Klaus is the devil in disguise (immortalhybrid) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-01-02 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dan smith, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Niklaus Mikaelson and Dan Smith
What: Klaus breaks up a bar fight, Dan is suspicious
When: Early December
Where: The Double Tap
Rating/Warnings: Mentions of murder
Status: Complete
It had been a good day for Niklaus Mikaelson. Granted all his days were good now that he was an all powerful hybrid. Anything he desired he could just compel. Not to mention the super speed, strength and senses. And of course the immortality. Unlike his siblings, ever since he dreamed about being a vampire he had wanted to change. He’d be jealous when he learned that some of them had already turned and he was stuck being a human. But now he was the most powerful of them all. Certainly worth the wait if you asked him.
He had made progress on his gallery. It would be ready to open in the new year. Once his gallery business was taken care of for the day it was time to enjoy his evening. He started off with feeding on a gorgeous woman, they always tasted better. She was too beautiful to kill, he had to control his hunger and compel her to forget. The next person he chose to feed on wasn’t so lucky. Klaus didn’t care about killing the man. Didn’t care about the trail of bodies he was leaving behind. He wasn’t worried about the possible consequences. Nothing could stop him. Once his hunger was taken care of it was time for a drink.
Klaus stopped into the first bar he saw. The Double Tap. Not a place he had been to before but it would do. He made his way to the bar taking a seat on an empty stool. “I’ll take a scotch, neat.” He told the bartender licking leftover blood off of his lips.
Dan Smith was fully aware that supernatural creatures lived in Orange County. Hell, he’d even developed feelings for a zombie, but he was under the impression that even though it was common knowledge among those who Dreamed that vampires and zombies existed, it was something those individuals wanted to keep to themselves. Dan had seen only one ever lose herself once, and that hadn’t exactly been her fault. He’d never seen any of the supernatural folk be open about what they were.
At least, that’s what Dan was hoping the guy at his bar was being. People didn’t usually lick blood off their lips in public and it was better to think this guy was a vampire rather than a serial killer who enjoyed eating the bodies of the people they killed. Regardless if he was vampire or homicidal maniac, Dan approached as he usually would, but with an added (and hidden) bit of caution.
“Donnea have top shelf,” he warned as he usually did to new patrons.
Well that was disappointing, But really Klaus should have known that already by the looks of this place. Really, what did he expect? “I’ll take the best you got.” It would just have to do for now. He could always go home and have one of his mir expensive bottles. But right now, he was in the mood to be in a bar. A shitty dive bar at that.
Dan nodded and prepared the guy his requested drink. He glanced up once or twice, subtly looking the other man over carefully and trying to determine for himself if his new customer was a vampire (or other supernatural creature) or a threat to himself or the other patrons. Unfortunately there was really no way to tell.
“There ye are, mate,” Dan said as he placed the glass down in front of him on one of the coasters. “Ye wanna open a tab?”
Klaus could certainly be a threat if he wanted to be. But lucky for the bartender and all the other patrons, he already fed for the evening. He was nice and full. There was no reason to drain anyone dry.. Unless of course they pissed him off enough.
Klaus picked up his drink almost immediately after it was set down, but paused at the man’s question. A tab. It had been a few weeks since he had one of those. Often opting to compel himself drink after drink, for free. However, he had a good day. He was feeling generous. Why not? “Yeah,” Klaus replied with a nod, followed by him downing his drink in one long swallow. “Looks like I already need another.” Setting the glass back down he pulled his card out of his wallet handing it over so the bartender could set up a tab.
“Aye…” Dan took the card handed to him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about this guy that put him on edge. Even when he’d been a police officer, Dan had trusted his gut. It would be worth it to keep an eye on this guy. For now. “I’ll get ye another.”
A moment later Klaus had a new drink in front of him. Unfortunately for Dan, though, his attention was being demanded at the other end of the bar. For the most part the Double Tap was a watering hole for regulars. It was the kind of place where the jingle “everyone knows your name,” tended to ring true. Just Ted Danson and the canned laugh track. Most of the regulars were blue collar workers and military men and women just looking for cheap drinks and a chance to blow off steam. Sometimes, though, a little too much steam got blown off. Sometimes people were just looking for a fight.
Which was what was happening now. Voices had raised to a threatening level while the rest of the bar had hushed in anticipation. As he made his way down the bar, Dan’s hand disappeared under the bartop to grab hold of the club he kept under there.
Klaus already had his fill of violence for the evening, all caused by himself. So when he heard the bar fight breaking out he couldn’t help but be annoyed. Couldn’t a hybrid just enjoy his crappy scotch in peace?
Klaus remained in his seat eyes forward, but ears on the commotion. He heard the first punch, a miss. And then the other guy took a swing, nailing the first man square in the jaw. Klaus could tell it was just going to escalate. He was not in the mood. Downing his drink he stood up walking over to the two men. His face calm he grabbed the collar the man who missed his punch, eyes locking onto his. “Tonight is not the night for a fight,” Klaus told the man using his compulsion. “Go home and cry to your wife about how pathetic you are.”
