Trouble In Paradise
Sometime at Night
The faint clinking of heels against stone echoed down the nearly empty streets as the woman practically strutted her way down the sidewalk adjacent to the main road. Dreary with faint sounds of felines sauntering on in the backdrops of the neighborhood. More or less seemingly attires as a woman of the night so to speak, as the woman wore little more than torn fishnet leggings, leather heeled boots which looked like something out of a modern day goth's fantasies which came halfway up her calves, a leather corset, and oddly enough, a black tutu. Yes tutu. Although not having much of a frame at all the 5'5 tall woman strutted along in that outfit like it were designed for her herself. Most likely because it was. With a flick of her wrist brushing thick locks of what made up her bangs from the proximity of her face as those crimson hued eyes scanned alongside the buildings. Giving off the appearance of absent-mindedly strolling down West End in the dead of night. Continuing down the road until she came across an awfully suspicious, yet easily missed dip in the building layouts lining the sidewalks. Ceasing to a halt before the out of place structure she rose a brow as her arms crossed over her torso. "Bizzare.." she muttered in a hushed tone. Yet oddly enough smirking the entire time.
Fresh from a hunt and relaxing a bloated belly, he was currently lounged on the couch across his second most recent turned, Evalynn. A woman with the appearance of Western culture by heritage, but she dressed and spoke with a New York tongue. His head was nestled in her lap as she was fixing up his dreadlocks, rolling wax over the long coils of almost-black hair. His lids had grown heavy throughout the grooming, damn near almost falling asleep. Evalynn on the other hand looked pleased as a peach when it came to these moments, the ever-loyal and nearly obsessed vampire. It was a pathetic sight, really. Her adoration and admiration blatant in her gaze and features as she looked down at him, fixing his dreads as they'd become frayed over the past few hunts and showers. A soft tune rolled through her chest as she hummed it, nearly lulling the Blood King to a dazed sleep.
After a moment of standing there outside the property line, the woman raised her left arm to check the simple watch on her wrist. Heaving a soft sigh before proceeding to make her way up to the door. Giving a quick roll of her neck before raising a closed hand up to the wood. Tap tap tap. Knocking rather softly, considering the idea of knocking is to draw attention to the door. However she knew if she had the right place, no doubt someone would hear the subtle knocking. Whether the tribal-like troublemaker or a pet, someone. In a slow motion raising her hand to her mouth as she yawned. Her left boot causing a faint echo of pattering while she tapped her foot. "Anytime now. Before some imbecile strolls up..."
There was no doubt there was knocking at the door, those so-called tribal troublemaker's hazel hues snapped open and shifted in the direction of the living room doorway. They narrowed slightly, nostrils flaring as he caught wind of the particular someone at the front door. A wide spread grin erupted across his face, but dammit it all if he wasn't feeling lazy as hell. Those hazels lifted up to his pet, brows raising as if to say, you gonna get that?
Her head had swiveled in the direction of the noise, nostrils flaring but the scent wasn't familiar to her. It was Daemien's look that had her moving, a soft spoken apology following that she hadn't gotten up immediately instead of questioning. After her last mistake, she was still working on getting back to his good side. Collecting those thick coils of hair as she eased herself out from under his head, laying them down on the cushion as she swiftly made her way to the door. Reaching it rather quickly, she reached out to grasp the doorknob, giving a glance through the peephole to catch view of... a woman that could only be Mira from her Master's descriptions. She had a feeling he already knew, but the urge to warn his was apparent. A glance to the living room, she turned back to the door and didn't dare keep the Vampire Queen waiting. She tugged the door open, a respectful bow of her head to her Master's twin. "Welcome," she was accustomed to being in the presence of her Master and how to act, but not this woman. She remained as respectful as possible, not daring to disappoint Daemien for yet another time.
With a slight hint of confusion, yet not at all unpleasantly so, the woman known as Mira canted her head ever so slightly to the right. Raising a brow slightly as she glanced at the girl. "Well aren't you a sweet little one. Take me to my brother darling. We have catching up to do." Though if noted correctly, her words were patronizing. Despite the all too obviously sultry tone she seemed to naturally possess. Those crimson hues setting on the female whom she did not seem to know. Specifically her eyes. Deadlocked in an unblinking stare. Curiosity over the mere pet could wait. Perhaps if Mira were lucky, after a nice stiff drink. Surely the gracious host would not have his dear sister go without. After all, a sober Mira is a grumpy Mira.
Like she was going to say no to such a request... She knew on the scale of power, both Daemien and this woman alike could tear her to pieces within seconds. Even if she put up her best fight. She understood how age worked, and she was no more than a few months old in the life of vampirism. "Of course, he's in the living room." She moved out of the way, pushing open and holding the door with her arm extended graciously to the inside of the home. Her gaze was the shade of caramel, a soft brown that held tinges of red around the pupils. Daemien kept her well-fed, that was for sure. She noted the patronizing tone but didn't bring attention to it. "He's currently resting off a recent hunt." There was blatant adoration when speaking of her favored Master, almost pitifully so. Perhaps even pathetic. He had that girl wrapped around a jewelry-clad finger. When Mira would advance into the home, she played the proper host as she always did to any guest of her Masters. "Can I get you a drink?"
