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Let me tell you about the night... (from_the_depths) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-05-15 21:24:00

Entry tags:

chloe, nikolaos

Week Eight: Monday
When: Late Night
Where: Hotel
Who: Nikolaos and Chloe

"He's trying to play us for fools..." The growled voice grated, making Nik's teeth clench and eyes blaze. Fingers curled until blood seeped from the flesh as claws dug in, feet wore a path into the carpet where he paced back and forth. "I understand..." he hissed sharply in return, dark eyes cast towards the sound of the voice but there was no demon there to see. His grandfather was in hell, his words spoken by the mouth of another that was scarcely even aware of where they now were. This conversation had played on for hours now. Over and over the warnings told. Over and over the demands made. It was Nik that was made to feel the failure. He had not stopped this from occurring. The work done with the other demon, Dorian, mattered nothing today.

No work would ever mean anything if Nik failed the family in keeping his father away from those fucking corpses. Already he was failing, failing and seen weak by it. Failing and seen as less than a man for it. "How do you expect to rule the family if you can not rule one!" the question slammed through the room and Nikolaos's lips twisted into a sneer. "You expect me to rule he who is ruler of the family now?" Nikolaos was brought to his knees painfully as the demon servant in the room wormed pain through his veins. He was not to question. He was not supposed to doubt. He was to do as he was told. He was to not fail. To fail was to not only make his own self weak but to make them all.

"I expect you to be stronger than this." Blood flowed past Nik's lips, never once did Nik make a sound of pain. His body was tense, his fingers pressed to the ground and eyes closed as the wash of pain struck worse then a whip upon bare flesh. This was not the first punishment he had received from the demon who excelled beyond all others in their service, in magic. It would not be the last time Nik would. Within the energy constricted against the veins, it twisted against the lungs stealing away breath. "I expect you to do. as. you. are. told...." with each word the pain intensified till Nik saw nothing by white hot darkness before his eyes.

There was no means to gasp for words; there was no air to speak them. But that was no excuse, there was never an excuse. "I...." the word came out choked as slowly Nikolaos Aristedes began to push himself to his feet. If he stayed down he was failing them all. He used the pain to fuel him; he took it in and numbed himself to it. It mattered not how the blood flowed or how movements seemed to shred his body within. Legs moved, he stood, and he forced his blood shot eyes to open. “…am.” The words was a growl low within the throat. A snarl of every last bit of breath and energy he had left.

The pain disappeared so suddenly that Nikolaos nearly swayed but he refused to lose his footing. Not now. “Then prove it.” He could not question how. He could not ask what it was that his grandfather wanted done. There was no need even for confirmation. All within the family knew that if you were challenged, you either accepted or you were weak. You were a disgrace. Nikolaos would do whatever it was he had to do in order to prove it. To make it known without shadow of a doubt where his loyalties lay. He would prove that none among them could doubt his strength.

The two others in the room turned without a glance back, leaving Nikolaos alone to the hotel room. Heavy silence hung over head, a weight that threatened to crush him. Nikolaos had sought to deny coming to the surface for this reason. He feared what would come to pass, that his father would fail all the tests placed before him. He knew that if he did it would be on him to correct it. Nikolaos knew he could rule, he could hold the family name up high. But never once had he truly believed that he would have to throw his own father down from that place in order to take it.

The silence exploded as Nikolaos lashed out. Glass shattered to the floor, his fist slammed through the walls; objects were thrown across the room to splinter into hundreds of pieces. There were no words to describe his rage. No…..not just rage. That was too simple. To….hollow. Nikolaos had respected his father. He had believed the man knew the importance of honor, of family and name. And yet here, upon the surface, in this city, he had dragged them all through the mud. He chose that dead bitch over them. He chose her over him. He had to hear it everyday now. Snarled by family, reminded constantly.

Roughly blood was wiped away from his mouth as he went for the door. His jacket grabbed and the door thrown open. He wanted to know what it was about these Baptiste that made them worth lowering ones self for them. What made them worth more then the family name.

“Send word…” he growled in the face of a guard. The man froze, hesitant to listen to Nikolaos’s word. “Do it.” How does one remove a threat without knowing the details of it? If he was to eliminate the problem he had to better understand it. Get to one you get to all….Nikolaos would ruin the corpses one at a time if he had to. But more then that, beyond anything he would ever speak. He needed to know why. Seeing one would not give him an answer but in his rage now it was worth the attempt.

