Lexington "Lex" Bostwick (ex_rapidhush770) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-02-27 14:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | #flashback, #solo, lex |
I don’t believe in fate, but the bottom line it’s time to pay
Who: Lex and several NPCs
Where: London, England
When: Fall of 1925
Warning: It’s Lex
They were late. If there was one thing any blood hunter had to know about dealing with a Shade, it was never bed late. It had been precisely eleven minutes since Big Ben struck ten o’clock and Lex was pacing back and forth in the alleyway like a mad man. Though he would never admit it, the vampire was nervous about his first assignment alone. Every single one that had been handed to him was also handed to Garrick as well. The two mirrored each others thoughts, actions, and expertise. One did not go without the other and everyone knew that the job would get done if they were sent together. Though this time, it was only Lex that showed up for the initial rendezvous with the Parliament member. No Garrick.
“It’s a test, Lexington,” he recalled his sire mentioning to him before he left that night, “to make sure you’re ready.”
Ready for what? It wasn’t like Lex had no bloody clue how to do his job. He did it quite well, actually. Garrick knew that. They the elders want to see Lex do this by himself? He wasn’t sure and now wasn’t exactly the opportune time to be asking question. Well, aside from where the hell was this blood hunter. That he liked to know. Lex didn’t have the time or patience to track down someone in the city who was a werecat of some sort. He was going to need those boosted senses for this evening to be on top of his game and time was crucial at this point.
With a force sigh, Lex came to a stop while pulling out the small envelope from the inner folds of his jacket. Unfolding it in his gloved hands, he read over the written task for the hundredth time. A woman by the name of Irene Hayes, married to the prominent Parliament member by the name of Hayes, was wanted dead. Apparently the wench had been sleeping around with other politicians and was considered a threat not just to Hayes’ marriage, but also to the constant war waged with politicians. Funny how women still couldn’t help themselves from causing trouble to this day. Lex scoffed gently before folding the letter back up and returning it to the envelope, and then inside his jacket. Killing off an adulterous whore was something Lex would be proud to do. Perhaps it would send a message to all the other ladies out there to keep their knickers on and mind their manners. They had no place in the world of power.
The sound of footsteps was what initially threw Lex off, spinning on his heels quietly before slipping into the shadows. Paranoid as ever. He couldn’t help it. After observing the two figures that came down the alley, Lex let out a sigh of relief. Looked like the blood hunter finally found his way here with the goods in tow. The lady beside him was bound at the wrists and gagged with what looked like tape over her mouth. “Subtle, aren’t we?” Lex murmured to himself while watching them draw in closer. The hunter didn’t look all that remarkable, someone that Lex would forget come tomorrow. The man appeared in his late 40s, definitely not of good physical condition, and his attire was worn and out of style. At least he got the job done.
“Where is that boyo...” The hunter grumbled to himself while clutching onto the woman tighter. Her screams were silenced by her gag, but that didn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. “Oi! Where are ye, Shade?! I gotcha midnight snack right ‘ere.” A sadistic snicker left the blood hunter while stroking the girl’s check. She barely looked like she was 18. Another pause of silence before the hunter bellowed once more. “OI, PRICK! WHERE-”
Before he could finish that sentence, Lex had stepped out from the shadows, snatched the girl out of his grip and slammed her up against the wall. Hearing another muffled cry from her just brought a smile to Lex’s lips. His actions, however, left the blood hunter bumbling like an idiot by himself, trying to figure out how the vampire swiped his prey away that quickly. Where the hell was he the whole time?! Lex didn’t concern himself with the hunter and instead focused his blue eyes on the crying girl. He shushed her gently, his body crushing her up against the wall while he ripped the tape off her mouth. A sharp shriek left her lips for all of two seconds before Lex clamped his hand firmly over her mouth.
“There there... no need to cry.” His voice was soft and gentle, something he taught himself to get into the habit of doing when dealing with his prey. Bumping his nose into the side of her face, the girl winced with disgust as he took in her scent. Definitely a werecat of some type. He didn’t care what type, just as long as it was a feline. A smirk emerged onto his lips with approval as he licked lightly at her neck. “I promise it’ll be over before you know it.”