One the other hand, the Blood King was lazying it up on the couch, having not budged in the slightest as he let his little pet get the door and bring Mira to him. Instead of making any move to get up, the bloated vampire just picked at his teeth with a single index fingernail, perhaps removing any scraps of tissue from the recent hunt. The deal prevented him from killing, but it didn't stop him from leaving them close to the edge. He was well on his way to making a loophole in the little deal he'd made with the Hero.
Mira simply nodded as the pet instructed as to the location of her troublesome kin. A light chuckle escaping her lips as news of him 'resting' as she entered the building. Resting my rear. Bastard's probably lazing it up like an obese cow right about now. "Oh yes, a drink would be lovely dear." she responded , though her tone would suggest that she were preoccupied. Or completely uninterested in the girl's presence entirely. Desensitization towards each other's kind was logical to her. Considering the never ceasing possibility that she may be the hand that slays it in the future. Which considering her brother, was typically a distinct possibility. Making her way down toward the living room in her strut, the moment she came in visual range of the pig of a vampire, a sense of sassiness reared it's head. Immediately a hand made it's way to her hip, which were cocked to the side. A faint smirk sweeping across her lips while those oculars set upon her twin brother. "Just as I expected. Lazing around like an obese bovine. Typical."
Another bow of her head like the loyal servant she was, she gave a single nod. "Of course, I'll bring it to you." And then she was dismissing herself to the kitchen, using perhaps logic or an educated guess on which kind of drink to bring the Vampire Queen. Blood or liquor? From what Daemien had mentioned of Mira, the woman liked her liquor. Just in case, she'd just snag a bottle of blood as well. Just in case. Better safe than sorry when it came to the alphas. Sorry could mean death.
Surely enough, the lazy cow was doing exactly what she spoke of. Those hazels drifted slowly over to his twin, a cocky grin appearing around that picking finger at his teeth before it was pulled away from those dastardly canines in order to speak. "Someone has to look like they won't float off in the wind," he retaliated, instead of sitting up and offering her a seat, his arms came up to prop his head up to easily look at her. A not-so-subtle glance around in the direction behind Mira. "Where's your meat puppets? They let you come alone." He feigned a look of shock before rolling his eyes. He was well aware of what her crew thought of him. "You here for a social call or a warning this time?" He teased, their pasts were quite rather tipsy on that scale, never leaning more to one than the other. At least that's what it felt like to him.
"Well, I would say the latter. I've heard some things. But... Witnessing your little door maid trinket, it looks to me like you've been living the fat cat life. Sarcasm aside, the bodies turning up around that... Glade? Was it? Need I say more?" Her interrogating betrayed by her expression. The look on her face displayed a grim seriousness. Something had her rattled, whether she dare admit or not. Word had made it to Mira of a body count which resembled her brother's pattern. But the count suggested the killer had set up shop quite some time ago. And yet only one servant? Surely if her brother had been here long, he'd have a flock of pets just lining up to be his current plaything. To Mira, that were something to be concerned of.
It wasn't long before Evalynn returned with the bottles, one of liquor and the other of blood. It wasn't as fresh as from a warm tap, but it wasn't stale either. Only a couple days old, and sealed tight and ready to be opened. Holding the bottles between her fingers, she had two wine glasses skillfully held between the fingers of the opposing hand. "I hope this is okay," her head was ducked bashfully, a bit caught off guard about being surrounded by both of the alphas at once. The bottle of liquor was scotch, the bottle of blood could've been a Scott... or a Jacob... who knows what their name was.
He didn't seem phased about having this conversation around his little pet, his hazels remaining directly on Mira as they slowly narrowed. "I'm going to go ahead and assume you don't believe them to be mine," he was always being a pain in his twin's ass. Whether directly or indirectly. For now, directly. Not giving her a definitive answer on if the bodies were his or not. "You know I hate beating around the bush," his cheeky grin was on full display as he laid there like the aforementioned fat cat. "Spit it out, Mira." Whether she would admit it or not, he knew his sister like the back of his hand. Something was unsettling her, and he was tired of this little game.
Casting a subtle side glance toward Evalynn, a light scoff escaped her lips. Seeing her brother's various pets over their lifetimes, this newest one just seemed entirely farfetched. Almost laughable. "This one's just adorable brother. Refreshing improvement." spoken softly, Mira began to smirk as she turned to face the girl. "Sweetie, you'll find I've no real care for playing classy." her remark followed by a snicker as she merely reached out for the bottle of scotch. Not even bothering with a glass, the woman simply uncorked the bottle with her thumb. Only to bring it to her lips to take prompt swig. A sigh of contentment escaping her lips shortly after. "May consider fetching another dear, this won't last long." Casting a light nod toward the girl before seemingly returning her attention to her twin. "I think the numbers outweigh your gullet. And that's a problem. Whoever it is, they're beyond gluttonous. Which only leads me to believe there's far more than one. I for one don't intend to be a scapegoat for them. Do you, 'Dracula'?"
