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Post by Silas Rosier on May 20, 2010 9:12:24 GMT 1
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“You know, you should have accepted that drink,” he laughed, cocking his head to the left and surveying the vampire.
The bag strap had satisfactorily completed its task and withdrawn innocently back under the chair before it could be spotted. Its owner was gaping stupidly at the tangle of the vampire lying prostrate on the floor. Before long most people’s attention turned back to mind their own business so that it didn’t look like they were staring.
Dacian made no move to stand, and Silas took the opportunity to slip silkily out of his chair, throwing on his jacket and picking up the bottle of tequila by the neck almost as an afterthought. Well, he’d paid for it; might as well not waste the bloody thing. He passed it to the hand holding his wand before he made his way casually in Dacian’s direction.
“I think you’d better get out of here before you embarrass yourself further, hmm?” Silas proposed pleasantly, moving to stand next to the vampire. Yes, it was a petty and not-fully-deserved victory (of sorts), but hopefully he’d proved a point.
Wait, no. This was Dacian. Since when did Dacian ever learn his lesson?
Silas’s next move was definitely asking for it. There had to be at least 38,000 laws of common sense and self preservation he was breaking, yet despite the almost tangible waves of hate radiating from Dacian’s glare, he extended his free hand to offer the vampire assistance to stand.
A simple gesture, but it spoke volumes.
I’m not scared of you, and you can’t do shit.
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Post by Dacian on May 22, 2010 10:48:15 GMT 1
Kill him. Just kill him.
Gut him, fry him, drown him. Decapitation, asphyxiation. Pull his ribs out one by one, rip his lungs out. Shove a knife into his balls and crush his throat to keep him from screaming. Pound his skull, break his spine, tear out his liver. Bury him alive, hang him, draw him, quarter him. Rip out his throat and bleed him ‘til he’s dry.
There was no fury in Lucifer’s Hell that could rival the rage Dacian felt towards Silas Rosier right now. And worst of all, he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He was trapped. One wrong move and he was gone. He couldn’t keep his fangs covered, or the panting breath that growled on every exhale. His eyes were narrowed to slits, and his hands were clenched into fists where they rested on the ground at his wait, his elbows supporting his torso.
The vampire’s breath hissed between clenched teeth as it was offered, and he jerked with the impulse to lash out, to hurt, to maim, and to kill the bastard and spread his carcass over the damned pub’s floor.
It was a challenge. Silas knew Dacian couldn’t take the hand. It would be a weakness he couldn’t submit to. And there was no way in Hell he was voluntarily touching Silas Rosier unless it was to rip his head from his shoulders. He snarled and scrambled backward, getting to his feet and resisting the urge to spit at the proffered hand. How dare he? Silas pushed him too far. Not today, but soon, Dacian would see the wizard dead at his own hands.
He turned and took the stairs three at a time, watching out for sentient bagstraps. Vivian still lingered at the top and he bodily picked her up, smothering her protest in the process, “Quiet.” He commanded. “We’re leaving. Now.” He set her down in her room. “Retrieve only things of importance. Leave the rest.” There was no time to argue, but he knew she would. If he had to, he would drag her out the window, bind her and ship her to Russia.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on May 25, 2010 18:17:41 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Vivian didn’t have time to process what she was seeing. The man – whoever he was – knew Dacian, that much was clear, but before she could give it any thought Dacian scurried back to his feet like he’d just seen a viper. The vampire rounded wordlessly and made a beeline for the stairs, charging up them angrily.
The last Vivian saw was the bearded man smirking before... well. Before Dacian happened.
She was pretty much literally swept off her feet. Her initial shriek of surprised panic came out more as a muffled “MURPH!” as Dacian blocked her mouth, her pathetic attempts at kicking and flailing about as effective as an epileptic kitten. Dacian was stronger than her – much stronger – but that didn’t give him the right!
Despite the futility, she didn’t left her resistance until Dacian saw it fit to put her back down in her room. Whatever he wanted to say she didn’t wait long enough to hear it; Vivian shoved at his chest angrily as though to push him away, but again it bore all the success of running face-first into a cliff-face.
“You could haff just asked!” she yelled indignantly. Merlin's beard, would it kill him to respect her personal space just once?!
