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Post by Dacian on Jul 15, 2010 13:35:12 GMT 1
Keeping steady eye contact, he gripped the elbow and lower half of Silas’s hand in his own and twisted the paler underside toward him. Thus far, he had only bitten Silas to keep him quiet, or simply for food. Now, since apparently Silas was disgusted by it, Dacian figured he ought to make the most of it while Silas still had the blood to spare.
He pushed his thumb against the pulse in the mortal’s wrist, frowning briefly. Regular. Very calm considering the circumstances. Was he ill, or stupid? He gave a partial shrug and lifted the forearm, raising a brow and meeting the wizard’s eye. No comments?
“Sitting on my lap would probably be easier,” Silas suggested with an underlying measure of annoyance. Naturally the mortal could not resist. Dacian half opened his mouth as if to comment before closing it again. No, better not rise to the bait. The vampire shook his head despairingly. What was the point in trying to shut him up, really?
Dacian lowered his head and sunk his teeth into the underside of the man’s arm. The warm fluid was quick to flow, and Dacian grunted and bit deeper, his still-human lower teeth holding the wrist in place while his canines remained buried between tendons.
“You know, I have better places for you to suck on.” Dacian made a sound that might have been a growl and bit harder, fingertips curling and gripping the muscle of his forearm more than tight enough to bruise. The arm tensed, and he countered the movement to pull away. If the man would insist on making comments, he was going to suffer the consequences.
“Damnit, waste of a good mouth,” Silas groaned through clenched teeth at the obvious discomfort. These comments were starting to become ridiculous. Dacian spared a glare, and concentrated on drawing more blood into his mouth. His last meal had not been much more than a snack, so filling his stomach while simultaneously pissing Silas off and weakening him was a trio too difficult to resist. Something about the blood was inherently satisfying, causing a warming sensation that was not entirely to do with the temperature of it. Men not being Dacian’s usual diet, the blood had some less desirable qualities but at least it was a rare type. Naturally Silas could not be like the majority of the population all the way down to his DNA.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 15, 2010 13:52:14 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/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Were the comments he was making incredibly stupid? Hell to the yes, but, fuck, if he couldn’t keep himself entertained what else was he going to do? Dacian sure as shit wasn’t going to let him go, and if he could finally anger the vampire into snapping his neck, all the better. Unfortunately Dacian seemed insistent on keeping his bloody temper, so Silas was still reduced to plan B: Be as annoying as shit. (After A: Escape.)
The pain of the bite had managed to fade after a while, but if it was due to either the vampires anaesthetic or the fact his body had more pressing problems to deal with he wasn’t sure. His foot was burning excruciatingly, not just at the toes, but at the locations of the various tendons Dacian had surely snapped with his little manoeuvre. As long as he kept both legs still he seemed to be (a tiny bit) better off. Even still, the pain was almost impossibly hard to ignore and the fact Silas kept shifting gingerly was a sure testament to it.
He hated this. Being propped up this way while the vampire took what he wanted. All his attempts to free himself had backfired and the vampire was now holding onto him with a criminally hard grip. He could feel pins and needles start to run down parts of the limb where blood supply was either being cut off or stolen. Meanwhile he was rubbing his own wrist raw to no avail behind his back trying to find any sort of way to loosen the bindings.
At some point he’d started talking – mostly to himself, not about anything important – just in order to stave off boredom and distract himself from the consuming pain of the multitude of broken joints he’d sustained. The vampire didn’t seem to be listening, more intent on drawing as much blood from the wound as possible. Hell, the vampire looked like he was enjoying himself too much.
Somewhere down the line Silas’s patience snapped. He cut himself off halfway through an anecdote about one of the dancers to stop and glare at Dacian before closing his eyes, tilting his head back and lasciviously moaning “Yeah, suck it – Just like that.”
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Post by Dacian on Jul 15, 2010 19:12:42 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;]Silas had evidently started to grow bored with waiting and was now regaling a series of inane anecdotes in order to keep himself entertained. Shouldn’t have forgot the gag, he reiterated to himself as Silas’s comments became even more profane. He released the man’s elbow and reached over his arm to push his jaw closed. It didn’t stop the moaning, or the resulting laugh, but at least he couldn’t form words.