His words weren’t enough to calm down the kitty, feeling her shake against his body while tears kept streaming down her cheeks. It looked like those binds on her wrists were also magically enhanced to prevent her from shifting. He’d give the hunter props for that, seeing Lex didn’t want to be mauled to death the second his fangs pierced her skin. Knowing that he was safe, he brought his eyes up to the girl’s and watched the fear swell up in them. Good, let her be afraid. She had no reason to be hopeful. No one was going to save her now. The only certain thing in her life was that it would end shortly.
Lex pressed his lips against her forehead, moaning slightly as he relished the sensation of her warm skin against his cool mouth. His kisses trailed over her face, returning once more to her neck and began lapping at a certain tender spot. The blood was surging through her veins, perhaps a response to the anxiety and fear she was feeling. That just made it taste that much better. Another smile, another chuckle, and then his fangs found home deep in her neck. The girl struggled at first, crying out in agony into Lex’s hand, but he kept the girl still against the wall. With the blood splashing against her tongue, he greedily drank from her, instantly feeling the effects. He wanted more - he always did. So as he continued to gulp down mouthful after mouthful of blood, he felt the girl go from flailing against him to gradually growing limp in his arms. Her breaths shortened, grew lighter, as did he heartbeat. By the time Lex took the last few sweet gulp of blood, she was completely still and lifeless.
Finally bringing his head back, Lex licked his lips clean and smiled. He felt incredible. That enhance sense of grace and balance along with agility was just what he needed. Stepping away from the girl, she collapsed into his arms, remaining limp. Not caring for the carcass anymore, Lex hurled the body on over to the blood hunter. The second she crashed into the ground, the man flinched and stared at her for a second before looking up at Lex. “Whaddya expect me t’ do with that!?”
“Bloody hell if I know,” Lex replied smoothly, taking out his wallet to pluck out a handful of pounds before handing the banknotes over to the old chap. “You’re the blood hunter, not me.”
“Disposing of corpses isn’t in me job description, boyo!”
The cold look in Lex’s eyes told the man that he honestly didn’t give a crap. He was paying him good money - far better money than what he got in a month’s worth of pay - and Lex expected the job to be done. He didn’t halfass this crap, and thus he expected his contacts to have the same mindset. The silence shifted between the two of them, the blood hunter obviously more unsettled than the vampire was, then proceeded to move forward to retrieve his payment.
Before his grubby hands could touch the freshly printed pounds, Lex flicked his hand away and clucked hi tongue in the man’s direction. “I believe you still have one more promise on your end of the bargain to uphold, am I right?”
And he did. Lex hadn’t forgotten about that. A moment of hesitation passed by the blood hunter before reaching into the depth of his jacket and pulled out a glass bottle filled with dark crimson liquid. Lex knew what it was merely by scent - fire elemental blood. He didn’t dare to track one down on his own, but he still craved for that taste of warmth. Any hunter that could find his a batch and deliver it by bottle was always at Lex’s disposal. The vampire paid a pretty penny for such blood and wasn’t going to cough up all his money until he had a little taste of Spark. With the bottle in reach, Lex swiped it away and instantly popped off the cap. In second, the opening was pressed against Lex’s lips and he downed the entire thing. He didn’t bother to slow down and relish the taste, knowing that the effects that lingered after were far more important. Oh, how he loved to be warm again. Not to mention it would be needed for his night amongst humans.
With a satisfied grin on his face, Lex chucked the bottle back to the hunter along with handing over the pounds. “My regards, mate. Appreciate it.” Lex tipped his hat in the man’s direction before slowly walking away and down the alleyway. The man didn’t respond right away, too busy counting over the pounds to make sure he got his expected amount. He was short a few hundred pounds, which was mostly taken away due to being tardy, but he didn’t know that.
“Oi! What the blood hell is-”
Though by the time he turned around to address Lex, the vampire had already disappeared into the shadows.