Even though Daemien was her master, she knew better than to deny a request from the other half of the alpha coin. A glance to the Blood King and she noticed he was hardly paying attention to her. All the same, she nodded and moved to set the bottle and glasses that were cluttering her hands to the coffee table near the couch. "Very well, my apologies," she bowed respectfully and kept her gaze more to the floor than anywhere else. "I'll get right on that," and then she was off, heading briskly toward the kitchen to fetch more bottles of liquor for the vampire queen.
At the mention of his 'adorable' little pet, he snickered. "Would you prefer I keep company like the last?" It was a sneer, perhaps even snide in it's demeanor. There was still resentment in that angry vampire, not directly at Mira in the least but to the situation in general. "She serves me well, that's what I care about." Finally, the lazy cow decided to sit up, pulling himself from the cushions to sit upright. But he didn't leave his post, the bloated belly hidden beneath his shirt was still quite full and he didn't feel like budging any time soon. Not that it would be any surprise to his twin. Hazels narrowed at her, brows furrowing as she went on about the kills. "Who else could be here but us? Unless we have another that we're unaware of, I can't hardly imagine it would be someone of that much importance." He snickered, lifting one leg to cross over the other as he took a lean on the armrest of the couch. "We'd know if it was one of ours, Calypso." Using previous aliases it seemed. "Are you trying to tell me that you and your crew of misfits can't handle it?" He teased, brows lifting as that arrogant smirk spread, giving one hell of an amused look to his sister.
With a roll of those crimson hued eyes and a slight tensing of her jaw she practically hissed "My 'crew' is currently scattered in the wind...." Quickly raising the bottle to her lips for another gulp of the poison seemingly in mid sentence. Not surprising, the lush that she'd become more recently. "Ahhh...That being said, none of mine are that messy. That leaves either your little renegade, or worst than that.. Which it most likely is. There's a species around here which thrives like we do. And whatever they are, if WE don't do something about it, WE are going to end up the ones being chased by angry mobs. Again." Taking a moment to glance around his cozy abode, scoffing lightly. "And if you ask me, it looks like you've got the start of a little nest in the works. Do you want to have to pick up and start fresh again? In case you're to fat and lazy to use your brain today, I'm asking for your help Daemien. When is my intuition ever wrong?"
Poor Evalynn had just come back with two bottles of scotch, stopping in her tracks just past the door with wide eyes as she'd heard what Mira said. "Mob?..." her voice was a hushed whisper, nervousness running through her body as she looked toward her savior and master. Are we being hunted? She audibly swallowed, her steps coming forward to set the liquor bottles down on the table beside the one she'd left there before. Her eyes were wide like a doe's, though she wasn't trembling or acting like a pussy, concern was riddled on her face. She didn't doubt Daemien for a moment, but of course she worried about and cared for her master's safety, perhaps even above her own. "Should we be worried?" Caramel hues darted to Mira, shifting away hesitantly to look at Daemien. She was a fresh fledgling, no more than a couple months old.
Perhaps he should've worried a bit more about his little pet overhearing this conversation, but he hadn't expected it to come down to this. He had been staring at Mira, perhaps a bit --or more than a bit-- surprised to hear her asking for his help. How many centuries had passed since they'd actually worked together on something? Once they hit Midgard, they'd gone their separate ways, had collected their own vampires or in her case, a crew. And he pulled his staring gaze away from Mira as he felt the thrumming worry from his little pet, he didn't lash out at her. Instead, he finally pulled himself from the couch and moved over to her. Fingers clasping around his pet's shoulders as he peered down at her, a feigned sweet smile as he shook his head. "There's nothing to worry about," his gaze lingered on her a moment as she seemed to be lost for a moment, Staring hazily until she blinked and nodded, shaking her head a bit like a dog. When she lifted her gaze again to him, he nodded toward a particular door, that little reminder that they had someone chained in the basement --and quite possibly trying to gnaw at her chains due to the scent of another alpha about-- and her assistance was needed elsewhere. "Leave me to speak alone with Mira, hm?" He pulled his hands away from his Eva's shoulders, watching her move off to the basement door and slip through it to a waiting --and possibly hungry-- Diana. His hazels drifted back to Mira, silent for a moment before he slowly nodded. "When do I ever tell you no when you need my help, sister?" There was a softness in his gaze now, one that was especially reserved for his twin. Even though they were only minutes apart, he had taken the role of the older sibling.
"When you go stir crazy and try to kill everything in sight. Then I have to help you." Spoken with a grin. The moment the pet seemed to leave the room Mira immediately relaxed. The faint stiffness in her stature fading in an instant. Not that she were worried about the fledgling, or that she cared to uphold some sense of integrity as an alpha. But more that her brother's kin were typically bloodthirsty, and rather stupid. After all, she was still a living being. Tipping the bottle in her palm back to take another swig of it's contents. "It could be nothing, I'll admit I have no leads just speculation on the oddity. But follow through research has never been a bad thing. All I really need from you right now brother is to just keep your eyes and ears open. I'm sure your pet could sway a few ears if willing. If this... Whatever it is, is intelligent at all, then there's a distinct possibility it's intentionally making these corpse shows seem like your handywork. it's not like you aren't a storybook legend or anything." Casting a quick glance of those crimson hues toward the basement door bearing a blank expression. ".....Why only one..?" She mumbled lightly to herself.
