Who: Edward and Marty What: Confrontation and Conflict When: Night, - 4th September, 1950 Where: Outside the communal tent Rating: Medium - language and violence Status: Complete
Things had been going well for Marty. He’d managed to orchestrate the burning down of the church tent, found an incredible lay in Caspian and dumped the dead weight of Kerr which had just destroyed her poor little soul. For a demon, he’d done a lot of damage and he was insanely happy about it. So, in celebration, he was having a drink in the communal tent with some of his fellow roustabouts.
“And I said, ‘don’t take the piss it were only a monkey.” Others laughed roaringly at his joke and he felt himself very amusing to this lot. Truth was, most anything would make them laugh and word had gotten around about what might happened if one crossed Marty.
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It was after dark and Edward was wandering around Zion as he usually did after finding a feed out in the city, well when he didn't have prior engagements with anyone at least. He was dressed sharply in something called a 'zoot suit' which was a lot more modern than his usual attire but it did help him blend in.
He happened to be at the communal tent because he was dropping off the keys to the car that he had borrowed to the head of the motor pool who was amongst those enjoying a drink. How could he not hear that irritating voice of Marty's over everyone else?
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When the vampire walked in he could sense him right away and he did not disappoint. He looked like he’d borrowed the suit from Lou Vegas music videos. Laughter erupted from him as he saw the vampire desperately trying to seem more modern. “Looks like you’ve finally turned into a modern man.” He shouted at the vampire, chuckling as he left his ‘friends’ behind at their table.
He smirked as he eyed the vampire up and down. “Did you rob a fancy dress shop to find this gem?” He asked the other man, of course assuming he’d found it in a costume shop in 2020.
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Edward rolled his eyes as Marty called out to him, as much as he didn't want to, he knew he had to converse with Marty even though he really wanted to kill the other man and drain him of every drop of blood but he had made a promise to Kristoph.
"I'm not about to take fashion advice from someone who dresses in clothing that a hobo wouldn't be seen dead in." He sneered, looking at the poor excuse for clothing that Marty was wearing.
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He mocked shock and hurt, placing a hand over his heart and frowning theatrically. “That hurts my feelings mate. I’m only a sensitive young man.” He pretended to wipe away a tear before chuckling to himself. This was one that was especially fun to play with.
“Speaking if sensitive, that Kerr sure does have a lot of emotions innit? Poor thing doesn’t have an ounce of self respect I’ll tell you that, Eddie.” He knew Kerr was a sensitive subject to Edward and he reveled in the opportunity to rub it in his face.
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Swallowing broken glass would be more entertaining than having to talk to this vile creature, someone really should punch him in the face, but Edward thought that Marty would probably enjoy that.
"She didn't think highly of you either, one would think that someone with an ego as big as yours would be able to satisfy a woman, but…" he made a gesture with his little finger.
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Marty didn’t often get offended but this was a sore subject for him. He leaned forward as hard as he could pin the vampire to the wall. Alas his hands didn’t move and his veins bulged as he tried anyway. He prided himself on being good lover, he’d certainly had enough practice over the last hundred and seventy years and Kerr had liked it good enough before he’d finished.
He sneered at Edward, spit flying out of his mouth. “I know you’ve done something to her, you FILTHY FUCKING VERMIN.” He finally yelled when he no longer could try to hurt him.
He spat on the ground and returned his look to Edward. “I’m not the sort of man you want to be fucking around with mate. You don’t get to live as long as I do without taking out the trash so to speak.”
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It was funny to see Marty trying to push him around, he had more strength and speed although he rarely used it anymore, part of him wanted to laugh.
"I would never hurt her." Edward said, wiping the other man's spit off his face but not showing any emotions, not that he had any. "She's gone through enough without vultures like you waiting around to pick her off like she's some kind of wounded animal."
A hand sprung out quicker than could be perceived that curled around Marty's throat tightly and lifted the man off the ground. "And you think I'm not? If I hadn't made that promise to Kristoph I would've slit your throat, drained you and left you in a swamp in Louisiana for the gators to eat." As much as he just wanted to squeeze, Edward let his grip go and the other man fell back to the ground. "Don't fuck with me, or those under my care."
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Rubbing his neck where the vampire had strangled him and spat at him as soon as he had salvia in his mouth. There was a reason someone like Edward could choke him because when Marty even went to do something just like that he couldn’t help himself, he had to squeeze the life out of them until they were truly dead. “You’re no different from me. Impossibly old and evil from the very core.” He retorted. The ‘drinking buddies’ and the rest of the people in the tent had vanished, probably because they didn’t want to come between a vampire and a demon. Smart.
“You string her along more than I ever did. At least I had the decency to let her go instead of letting her believe she had a chance with me.” Nobody did really because Marty was like a bumble bee, flying from flower to flower and pollinating then with no regards to their future.
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Edward didn't care about anyone else in the tent, or that they had all left, his focus was on Marty and that's where it was staying. He actually laughed. "Old and evil to the core? You really don't know much about vampires, do you? But unlike you, we still have class and dignity." A little tug on the cuffs off his coat.
He shook his head, chuckling again. "I've never strung her along, she knows the limitations of our relationship and is happy with it. Not that it's any of your business." It was getting boring listening to Marty talk and whine like a child. "Is there anything else you want to blame me for? Because if not I have things to do and there's only so many hours in the night."
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He chuckled. Marty might not have had the ability to hurt him here like Edward had hurt him but he had the power of manipulation. All he had to do to get that bird to burn down that tent was tell her friend what Willis really was. It caused her to right over the edge. He’d really wanted to see her kill him in a lovers quarrel but the fire had been an entertaining twist.
“Have a lovely evening cool cat daddy-o.” It was another insult about his ridiculous clothing. “Tell the Italian mobsters I know a couple of people who can swim with the fishes.” With any luck, the vampire would get the reference but he wasn’t exactly in his own time.
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What Marty didn’t know was that Nightwalkers were equally as cunning, especially once they had fed off someone and had conditioned them. Kerr was still a work in progress but he was liking how his little pet was going, she was smart and had street smarts that others lacked which might come in handy in the future.
He did get the reference, he wasn’t ignorant when it came to the darker side of this country he now called home. “Not if the Irish get to them first.” Edward said as he turned and walked away from Marty.