Dacian was preoccupied and the grip was loose, so Silas took the opportunity to snag his blunt human teeth around the knuckle of his smallest finger. Dacian made a token movement to release his hand but when there was the sting of breaking skin, he paused. He even smiled against the wrist of his captive. Let wizard sink his teeth in, at the very least it would shut him up.
The warmth of his stomach was spreading to his fingertips and at first, he had attributed it to being well fed and not in dire need of the blood to heal himself, or maybe it had been the drone of Silas’s monotonous monologue. But when Dacian’s balance began to waver, he began to realise that there was something more to this disorientating feeling than what he first thought. He had to release his hand and steady himself on the man’s leg just to stop himself from falling, prompting an excited ”Ooh, hello,” from Silas.
He savoured the blood in his mouth a moment, and there was the subtle aftertaste of alcohol. Silas was inebriated?! He had enough alcohol in his blood to... well... make a vampire drunk. He let Silas’s wrist drop and not entirely of his own accord, sat down heavily. “Jesus Christ, how are you still alive? Not even alcoholics are as eighty percent proof as you.” The firelight cast on the walls was making his vision a little wobbly. “You’re practically a beverage.”
“I aim to please,” came the sarcastic reply.
Dacian slumped on the wall next to Silas, appreciating the cool stone for it’s steadying properties. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Hey, it’s not my fault if you can’t hold your liquor.”
“You should be dead - you’re not normal.” He examined his bitten hand, squinting at the damage. With a wince he poked at the skin, barely containing a smile at the sight of dark blood oozing from a particularly deep bite. He watched it trail down his palm before casually lapping it up.
“That’s a compliment. Besides, think of it this way: that which doesn’t kill me has made a grievous tactical error.”
The vampire grumbled, congratulating himself on tying the wizard up before feeding on him. “So what is that, magic?” He waved his uninjured hand. “Makes you alcoholic to a hungry vampire? Seems a bit... specialised.”
“Who knows. In any case, I wish you’d stop stealing it. That shit’s expensive and I don’t appreciate you grabbing it for free.”
He made a derisive noise. “Don’t make me point out you owe me a lot more than I owe you.” He cracked a devious smile. “I’ll fix that though.” |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 15, 2010 19:15:53 GMT 1
Urgh. This conversation was going to go in circles. Silas could tell already. Fuck, scratch that: this whole conversation was insane. He was kidnapped, tied up, broken, fed on, and forced to sit beside his captor conversing like none of this was happening.
“In that case, deduct a drink and a dead girlfriend off my tab,” he countered more than a little bitterly. The blood probably evened out at least three attempted murders, and Jac deserved Dacian to be locked up in the core of the Earth for all of eternity.
“You almost killed me, that strikes off the girlfriend—” Dacian tried to argue, but Silas cut him off with a raised voice.
“—What?” he yelled, throwing Dacian an incredulous look. “Since when? Now you’re just making shit up. How can you prove I ‘almost’ did anything? Last I checked ‘almost killed’ doesn’t equal ‘bloody violent death.’”
The image of Jac’s corpse was floating to his mind again and Silas looked away, gritting his teeth in anger and opting to stare moodily at the torch. Looking at the vampire would probably just entice him to try and punch him in the face. Silas hadn’t exactly been Dacian’s BFF, but he hadn’t even once laid his own hand on Cassie. Cassie was also noticeably not dead. Jac had been undeserved.
He could still taste the vampire in his mouth so he swallowed to try and rid himself of the flavour. He couldn’t tell if the sick feeling in his stomach had to do with Dacian’s blood or the memory of Jac. Shoot him if he ever became a vampire - blood was ridiculously bland. If Dacian was telling the truth, no wonder Seph was so obsessed with trying to eat him: at least alcohol had bite.
Dacian actually snorted and Silas looked back in order to fix him with a glare.
“I know it was you,” assured the vampire. “You know the coven had to save my ass?”
“How depressing for you,” Silas snapped, rearranging the position of his bleeding wrist against his stomach. “I mean seriously? You’re basing all this on something I may-or-may-not have done without ANY proof at all? What the fuck are you on?” he argued. This was getting ridiculous. The more it sounded like Dacian had gone ahead and killed Jac without even trying to get any sort of justification the more annoyed Silas was getting. Hell, she hadn’t even been involved in this.