He snickered, waving his hand at her dismissively. "Yeah, yeah." He was more focused to the matter at hand, though he noted her rigid stature dissipating with the disappearance of his kin. A brow raised to her but he said nothing on the matter. He couldn't say much, being around hers made him edgy, too. Mainly for the fact that the majority seemed to hate him. He didn't particularly care of that fact, though. He wasn't looking for his sister's bitch's approval. With the task at hand, he snatched up a bottle of the scotch Eva had brought in, uncorking the bottle and promptly bringing it to his lips. Taking a step back toward the couch, he let his rear fall onto the edge, bringing a soft grunt from him. Hissing through his teeth as he'd damn near chugged a quarter of the bottle in just a few moments. To her request, he nodded. "I can do that, easily. Evalynn doesn't look like much, but she's a good talker." One of the reasons why she was an asset. A previous business woman in New York, she knew how things worked. How she was acting in Mira's presence was nothing like how she acted around him. Mira had made her just as uncomfortable as she'd made Mira. Another swig was taken of the bottle before he looked up to her. He snickered, "if they're trying to portray it as my work, they're doing a piss poor job at it. If you had to question if it was mine or not, they're not doing a good enough job." He was arrogant, but reasonably so when it came to racking up a body count. There was a slightly cocky smirk as she brought up the stories of him. "Speak for yourself, Vlad the Impaler." Coarse laughter ensued, a light shake of his head before he heard her muttering, to which he didn't exactly answer her, avoiding eye contact all together. He sucked at lying to his sister, and he didn't want to bring up the feral in the basement.
"Speak for yourself Dracula. The stories of my crusade aren't under ficton." On thing could never be denied about the woman, she had a quick tongue. And when it came to her brother, she'd bark and hiss without hesitation. The things she would say if she were to find that feral beneath ground level. "Anyway. I'll be operating... Outside of this rathole part of this city. So this 'West End' is all yours brother dearest. Enjoy your flee ridden prey." Her remark followed up by instant snickering. Turning back to make a few paces toward the door. "I'd best be on my way soon, lest my wife start to worry you laid an ambush for me. Or something. Look me up later. I wouldn't mind having another competition or two." Glancing over her shoulder back toward her brother once making her way toward the front door. Hand on the knob. "It's been far too long since I've gotten my hands dirty, can't have you start thinking I'm soft like the lion now can I? Keep in touch brother."
"At least they didn't mistake my gender. I mean... the claimed beard of the man.." He tilted his head, sneering at her. "Though... it looks like your stubble's coming back," making a show of rubbing his own chin as he crinkled his nose. That sly smile broke free from the otherwise sneering expression, raising a brow at her. "I thought fleas would be something you'd be accustomed to... running around with that mutt for so long, sister." A snap of his teeth before he followed suit with a long swig of the bottle. He seemed to consider it before turning his neck from side to side, a loud pop of the vertebrae with each turn of his neck. "It's about time..." to them having another competition. It had been far too long, his prize-winning --in terms of horrific-- smile was turned to her, twiddling his fingers at her. "Get out of here before your broad tears down my front door searching for you. There's no doubt in my mind that she knows you're here. That's if she's not out of sniffing distance scoping out the place with binoculars." He snickered, turning his attention forward with the bottle lifting up once more to his mouth. "You, too. And Mira..." there was a slight shift in his tone, that protectiveness that had never left him over the years. "Don't be reckless. If things become troublesome, you come get me." It wasn't a request coming from the Blood King's mouth.
"...Noted. See you soon." spoken in a near whisper. And in an instant, that front door was closing shut. Mira slipping out as quickly as she suddenly arrived. Strutting her way down the very same route she made toward Daemien's little abode. Tilting the bottle in her palm back to resuming consumption of the beverage while she waltzed on. Though reluctant to admit to it, her skin were practically crawling. Never one to fear anything before. To her something about this new obstacle in her path sent up red flags every moment she pondered on it. Anxiety spikes she typically had only felt before when something terrible were coming her way. Yet, taking her mind off of the recent body count was practically impossible. The woman couldn't stop obsessing. Product of a life of paranoia without a doubt.
Left with his own thoughts, Eva was taking care of the feral in the basement. He leaned himself back against the couch cushions, brows sinking deeper and deeper downward. Being alone now, he let the uneasiness crash over him that he'd kept hidden around Eva and Mira. If Mira's worried.... He sighed, not liking the sound of it. A shake of his head as he lifted his own liquor bottle to his lips. "Son of a bitch.." he muttered under his breath, letting his head fall back as his hazels drifted to the ceiling. He didn't like the feeling that was settling deep in his gut... or maybe it was just indigestion.
