ąųdįţǫŗę (mentori) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-06-15 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ezio auditore da firenze, katherine pierce |
Who: Katherine & Ezio
What: Katherine eats the man Ezio is after, then they decide to partner up
When: Late tonight
Where: Out in a shady neighborhood
Rating/Warnings: High for teeth, blood, gunshots, stabbing folks, things like that
Status: Complete
Katherine wanted to kill. It was imbedded in what she was now, in every cell that’d been revived upon her transition - beastial, primal, conflicting with conditioned morality every second of every day. Rarely did she let evidence of that internal struggle surface. Vanity, pride, call it what the fuck you will, that persona of a calculating she-devil and prowling seductress taper off here or there or ever. Vampirism was said to amplify the good and the bad, but the bad always seemed to triumph over the former, breeding special kinds of monsters. Ones that were well-dressed and well-groomed in her case, with heels with impractical height and straps over those manicured piggies but oh, what did it matter when that feeble human tolerance for pain vanished - she was immortal, deadly, forever pretty and she’d damn well dress like it. Silky curls bouncing, shades of smoke brushed around her eyes, and dolled up in a classically provocative little black dress in an area less than worthy of her snobby presence. This black hole of society was all urban decay and grunge. Neon lights buzzed like bees in front of places of certain attractions and the decor for tourists were posters of various nude women plastered on dirty display windows to advertise we have tits and ass on poles and a little extra in the backroom, come inside and play. Carnal sins flooded the streets with women working on corners and bending over to talk to interested parties driving up in pretentiously decked out vehicles. There was one that followed her slowly through her confident strut down Whoresville. It was sleek and black with tinted windows, clearly belonging to someone who appreciated a little discretion in their indiscretions, but she was (knowingly, of course, who the fuck do you think this was) followed to a residential intersection that was bare. Look! There was even a free corner for a hooker to grab. “How old are you?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth, the man behind the wheel - the window had slid down to reveal someone broad-shouldered and charming. Lawyer, maybe politician, with perfect teeth that must have cost him in the thousands and a jawline for miles. His interest would make any lady of the night wet in the panties and eager for his money, but all she saw was a sleaze that needed to bleed to death. Elijah recommended she not draw attention to herself. That was difficult for someone as stubborn and spoiled as she was, scheming and plotting ways to package the feeding and killing all in one satisfying bundle. And in Katherine’s defense, how could he be an innocent? Her response was the coy ‘as old as you need me to be’ and his was how she reminded him of his daughter. Obviously she planned to not let him - or anyone that wasn’t her adorably ferocious Blue - lay a finger on her, but she had to let these sheeps believe that just for a moment, they were the predators. So he confessed his disgusting desires in the piss-poor form of ‘dirty talk’ like it’d get her revved up, she faked a picturesque smile worthy of a photoshoot as if she was interested, then she got into his car and - Well. There was a muffled scream for help. For two seconds, the car violently bounced but then? Silence. Live by the Creed, die by the Creed. It was what Ezio had known for so long - but the thing to keep in mind was that the Assassins were not indiscriminate butchers, no. Killing innocents would obstruct the goal of the Order, which was to bring peace - it was why political assassinations were so common, these were always the most corrupt out there. Such filth hidden behind the blinding smiles, beneath those expensive suits, imbedded deep in their bones - you could tell, if you knew how to watch them. If you could recognize the look of a viper in their eyes; it was something cold-blooded, something that did not care for others. Something that would tell a young woman he basically wanted to fuck her because she reminded him of his daughter. Disgustoso. Evie had gone overseas to wipe out ISIS soldiers, but Ezio stuck close to home. Ever since he’d killed the hitman after Dan, something had been tripped within him - an awakened sense of duty, despite knowing the hardships and pain this life brought. The guilt and torment and the suffering. But he never did it for himself - he did it for the greater good. That, he had hoped and still continued to hope, made the suffering worth it. The man that had just met his