vivian to get to the boy to save him in time. Even if she had been there at the time of the attack, the wounds were severe. Scott had bled out fast, so he imagined the sight that confronted Vivian must have been terrifying for her. He had seen the scene in its aftermath, and the blood had spread widely across the alley. He was impressed at her self control. If she could focus purely on saving Scott rather than the hunger that the blood inspired, her love for him was as deeply rooted as her instincts. He nodded at each detail she gave. The wounds had been magically inflicted, though had he seen them himself, he too would have assumed a sharp weapon had caused them. The wounds were described as slashes in the coroner’s report. Samuel had not seen the body, being hardly involved in the case until it came to light on the third night that Scott Kovac was now a vampire. Had he investigated at the incidents origin, he might have discovered the young man would rise again, and he could have saved Scott from the torture of his rebirth.
Magic had its own darkness. Power in the wrong hands, be it a wizard or a vampire, could cause horrific results. Samuel despaired at the state of the world sometimes, and it was the loss and corruption of innocent life like this that troubled him deeply. The Devil’s reach could still thwart God’s kind will even after all these centuries. It was an eternal battle. The darkness and the light, warring for all of time. Vivian was a bright light in the darkness, and it was creations like her made the Lord proud. Samuel tried his best to calm her, finding her anguish pulled at his heartstrings. “Hush, hush. It is alright, Vivian. There was nothing else you could have done. You saved him, Vivian. You gave him another chance at life. Do not blame yourself for showing such compassion.” He reached to settle a gentle hand on her shoulder. “After you went to find your sire, Finlay took Scotty to St. Mungos wizard hospital by way of apparition, I believe. He had lost too much blood, and there was too much damage to save him. Your intervention could not have saved his human life, but by siring him, you brought him back from the brink.” He said, not a trace of scorn in his voice. “I know that there are extenuating circumstances, and though this was an unauthorised change, I cannot foresee any reason why you will come to any trouble with our justice system. It is a simple case of mercy in an impossible situation. Tell me,” He said, switching to Russian for her privacy, “Your relationship with Scott. Your feelings toward him, they extend past friendship, am I right?”
There was the barest affirmation by the nod of her head and a ‘yep’ between sniffles, and Samuel nodded knowingly. In English, he said with great deference, “The kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field.” He reverted to Russian to explain, “Love is a precious thing, Vivian. It is worth everything to obtain it, even if we must give all that we have to do so.” Without directly saying so, he was encouraging Vivian to hold onto her love for Scott, they would both need it before these trials – political and physical – were over. Back in his lightly German-accented English, he continued, “You have had a gruelling few days, Vivian. I expect Dacian was here to help you with Scott last night. What time tonight are you expecting his arrival?” The absence of the girl’s sire was troubling him. Vivian might have a few months experience over Scott, but their strength was near equal, and should he have taken a turn for the worse she may have been overpowered. Dacian should be here. The older vampire wasn’t to know that not only had Dacian not been here the previous night, he did not even know that Scott had been changed. Samuel had not seen the rogue vampire since the night of the murder, and he could not fathom that Dacian would not be here from dusk until dawn with his changeling. At Vivian’s answer, however, Samuel’s expression stilled. “He vosn't here. I don't know vhere he is.” She replied, looking up for the first time since he had started speaking.
There was a brief moment when it looked like Samuel might say something negative, and then it passed. “Alright. Vivian? I need to make some calls. When I am done, would you like to accompany Scott and me for the rest of the evening?” He was already taking a small muggle-made contraption from his pocket. Unfolding it, he pressed a multitude of buttons on its keypad and held it to his ear. A tinny voice spoke from it, and Samuel replied in rapid German.
The conversation was not finished when Samuel promptly looked up and fell silent, his eyes going to the window. He spoke another short sentence into the technology held against his face before snapping it shut and returning it to his pocket. “Vivian, please sit with Scott.” It was polite, but nothing could disguise the hidden command. Samuel rarely made demands, but his serious expression and the sudden stillness about him suggested there was reason for it.