“Fine,” the vampire grumped, “you can’t deny the impaling. Or the burning. I’m fairly sure I can blame the crucifixes on you too.”
Silas stared. He knew perfectly well what the vampire was talking about, but he couldn’t actually believe (or maybe he could) that the vampire was now proceeding to blame him for stuff he knew beyond-a-doubt he hadn’t done. “The cruci-- what? Love, do I look like I have a goddamn crucifix on me? What the hell are you on about?”
“So this,” Dacian gestured at the patterned burn on his jaw, “followed by you turning up was just a coincidence? You expect me to believe that?” The vampire bared his forearm. “And I know you had a hand in this one.”
Good fucking Christ. Conversations going in circles was right.
“Oh, fuck you. You harass someone I know, I give him a way to defend himself, he does, and that’s MY fault?” he demanded, throwing up his bleeding wrist in exasperation. “Notice a repetitive pattern with the rest of them? You go after innocent women, I end up having to rescue them. And you’re really blaming me because you can’t keep it in your pants? Sounds like everything you’re blaming me for was your own fucking fault.”
Silas groaned in annoyance, resting head against the wall and directing a glare at the cave roof. “You have got to be fucking kidding me with this.”
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Post by Dacian on Jul 16, 2010 8:34:31 GMT 1
“Innocent? Nobody associated with you is innocent. That one had you on call. It’s like speed-dial for the devil.” Dacian replied dryly. He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, admiring the dark smudge of Silas’s blood before cleaning it off. Waste not want not.
“Oh, because God forbid I try to protect my employees against a vampire that’s KNOWN to prey on them. No, seriously, what the FUCK Dacian, I can’t get my head around this. You’re BLAMING me, KILLING everyone around me, because of things YOU forced me into in the first place?”
“Can you even hear yourself? —”
“Can you?” The wizard interrupted.
“— I guess it works on everyone else, your drivel, but it doesn’t work on me.” Continued Dacian, adopting a rather superior arch to his brow.
Silas groaned and hit the back his head against the wall in an exasperated fashion. Dacian frowned. “Stop that.” The man was going to do himself more brain damage at this rate. And then where would the fun be?
The wizard made a fair approximation of a growl and looked off into the darkness of the cave. “THIS is what Jac fucking died for?” Though it seemed more to himself than to Dacian. The vampire smirked. The little, nay, huge white lie was doing the trick at least. He had a name. Jack. A rather boyish nickname for a frankly beautiful woman, but it seemed to be the current trend.
“Alright, explain Dominic. He’s definitely not innocent.” He prompted.
“Dominic? What? That idiot?” Silas asked, sounding caught off-guard by the sudden change of track. “I had to save his fucking life after you almost killed him. What the hell are you blaming me for THIS time?”
“He’s a fucking pedophile.” Dacian spat with his customary harshness. “Maybe you should pay more attention to the people you ‘protect’.” So Silas had fixed him up, had he? Pity. It was creeps like Dominic that gave Silas his elevated sense of self-worth. Dominic was a poor excuse for a vampire, having him as an ally was nothing to boast about.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 16, 2010 15:07:52 GMT 1
Pedophile? Wait, what? Silas actually threw Dacian a surprised look. No one had told him anything about that. Besides, as if Dacian could fucking talk: at his age dating anyone below the age of two hundred probably counted. He wasn’t even going to go into the little issue of necrophilia.
“Let me get this straight,” Silas asked with a not-so-underlying hint of aggression. It wasn’t like his foot was doing wonders for his temper either. “You’re telling me off for finding a boy supposedly bleeding to death on the street and taking compassion instead of just walking on past and leaving him to die?” Okay, so maybe their definitions of ‘compassion’ varied, but the majority of people would have saved the kid. Dacian was insane if he was going to try and blame him for that.
The vampire gave an incredulous snort. “Compassion!?” he exclaimed. “It would have been more compassionate to let the sun bake his runty corpse,” he added harshly.
“Do you think I KNEW who he was the was at the time?” Silas argued back, following the genius logic that it wasn’t technically a lie if you never made a definitive statement. “What the HELL do you know about me, Dacian?”
Dacian just smirked.
Silas glared in response. “In case you haven’t noticed, not everyone is like YOU.”