The guard turned, leaving to send word to the youngest Baptiste who had earlier contacted the demon. Nikolaos took only a moment to compose himself before he ventured down to the hotels bar, paying to clear the place out. Waiting for the sister of the bitch to show.

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creux_ami
2008-05-17 12:57 am UTC (link)

Chloé had not the knowledge that Nikolaos had. Not of him. Not of the fullness of the situation involving his father and her sister. And especially she had no knowledge of what he endured just moments before their meeting. But she really was at a disadvantage, having known nothing prior to learning of Mikkos only days ago. She’d looked into it of course, learned about Nikolaos, and in which hotel they were staying.

Like Nik, she was not at all happy with the situation. Though of course, for vastly different reasons.

They’d exchanged notes earlier in the night, but Chloé had not expected anything to transpire so quickly. Neither had she expected to be summoned in the way she was. It seemed very formal, and also so venturesome. Chloé, intrigued, followed far more quickly then she ever would have had the occasion not seemed fraught with… something. Danger perhaps. Intrigue certainly.

Mostly, she wondered if this boy, this child of the demon Mikkos, would share her opinion, if he’d agree with her distaste for the situation. He should. And if he didn’t, she’d find a way to convince him, to let him see things her way. It was a skill she had after all, and he was rather a lot younger than she. It shouldn’t be difficult. Men were often easily swayed when their minds were pulled elsewhere.

The first thing she noticed was blood, the heady scent of it permeated her senses. It was a rather nice smell. His own, she could tell. Next she noticed the empty bar. How nice… just for her? A moment later she was taking in more fully the sight of a man physically similar to his father, if not perhaps more attractive.

“Nikoloas, I presume.” She presented her hand, knuckles up as a lady accustomed to a certain amount of worship. “Chloé Baptiste.”

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from_the_depths
2008-05-17 01:14 am UTC (link)

Nikolaos never put himself at a disadvantage in a meeting and he would never show weakness before another. He was trained well, raised to endure much. Though not long ago he had been in agony now he appeared nearly the picture of perfection. His suit smoothed, his features calm and controlled. It mattered not that internally the body still healed. Nikolaos knew to continue on, business and the family before all else. Before pain. Before personal wants or needs. He was running out of rope here on the surface, another failure and he could very well end up hanging himself by it. That he would not allow to occur.

No matter what he had to do to ensure it did not come to pass. It was not his name he would allow to be labeled weak or an insult to the family name.

He knew however, that he was taking risk in this meeting. Not for the corpse that was so to arrive or the blood that would be angered should anything harm her precious form. But for his own kin, the eyes and ears that were eternally watching and listening. Every word would be phrased carefully, every reaction thought of before it came to pass. Unlike his father he was always aware of the situation, the repercussions.

To the bar Nikolaos sat and she would see, as well as feel, that there were no others directly near. Not within the same room at the very least. He was at the advantage in having this meeting upon his own ground. He would not further it by having guards present. Would not be quite fair now would it? Not that fair was a man that lived his life by such rules. But words would be few if she believed herself to be in danger. Though she should regardless, no matter how young demons were rarely to be underestimated.

Nikolaos was younger but his entire life he was placed against those older. Forced to be more then his years may dictate.

He rose when she arrived, none could say that Nik was unfamiliar with formalities. A subtle smirk crossed his features she offered her hand and Nikolaos did not deny her that second of desired worship. A warm touch as her hand was raised to gain a brush of lips against the knuckles. "Correct of course." he bemused, gesturing to a seat before taking his own. A wineglass already there awaiting her.

As she had requested of course.

Amazingly Nikolaos managed to keep his features free of a sneer as he looked over at her. Different then her siblings and yet he could see those similar traits. Looks close enough to one he rather see tore apart piece by piece. “We could waste time with pleasantries…” Nik began, pausing for a moment to place a much needed cigarette to his lips to burn away the taste of the vampire upon them. “Or we could get straight to the matter at hand. One we are both rather aware of I’m certain.”

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creux_ami
2008-05-17 03:43 pm UTC (link)

Alone in the room, aside from the servers. But those Chloe had long ago ceased to notice, or acknowledge. Alone, but she had not come alone, no. Her own guards waited nearby, in the adjoining room, possibly with his… doing whatever guards did when their charges could not see them.

Young yes, but Chloe would not think him harmless. Had she been so careless in her estimation of others she would long ago have been dead. Not that there had not been a few close calls. Chloe did after all, have a taste for danger. Along with it, an appreciation for pain. Hers as well as others.

