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Vlad Drăgoi {Dracula} (nobleblood) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-05-09 03:33:00

Entry tags:

black forest witch, dracula

Who: Vlad and Vaughn
What: Matters concerning money
Where: Le Croquembouche
When: No more than fifteen minutes after this
Warnings: None, I don't think

Vlad wasn't exactly sure why Vaughn wanted to see him all of a sudden, but he had a few ideas, particularly considering the fact that she told him to bring his checkbook. He told Helena he needed to meet someone for a business matter that had suddenly sprung up, and within minutes he was out the door and headed down to the lobby, checkbook in his right pocket.

He didn't know if she would go as herself or someone completely different, so he stayed alert and conscious of everyone around him on the way, and even more so once he arrived at the coffee shop. The line wasn't very long so he ordered himself a medium black coffee, taking a seat at one of the empty tables before letting his gaze sweep over the other customers.

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shebringscurses
2010-05-09 04:32 pm UTC (link)

Some ten minutes later, she walked in the door. Dressed down as her usual, inconspicuous self. Black on white on more black. She'd tied her hair back, and now lacked the familiar tangle of a maddening halo. In fact, she looked quite clean and.. normal in her black dress. She approached Vlad with a manila envelope under her arm, depositing that papered sleeve to the tabletop as she took a seat. So beautifully casual, as if this was really was just a coffee date between friends.

"How's Helena?" Right out of the gate with that. Vaughn smiled, feigning distraction with smoothing the hem of her skirt, eyes carefully cast away from Vlad when she asked. Like she didn't mean anything by the question at all.

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nobleblood
2010-05-09 05:28 pm UTC (link)

Vlad kept his gaze on his coffee, but he noticed Vaughn as soon as she began making her way towards his table. It was the first time they had properly met, without disguises and darkness, and he studied her for a long moment before deciding that she looked almost as he'd expected.

The manila envelope earned a raise of his eyebrows, but he didn't reach for it yet. His eyes flashed when she asked about Helena, but his smile was cool and not at all bothered by her question. "Quite well, thank you for asking." He gestured towards the envelope. "Is this why you needed to see me?"

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shebringscurses
2010-05-09 05:58 pm UTC (link)

"Good. I always liked her." Although Vaughn had only met Helena once, it had at least been a warm reception. While it was true that Helena didn't know she'd been speaking with Vaughn at the time, that wasn't of consequence.

"It is. Please be discreet," she murmured while sliding the envelope his way. Inside was all of the necessary paperwork to transfer funds from an overseas account. From Vaughn Davis, Neue Privat Bank AG, Zurich branch, Account number 094 5675 110305. 2,000,000,000.00 to be transferred to ..

She'd left all of his details blank, but obviously intended for him to be the recipient. Hence the need for his checkbook, Vaughn wasn't sure if Vlad was a man that did all his own paperwork and memorized his account numbers or not. As if unaware that this was a lot of information to drop on someone at once, Vaughn didn't preface it with any explanation.

She unclicked a pen and passed it him before smiling up at an approaching waitress. "Earl Grey tea."

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nobleblood
2010-05-09 06:33 pm UTC (link)

He paused, his jaw tightening slightly at the implication that Vaughn might have had more to go on than just forum conversations when deciding whether she liked Helena or not. There was nothing he could do about that now, though, and he exhaled quietly to keep himself from pursuing the topic. That wasn't why he was here, after all.

Vlad nodded wordlessly, keeping his body angled away from the other customers and opening the envelope with ease. His expression was unreadable as he scanned the enclosed paperwork, and not even the amount of money being transferred was enough to reveal his surprise. He knew that this must have been the Mafia's money, and if this was meant to be what he thought it was, there would no longer be a price on Boyd's head. "Well," was all he said, and even though he knew his financial information off by heart, he still withdrew his checkbook.

He waited until the waitress had taken Vaughn's order and left before taking the pen, making sure to read the paperwork over once more before filling in anything. Only an idiot would sign anything without reading it at least twice, but he was satisfied with what he saw and filled out the necessary information. "Does the wolf know about this?"