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Adapted with permission from live play with Nyxae Calypso~
Sometime at Night
The faint clinking of heels against stone echoed down the nearly empty streets as the woman practically strutted her way down the sidewalk adjacent to the main road. Dreary with faint sounds of felines sauntering on in the backdrops of the neighborhood. More or less seemingly attires as a woman of the night so to speak, as the woman wore little more than torn fishnet leggings, leather heeled boots which looked like something out of a modern day goth's fantasies which came halfway up her calves, a leather corset, and oddly enough, a black tutu. Yes tutu. Although not having much of a frame at all the 5'5 tall woman strutted along in that outfit like it were designed for her herself. Most likely because it was. With a flick of her wrist brushing thick locks of what made up her bangs from the proximity of her face as those crimson hued eyes scanned alongside the buildings. Giving off the appearance of absent-mindedly strolling down West End in the dead of night. Continuing down the road until she came across an awfully suspicious, yet easily missed dip in the building layouts lining the sidewalks. Ceasing to a halt before the out of place structure she rose a brow as her arms crossed over her torso. "Bizzare.." she muttered in a hushed tone. Yet oddly enough smirking the entire time.
Fresh from a hunt and relaxing a bloated belly, he was currently lounged on the couch across his second most recent turned, Evalynn. A woman with the appearance of Western culture by heritage, but she dressed and spoke with a New York tongue. His head was nestled in her lap as she was fixing up his dreadlocks, rolling wax over the long coils of almost-black hair. His lids had grown heavy throughout the grooming, damn near almost falling asleep. Evalynn on the other hand looked pleased as a peach when it came to these moments, the ever-loyal and nearly obsessed vampire. It was a pathetic sight, really. Her adoration and admiration blatant in her gaze and features as she looked down at him, fixing his dreads as they'd become frayed over the past few hunts and showers. A soft tune rolled through her chest as she hummed it, nearly lulling the Blood King to a dazed sleep.
After a moment of standing there outside the property line, the woman raised her left arm to check the simple watch on her wrist. Heaving a soft sigh before proceeding to make her way up to the door. Giving a quick roll of her neck before raising a closed hand up to the wood. Tap tap tap. Knocking rather softly, considering the idea of knocking is to draw attention to the door. However she knew if she had the right place, no doubt someone would hear the subtle knocking. Whether the tribal-like troublemaker or a pet, someone. In a slow motion raising her hand to her mouth as she yawned. Her left boot causing a faint echo of pattering while she tapped her foot. "Anytime now. Before some imbecile strolls up..."
There was no doubt there was knocking at the door, those so-called tribal troublemaker's hazel hues snapped open and shifted in the direction of the living room doorway. They narrowed slightly, nostrils flaring as he caught wind of the particular someone at the front door. A wide spread grin erupted across his face, but dammit it all if he wasn't feeling lazy as hell. Those hazels lifted up to his pet, brows raising as if to say, you gonna get that?
Her head had swiveled in the direction of the noise, nostrils flaring but the scent wasn't familiar to her. It was Daemien's look that had her moving, a soft spoken apology following that she hadn't gotten up immediately instead of questioning. After her last mistake, she was still working on getting back to his good side. Collecting those thick coils of hair as she eased herself out from under his head, laying them down on the cushion as she swiftly made her way to the door. Reaching it rather quickly, she reached out to grasp the doorknob, giving a glance through the peephole to catch view of... a woman that could only be Mira from her Master's descriptions. She had a feeling he already knew, but the urge to warn his was apparent. A glance to the living room, she turned back to the door and didn't dare keep the Vampire Queen waiting. She tugged the door open, a respectful bow of her head to her Master's twin. "Welcome," she was accustomed to being in the presence of her Master and how to act, but not this woman. She remained as respectful as possible, not daring to disappoint Daemien for yet another time.
With a slight hint of confusion, yet not at all unpleasantly so, the woman known as Mira canted her head ever so slightly to the right. Raising a brow slightly as she glanced at the girl. "Well aren't you a sweet little one. Take me to my brother darling. We have catching up to do." Though if noted correctly, her words were patronizing. Despite the all too obviously sultry tone she seemed to naturally possess. Those crimson hues setting on the female whom she did not seem to know. Specifically her eyes. Deadlocked in an unblinking stare. Curiosity over the mere pet could wait. Perhaps if Mira were lucky, after a nice stiff drink. Surely the gracious host would not have his dear sister go without. After all, a sober Mira is a grumpy Mira.
Like she was going to say no to such a request... She knew on the scale of power, both Daemien and this woman alike could tear her to pieces within seconds. Even if she put up her best fight. She understood how age worked, and she was no more than a few months old in the life of vampirism. "Of course, he's in the living room." She moved out of the way, pushing open and holding the door with her arm extended graciously to the inside of the home. Her gaze was the shade of caramel, a soft brown that held tinges of red around the pupils. Daemien kept her well-fed, that was for sure. She noted the patronizing tone but didn't bring attention to it. "He's currently resting off a recent hunt." There was blatant adoration when speaking of her favored Master, almost pitifully so. Perhaps even pathetic. He had that girl wrapped around a jewelry-clad finger. When Mira would advance into the home, she played the proper host as she always did to any guest of her Masters. "Can I get you a drink?"
