Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-03-16 21:26:00 |
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Current location: | Old Theater in Vegas |
Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | wesley wyndam pryce, ~vincent moreau |
Getting Some Help
Who: Wesley and Vincent
Where: Old Theater in Vegas
When: March 2nd, Evening
The outside of the old theater looked rundown. Posters peeled on the outer walls, windows were boarded up and yet other than the natural wear and tear on the building, not another blemish of some form of urbanization marred the facade. Anyone on the Council could attribute this to the warding on the building that kept it's occupant within from leaving until it was lifted and kept anyone with malicious intent away. If Vincent Moreau hadn't gotten carried away on his last mission for the Watcher's Council three years ago he wouldn't be, as he liked to call it, under house arrest. The Council hadn't been too pleased that he'd taken human life (even if they were as evil as their vampire employer's). So, until they needed him again, they'd locked Vincent away in this theater, somewhat to his heart's content. It was only when he was bored to tears that he railed against his captivity, which fortunately that evening, wasn't the case.
Vincent had a beautiful pale redhead in his arms that evening, an acquaintance from a previous assignment that he'd phoned and invited over. The wine she'd brought was excellent, the food, delicious and her blood? Exquisite. The vampire had dressed down to the white sleeveless undershirt, suspenders, and dress pants while she remained in the simple black dress, although she discarded the long sleeved, cropped coat that matched the dress as they wandered across the stage dancing slowly to Dean Martin's version of "Sway."
Wesley had groaned when Giles called him to get Vincent out of his house arrest. While Wesley understood that any sort of demon could be good if they wanted to be, they had been given little reason to trust Vincent in the past. He was still a soulless vampire, after all. The fact that he wanted to live was the only thing keeping him from attacking his 'captors,' after all. But, they were incredibly short staffed for Watchers, especially after the attack on England, and right now they couldn't be choosy about who they used as long as they knew what they were doing. Sadly, this meant that they had to include Vincent in on this.
While Vincent wasn't able to go in and out as he pleased, anyone else could. This was why Vincent was able to have the occasional visitor, and while Wesley was able to stop by tonight. When he walked in and saw that Vincent had a guest, he knocked on the wall by the entrance that he came into, knowing that the vampire would easily be able to hear him.
The music came from an older model record player and even above the music he could hear the rapping of knuckles against the wall. Vincent twirled the redhead in his arms, maneuvering them so he could see who had entered the theater and didn't recognize the man. Dipping the girl in his arms, he queried her in French if she knew the man and she shook her head. Vincent pulled her up and looked thoughtfully in Wesley's direction before it dawned on him that he was from the Council. Turning to the woman, he murmured in her ear and once she'd gathered up her jacket, Vincent helped her into it. A few more words were murmured and the redhead kissed Vincent's cheek, giving Wesley a polite nod as she passed him.
As the redhead left, Vincent rooted out his cigarette case from his suit coat that had been neatly draped across a theater seat. Pulling one free, the vampire tapped it against the silver case before sticking it between his lips and said, "I gather you're from the Council?" While Vincent had been born and raised in France, he had all but lost his native accent due to traveling the world over both for himself and the Council. As he waited for an answer, the vampire produced a set of matches as well. Cupping his hand out of forced habit from the front lines around the end of the cigarette, he lit the end and waved the flame out.
"Yes," Wesley said to him. "Sorry to interrupt, but I was sent here on business." To say that he was feeling a little nervous right here right now was a bit of an understatement. At least he knew that, if need be, he could simply try and leave the building. It was at least something that helped him stay here right now. Plus, he was doing work, and he didn't like to fail at any sort of work.
"The Council was wondering if you were ready to be out and about again. If we can trust you to do so." He inwardly rolled his eyes at the idea of talking about the Council like it was still a big group. They only had a dozen or so full Watchers that had been trained before the fall of England, plus the ones they were training now.
The vampire merely shrugged at Wesley's reason for his sudden arrival and took a seat. The hand holding the cigarette swept to indicate that the Watcher had his vast choice of where to sit as they were in a theater after all. Vincent snorted at the mention of trust and he laughed, making his young appearance seem even younger. It had to be strange to see a youth that looked no more than 20 years old stare back at you with eyes that had seen a few lifetimes.
Vincent spread his arms, "I'm a vampire, when can I ever be trusted? Or so say you, Monsieur...?"