“No, people like me learn to live a lot longer than people like you. If not me, you’d have picked someone else out of your league to torment eventually.”
Oh, that was fucking rich. The recollection of being picked up and bodily thrown against a rack of shelves was coming to mind. “Dacian, you chose yourself from the minute you fucking met me,” he snapped back. “Can you list a THING you’ve ever done that wasn’t you baiting me into smacking you upside the head? I’m not in the habit of attacking people who don’t give me a damn good reason.” To emphasise his point he made a vague gesture at his legs with his only free hand. “Exhibit fucking A.”
... Free hand. Huh.
“Me baiting YOU!?” the vampire huffed disbelievingly, “Since then you sought me out on every other occasion.”
Bullshit. “What?! I sought you out once to confirm information,” Silas argued, shifting his position as though thinking of standing before his knee rather painfully reminded him that no, that was not going to happen. He hissed in a pained breath and used the movement to slip his hand behind his back to see if he could do anything about his bound wrist. Hell if he knew what untying himself was going to achieve, but it was better than doing nothing. “Fuck, I have more important things in my life than you to worry about.”
“And you took the opportunity to threaten me,” the vampire continued as though he hadn’t heard.
Threatened. Oh baww. Nut the fuck up. “Lets not turn this into a ‘who started what’,” Silas snapped. “You threatened me enough times to even out the difference and you don’t hear me crying about it.”
“And I don’t see any new scars on you, I think you did a little bit more than threaten.”
Argh. Fuck Dacian’s knots.
“Remind me? Which ones did I give you?” Silas asked, feigning genuine curiosity before his expression hardened again. “Oh that’s right that, one was Edward, and unless I’ve been engaging in gender-bending lately I don’t see how that one on your face is my fault either.”
Dacian bared his teeth. “You thought you were safe, manipulating other people to get what you wanted. You might not have pulled the trigger, but you supplied the gun.”
Christ. Deja Vu much. “Didn’t we just HAVE this conversation?” Silas demanded. “You attacked people, they defended themselves, you got what you deserved. I had nothing to do with it.” That fact vampires couldn’t stand crosses wasn’t exactly an international secret. Even muggles were aware of that one for God’s sake. Edward and Seph would have found their own sooner or later.
The bindings didn’t seem to want to give. He needed two hands. Shit. Perhaps if he could just loosen them enough?
The vampire’s expression changed to be insufferably smug. “You just don’t like losing, do you?”
Silas was caught off guard by the sudden change of topic. What the flipping fuck did that have to do with anything? Yeah, changing the subject when you couldn’t think of a proper comeback. Real fucking mature. “Neither do you, apparently, seeing as you can’t just fucking let this go.”
“It was inevitable,” the vampire replied quite matter-of-fact.
Silas frowned. “What was?”
“This.” Dacian’s fist collided with his jaw, snapping his head to the side with the impact. A fresh flash of pain tore through the side of his face up to his forehead and almost immediately the warm taste of blood filled his mouth. Fuck. The inside of his cheek must have split. Silas turned his head towards Dacian and belligerently spat it firmly into his face. If Dacian wanted it, fine, he could fucking have it.
“You have no idea what you’re up against, do you?” The wizard said darkly.
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Post by Dacian on Jul 16, 2010 20:17:30 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 took note of the blood on the wizard’s lip, and bared his teeth in a knowing smile. Neither did Silas. Again, Silas spat. This time the vampire just huffed a laugh and wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. He eyed the bloodied saliva on his hand with bleary vision before licking the majority up. The rest he wiped from his face with his sleeve.
“Wizard. Essentially all-powerful. Take away the wand, and they’re about as ferocious as a kitten. You’re a weak race.” He replied, deciding he’d sat long enough and he got up to retrieve the bag.
“If you say so.” Silas replied casually as Dacian embarked on his latest challenge: getting to the bag. His walk was a little staggered, but he managed not to fall on the uneven ground.
“You can’t deny that. Look at yourself. You’re trapped.” Dacian retorted as he slipped a little on the stone and caught himself on a standing mineral formation. His brain was impossibly lopsided, and he took a moment to steady himself. He didn’t think it was possible to get this drunk from human blood. That much alcohol in a mortal system should kill them. How Silas had managed it let alone stay relatively coherent was a wonder. Though it would explain why he was apparently so blasé about death.