A sigh within, a slight shudder, neither of which reached lips or spine, but were only oh so subtly expressed… his heat drew her in. Like a moth to a flame. Demons, like Ifrits… so deadly. So delicious. The purr was slightly less contained, as was the subtle lick of her lips when his brushed her slender knuckles.

“Enchanté.” She spoke as the moment broke and he released her hand. A slight smirk as she took the offered seat, crossing one smooth, well shaped leg over another. Chloe wore impossibly high heels and yet the demon still towered over her. Seated, their size difference was no less dramatic. She took up the wine, sniffed it, and smiled. “Impressive.” Chloe always appreciated attention to detail. Even the cut of his suit, the richness of the garment, and the way it fitted him, were not lost on the meticulous vampiress. “Merci,” she added, eternally well mannered as she was, and took a sip of the crimson liquor.

Had she known the true thoughts behind those stunning eyes, she’d have left then and there. Though not before freezing every vein, every capillary, every ounce of blood within his perfect form.

The glass was set down and Chloe lifted a long slender cigarette to her lips. “Pleasantries are only a waste in unpleasant company.” She shifted slightly in her seat and brought the wine once more to her flawless lips.

But then she did go right to the matter at hand. “You seem to know so much already, so I assume you realize we Baptiste’s have no appreciation for Mikkos’ sudden return, or his insinuation back into our sister’s arms.”

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from_the_depths
2008-05-17 07:06 pm UTC (link)

It was known that her guards would arrive as well. He did not expect to come face to face with a fool, even if such would make the use of her all that much more easy. He was not so blind that he'd believe the vampire family without strength however. But that did not mean he believed them above him. Far from it in fact. Like so many demons he saw other races as lesser and knew full well that if the family needed to be extinguished his blood could see to it. Strength there yes, but the demons had strength and numbers. And that often swayed the tides.

They were an army. The vampires were simply a family.

Hated as they were to Nikoloas he'd not deny an appeal of their forms. A contrast to the stark heat of the demons own form. But it was the scent that nearly made his lips pull back in a sneer. The scent so like the other. That Nikolaos could not appreciate. Not in the way that the vampiress likely sought from those placed before her. The scent awoke a fury that showed not even an inch in his demeanor or eyes. But it was there...buried deep inside...seeking a way out.

"Good" he mused in remark to the notice of details. But the offered words she gave him in the note were far from the only he knew about the woman before him. He knew many facts about her, about all of her family. He'd picked their lives apart, seeking out all information he could. They had become foe to the family and those that were rarely lasted long. For the rest he only gave a simplistic nod of his head. Nikolaos could charm and sweet talk with the best of them. But today his patience was tried and his nerves pushed to their limit.

He was not at the top of his game but few would ever guess it. Tonight that didn’t matter. Tonight that need to face that bloodline, to try to fucking see what it was about them, won out over the logical part of him that would wait until he'd had time to better heal. He knew what the vampire could do after all. Though Nikolaos did not fear it, not with what he had already endured. His death wouldn't be found so easily.

He could respect her age however, the power within such a small form. But never did he allow respect still him from what had to be done. Such a truth was now tested all too clearly within his life.

"And are you pleasant company then? Or are we both here for the matter at hand...a matter I do believe we see...eye to eye on." he returned, head turning just slightly to the side to expell the smoke held deep within aching lungs.

"You have no appreciation and I can say that I feel much the same." that, of course, was putting the matter fucking lightly now wasn't it? The subtle flare behind his eyes showed such and he did not seek to deny it. No, it was made clear just how much he did not appreciate it. "Mikkos will be reminded why it would be best to leave the past as just that. Will your own?" Mikkos. Not father, no that would not be uttered here. Right now he was only proving that he had no wish to be blood.

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creux_ami
2008-05-21 11:20 pm UTC (link)

He did not expect to face a fool, and he was correct in believing Chloé not to be. Some might, given her… quirks. But while Chloe did not much enjoy talk of business, she was no stranger to it. Though often her instincts, or her pride, would talk her out of deals, just as often, her quirks might turn off some, though more often, her charm won many over.

Humans were so different in dealing with then supernaturals. And of course, even among supernaturals there were differences among the races in how they liked to conduct business. Some demons were far too brash for Chloé’s taste, far too cut to the chase.