One the other hand, the Blood King was lazying it up on the couch, having not budged in the slightest as he let his little pet get the door and bring Mira to him. Instead of making any move to get up, the bloated vampire just picked at his teeth with a single index fingernail, perhaps removing any scraps of tissue from the recent hunt. The deal prevented him from killing, but it didn't stop him from leaving them close to the edge. He was well on his way to making a loophole in the little deal he'd made with the Hero.
Mira simply nodded as the pet instructed as to the location of her troublesome kin. A light chuckle escaping her lips as news of him 'resting' as she entered the building. Resting my rear. Bastard's probably lazing it up like an obese cow right about now. "Oh yes, a drink would be lovely dear." she responded , though her tone would suggest that she were preoccupied. Or completely uninterested in the girl's presence entirely. Desensitization towards each other's kind was logical to her. Considering the never ceasing possibility that she may be the hand that slays it in the future. Which considering her brother, was typically a distinct possibility. Making her way down toward the living room in her strut, the moment she came in visual range of the pig of a vampire, a sense of sassiness reared it's head. Immediately a hand made it's way to her hip, which were cocked to the side. A faint smirk sweeping across her lips while those oculars set upon her twin brother. "Just as I expected. Lazing around like an obese bovine. Typical."
Another bow of her head like the loyal servant she was, she gave a single nod. "Of course, I'll bring it to you." And then she was dismissing herself to the kitchen, using perhaps logic or an educated guess on which kind of drink to bring the Vampire Queen. Blood or liquor? From what Daemien had mentioned of Mira, the woman liked her liquor. Just in case, she'd just snag a bottle of blood as well. Just in case. Better safe than sorry when it came to the alphas. Sorry could mean death.
Surely enough, the lazy cow was doing exactly what she spoke of. Those hazels drifted slowly over to his twin, a cocky grin appearing around that picking finger at his teeth before it was pulled away from those dastardly canines in order to speak. "Someone has to look like they won't float off in the wind," he retaliated, instead of sitting up and offering her a seat, his arms came up to prop his head up to easily look at her. A not-so-subtle glance around in the direction behind Mira. "Where's your meat puppets? They let you come alone." He feigned a look of shock before rolling his eyes. He was well aware of what her crew thought of him. "You here for a social call or a warning this time?" He teased, their pasts were quite rather tipsy on that scale, never leaning more to one than the other. At least that's what it felt like to him.
"Well, I would say the latter. I've heard some things. But... Witnessing your little door maid trinket, it looks to me like you've been living the fat cat life. Sarcasm aside, the bodies turning up around that... Glade? Was it? Need I say more?" Her interrogating betrayed by her expression. The look on her face displayed a grim seriousness. Something had her rattled, whether she dare admit or not. Word had made it to Mira of a body count which resembled her brother's pattern. But the count suggested the killer had set up shop quite some time ago. And yet only one servant? Surely if her brother had been here long, he'd have a flock of pets just lining up to be his current plaything. To Mira, that were something to be concerned of.
It wasn't long before Evalynn returned with the bottles, one of liquor and the other of blood. It wasn't as fresh as from a warm tap, but it wasn't stale either. Only a couple days old, and sealed tight and ready to be opened. Holding the bottles between her fingers, she had two wine glasses skillfully held between the fingers of the opposing hand. "I hope this is okay," her head was ducked bashfully, a bit caught off guard about being surrounded by both of the alphas at once. The bottle of liquor was scotch, the bottle of blood could've been a Scott... or a Jacob... who knows what their name was.
He didn't seem phased about having this conversation around his little pet, his hazels remaining directly on Mira as they slowly narrowed. "I'm going to go ahead and assume you don't believe them to be mine," he was always being a pain in his twin's ass. Whether directly or indirectly. For now, directly. Not giving her a definitive answer on if the bodies were his or not. "You know I hate beating around the bush," his cheeky grin was on full display as he laid there like the aforementioned fat cat. "Spit it out, Mira." Whether she would admit it or not, he knew his sister like the back of his hand. Something was unsettling her, and he was tired of this little game.
Casting a subtle side glance toward Evalynn, a light scoff escaped her lips. Seeing her brother's various pets over their lifetimes, this newest one just seemed entirely farfetched. Almost laughable. "This one's just adorable brother. Refreshing improvement." spoken softly, Mira began to smirk as she turned to face the girl. "Sweetie, you'll find I've no real care for playing classy." her remark followed by a snicker as she merely reached out for the bottle of scotch. Not even bothering with a glass, the woman simply uncorked the bottle with her thumb. Only to bring it to her lips to take prompt swig. A sigh of contentment escaping her lips shortly after. "May consider fetching another dear, this won't last long." Casting a light nod toward the girl before seemingly returning her attention to her twin. "I think the numbers outweigh your gullet. And that's a problem. Whoever it is, they're beyond gluttonous. Which only leads me to believe there's far more than one. I for one don't intend to be a scapegoat for them. Do you, 'Dracula'?"