“Fuck you. It ever occurred to you that that you might be missing something, didn’t it?” said the wizard, apparently still convinced he was going to get out of this alive. Dacian looked over in mild disbelief. To his credit, Silas had plenty of defences. His house was near impenetrable, he had magic to defend himself and even if those were overcome apparently his blood was toxic. Dacian couldn’t fathom what else the wizard could come up with that would save him.
Dacian crouched beside the bag. “You’d say anything to get out of this, wouldn’t you. You’re desperate.” He marvelled, what could possibly escape this man from his fate? |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 28, 2010 8:39:34 GMT 1
Hah, poor Dacian. Walking didn’t seem to be as easy as it used to be. Silas eyed the vampire’s shaky progress with a kind of mixed satisfaction. Getting back at Dacian somehow was always worth a few points, but a little voice of logic was trying to ruin it by asking him just how much alcohol had to be in his system to have that effect on a freaking vampire. Still, the mystery of his blood-alcohol concentration would have to wait until later.
“And you’re fishing,” Silas replied unconcernedly, surreptitiously pulling his hand against the rope and trying to jimmy his other thumb into the loop. If he could keep Dacian sidetracked with pointless conversation long enough, then he might be able to... Bingo. Dacian glanced away and Silas yanked his hand through, almost crushing his knuckles in the process.
“Actually, Dacian, I’d be equally thrilled if you killed me right now,” he continued unconcernedly, feeling confident Dacian hadn’t noticed anything was amiss. Bring as drunk as he was, he probably wouldn’t realise if a house-elf suddenly appeared and started cleaning the cave behind him. “You can’t win and you don’t even know it,” he added.
A stupid thing to say? Yeah, a little. The horcrux plan had been in motion for far too long to give up the game now, but sue him; he was hurt, he was tired, he was pissed, and above all, he was really fed up. Dacian wasn’t the only one who could play the Cryptic Bastard Game.
Silas kept his hand behind his back, flexing the fingers experimentally. His wrist stung. Rope burn, probably. He gingerly felt around. Fuck. Definitely. He could still feel blood on the other arm where Dacian had helped himself earlier and Silas withdrew it to look.
The bite was still oozing blood, gnarled from where Dacian had savaged it. He noticed distastefully that his sleeve was starting to roll back down onto the pathways of blood dribbling from the wound. Well, shit. It’s not like his clothes needed any more damage than what they had already. Keeping his eye on the vampire, Silas licked the underside of his arm up towards the bite, stopping only when Dacian gave him a look of malicious glee. “Well I won’t be killing you yet,” the vampire chuckled darkly, eyes still locked on the arm. “Or maybe I will, it won’t take.”
Cause that wasn’t foreboding or anything. Silas frowned, putting his arm down sharpish. Any action that made Dacian happy couldn’t possibly mean anything good. “... What the hell are you on about this time?” he asked accusingly.
“How do I taste?” the vampire smirked knowingly, flexing the hand Silas had recently bitten, the bite marks pitted, pink and glistening with scar tissue.
Realisation hit.The blood. In order to make a changeling you had to... “Fuck,” he swore loudly, throwing in more than enough sets of curses for good measure. Brilliant. Just fucking brilliant. How the hell had he accidentally gotten himself into that one?
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Post by Dacian on Jul 28, 2010 12:46:18 GMT 1
Dacian made a sound that might have been a whoop of laughter if it was believable for the vampire to be possible of such joviality. That reaction was worth a little bloodshed. “Mmm, thought as much. Now how keen are you to die?” He fairly crooned, eyeing the smeared blood along the wizard’s forearm.
The wizard glared in response. He cocked his head like a conniving owl, apparently giving it some thought. “You wouldn’t turn me,” he said finally with a confidence that wavered. The vampire smiled, baring his fangs. He was rattled. Now there was doubt where previously there was utter certainty.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Dacian retorted, finding fewer reasons not to by the second. There would be no more spontaneous magic, for one. Not even a chance of the Lumos solem incident repeating itself. Silas would have all of his weaknesses and none of his strengths. Sounded like a pretty good deal.