demise in his fancy car was in fact a politician. One Ezio had been watching all night, leaping from rooftop to rooftop and then jumping down to land in a soft bed of grass - a particular sect of the Creed was hide in plain sight, and that’s what he did. He’d seen the man lure a woman into his car but before Ezio could strike it seemed...the scum was dead? His gift, Eagle Sense, told him the woman was not an enemy. In fact, she looked familiar. Out here he was armed and wearing his Hidden Gun, of course - it was a short pistol, but good for long range. Flipping his wrist, the belly facing upward, one of the bullets was shot into the light of the lampposts, cloaking the area at the intersection in darkness. Then he waited there, hooded and concealed - but if that was who he thought it was, she would be able to sense him anyway. Oh, the scum was definitely dead. Katherine argued that he died too quickly even - maybe next time she’d take her time, enjoy her meal, add a little torture to spice the blood with delectable fear. A kitten playing with a mouse, wouldn’t that be cute? But she knew about the heartbeat that neared, one that was too close but it was alright, she wasn’t worried - she could clean her messes if she had to, and Katherine stepped out of the expensive car after she had her fill. Crimson on her chin, a smidge on the tip of her nose, yet everything else remained flawless. Lack of light didn’t bother her either. It didn’t damper her inhuman vision and while her sniffer wasn’t as honed as Hank’s, there were scents she could still detect. Everyone had their own unique smell. And this one was familiar. “You wouldn’t happen to have a napkin on you, hm?” Did he have a napkin on him? Well, he very well might. Ezio had practically everything and the kitchen sink on his belt, in pouches - extra bullets, poison, medicine vials, smoke bombs. A blade or two tucked away, you never really could tell. “Perhaps,” the smirk was evident in his voice, deep and accented and practically dripping with amaretto; quickly, he reloaded his weapon - but not with bullets (he really did not like using those, they were just so...ugh). Instead, he loaded up the poison darts. For fun. This seemed like it would be fun. A handkerchief was also discovered and extended to the lovely lady, in his gloved hand. “How did he taste?” the Italian asked. Traces of who knew what must be in the man’s blood - much sympathy for his kidneys and liver; it was doubtful the wildest thing that passed through was chocolate milk. Then Ezio paused, a quick flip of the switch to activate his extra senses - it was on, and off, in a second. “There are others nearby. His bodyguards.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Ezio was here. Katherine could make the educated guess that he was out on his own hunt, and she’d taken out his prey through a cosmic stroke of coincidence. It’s not like she hand-selected the target herself - he was the unlucky Joe that was bold enough to hit her up. Still, he must have done something naughty to warrant the appearance of an assassin. Maybe she did the wife and daughter a fucking favor. “I’ve had better,” she smiled through the darkness, fangs and bulging veins gone, and she gently dabbed her face clean. Had to be mindful of the makeup, y’know. “But I guess I didn’t completely ruin your fun - want some company?” Ezio was obviously prepared and Katherine was bored. Rolling down the pot-holed street were two similar cars meant to follow and guard the first but it seemed like the very dead sir strapped in the front seat with holes in his neck wanted a little privacy. Tough shit that it killed him. “No, you did not,” Ezio assured, a flash of teeth bared in a charming and crooked smile. So white it looked like a Cheshire Cat grin beneath the silvery glow of the moon. “Is...divertente in coppia. Fun in pairs, I mean.” So yes, he would like some company. That made it all the more exciting. And it seemed as if the targets were coming right to them. Smarmy pigfuckers who wore sunglasses at night and probably had far too many drinks before getting behind the wheel of a car - anyone who kept people like the dead sir safe were probably only motivated by money. No scruples there, hm? A shame. “I am sure they will get out to investigate,” he said, stepping back beneath the cover of tree branches - thick and leafy. The street was sufficiently dark, and the cars that slowed had on their bright lights - sure enough, they did stop behind the parked vehicle with the dead man inside. What ever would they do when they discovered they’d failed at their job. Badly. Katherine’s night got significantly more interesting. All those questions she had could be answered, later - she stepped backwards with him, a second shadow observing, and she put the handkerchief in her clutch purse. It was snapped shut, quietly. “You’ll have