It seemed Nik was much that way. And while Chloe might not mind overly much if this had been strictly business, it was far more than that, was it not. This was about family. She didn’t exactly expect to form some trusting bond with the other, but neither would she rush forward without at least some small informal discussion. Such prattle was necessary, as it gave incite into the other… for those who knew how to look. Not that Chloe was an expert, but she was not fool enough to enter into agreements with strangers. And yes, she had been burned a time or two.

“Of course I believe I’m pleasant company,” She replied with a winning smile. “What woman doesn’t believe that?” Her own smoke was blow in the same direction of his, following almost dutifully. “I’m interested to know if you are as well.” Though she sat still, seemingly comfortable, her drink was ignored for now. “Though, if you are pressed for time, perhaps we should have this conversation another time.” It seemed unfair after all, that he should know so much about her, as he implied, and yet not afford her that same opportunity.

And while she’d hoped for some sort of arrangement that might benefit them all, she was instead, feeling a slight hint of a threat.

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from_the_depths
2008-05-21 11:48 pm UTC (link)

Nikolaos had dealt with many in his life. Those in business. Those in punishment. Those he had need to sweet talk and those that he simply had to remind of their place. he was raised to be able to handle it all, to never risk a deal because of personal emotions or irritation. Tonight, however, Nik's anger was held back by a thinning thread. How tempting it was to simply see the others blood. To pull her body apart as though the answer to what had his father so hooked to their kind would lay somewhere within her guts.

Killing this one, however, would change nothing. Not truly. Though it would anger the vampire family it would not change his fathers feelings. No. The one he really wished to kill was likely tucked away in her precious wine bar thinking she was safe enough there. It wasn't of course, not safe enough at all. If things did not quickly change course then she would soon find that out. It would be on Mikkos if it came to that. Now Nik was nearly wishing it would.

It seemed something that drastic was the only thing that would make the man see.

Nik stared across at the other, already knowing so well how she was like. Arrogant little thing that believed all should cherish and relish her company. She would do well with some lessons of a woman’s place. That her ego was far charming and far more irritating then anything else. "My guess is many, not all think so highly of themselves." Nikolaos remarked smoothly, words circled with a puff of smoke from the cigarettes exhale. A brow arched slightly, a feign of interest for her desire to know more of him. His business had to still because she hadn't done her research before hand? Perhaps she should have thought of that before sending word to him.

Nikolaos leaned back, appearing to make himself comfortable then. "What makes one pleasant company for you then Miss Baptiste?" how vile that name was upon the tongue, Nik nearly wished to spit as though that would rid him of that taste. But his features never shifted, he kept focused, eyes always on the attention seeking woman.

Threat....yes there was indeed that. Every minute held that chance that calm would falter and blood would be sought. When was there not threat with a demon? Let alone one so very...displeased.

But he would indulge her, not out of desire to entertain but more a desire to see that she saw to her own fucking kin and stilled their foolish acts as much as he would have to do the same to his. Apparently stilling one side was not near enough when it came to the two of them.

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creux_ami
2008-05-22 11:00 pm UTC (link)

“Pity.” Chloe remarked, arching her brows playfully. “But I suppose the truth is many have no business thinking themselves so. Not with any honesty anyway.” Her lips curled up in an amused smirk. Of all that he’d learned of Chloe ahead of time, did he know about such quirks? Small things that could never be learned on paper, even if presented. No, it did not matter what you learned of a person in any written report… like a person’s scent, the taste of their blood, or the way their skin felt… there was much that could not ever be learned of a person but through personal experience.

Unimportant to the demon perhaps, but not to Chloé.

Once he settled in, Chloe did as well and once more lifted the glass to her lips. She shrugged, offhandedly. “Honesty. Respect. These things make for pleasant company. Do you agree?” A light drag on the cigarette and she spoke again. “But as for what makes interesting company, now that is often something altogether different, oui? Indefinable, I think. A certain je ne sais quoi.” She fixed her eyes on him as if she might eat him alive, the pulse at his throat holding particular interest, It was very strong. “Like you.” It was not a phrase that translated well to English. Literally, “I don’t know what.” But it’s real meaning was “A certain something.”

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from_the_depths
2008-05-22 11:42 pm UTC (link)

"All too many..." Nik remarked in a tone near indifferent and yet within it was the woman before him that had no business thinking herself as great as she did. Her bloodline was few and though those few were strong, they were nothing of an army. Nothing that deemed true respect from a demon. She held no understanding of place, of worth. She was a toy that would be used up and cast aside without a second of hesitation. Little girls that thought themselves so perfect to adore had no use to a demon but as dolls to indulge in desires and hungers with. That is if they could manage to survive that long. Most couldn't.