As if flipping a switch, the wizard was confident again with his next reply. Dacian’s brows furrowed. What did it take to keep this man down!? Should have kicked him harder. “Because you wouldn’t voluntarily commit yourself to me for the rest of your life,” replied the wizard. Damn, good point. He would be stuck with the cocky git. He didn’t exactly look forward to more of the snide comments and lewd innuendo. Thankfully he wouldn’t have to put up with him for that long.
At least the prospect would be entertaining for a short while. “Who says anything about the rest of my life? I could keep you in this cave for decades. You’d heal anything I did to you, slowly without blood of course, but your entertainment value is significantly increased without that pesky mortality of yours.” Dacian gave a short laugh. There were certain grim visuals that he could wistfully entertain.
Now the wizard appeared grumpy. “You really think you’d be able to keep me here for years? Christ, you’re dumber than I thought,” Silas responded with a bite to his voice, oblivious to the implications of becoming a vampire. Like his failed escape attempt, Silas was blundering blindly onward with no idea what he was getting himself into.
Dacian shook his head disbelievingly. “Limbs don’t grow back. I’m positive I could keep you here.” It was worth killing the bastard and bringing him back just to see his expression when he was just a trunk with a head. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, steadying himself as he hiccuped with barely contained laughter.
“Thanks for the tidbit. I’ll remember that next time I see you,” came the nonchalant reply. Silas was apparently as unconcerned as ever. The threat was real. Dacian could do it if he put his mind to it. Had Silas no concept of death? He really did not believe what an enemy he had provoked? He was deluded.
Dacian sobered, and glared over at the wizard with the most serious of expressions. “I think you underestimate exactly how many sadistic things I’ve seen. And I don’t think you realise I could do every single one of them to you if I wanted to,” Dacian said grimly.
“And I think you’ve overestimated your ability to go long periods without fucking up,” Silas replied snidely. Dacian grunted and rolled his eyes away, looking down at the bag as if thinking through its contents.
“On average, it evens out. I’m due for some better luck,” he shrugged. If this fouled up, it could only go one way, and frankly Dacian felt he deserved a stake through the chest if he couldn’t pull off the simple task of killing Silas and ridding himself of a persistent problem.
It was if the wizard was in his own little world. He refused to see the reality of this. He continued to throw insult after insult, ignoring any consequences as if he still had a wand at the ready. As if he’d never had to face the consequences of his own actions before. Well he was in for a shock. Silas Rosier was about to answer for a whole load of his actions.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 11, 2010 7:31:06 GMT 1
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Which didn’t change the fact the vampire was a dumbass. A particularly smug dumbass, but a dumbass none the less. Being turned hadn’t exactly factored into Silas’s list of potential scenarios, but he’d been quick to realise something: he couldn’t be turned without being killed first, and once he was killed, game over for Dacian. Let the vampire think he had the upper hand; Silas already had the last laugh.
“So let me get this straight: You start your devious plan for revenge by kidnapping one of the most well known men in Magical London? Someone who everyone knows you have it in for? Gee Dacian, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you hadn’t thought this through,” Silas replied, his voice oozing with sarcasm.
“Give me an honest list of people who’d genuinely care you were gone?” the vampire countered with a smirk, reaching ponderously for the picture of Jac. At once Silas’s attention snapped to the photo, watching the vampire toy with it with a broiling sense of anger. “Fairly short, I bet.”
“Fuck, would it kill you to put that down?” he snapped, before sharply cutting himself off. Calling attention to it wasn’t going to help anyone. He wouldn’t put it past the vampire to milk the scenario for all it was worth, and the last thing he needed was the vampire harping on that topic again. Fuck, as if Dacian hadn’t caused enough damage already, now he had to go fiddle with the only thing of Jac he had left. Douche.
“Murder’s murder, no matter what you happen to think about my social standing. The Ministry isn’t going to conveniently ignore that fact no matter how clever you think you are. You really think they can’t find you with magic? You really think I didn’t have a plan in case this happened? Fuck, you’re stupider than I thought. It’s boggling.”
Okay, so it was half a bluff; Silas knew of the Ministry’s incompetence better than anyone. Hopefully Abe might be quicker at putting two and two together. Or fuck, even Connery if it came to that. The auror might be a sanctimonious arse, but considering how often they ended up communicating over vampire attacks there was no way his disappearance wouldn’t be considered suspicious.
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