Even though Daemien was her master, she knew better than to deny a request from the other half of the alpha coin. A glance to the Blood King and she noticed he was hardly paying attention to her. All the same, she nodded and moved to set the bottle and glasses that were cluttering her hands to the coffee table near the couch. "Very well, my apologies," she bowed respectfully and kept her gaze more to the floor than anywhere else. "I'll get right on that," and then she was off, heading briskly toward the kitchen to fetch more bottles of liquor for the vampire queen.
At the mention of his 'adorable' little pet, he snickered. "Would you prefer I keep company like the last?" It was a sneer, perhaps even snide in it's demeanor. There was still resentment in that angry vampire, not directly at Mira in the least but to the situation in general. "She serves me well, that's what I care about." Finally, the lazy cow decided to sit up, pulling himself from the cushions to sit upright. But he didn't leave his post, the bloated belly hidden beneath his shirt was still quite full and he didn't feel like budging any time soon. Not that it would be any surprise to his twin. Hazels narrowed at her, brows furrowing as she went on about the kills. "Who else could be here but us? Unless we have another that we're unaware of, I can't hardly imagine it would be someone of that much importance." He snickered, lifting one leg to cross over the other as he took a lean on the armrest of the couch. "We'd know if it was one of ours, Calypso." Using previous aliases it seemed. "Are you trying to tell me that you and your crew of misfits can't handle it?" He teased, brows lifting as that arrogant smirk spread, giving one hell of an amused look to his sister.
With a roll of those crimson hued eyes and a slight tensing of her jaw she practically hissed "My 'crew' is currently scattered in the wind...." Quickly raising the bottle to her lips for another gulp of the poison seemingly in mid sentence. Not surprising, the lush that she'd become more recently. "Ahhh...That being said, none of mine are that messy. That leaves either your little renegade, or worst than that.. Which it most likely is. There's a species around here which thrives like we do. And whatever they are, if WE don't do something about it, WE are going to end up the ones being chased by angry mobs. Again." Taking a moment to glance around his cozy abode, scoffing lightly. "And if you ask me, it looks like you've got the start of a little nest in the works. Do you want to have to pick up and start fresh again? In case you're to fat and lazy to use your brain today, I'm asking for your help Daemien. When is my intuition ever wrong?"
Poor Evalynn had just come back with two bottles of scotch, stopping in her tracks just past the door with wide eyes as she'd heard what Mira said. "Mob?..." her voice was a hushed whisper, nervousness running through her body as she looked toward her savior and master. Are we being hunted? She audibly swallowed, her steps coming forward to set the liquor bottles down on the table beside the one she'd left there before. Her eyes were wide like a doe's, though she wasn't trembling or acting like a pussy, concern was riddled on her face. She didn't doubt Daemien for a moment, but of course she worried about and cared for her master's safety, perhaps even above her own. "Should we be worried?" Caramel hues darted to Mira, shifting away hesitantly to look at Daemien. She was a fresh fledgling, no more than a couple months old.
Perhaps he should've worried a bit more about his little pet overhearing this conversation, but he hadn't expected it to come down to this. He had been staring at Mira, perhaps a bit --or more than a bit-- surprised to hear her asking for his help. How many centuries had passed since they'd actually worked together on something? Once they hit Midgard, they'd gone their separate ways, had collected their own vampires or in her case, a crew. And he pulled his staring gaze away from Mira as he felt the thrumming worry from his little pet, he didn't lash out at her. Instead, he finally pulled himself from the couch and moved over to her. Fingers clasping around his pet's shoulders as he peered down at her, a feigned sweet smile as he shook his head. "There's nothing to worry about," his gaze lingered on her a moment as she seemed to be lost for a moment, Staring hazily until she blinked and nodded, shaking her head a bit like a dog. When she lifted her gaze again to him, he nodded toward a particular door, that little reminder that they had someone chained in the basement --and quite possibly trying to gnaw at her chains due to the scent of another alpha about-- and her assistance was needed elsewhere. "Leave me to speak alone with Mira, hm?" He pulled his hands away from his Eva's shoulders, watching her move off to the basement door and slip through it to a waiting --and possibly hungry-- Diana. His hazels drifted back to Mira, silent for a moment before he slowly nodded. "When do I ever tell you no when you need my help, sister?" There was a softness in his gaze now, one that was especially reserved for his twin. Even though they were only minutes apart, he had taken the role of the older sibling.
"When you go stir crazy and try to kill everything in sight. Then I have to help you." Spoken with a grin. The moment the pet seemed to leave the room Mira immediately relaxed. The faint stiffness in her stature fading in an instant. Not that she were worried about the fledgling, or that she cared to uphold some sense of integrity as an alpha. But more that her brother's kin were typically bloodthirsty, and rather stupid. After all, she was still a living being. Tipping the bottle in her palm back to take another swig of it's contents. "It could be nothing, I'll admit I have no leads just speculation on the oddity. But follow through research has never been a bad thing. All I really need from you right now brother is to just keep your eyes and ears open. I'm sure your pet could sway a few ears if willing. If this... Whatever it is, is intelligent at all, then there's a distinct possibility it's intentionally making these corpse shows seem like your handywork. it's not like you aren't a storybook legend or anything." Casting a quick glance of those crimson hues toward the basement door bearing a blank expression. ".....Why only one..?" She mumbled lightly to herself.