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shebringscurses
2010-05-09 08:02 pm UTC (link)

The waitress was quick with her tea, and Vaughn traced the porcelain cup's rim with the end of a wooden stir stick. When she lifted her cup to take a sip, the complicated straps of her dress made a minimal shift so that the scabbing edges of a certain wolf's claw marks was almost discernible.

And speak of the devil. When Vlad asked about Shane, Vaughn raised her eyes with a shrug of nonchalance. Those prisms of gray were crystalline clear, as if there were no secrets to hide. "I assured him that I would turn over the money before I left. That is what I am doing, although what you do with the money is entirely up to you, Vlad."

She took another sip of her tea, mulling over the feel of the vampire's name. "Is Vlad short for something?"

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nobleblood
2010-05-09 08:25 pm UTC (link)

Vlad's coffee was more of an excuse, but he brought it to his lips every so often to maintain the illusion that he was here for nothing more than a casual outing. His gaze was quick and never lingered, catching the barest glimpse of claw marks beneath the black fabric. It must have frustrated the overgrown canine to no end that Vaughn had gotten away without any serious injuries.

"I wanted to know if I should be prepared to have him scratching at my door like an annoying pet, whining about the money and his girl." He didn't say Boyd's name, and he didn't want to give her any indication that his hatred for Shane was in no way similar to his attitude towards the redhead. "It is quite a large amount, but I have no interest in becoming involved with the kind of people who are currently very interested in getting it back."

He was silent for a few moments before answering. "Vladislav. No one aside from my father has ever called me that, however, and the last time it was used I was merely a child."

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shebringscurses
2010-05-10 01:14 am UTC (link)

Her eyebrows skewed into high, thin arches when he explained how he had not heard the full extension of his name since he was a child. "Is that your way of telling me not to call you Vladislav?" She would anyway, of course.

Vaughn beheaded twin packets of sugar and dumped their shards into her tea before giving it another heavy stir. "Shane gave me reason to believe that he will ask you about the money, yes. Whether he will go up to your door, I cannot say. He wants confirmation tomorrow, and while I would have given it to him myself, I do not plan to be in Bellum after tonight." Not to mention that she had no real desire to face Shane(& his claws) in person.

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nobleblood
2010-05-10 02:32 am UTC (link)

He didn't tell her that the only reason he hated the name was because it was his father who chose to use it, and even now he could hear the way he said it - that was worst of all. Vlad didn't particularly care whether she used it or not, although part of it had to do with the fact that she would likely use it if she wanted to, despite what he would prefer. "No, it is simply my way of telling you that no one has called me that for quite some time."

The fact that Shane planned on contacting him was expected, and he wouldn't put it past the man to suspect that he might keep the money. He could, after all, be very stupid when he wanted to be. When Vaughn mentioned that she didn't plan on being in Bellum, however, his eyebrows rose in a silent question. "Is this a temporary departure?"

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shebringscurses
2010-05-10 01:27 pm UTC (link)

She sank back against the strict wooden back of her chair with a lapse in posture like it was the most comfortable furniture to ever be found. "Temporary? Perhaps, but I hope not." She sighed into her cup before taking another savoring sip of her tea while eyeing Vladislav from beyond the rim.

"Shane has made it known that if things continue as they have, that he will take it upon himself to destroy the people I love. So I'm taking this time to get out of New York, and leaving the money as a parting gift that shows I am truly gone and have no intentions of destroying the redheaded child." She gestured vaguely with her fingers before setting the cup back to the table. Her attention wavered outside for a moment before she stood.

"It's been a pleasure, Vlad. Maybe I'll see you in another life." Or, she'd see him while living somebody else's life. Yes, she liked the idea of that very much. The plan was already in motion. And with one last, forlorn glance in the direction of Bellum Letale, the witch slipped out the door of the coffee shop and blended into the wavering throng of pedestrians, before getting lost in the sea of faces completely..

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