The old vampire had turned fully to face the front door, standing statue-still between it and the changelings, his eyes stared unblinking at the solid wood. His hands were in loose fists at his sides, and he could easily be compared to a dog on point. Whatever he had sensed was coming toward the front door, and Samuel was not pleased.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Feb 2, 2010 7:49:35 GMT 1
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The older vampire told her to stand with Scott and Vivian stood up without complaint. Her sniffles had subsided somewhat now with Samuels reassurances that she had done the right thing but the warmth of gratitude swiftly vanished when she caught sight of his expression. What was going on? What had the person on the fone – fhone? – told him?
She didn’t ask, not trusting herself not to say something stupid, and hurried over to where Scotty was sitting. She rested a hand tentatively on his shoulder – almost protectively – although with the kind of light, alert touch that came about only when one was poised to remove the hand at any split-second. He wouldn’t bite her, he wouldn’t, but the doubt was present enough.
Samuel was watching the door like a hound and Vivian felt herself tense up nervously. What? What was going on? Who was coming? Why didn’t anyone ever tell her anything?
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Post by Dacian on Feb 5, 2010 14:53:43 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;]Responsibility. He’d had enough. He’d tried, and he thought he was getting through. He thought things were improving. He thought Vivian was really ready to absorb his lessons. He’d though maybe she was growing up. She was breaking out of her childish chrysalis and transforming into something beautiful and complex. And then she went and did something like this. God fucking damnit.
He’d spent a few days recuperating, trusting Vivian could look after herself for a few days. She was always adamant about talking, and with his jaw in such a state, he could really not entertain her. Sitting alone in the forest polishing his sword, or plotting one horrible death after another for Silas was about all he had the mental capacity for. But then his revengeful tranquillity was ruined by a single piece of news: Scott hadn’t stayed dead.
Not only didn’t he stay dead – a state Dacian had preferred him in – he was with Vivian. Somewhere Dacian had distinctly warned him from being. Dacian didn’t wait for the rest of the story. Like a bat out of Hell, he was running toward the village, expending more energy than he had to spare. His knees felt the shock of every stride on the cobbled streets, but nearing the Hog’s Head, his rage had now built to a point where the pain was negligible. He could even ignore the throbbing in his jaw.
When he reached the door, things happened in a flurry of movement that a mortal pair of eyes would find hard to follow. He hit the door running, forcing it open with his palm, elbow locked. The weakening wood splintered parallel to the frame, and looked quite displeased at the force with which the lock had been ripped from the catch.
The vampire barely slowed as he came into the room, eagle-sharp eyes focussing instantly on the boy sat in front of the fire. A very dead boy in all ways conceivable. His teeth could not meet for the weakness in his jaw, so his bared teeth were parted as he continued across the room at a run. The momentum behind him could not possibly be stopped. His eyes were on their target, and there was nothing that could stand in the way of that utter determination.
Except Samuel.
Dacian felt a solid barrier in front of his chest, and his breath flew out of him as the older vampire’s blocking arm winded him. He barely spared a thought for the other vampire, except for how to get around him. He tried sidestepping, reaching for the boy. This time he was pushed back, Samuel moving in front of him and taking hold of his shoulders. Dacian looked to the more powerful vampire then and snarled.
There was the distinctive ‘shuff’ of metal against leather but before Dacian could even aim the sword, Samuel had it in his hand and was shoving Dacian back with his other. The younger vampire stumbled back, his focus now entirely on Samuel. Barely seconds had passed since Dacian had entered the room until how he stood now, and there was no doubt that either man facing off against each other was in any way human.
“Get out of my way, Jacobs.” Dacian snarled. “I made a promise I intend to keep.” He looked past the barrier of a vampire, and the menacing growl was for the changeling boy. A boy who had hurt Vivian, and persisted in trying his patience. Well, Dacian had none left, and Scott was first on his list of broken nerves to retaliate for.
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Feb 10, 2010 12:19:58 GMT 1
With the loss of Sam to hold his attention for the moment, Scott’s mind once again delved into the black pool of self pity, hate and doubt that the boy had found himself drowning in since the hospital. He flinched at Vivian’s voice, not because he did not want to hear it but because he could not help but hear it. Oversensitive hearing meant that what was a dull chat turned into a roaring shout; causing the changeling to grit his teeth and cover his ears.
He didn’t want this.