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Post by Dacian on May 28, 2010 10:47:32 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;]Dacian hissed out a breath and snatched the girl’s forearms at the wrist. He had no time for this. “Do you have any idea who that was? You have no idea what danger you’ve put us in. None!” His grip was tight on her arms, and he seemed anything but protective with the livid expression curling his lip. “Did he not seem familiar to you? Or are you that inattentive? That man ran me through with my own sword. Remember setting my ribs back into place? Luck is the only reason I was able to come back from that night at the Shrieking Shack.” It was just a hunch, he hadn’t seen Silas attack him that night, but who else would have stabbed him in the back?
“When I tell you to do something, you do it. No questions. Every delay is seconds wasted. We’re leaving. Now.” He repeated, releasing her. As much as she needed to hear as many gruesome truths as possible to shake her out of her oblivious stupor, they were out of time. If she continued to challenge him, by God he was throwing her out the boarded up window. The girl just had no perspective. There was a dark wizard downstairs with no qualms about making a scene in public. What made her think he wouldn’t stretch to more?
Hell, the man had tried to kill him three times, and he’d had plenty of opportunities to make other attempts. Well Silas wasn’t getting any more chances, and he was not harming Vivian. From now on, Silas was playing his game, not vice versa. The vampire had had enough of pratt-falling into traps and being pounced on by wizards. He was getting out of here, then doubling back to make sure Silas couldn’t follow.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on May 31, 2010 11:39:00 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Dacian grabbed at her forearms with unusual force and Vivian made a surprised kind of inaudible squeak, ineffectually trying to pull away as his fingers dug into her wrists. What was happening? What had she done?
Dacian wasn’t just angry, he was furious. Every line in his face was taut and livid as he shouted in her direction. She’d seen him this angry once before, but it hadn’t ever been directed at her like this. Vivian cowered, her indignation quickly giving way to fear and she gave another tug in an attempt to free her wrists.
There were tears building in her eyes now, although there was none of the usual heat rising to her face to accompany it. She had no heartbeat to achieve it. The sword. The ribs. Yes, she remembered. Vivian scrunched her eyes shut, looking down away from Dacian’s face, expression drawn as if in pain while the memory of a darkened alleyway and a shadow of a man backlit and obscured by the streetlights floated in her mind. And the screams. She remembered the screams. And the multiple cracks of a shotgun.
Dacian let her go without warning and Vivian almost fell backwards, stumbling back a few steps. She was wide eyed, teary and alarmed but once she got a hold of herself something new happened: she snarled at him. Lips pulled back, fangs bared, not merely defensive, but aggressive. Now that she wasn’t being flung around like a ragdoll she seemed to have grown some nerve.
“No!” she growled, any points she may have gained on threatening undermined by the fact her voice was still one of an angry but otherwise frightened fifteen year old girl. They’d been through this conversation too many times already. But still, she wasn’t a complete idiot. If Dacian was right (although one part of his story didn’t ring true, she just couldn’t put a finger on it) then she wasn’t going to hang around to see what other trouble she might find herself in.
“I’m going home to Sam!” she asserted, although it was rather clear she meant ‘I’m not going with YOU.’ At least Scotty and Sam were capable of being halfway sympathetic and wouldn’t try and force her away from her friends in the village.
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Post by Dacian on Jun 1, 2010 10:48:22 GMT 1
Oh he was not hearing this. NOW was the time she chose to stop acting like a terrified rabbit? What was it about the women in this place and their survival instincts? The older vampire was stunned for a second, then if he’d appeared angrier than ever before, what came next was a new level of furious.
“SAM?! What has SAM got to do with this? He’s not your sire!” Dacian swore loudly and turned away, raking both hands through his hair and gritting his teeth to the slow throb of his jaw. He reeled back to Vivian, pointing accusingly. “You. You’ve been trouble from the start. I saved your life and not once did you thank me. I tried to teach you what you need to know and you ignored every word! You don’t even trust me to keep you safe even after I almost died killing the vampire who would have been the end of you! Instead you entrust yourself to a man you don’t even know!” He was gesticulating wildly now, volume rising. This was a rant a long time coming, and Dacian had plenty of fuel for the fire burning under his skin.