He snickered, waving his hand at her dismissively. "Yeah, yeah." He was more focused to the matter at hand, though he noted her rigid stature dissipating with the disappearance of his kin. A brow raised to her but he said nothing on the matter. He couldn't say much, being around hers made him edgy, too. Mainly for the fact that the majority seemed to hate him. He didn't particularly care of that fact, though. He wasn't looking for his sister's bitch's approval. With the task at hand, he snatched up a bottle of the scotch Eva had brought in, uncorking the bottle and promptly bringing it to his lips. Taking a step back toward the couch, he let his rear fall onto the edge, bringing a soft grunt from him. Hissing through his teeth as he'd damn near chugged a quarter of the bottle in just a few moments. To her request, he nodded. "I can do that, easily. Evalynn doesn't look like much, but she's a good talker." One of the reasons why she was an asset. A previous business woman in New York, she knew how things worked. How she was acting in Mira's presence was nothing like how she acted around him. Mira had made her just as uncomfortable as she'd made Mira. Another swig was taken of the bottle before he looked up to her. He snickered, "if they're trying to portray it as my work, they're doing a piss poor job at it. If you had to question if it was mine or not, they're not doing a good enough job." He was arrogant, but reasonably so when it came to racking up a body count. There was a slightly cocky smirk as she brought up the stories of him. "Speak for yourself, Vlad the Impaler." Coarse laughter ensued, a light shake of his head before he heard her muttering, to which he didn't exactly answer her, avoiding eye contact all together. He sucked at lying to his sister, and he didn't want to bring up the feral in the basement.
"Speak for yourself Dracula. The stories of my crusade aren't under ficton." On thing could never be denied about the woman, she had a quick tongue. And when it came to her brother, she'd bark and hiss without hesitation. The things she would say if she were to find that feral beneath ground level. "Anyway. I'll be operating... Outside of this rathole part of this city. So this 'West End' is all yours brother dearest. Enjoy your flee ridden prey." Her remark followed up by instant snickering. Turning back to make a few paces toward the door. "I'd best be on my way soon, lest my wife start to worry you laid an ambush for me. Or something. Look me up later. I wouldn't mind having another competition or two." Glancing over her shoulder back toward her brother once making her way toward the front door. Hand on the knob. "It's been far too long since I've gotten my hands dirty, can't have you start thinking I'm soft like the lion now can I? Keep in touch brother."
"At least they didn't mistake my gender. I mean... the claimed beard of the man.." He tilted his head, sneering at her. "Though... it looks like your stubble's coming back," making a show of rubbing his own chin as he crinkled his nose. That sly smile broke free from the otherwise sneering expression, raising a brow at her. "I thought fleas would be something you'd be accustomed to... running around with that mutt for so long, sister." A snap of his teeth before he followed suit with a long swig of the bottle. He seemed to consider it before turning his neck from side to side, a loud pop of the vertebrae with each turn of his neck. "It's about time..." to them having another competition. It had been far too long, his prize-winning --in terms of horrific-- smile was turned to her, twiddling his fingers at her. "Get out of here before your broad tears down my front door searching for you. There's no doubt in my mind that she knows you're here. That's if she's not out of sniffing distance scoping out the place with binoculars." He snickered, turning his attention forward with the bottle lifting up once more to his mouth. "You, too. And Mira..." there was a slight shift in his tone, that protectiveness that had never left him over the years. "Don't be reckless. If things become troublesome, you come get me." It wasn't a request coming from the Blood King's mouth.
"...Noted. See you soon." spoken in a near whisper. And in an instant, that front door was closing shut. Mira slipping out as quickly as she suddenly arrived. Strutting her way down the very same route she made toward Daemien's little abode. Tilting the bottle in her palm back to resuming consumption of the beverage while she waltzed on. Though reluctant to admit to it, her skin were practically crawling. Never one to fear anything before. To her something about this new obstacle in her path sent up red flags every moment she pondered on it. Anxiety spikes she typically had only felt before when something terrible were coming her way. Yet, taking her mind off of the recent body count was practically impossible. The woman couldn't stop obsessing. Product of a life of paranoia without a doubt.
Left with his own thoughts, Eva was taking care of the feral in the basement. He leaned himself back against the couch cushions, brows sinking deeper and deeper downward. Being alone now, he let the uneasiness crash over him that he'd kept hidden around Eva and Mira. If Mira's worried.... He sighed, not liking the sound of it. A shake of his head as he lifted his own liquor bottle to his lips. "Son of a bitch.." he muttered under his breath, letting his head fall back as his hazels drifted to the ceiling. He didn't like the feeling that was settling deep in his gut... or maybe it was just indigestion.
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Adapted with permission from live play with Nyxae Calypso~