Didn’t want to be able to hear the quietest whisper or to smell the fading hints of perfume on someone who had passed through days ago or to have to survive on blood alone for the rest of eternity.
Still, no matter how much he didn’t want it what had happened had happened and there was no going back now. All the boy could ever do was relive the night everything had changed in his memories –which was what he couldn’t help but do as his girlfriend recounted her recollection of events the night of the murders. August’s pale, lifeless face floated before Scotty’s eyes in the darkness that had been brought about when he’d screwed the shut. Fin was there too, hiding as he watched on unable to move or speak.
The mention of a slash on his back made the boy’s eyes fly open at once and his hands reach around behind him. Where he could reach he could not feel anything but, if he remembered, he would definitely get Viv to check later on. The fear in her voice as she spoke had the boy near tears. This was all his fault, of only he hadn’t been stupid enough to drink so much that night he’d slept with Fin then none of this would have happened. He and Viv wouldn’t have been fighting, Fin would be left untouched, and he and August would still be alive.
For the rest of the other two vampires’ conversation the changeling tuned out, not even noticing when Sam pulled out a muggle device Scotty could have shown off his muggle heritage in naming as a phone. He did however notice the sudden silence and the staring intently at the front door. Unsure as to what was going on, Scotty stayed where he was sitting, now with Viv behind him. He felt almost at ease with her hand resting on his shoulder but not quite, he still couldn’t help but feel edgy as instinct told him something big was coming.
Even though what came storming through the Hog’s Head’s door wasn’t big in stature, its rage sure made up for it. Dacian looked positively murderous; in fact Scotty was pretty sure that was why he was there. At first the changeling feared for his life but at the sound of the male vampire’s familiar voice hatred and rage bubbled up to the surface. In an instant the boy was on his feet, shielding Vivian with his body and snarling almost animal-like at Dacian. If the older vampire made one move to hurt her in any way he’d have the changeling to answer to.
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Post by Samuel Jacobs on Feb 12, 2010 8:08:33 GMT 1
It was only a slight strain to hold Dacian back, but Samuel showed no outward signs of it. Unlike the dark-haired man, Samuel felt no rage toward him or anyone else in the room, just exasperation at the fact that people let their emotions run wild like this. But Dacian was a creature of habit, and he was hardly surprised that he’d threaten the youth. He could be so sensitive.
Dacian was still trying to reach the boy, who after a quick glance to Sam could see had taken up a defensive position in front of Vivian. Well, it was good at least that the boy had shaken his comatose state, but exchanging it for anger was not Sam’s preferred choice. Sam was back to restraining Dacian, keeping the vampire from crossing the room any further. This was plenty close enough to the changeling. Like a referee in a muggle game of football, it had fallen to Sam to keep a fight from breaking out. Unfortunately for Scott, despite his best intentions, there was little chance of him surviving the encounter without Sam to intervene.
“Dacian, what is the meaning of this?” He said his voice impossibly calm for the situation at hand, “This behaviour has to stop. Cease this hostility at once, you’re upsetting your ward.” Vivian’s anxiety was almost palpable, and with every passing second, Scott’s furious snarling became louder. The changeling was going to lose himself again at this rate and with Dacian provoking him, Samuel could understand why.
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Post by Dacian on Feb 13, 2010 10:06:52 GMT 1
Words. Always using words. Dacian ignored the older vampire, straining against his hold in his attempt to reach the male changeling. He responded to the boy’s challenge with his own throaty growl, the resident tom cat facing down the bold kitten. Despite his best efforts, Samuel was not budging. He could try and fight the man, but that was a ridiculous idea to him even in this state. Time to resort to Sam’s method. Words.
“I told you to stay away from her!” He struggled against Samuel’s bruising hold, resulting only in making it tighter. At this rate, his arms would drop off before he gave up. If he couldn’t get the Scott, then he could get Scott to come to him. “You never deserved her in the first place! You’re a cheating little bastard, and know you’re one forever.” Samuel’s vice-like grasp tightened again on his upper arms, and he was fairly sure the bone was in danger of crushing.
“You will stop this now, Dacian.” The older vampire said in that same low but calm tone. Dacian scoffed, and continued as if he hadn’t heard.