to tell me the story behind this guy,” she whispered, tongue gliding against smooth teeth - that hunger remained, dull and aching, part of the curse that had her the way she was. They guardsmen exited their respective vehicles and Ezio’s prediction came true. An investigation occurred; she could hear their startled gasp, the cursing beneath their breath, the elevated heartbeats. Excellent job performance, boys, your employer’s not going to be signing your next check. That’s when she heard the clicks of steel from the loading of bullets. “Must’ve been the wrong hooker he picked up, fuck,” fretted one of the four. “A whore would have taken everything worth something off him,” said the other one, more collected than the rest. Katherine assumed he was the one in charge given the tone. “Wallet’s still there, watch, wrist cuffs.” He ducked his head out of the window after he searched the corpse. “This wasn’t a hooker job.” Hm. The vampire shrugged. “I’m almost flattered.” Ezio snorted quietly. How amusing. “So intelligent,” he spoke about the gun-toting sheep. “Obviously they are familiar with hiring prostitutes.” That was not surprising. They didn’t seem like the type of people who would could get it without having to pay. “I should not...what is the word? Troll them? But it’s just so entertaining.” Now that his Hidden Blade device was loaded up with poison (it was a thin, very hollow needle hidden within the blade - and filled with something nasty, an upgrade improved upon by da Vinci himself) he had the darts ready. The poison was a potent mixture, a little nutmeg, mostly aconite - what was meant to be medicinal for the treatment of heart troubles was deadly in certain quantities - and henbane. Stinking nightshade. His aim was precise enough, and he shot from a distance. The dart lodged itself in the back of the neck of one of the men leaning over to peer into the car through the window. The man dropped. Using poison was a clean kill - now to watch the rest of them flail. “Your turn,” he motioned gallantly for Katherine to take her pick. Any of them, it would be satisfying to tear into their throats Ezio assumed. Troll them. That was an interesting tactic, but if it involved bodies hitting the cement lifeless than she’d be content - that constant itch needed constant scratching, and human lives way down on the totem pole of moral humanity seemed to be the most humane way of handling it. Justice, or whatever. Sure. It was mostly an excuse, but enough sincerity to ease that small, tiny part of her that held that fear of losing herself whole. “Nice toys,” was the compliment Katherine hissed before she became a blur, disappearing from her spot beside the assassin and in a flash in another. What they saw may have registered as a ghost, a trick of the mind, an illusion by moonlight because she nabbed the nervous newbie from the bunch and then disappeared with him. Across the street by dumpsters filled to the brim and cloaked by darkness is where they heard a throaty snarl, the man cry out and then the sound of flesh, ripping. Just his throat, silly people. No cannibalism here. Although there were times skin did have the unfortunate way of getting stuck in her teeth - she’d have to keep a set of toothpicks on her in the future. That had the other two in alert, backs against one another with their weapons in hand. “What the fuck was that?!” “A rabid dog - fucking - something!” “Doesn’t explain what fucking happened to him!” People used all sorts of excuses to explain things they didn’t understand. Rabid dog? Why not, seemed to work well enough. But no, it really offered no explanation as to what happened to the man dropped by poison - it would not explain what happened to the others either. Ezio had killed many people in the dark. He’d killed many in broad daylight too; public assassination techniques were a large part of the creed. The Assassins were trained to be able to carry these out without a hitch. They were trained to get close, move stealthily, and then escape just as quickly. He’d not only killed his lion’s share of people, but he dreamed of teaching too. This? It would be a drop in the bucket. Thwick, the Hidden Blade extended (dual action mechanism, deadly times two) and he was quick - not exactly a blur, though his genetics allowed him to be faster than your typical human. Dark, hooded, covered in shadows - he breezed past and stabbed one of the remaining. The very last one pulled the trigger on his gun but didn’t have a visual - the bullet ended up just piercing air. “Non temete l'oscurita, accettate il suo abbraccio. Requiescant in pace,” he told the dead man (fear not the darkness, but welcome its embrace). He left the last one for Katherine - after stabbing him too, but not in a vital organ. Just, you know. Enough to bleed. Enough to choke and gurgle on his own blood. Her face, all messy