He released the man letting him wander off. Klaus locked eyes with the other man. “And you,” he said using his compulsion once again. “Won. You’re buying everyone a round to celebrate.”
With that Klaus headed back to his stool hearing the second man exclaim ”Drinks on me!” to the patrons in the bar.
The billy club under the bar was normally used only as a deterrent. It was very rare that Dan ever had to beat someone over the head with it. He’d established a long time ago that this was his bar and folks had to play by his rules. Usually all he had to do was tap the club against his leg or on the arm of one of the potential combatants to get their attention and things deescalated quickly. The would be brawlers each retreated to opposite sides of the bar to sulk into their beers and eventually get over themselves. Occasionally that didn’t work and Dan would have to throw a few people out, but that was unusual. Even more unusual was any situations that called for him to have to use the gun that was also tucked away under the bar.
Before he had a chance to do anything however, the fight was over. It hadn’t ever began, really. At first Dan was aware of the guy he was assuming (and hoping) to be a vampire inserting himself into the situation and he was just about to break all three apart with the baton when the vampire hissed in the first fighter’s face. Dan wasn’t entirely sure what he’d said, but the result was the guy wandering off looking justly chastized and the other brawler was announcing that he was buying drinks for everyone.
What...just happened?
Dan was left standing at the end of his bar, club in hand feeling lost. He had little time to process anything before a line had started to bunch up at the bar for people wanting their free drinks now.
“Hey, Danny,” Aggie one of his oldest (literally, the woman was old enough to be a grandmother to half of the people in there) and most reliable patrons was calling out. “Give us our beer!”
“Aye, aye…”
Dan went to work filling orders. Occasionally he glanced at the vampire, who was seated calm as could be on his stool with his drink as though nothing had happened. Once the rush had died away and everyone was back to enjoying their evenings, Dan returned to the man at the bar making as though he was going to refresh his drink. “What, exactly, did ye jus’ do?” He asked lowly.
Klaus was pretty sure no one really noticed his interference. And if they had they had been too distracted by the free round to pay much attention. Not that he really cared either way. He was still going to enjoy the remainder of his evening. So when the bartender came up to him asking what he did, he was somewhat surprised. Klaus looked up at him feigning innocence. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” he replied although the smirk on his face clearly said otherwise.
For some reason that smirk just pissed Dan off. He didn’t appreciate being lied to and he especially didn’t like feeling as though he lacked control, especially in his own bar. “Ye bloody well know exactly what I be talking about,” he growled in return. “A free fer all was just ‘bout break out an’ then suddenly there wasn’t and that tightwad over there,” he nodded his head to the individual who had graciously told the bar the next round of drinks were on him, “is buyin’ everyone a round. All ‘cause a word from you. It isn’t as though I don’t appreciate someone keepin’ the peace, but I also don’t like bein’ lied to.”
Niklaus was not a fan of this man’s attitude. He had just done this guy a favor after all. The bartender was dampening his good mood. “I believe the words you’re looking for are thank you,” Klaus replied not having any of his attitude about being lied to. “Unless of course, you’re looking to have a fight in your bar.” That could easily be arranged as well. Despite the fact that Klaus just wanted to enjoy his evening in peace, without being around a fight, he had no problem compelling patrons to fight. If only to get back at the bartender.
The man’s words almost sounded like a threat. Dan’s eyes narrowed slightly. He cast another quick glance in the direction who had ordered the entire bar a round of drinks. Dan had never seen him pay for anyone’s drink before, not even the buddies he usually came in with. He seemed happy enough now, but Dan was willing to bet once he got his credit card statement in a couple of weeks, he was going to be furious. Dan fully expected the tab to get charged back in a couple of days.
Eyes slid back to the man in front of him. He still didn’t know what had happened and he still didn’t like that smirk. But Dan was no fool. He knew better than to push his luck with powers he didn’t fully understand. But he was not going to say “thank you” to this man. His pride refused to allow him. “No,” he said lowly, eyes still slightly narrowed. “No more fights t’night, lad. Jus’ enjoy yer drink, aye?”
Of course Klaus noticed that the bartender hadn’t thanked him as Klaus had suggested. Perhaps he should compel him to. But he refrained.. For now. At least the man was smart enough to realize not to push Klaus. To back off. Clearly he knew Klaus had more power. However, he wasn’t entirely fond of being called ‘lad’ either.
“You know,” Klaus said finishing off his drink and pushing the glass towards the bartender. “I’m done here. Put my drink on his tab,” he nodded towards the man he had compelled earlier.
Dan quirked a brow and for a moment debated whether or not he’d oblige the man’s request, but then refrained. He’d had enough trouble in his bar for the evening. It was doubtful the customer who had so “graciously” offered to buy the bar a round would notice once more drink added to his tab, but somehow that just didn’t seem right.
“Nah,” Dan shook his head. He took back the empty glass. “Yers is on the house. Fer breakin’ up the fight.” If the man was looking for a thank you, that was as close as he was going to get. “Ye have yerself a good rest o’ yer night.”