“What do you even know about him?! He’s a loyal coven lackey! He’d do anything they asked him to. The only reason he shows interest in you is because he’s been told to! He’s empty. He’s a machine. He’s soulless like his coven, and he’d just as easily kill you as house you if it suited the whim of his masters! I tried to keep you free! I tried to keep you safe and you just blunder on regardless!”
He advanced on Vivian, stooping a little to meet her eyes. “Did Samuel tell you about Scott? Did he tell you all about the fresh vampire boy with whom you sleep under the same roof as during the day?” His voice was quieter, but no less harsh. “Did he tell you how Scott killed a man, how they found his body ripped and torn, and his blood smeared across the walls and the floor? Did Sam tell you what else he did, something worse than murder? Tell me what else he did, tell me how much you really know about the people you trust.” He spat the last word like it was dirty, like whatever he thought of her trust now wasn’t worth the dirt on his shoes.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Jun 8, 2010 6:46:19 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] If Vivian thought her little outburst would have accomplished anything, reality was quick to slap her in the face. Dacian looked like he was a step away from murdering her puppy then shoving it in a wood chipper for good measure.
Vivian actually flinched when Dacian roared out Sam’s name. The small room was making her feel trapped, worsening her sense of panic. Dacian was blocking the door; could she escape even if she tried? Without warning Dacian suddenly rounded on her again and Vivian actually ducked the accusatory finger as though he’d just tried to hit her.
Guilt trip. It was a guilt trip. And by the sounds of it Dacian had been holding onto it for a while. Vivian’s resolve looked like it was about to crack. What was she supposed to say? He was right, as much as she hated to admit it. Not that making Vivian feel like dirt was all that difficult to accomplish. She cringed, seeming almost to shrink again under the accusations, but before it could be pursued any further, Dacian changed the subject.
What he was saying about Sam almost sounded ridiculous. She knew Sam! Didn’t she? Vivian bit her lip, taking a nervous step back and suddenly having the thought cross her mind of how much did she really know him? But she seemed so nice! Perhaps Dacian knew something she didn’t.
Her retreat accomplished nothing as Dacian only stepped forwards again to meet her. That just cinched it; she wasn’t going anywhere.
Dead men? Blood smeared on the walls? Vivian frowned. Did she think she was an idiot? Of course she’d heard about it: she’d been there, it was her fault and she beat herself up enough about it already. She shouldn’t have let him wake up like that, she should have known.
And then he said it.
“Did Sam tell you what else he did, something worse than murder?”
Vivian’s mouth dropped open a bit like a fish out of water. There was more to the story? What hadn’t she been told? Her jaw closed, but the frown deepened, now with a fair amount of worry. “Vot—vot happened?” she stammered.
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Post by Dacian on Jun 10, 2010 19:44:07 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;]Not just puppies. Kittens too. And every other cute fluffy animal that made teenage girls say ‘aww’. Every single one was going in that metaphorical wood chipper and he was going to stamp on the pieces. He was furious, murderous, and other adjectives ending in ‘ous’ that described the utter righteousness of his rage. Guilt trips were just the beginning. What was to follow was designed to cause as much hurt as possible without using physical violence. Trust the coven over him, would she?
The first hint of doubt on her face was a victory in its self, and his smile was anything but amused. “The second person to find him was a girl your age. Finlay. She was there the night Scott died, wasn’t she?” Unnecessarily cruel. Vivian didn’t have to know the victim to feel the full horror of what Scott had done, but Dacian was not in his most delicate of moods. “She found him while he was finishing the morgue attendant. He caught her. He hit her. He bit her.” What he had to tell her was bitter on his tongue and he said it with such bile that his disgust was evident. It was only his anger that made it easy for him to expose Vivian to it.
“He forced her, Vivian. He raped her.” Lip curled in disgust, he levelled his gaze with Vivian’s. “Now do you see how naïve you were? Now do you see what I am trying to protect you from!?” He hissed, “Sam will let you live in the same house as that monster without speaking a word of it to you! If he’ll hide that from you, how can you believe anything he says?” To Dacian, his point was firmly made. He could not see any way in which she could face Sam and her once beloved Scott. Dacian knew he might not be perfect, but he was certainly the better choice between a captive life of lies and a life of freedom.
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