again - blood dripped from her chin, the white in her eyes replaced by all black, monstrous veins creeping up her cheeks. It was the face of a lady beast, primal and beautiful, and when the last was left to on that precipice of death she took it as an invitation. Katherine wasn’t a blur this time; she was a huntress that stepped into the light of the moon, one last vision for the bodyguard before she tore into him too. Her fangs pierced right into that skin and she drank, drank, drank because that’s what a vampire did - it was better than taking ecstasy, it was nature embedded in her changed DNA and euphoric like stars exploding behind her eyelids. And when he joined the rest of them, dead as dead could get, it felt that much better. A pleased sigh was let out. Her shoulders rolled, her neck cracked, and soon her features became human again. “We should be in each other’s company more often,” she suggested, smiling coquettishly with stained lips. “What did daddy do? Stick it to underage girls one too many?” There were a couple of those working the streets, she noticed - trying their best to look older, act more mature. Life handed them rotten lemons so fuck the lemonade. There were no juice stands on those corners. "Yes - his tastes were not so...legal," Ezio shared, closing the eyes of the last dead-as-a-door nail slimebucket. His face had been frozen in pure shock and terror - similar to the way the dead man in Elijah's apartment had looked, the morning he transitioned quickly and drained the hapless visitor of blood. More like an overnight change, merda. "He was not particularly crafty about hiding it on his computer either." Which would be searched, no doubt, once the body was discovered. Politicians. They thought they were untouchable, didn't they? Unfortunately for them, that was not the case. It more often than not led to their downfall. But he agreed that he and Katherine should 'hang out' (as the kids say) more often. "I am always willing to hunt with you, bella," he returned the smile. "How often do you...come this way?" Or need to feed, whichever. He didn't ask Elijah a lot about how often he ate - Ezio just trusted that he would mindfuck (which...he was not entirely approving of that particular talent but he understood the necessity for obtaining sustenance) and then go; slaughtering people also wasn't his partner's thing. Too much of a potential to mess up his suit, clearly. Couldn’t say she was surprised about that confirmation - no one that clean and that rich came out here for the view, that’s for sure. Must be either drugs or finding a hole to stick it in and fulfill those dirty kinks their wives weren’t up for. It was an appropriate situation to lack sympathy for. That handkerchief was pulled from the clutch purse again for a second cleaning - some of her makeup was smudged but that’s why she had some touch up tools. Katherine’s priorities were forever vain. “It’s my first time,” she admitted. “My boyfriend offers his veins when I’ve got the case of the vampire munchies, but -” While it was appreciated and such a turn on, she didn’t want to use him as her mutant bloodbag either. Hank helped with control; she didn’t want him dead, therefore she never went overboard. But now she had other urges to satisfy, animalistic ones he knew too well, and while she knew other vampires that held back on the killing part of the deal… It didn’t mean she wanted to. Katherine wasn’t reckless. She wasn’t Damon. It wasn’t as if she was going on a murder spree, but if she happened to rip into the jugular of someone who deserved to die then that was two birds, one stone. “I have certain needs to fulfill,” was what she completed her thought with, finally. “Isn’t that why you’re out here too?” Ezio understood being snacked on - he let himself be a bloodbag on occasion too, and he certainly did not mind. Encouraged it, even. "There is something about fangs in you, I suppose," he said, a dark smirk crossing his features. Yes, something indeed. Something pleasant, that he had no idea he would even be into. Discovery was such an adventure. "But si, is why I am out here." He retracted the blades and began walking (though predators such as them did more along the lines of skulking), leaving the scene and its macabre work of art. "I received a gift, you can call it, from my dreamworld. It is a Piece of Eden and far too dangerous to carry around, but even just seeing it and what I went through to get it has convinced me that I am this." A killer. Not a butcher, but an Assassin. It perhaps seemed somewhat contradictory to some at first glance, that their violence was meant to promote peace (he remembered even Sofia had remarked that the ideology seemed cynical) but Ezio saw it as something else entirely. He saw the importance of contradiction, and knowledge - one could be two things simultaneously. Wonder what it