Baby, this town rips the bones from your back Who: Liev & NPCed family. When: 11am-ish. Where: Home.
"My apologies for the early wake-up, Herr Fuchs." The man addressing him sounded Czechoslovakian. Given that the country no longer existed, he wondered which side the vampire had chosen. His shoes were expensive, stylish. The hem of his suit pants broke just right over the top. This elder knew how to dress--and make no mistake, he was an elder. Liev had caught that scent in his sleep, but had found himself kissing the floor before he could wake up and greet him appropriately. Both of which naturally came after losing his temper over their trespassing and waking him at an ungodly hour. With that in mind, he now had to acknowledge that the two vampires pinning him to the carpet were stopping him from doing something incredibly stupid. That did not make his position any less undignified.
"And for the trespassing?" He was answered by silence. A nod of concession that he could not see. "I--" A vampire on his back shifted in a somewhat painful manner, causing an involuntary snarl. "I do have a telephone. Cellular, etcetera." And really, while one was expected to respect the pack on pain of death, this was not the best way to go about seeking compliance. He could certainly think of more efficient methods. Possibly including a handshake. Struggling to get his shoulders free, Liev raised his head. Now he could see the elder's knees. Still stylish. It was difficult to take this entirely seriously when one's bloodline seemed to behave like the mafia. "Can I get up now? Conversing with your legs is most engaging, but eye contact is preferable. For both of us, I think." The weights lifted themselves off his back and Liev was standing, sizing them both up before they were done brushing themselves off. They were young. His only defence for being bested by them was that he was sleepy. How embarrassing. "You have finished with your open display of how much the floor needs a vacuum, then." The elder laughed--a rich, pleasant sound. The youngsters were apparently mortified, but Liev had already moved on.
Gesturing to the couch Odette had given (loaned, given, all the same thing) him, he smiled. "Bitte, Herr, you are more than welcome to sit." A lie, but it would take a telepath to confirm that. He waited for the elder Lycan to sit before drawing up an older, more ricketty chair from the corner. The other two could take the floor if their legs were tired.
"Since we are all tired," and yet they chose to disturb his sleep. Liev pokerfaced before he tried to remind them what sundown was for, "I shall keep this short." If he could have paused the conversation and walked away from it, he would have done, sunlight be damned. This was going to be one of those serious conversations that he was not going to appreciate. He often had them with humans when they would not go away, but it ended in death. He did not have that luxury here. They did. The elder straightened up, apparently collecting his thoughts. "This area finds itself without an Alpha. The details are not important, but you are to hold the position until... Someone of a better disposition becomes available." Later, Liev would remember to find that remark vaguely insulting.
One hand tried to smooth out the frown that was settling into his features while the other gestured vaguely. "Ich verstehe nicht."
"You understand completely," the elder corrected. "But you don't want the position. Which is why," he said, standing, "it is temporary. And non-negotiable." Well, at least they clearly knew who they were talking to.
The youngsters were gestured out of the room and then out of the house, the elder smiling almost fondly at Liev. It was eerie and unappreciated. "Guten morgen, Herr Fuchs." He watched them leave from the window, scanning the road for any onlookers. If anyone had been there to witness the very pale trio climb back into their... Ford Fiesta, they had long turned the other cheek. Honestly, Liev was more concerned about whether they had pinned a metaphorical note to the door of his house saying 'VAMPIRE RESIDING HERE' in day-glow letters.
Bastards. He would never get back to sleep now and this was not something he wanted to be dwelling on. He would have to tell Odette, but he found himself not wanting to.