Was he privy to her quirks? Any that she managed to display to others that had been watching her perhaps. But he didn't know the inner workings of her personality to be able to...come to an understanding on certain topics. Her blood, her scent, and her ties were more then enough. She would either agree with what needed to be done, or not. That was what it boiled down to for Nik. It would be in her, and her families, best interest to agree however.

He'd indulge her curiosity; allow her that time to pick apart his every move. He was used to it, she wasn't the first to study or inquire about him. She wouldn't be the last. But Nik was well schooled in that art of business. Keeping that appearance, never giving away all but giving away enough to keep them interested. To keep them there.

"And yet are two qualities that one could not grasp in just a brief meeting. So all then, in the beginning, are less then pleasant company by your definition now aren't they?" he inquired with an arch of the brow and a subtle curl of the lips. Honesty. Who really was honest? And how did you know if you didn't know a person at all? And respect, that was something never easily gained from a demon.

Nikolaos took a short sip of his drink, strong, laced, but it wasn't what he craved. That could only be found in hell no matter how they tried to reproduce it in human cities. "Oui." a return with perfect accent and flow. However if he was interesting, or pleasant, wasn’t his concern. It was beyond his care. What she thought of him held no bearing on his family line. Or what it was they had begun to think of him. Having that so swayed by the faults of another was…infuriating.

“A feeling that is mutual, I assure you.” And there was that boyish charm. That sweet smile that appeared so natural upon his features. So utterly convincing. Never mind the fact that he was smiling only because he would enjoy her attempting to eat him alive. To take that taste. Her dainty little bones would crush so easily beneath his hand. Would they even crack or snap? Or would they simply crumble to dust? Corpse that she was.

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creux_ami
2008-05-24 02:21 am UTC (link)

Business. Chloe detested business. She hated the whole idea of compromise, making deals, promises, contracts, and all those other nasty business related words. However, there were some aspects of it that she excelled at quite naturally. And this was it. The socializing, the face to face, the shmoozing, as some would call it. It was in fact, an essential part of business, a valuable part, and the part that Chloe held complete confidence in herself in doing.

After all, all it took was a bit of charm, some grace, and old fashioned manners. All of which the vampiress had in abundance.

One such trait of a talented socialite, was an ability to read their company, to know, even instinctually if the other were comfortable, or if they enjoyed themselves. Such an ability was necessary, the most important gauge of success in fact.

Nik, Chloe knew, despite all appearances, was not near as relaxed as he would have her believe. Something… a certain indefinable something, had her on edge. And yes, it was him. She attempted, for some moments, to steer the conversation, to perhaps win him over with her charm. So far it seemed, she was not successful. Pity, as they really would make smashing allies.

This only served to confirm her mistrust of Mikkos.

“Are you enjoying your time in Seattle?” She asked. “Far different from your home, I assume, though I wouldn’t claim to know.” Still she held ground, turning the conversation to something to perhaps ease him. Hopefully. “Forgive me if my assumption is wrong, I know nothing about it. Surely you must miss it.”

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from_the_depths
2008-05-24 02:39 am UTC (link)

In Nikolaos's opinion there was no cause to trust either demon. In fact if he believed she'd trusted Mikkos at all it would only prove that his father was less of a demon then he'd ever thought him to be. The vampires should fear him. They should respect the power and place of the family. Yet here Mikkos made them appear weak, so desperate for notice that they'd forsake all ties in order to gain it. Distasteful was putting the situation mildly. No words seemed strong enough to match all that was felt within. All that made him less then eager to be near this vampire.

Chloe seemed under the impression that people had to like each other in order to do business. If that was the case the world would have fallen apart long ago. It was common goals that brought people together, not because they loved to chit chat together. Charm had its place but when it came down to it what was wanted, needed, or desired, was what it all truly was about. If she cared so little for her own blood that she'd not make deals because he was not near...chatty enough. Then that was upon her pretty little shoulders, not his.

Nik would do what needed to be done if others would not.

Calm as he appeared, controlled as he was, Nik knew that the game was not one he played on the same level as so many others that he had. Business...the people he spoke with were not hated or liked. They were tools. To be used to bring him advantage. But this one...it was difficult to keep away the disdain. The anger towards that blood. The woman...perhaps she was amusing, entertaining even for a night. A decent toy to play with. But here and now Nik was picking her apart bit by bit. Every word, every scent, every movement. Attempting to understand what he could not. Nothing, no reason at all, could be grasped on what made these corpses worth more then kin.