said about her to admit that the entire assassination rouse fascinated her from the start? There was a difference between needless violence and necessary violence - sometimes she was guilty of one more than the other, but she had a little more freedom to be callous and unsympathetic. Blame the nature of what she was, an apex predator on top of the food chain whose regard for humanity had been eaten away throughout five centuries of that kind of existence. It was so, so easy to slip into the heels of who she dreamt of being. “Might as well embrace who you are,” the vampiress shrugged, walking alongside him in shoes that should have given her blisters by now but nope, it was just a superficial perk she’d cling to. “But you’re just like me in a way - you’ll never be completely satisfied. Too many awful people to kill, and so few who are willing to do it. That’s a workload that’ll never diminish. Think you’ll ever give it up and retire?” “I did before, in another world,” Ezio replied thoughtfully. This was a life he’d never technically chosen - he was forced into it, in a way, given the family legacy. Then by the time he quelled his own selfish desires to seek vengeance against those who murdered his father and brothers, he realized he could actually do some good. Expand the Order, teach others, protect innocents, keep their lands from falling under Templar control. It was not an easy existence, however. He had sacrificed a lot and there were times he sadly believed it was all for nothing. “It is possible I will here too. But there is much to do first. Many awful people to kill,” he added, with a hint of amusement to his accented tone. “You cannot help what you are, bella. Asking you to not hunt and kill would be like asking a polar bear to live in the jungle. Or like trying to domesticate a wolf. You do not have to lose yourself entirely but you have changed. We may not understand what it is like to be you but we understand the change.” This was only his opinion, however. He could be wrong. Domesticated, hah. That’d be the day. But she knew Ezio’s words rang with truth - she remembered doing horrible, unforgivable things in the dreams that couldn’t be pinned on what she’d become. Katherine lost herself throughout those decades upon decades of survival, always looking out for herself and sacrificing all those who’d get in the way of her freedom. It wasn’t something she needed to do here, no - all she had to battle was her own instincts and darkness, but she knew she could keep them reigned. For the most part. After all, she reveled in control. Losing herself to impulse wasn’t how she managed to live for so long with a psychopath and his whipped lackeys nipping at her heels. “I believe it coming from you. You’re in bed with one like me,” Katherine smirked, tossing bunched curls over her shoulders. “I can handle it. It’s still an adjustment, but I remember living five hundred years like this. I remember the motions, what I did to get through it. But here, it’s less…lonely.” There were people that didn’t view her as a human sack of rare blood ready to be sacrificed, and there was family - Jeremy, maybe even the one she shared a fuckin’ womb with. Katherine wasn’t orphaned for her will to live all while adjusting to the vampire life on her own. If she managed under those circumstances, she’d thrive in these. Less lonely. That resonated with Ezio too - and he was glad to hear it was like that for Katherine. He tried to get Elijah to see that as well but the man seemed to be stuck in this way of thinking that meant he was so certain he was going to screw himself over when it came to his siblings. Again. Ridicolo. “Bene, bella,” he nodded. “You will not be alone. And you have me to hunt with,” the Assassin winked. Though he’d leave the blood-sharing for her lover. It must taste better when you were involved in such an intimate moment. Getting to the point where it was alright for him to drop his hoodie, he let it fall behind him and looked at her full-on. “How about a drink, then? I am close by.” A bar, he didn’t feel like going to one of those - but you can bet he had the best vino at his place. Hnn. Look at that, an offer she couldn’t refuse. Ezio sought a particular set of targets, and while he saw it as a chance to clean the streets she saw it as an opportunity to satiate those cravings - because let’s be honest, heroism wasn’t her thing. Katherine was selfish; she cared very little for those she didn’t know. But this arrangement was a win-win all around, and she didn’t want Hank to ever question whether or not her blood source came from an innocent. That’s what happened when you liked someone. Did all you could do to not fuck it up royally. “You’re spoiling me in this friendship, italiano,” she chuckled. “Letting me play with my food and providing drinks afterwards? Lead the way. I trust your tastes.” |