Wesley eventually took a seat near the vampire, still keeping some distance between them. "I'm not sure if you can be trusted, but frankly our need of you overrides our worries of that right now," Wesley pointed out to him. "And it's Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. You can call me Wesley or Mr. Pryce. Whichever you'd prefer." Even though Vincent had little accent, Wesley could still hear it when he spoke French words.
Vincent was rather impressed by Wesley's caution, although one wouldn't readily tell by the vampire's lack of expression as he sucked more smoke into lungs that hadn't worked in decades. While Vincent might rail against the occasional containment, the respect for authority that the military drilled into him would always be in place so the vampire could at least hear the man out. As he exhaled smoke, a slow smile curved his lips, "Your predecessors made very sure that I could be trusted." Vincent tapped the spot where his heart was, "I can only take the life of those who do evil things. That is why those men three years ago died at my hand." Taking another pull on the cigarette, he then gestured as he asked, "What is my next assignment, Monsieur Pryce?"
Wesley was cautious by nature, actually. He arched an eyebrow when Vincent mentioned that he could only kill evil people. "Who may or may not be evil can be left up to interpretation," he pointed out simply, but he did relax slightly just the same. "Your next assignment is actually going to be a Watcher. I don't know if you've kept up with what's going on outside, but we've had to activate all the potential slayers because of the upgraded threat from the supernatural as of late. We're short on Watchers, and the head of the Watchers thinks that, with your expertise, you could make a good Watcher."
He didn't bother to argue the point that the spell placed on him was very specific; It was hardly important at the moment. The vampire arched a brow at the revelation of his newest assignment. In all honesty, Vincent found the endeavor to be quite intriguing! He chuckled and replied, "A Watcher you say? That's certainly a change of pace from my previous assignments." Vincent discovered, as he thought further on it, that he was looking forward to this change; It gave him an opportunity to flex other muscles, as it were.
Wesley's own life was a life of grays rather than blacks and whites. Rarely was anything specific. He nodded when Vincent mentioned that it would be a change of pace for him. "So I understand. Hopefully this assignment will be something that you'll find interesting." He could actually tell that Vincent was kind of looking forward to something different.
"Monsieur Pryce, I'm quite sure that any assignment that got me out of this theater I would find very interesting!" Vincent grinned, thumb and index finger lifting to his lips to stick the cigarette briefly between them to run a hand through his hair. The cigarette bobbed up and down briefly as he asked, "Will I be traveling or is this a local matter?" The vampire hoped travel would be involved as he took a final pull on the cigarette before getting up to bound up the stairs to the stage. A small table where the record player had fallen silent held both the device and an ashtray where he stubbed out the used up cigarette.
"It's in LA, actually," Wesley said to him. It was quite obvious that the other man was very interested in getting out of this place. If Wesley had been banished to a theater without the ability to get out, he'd be very excited about getting to go anywhere else as well. "So...I hope you happen to like modern rock music. It's all over the place there." Something he had been less than thrilled about while there. Not that Vegas was much better.
Another grin lit Vincent's lips as he descended the stairs off the stage, pulling the suspenders so that they flopped against the side of his thighs, "One of the benefits of a prolonged life is the advantage of creating vast collections of things." The vampire shrugged into his dress shirt and began buttoning it up, "I'm quite certain I can survive on the music I have stored away." Vincent paused, thinking on this a moment before asking, "And when do I leave for Los Angeles?"
"Well, aren't you lucky then?" Wesley asked simply. Of course, everyone knew Wesley's less than favorable opinion of the metal music that had completely taken over LA. None of it was his style, even if it was for his fiance, Narcissa. Hell, she was the only reason why he went out to those places at all. "And we can leave as soon as you're ready." He just hoped that the vampire wouldn't run as soon as he got him outside, or to LA.
Vincent thought as he tucked the shirt in, pulled up his suspenders again, and then shrugged into the waistcoat (vest). Once that was buttoned and smoothed into place, he asked, "I would need a week, at the most, to get my affairs in order. Where will I be staying?" The vampire's attire almost hearkened to an earlier era; All Vincent needed to do was add some pomade to his hair, part it on the side and comb it into place and he could be any attractive young man from the Victorian era or the 1950s.
Wesley nodded. "I can understand wanting to get your affairs in order." He actually had to think for a second on the next part. "I believe that you will be staying at the Hyperion. It's a hotel that the Council bought and renovated to house Watchers and Slayers who don't have anywhere else to stay." He gave Vincent a smile. "Maybe eventually you can get your own place if you'd like." IF he proved trustworthy.