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Post by Samuel Jacobs on Mar 4, 2010 21:45:53 GMT 1
As soon as the threat was contained, Samuel’s expression eased. Dacian was not moving until the coven official let him, and from the stunned look on the vampire’s face, he knew it. Samuel cleared his throat, calm despite the tension thrumming in the room. “Scott, let me handle this. Vivian, please take him to another room to calm down.” It was imperative the changeling was not provoked by the vampire under his foot; it would undo his hard-won control thus far.
Dacian gave a struggle, looking toward the changelings. “He is not spending one second alone with her, I know what he’s capable of.” his voice slowly rose, and Samuel increased the pressure of the sword point on his chest. Dacian’s attention came back to Sam, and Samuel lifted a brow.
“You’ve said enough tonight. Vivian, if you will.” The girl seemed to be handling the situation in the opposite way to her changeling. While he was almost raring to commit violence, his sire was stricken by shock and fear. She needed purpose, and to be out of the direct line of fire. Both of them did, but he could hardly let Dacian up to participate that.
The vampire in question did not seem pleased to be pinned, and neither should he be. Samuel had absolute control over the situation. Dacian make a token gesture of a struggle before Samuel quelled it by shifting more weight forward and onto the leg pinning him. Dacian seemed torn between obeying Samuel, and protecting his changeling. Valiant, but unnecessary. Scott was not the monster Dacian made him out to be. “Jacobs,” he wheezed, “Be realistic.” He glanced to Scott, and a sneer curled his lip. “You think you’ve escaped, do you? I am Vivian’s sire, and what’s hers is mine.”
Samuel sighed, and Dacian’s attention flicked again.
“What?!” He demanded, despite being at the obvious disadvantage.
“Scott has already pledged himself to me. I am his Surrogate Sire.” The impact on Dacian was worth a smile from the older vampire.
“You… You…” ‘You can’t’ was on the tip of his tongue, but Dacian knew Samuel very well could. Dacian could not punish Scott without answering to Samuel. Scott was safe.
Samuel eased off on his captive, standing straight and holding the sword by his side. “I think you best take this night to calm yourself. I will tend to Vivian, you may return on the morrow to speak with her once your head has cooled.”
Dacian paused, half-inclined on the floor for a moment. His disbelief was evident, but his frown was in place by the time he stood. He scowled for a long time at the floor, his mind wrangling with the conflicting urges to exact his fury and obey the more powerful vampire. Samuel cleared his throat, and Dacian’s gaze snapped up. “Fine.”
Samuel lifted the sword, throwing the hilt to Dacian. It was caught with ease, and there was only a brief pause while Dacian looked over the shoulder of the patriarchal vampire to the changelings beyond before he turned on his heel and made haste for the door.
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