Vlad Drăgoi {Dracula} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nobleblood) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-02-11 12:38:00 |
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What: The aftermath of Vaughn Margot's attack on Rosalie.
Where: 701
When: After this.
Warnings: Er. None yet.
The majority of Vlad's calls came through his cell phone, since he preferred to speak to most of his callers on a line that he controlled himself. It wasn't paranoia as much as it was caution. Certain things couldn't be discussed over potentially unsafe lines. That didn't mean that he never used the apartment phone, however; but the only ones he knew who would use it to contact him were likely people within the building itself.
He listened to Ella's voicemail about twenty minutes after she'd left it. He didn't know why she wanted to meet him at 701, but he was fairly certain that was Rosalie's apartment, so his initial thought was that something must have happened.
In the back of his mind, always wary, was the faint thought that it might be a trap. Now was no time to take chances - so he brought a gun.
The seventh floor hallway was silent, and his first clue that something had indeed happened was the fact that the door to 701 was unlocked. Flicking the safety off, he nudged the door open with his foot while keeping the gun raised. His gaze swept over the apartment as he slowly made his way inside, stopping once it reached the kitchen. It was faint, but he could still smell it - blood. Whose, he wasn't sure, but it definitely came from more than one person. Rosalie, obviously, and-- who else? Had it been Vaughn? Where was Ella, if she'd called him?
There was coffee all over the kitchen floor and the remains of a shattered mug against the wall. It was clear that there had been some sort of struggle here, a struggle he doubted Rosalie had won - but at least she'd put up a fight. Once he was satisfied that there was nothing more to be seen in the kitchen, he turned towards the bedrooms. There was no one here, not anymore - but there had been. Someone had pulled out a number of drawers and left things scattered, but Vlad had no idea what - if anything - had been taken.
He couldn't think of anyone else who would have attacked Rosalie other than Vaughn. Daniel probably didn't know yet, and it would be better if he never found out - he had enough to worry about. Why had she let the woman into her apartment in the first place? Why weren't these damned people more careful?
The safety on the gun went back on and was tucked into the back of his pants, concealed by his shirt. He went into the hallway and left the apartment door slightly open, leaning against the wall beside it and waiting for Ella and whoever else planned on showing up.
He listened to Ella's voicemail about twenty minutes after she'd left it. He didn't know why she wanted to meet him at 701, but he was fairly certain that was Rosalie's apartment, so his initial thought was that something must have happened.
In the back of his mind, always wary, was the faint thought that it might be a trap. Now was no time to take chances - so he brought a gun.
The seventh floor hallway was silent, and his first clue that something had indeed happened was the fact that the door to 701 was unlocked. Flicking the safety off, he nudged the door open with his foot while keeping the gun raised. His gaze swept over the apartment as he slowly made his way inside, stopping once it reached the kitchen. It was faint, but he could still smell it - blood. Whose, he wasn't sure, but it definitely came from more than one person. Rosalie, obviously, and-- who else? Had it been Vaughn? Where was Ella, if she'd called him?
There was coffee all over the kitchen floor and the remains of a shattered mug against the wall. It was clear that there had been some sort of struggle here, a struggle he doubted Rosalie had won - but at least she'd put up a fight. Once he was satisfied that there was nothing more to be seen in the kitchen, he turned towards the bedrooms. There was no one here, not anymore - but there had been. Someone had pulled out a number of drawers and left things scattered, but Vlad had no idea what - if anything - had been taken.
He couldn't think of anyone else who would have attacked Rosalie other than Vaughn. Daniel probably didn't know yet, and it would be better if he never found out - he had enough to worry about. Why had she let the woman into her apartment in the first place? Why weren't these damned people more careful?
The safety on the gun went back on and was tucked into the back of his pants, concealed by his shirt. He went into the hallway and left the apartment door slightly open, leaning against the wall beside it and waiting for Ella and whoever else planned on showing up.