“I told you to stay away for a reason,”
Samuel gave a sigh, and continued to talk through Dacian’s ranting. “Dacian, you are not helping,”
“And this is one of them! Did you,”
“Matters. This is a precarious situation. They,”
“Think she would resist her nature for this long? Did you,”
“Are both young, and shouting at them,”
“Think you could come here and be with her like a normal,”
“Will only aggravate them. Stop,”
“Couple? Well she isn’t normal! Neither of you are! She would,”
“Right now. Dacian I am warning,”
“Have bitten you sooner or later. She doesn’t have the control. So this is,”
“You. If you continue with this, there will be consequences.”
“Perfect for you, isn’t it? Now you’re dead, and so she can’t kill you. Well I will. You’re just a slab of foul meat to me. I’ll—”
“You’ll do NOTHING!” Samuel’d finally had enough. He pushed the vampire’s torso back, stepping forward with one leg and hooking it behind Dacian’s. The combination tripped the vampire to the ground and before Dacian could make much more than a strangled noise, he was flat on his back, and Samuel had one foot securely pinning his chest, while his opposite hand held the point of his own sword to his heart. Suffice to say, Dacian stopped struggling.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Feb 22, 2010 8:48:23 GMT 1
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Sure enough, with an ear-shattering CRASH, the door... well, it damn near exploded with the force of 600 years worth of angry vampire barrelling into it.
Vivian ducked instinctively, screwing her eyes shut and shielding her ears in response to the noise as the splintered wood fell to the ground, her shriek deafening. Oh God. Dacian was—He was coming for—Vivian looked up, wide eyed, but Samuel had already moved and in an action quicker than she could trace, Dacian was forced up against the wall and his sword was confriscated.
The relief didn’t last long.
Scotty was up like a lightning bolt, standing in front of her like a meat-shield. His reactions were fast, but compared to the two titans, both of the changelings were almost sluggishly delayed. Vivian didn’t know what to do. She was too scared to think so she gripped onto the fabric on Scotty’s shoulders so hard the Jaws of Life wouldn’t be able to free the jacket, half trying to pull Scotty away out of the danger and half trying to cower behind him. She doubted the boy had even felt her, but he didn’t want him to get hurt! Her teeth were grit, eyes showing more white than should be possible in fear.
There was shouting. Too much shouting So much shouting. Both vampires were roaring over each-other and Vivian could only spare a panicked thought to Ed before the more immediate danger registered. If he came downstairs and anything got out of hand, he would probably be killed. Hell, Scotty was probably about to get killed if Dacian got loose. She had to move... had to do somet—
And then Samuel finally snapped. The older vampire gave a shout, and the thud of Dacian hitting the ground was almost muffled by another of Vivian’s shrieks. Oh God, no, the tears were building again. Why couldn’t all the trouble just go away? Why did it follow them? It was.. it was... Her chest was tight again, her head was pounding. She wanted it all to go away.
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Feb 27, 2010 13:26:19 GMT 1
There certainly was a display of strength on display in the main bar of the Hog’s Head. Two old vampires, one substantially older than the other, facing off over a mere changeling. If Scotty hadn’t been the changeling in question, he would have been watching on with morbid fascination but he was far too preoccupied shielding the female changeling behind him with fangs bared. An animalistic snarl issued from his mouth as Dacian spoke, Vivian’s sire’s words only serving to make him angrier and angrier. There was no way the boy could let the man’s accusations go unanswered.
”I stayed away after you attacked me. You don’t know the full story of the other night so shut your mouth you, ignorant, irresponsible fucker,” Scott growled in a voice that should not have belonged to him. The growling only got louder the more Dacian spoke and the changeling found himself crouching down as though ready to attack. ”You don’t say a word against Vivian. She has more control than you ever will,” he snarled viciously. The threats against himself he didn’t care about but any insult against the girl holding onto him would not be tolerated.
Every part of him wanted to attack, to tear at the others throat and heart but thankfully Sam took action. A malicious smile crossed the changeling’s face as the dark haired vampire hit the floor with a sword at his throat. With Dacian under control, Scotty began to calm and once again fall into shock at the instinctual behaviour he’d exhibited. He stopped growling, straightened and took a step back to hold onto Viv as much to comfort himself as to comfort her.
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