Who: Lindsey and OTA What: Problem solving Where: An alley in one of the less than pretty parts of town When: Late evening Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
The vampire lay on the ground, muscles twitching and swearing. The pain he was in wouldn't kill him but he was going to be uncomfortable for a while, until his system overcame the poison in it. Standing a foot away, Lindsey calmly slid the cap back on the empty syringe before returning it to an inner pocket in his coat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the slow creep of a hand towards his ankle. His boot heel came down on the fingers and he crouched down, throwing a little more weight onto the leg.
"That's a diluted holy water solution. Not enough to turn you to ash but enough to make an impression," he explained. It was something he'd learned at Wolfram and Hart, a good deterrent for the occassional blackmailing vamp. Dusting was probably just as easy but it was what came out of it. It was a matter of getting around what he could and would do, earning a little more respect.
"I know that your employer has hired you to harrass my clients into dropping their suit. A suit which they have very good cause to win. He seems to think that if they think this is the root of their problems, they'll do what they need to to end it." He poked the vampire hard in the chest. "Which brings me to the point of our little discussion. My name is Lindsey McDonald and I work for Murdock and Byrd. Representing the people you've been harrassing lately, to be exact. You, and your employer, are going to back off of my client. I may not be able to bring you into the light of day and slap you with charges, or a restraining order, but I can make the last days of your existence very painful."
He loathed when his cases were messed with and done so by someone, or something, that he couldn't turn it on. He could have gone straight to the source but threatening the hired help was the safer option. The vampire didn't technically exist. Calling him as a witness wouldn't work and he couldn't press charges. Lindsey had made sure to stay well out of the way of other eyes and ears on this little trip.
The vampire mumbled something and Lindsey put a little more pressure on his fingers. "I can't hear you."
"FINE! You asshole, I'll stay away from your damn client," the vampire snapped at him, the pain he was in given away in his tone. Lindsey smirked, standing up again and easing the pressure. The vampire remained curled up, swearing under his breath once more at Lindsey, the holy water running through his veins, anything that seemed like an appropriate target. The lawyer rolled his eyes and turned to walk away, just as the faint scuff of a sole against the pavement caught his attention. He went still, trying to guage where the sound had come from.
Which was when the vampire took the opportunity to lunge at him. Lindsey tried to move out of the way but one hand managed to snare the edge of his shirt and he stumbled into a couple of nearby garbage cans, wincing as they fell over and clattered. The vampire remained laying in the garbage pile that had grown up around the neglected cans, panting.
"You better hope no one heard that," Lindsey muttered, reaching for the stake in his back pocket. If someone had, he was going to have to dust the messenger.