Maybe it was the taste of their blood. Or maybe one just had to fuck them to understand it. No...if that was all it was then Nik would have no trouble at all understanding it. What demon didn’t enjoy a good lay?

"Different, of course. But nothing quite matches to hell. This world is but a shadow…" for now he'd continue to play. To indulge the vampire in her chatter. Seeking to give....chance for their kind to live through this. Only for the fact that he did not trust Mikkos on the surface well enough to take the extra time here to kill them.

“If that really what you are curious about? How I’m enjoying this city? I’m sure you have far more interesting questions that you could speak. If your so interested…then really show it.” Don’t waste his time with the questions that had no real merit. No worth. The city was a city. The surface now becoming just another symbol of the fall of one he’d thought stronger then this.

He had been curious in the beginning, wishing to take advantage of all the surface play that he could get. But how was one to enjoy and play when they were forced to take on the work of another? When they faced punishment and words daily for the missteps of all those around them. It did…steal away ones desire to explore now didn’t it? Bleeding out all patience that Nikolaos had. Testing him at every turn.

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creux_ami
2008-05-26 12:30 am UTC (link)

Business, to Chloe, had little to do with like or not like. But it had much to do with trust, or rather not distrsusting. There were few she could trust, true, but most at least feel in an ambiguous grey area. If one however, got the feeling of a potential partner or ally with a nife poised at their back, then of course there would be no desire to do business with them. This was the truth for everyone, surely. Not just Chloé.

She was not that big a fool.

“I understand.” Chloe replied sympathetically. “Nothing is ever quite like home.” Though each place had it’s own beauty, to those willing to see it. She sipped her wine and continued to watch him, to attempt conversation as he became more agitated. No matter that the demon did well to hold his temper in check… something clearly ate at him. In another moment it seemed he’d had enough of being calm. And Chloe, perhaps cruelly, became all the more cool in the face of it.

She smiled.

“I was not aware I would have need to prove anything, Monsieur.” A slow drag of her cigarette. “I came here under the assumption we might have the same goal in mind, but it becomes apparent our ideals are far different, at least I think, in your eyes. You see me as some enemy, I think? When we have never met before this day. Or maybe it is my sister who you believe a personal threat, and my scent, because it is like hers, is a bit more than you can stomach.”

She rose to her feet and left her cigarette to burn itself out in the tray. “Pity we could not come to an amicable agreement.” Her patience did have it’s limits and Nik had gone past it.

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from_the_depths
2008-05-26 12:48 am UTC (link)

Trust? There was no means or way for every business dealing to hold trust. No one earned such easily and yet business was done. It had to be done. Everyday, every hour, common for the demon no matter how at times it worked his patience. To wait for trust was to wait too long for most dealings. It was a dealing that took such close quarters...then perhaps trust was top to the list of things to consider. But in this there had need no real need for it. Only the understanding that both wanted the same thing.

In this the vampire was of no use apparently.

"You want interest, then show true amounts in it. Ask something of worth rather then foolish wastes of my time. If that isn't possible...then interest isn't there. Nor any real need to continue this. You either see as I see in the matter or do not." for Nik it was really that simple. The vampire apparently wanted to make it so much more. But when it boiled down to it this business, this matter of the two, was all that really mattered.

"You scent is that of a corpse. Your blood that of an enemy. Should I think you anything less? If so you've failed to show me." Nik smirked slowly, a faint twist of the lips that were anything but pleased.

"So go run home....enjoy that peaceful family life while you can." Nik stood, yet his form did not remain there long. "But if your wise pretty corpse, you'll realize it would be best to see as I see in this particular matter. If not I'm afraid to say...your family will have some more unfortunate times ahead..."

He was certain none sought to have to dig another grave. Maybe if the pretty bitch got that thought into her head she'd understand why getting to the point with the demon would have been wise.

He was not the one that needed this deal after all. She did.

Nikolaos’s form was gone, lost to the shadows and soon from the building all together. The vampire corpse had shown him nothing. No answer for the why he sought. No satisfaction to his questions. What remained was only still that anger….that anger that demanded release.

That anger that would find it tonight. Unfortunate men and women to cross his path…those fooled by that charm and those fake smiles. A mess that his guards would eventually come to make disappear come morning.

It wouldn’t be the last.

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