[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/mq3ylMP.jpg[/img] [/center] Under the Faerie Unification act of 1978, the traditional Fae delicacy [i]Gwaed Gwartheg[/i] was outlawed, due to the fact that it contained human blood. Nevertheless, some of the noble Faerie houses continued to indulge in forbidden dishes and practices. The House of Bloodbloom was one of them. Nyxvira sat with her gigantic form spilling over either side of a desk chair, as she ate another delicate spoonful of blood and chocolate. She was dressed in dark leggings and a sleeveless white vest, which bunched up over the lower roll of her enormous stomach. “Respectfully, Miss,” Grezbill sniveled, straining his neck to see over the desk “Whilst the Nyctari may not be a real threat by themselves, an alliance between Concetto and the other bosses is something that even you can’t hope to stand against.” Nyxie narrowed her eyes [color=ed1c24][b]“How’s the bloodsucker managed to get himself such a large following so quickly?”[/b] [/color] She asked, as she licked a smidge of chocolate off of her lips. “It's’ hard to say, Miss.” She already knew the answer.[i]The grass is always greener on the other side. Those fuckers think that they’ll get more leeway under Concetto than they do under me. They’d never try anything alone, but with his backing? He must’ve promised them all something equally ludicrous, but it's clearly been enough to to sway them. [/i] The Faerie Queenpin sighed internally. [i]How long before they realize they’ve traded Stalin for Hitler?[/i] [color=ed1c24][b]“What about Jankovics?” [/b] [/color] She asked after a long pause. Grezbill went wide-eyed and started to babble “Miss, his asking price is ludicrous! No hunter is -THAT- good! Our money would be better spent preparing for the days ahead! Even with funds such as ours, this would be taking a serious dent out of our profit margins! [color=ed1c24][b]“For fuck sake, Grezbill!”[/b] [/color] She snarled [color=ed1c24][b]“If Concetto wins then there won’t be any profit margins left to dent! Do you have any idea how important appearances are at a time like this? We could spend some more money on guns and shit, maybe we beat Concetto back, but once we show everyone that he was a threat to our organization, more and more wannabe kingpins will come slinking out of the cracks. The Nyctari might be the first to try a Coup, but they sure as fuck won’t be the last.” [/b] [/color] She took a moment to compose herself and catch her breath. [color=ed1c24][b]“If we have Jankovics pick them off, without anyone catching wind, then all those degenerate fuck-nuts will know is that Concetto tried to stand up to me, and then he disappeared faster than Yezhov after a purge.”[/b] [/color] For the first time since she’d met him, Grezbill seemed ready to answer back. He opened his mouth, took one look at Nyxvira, then shut it again. [color=ed1c24][b]“Make the call, asswipe.” [/b] [/color] She hissed. [hr] Once they’d gotten hold of Jankovics, the vampire slayer was in Santa Somabra within a matter of days. A room in one of Nyxie’s favorite hotels was prepared, with lavish furnishings and a long glass table, for the meeting to be held in. Nyxie really couldn’t stress the importance of appearances enough, and made sure that everything from the flowers in the vases to the wine in the glasses was of the highest quality. She hated wine, and went for milk instead. Jankovics arrived fifteen minutes late, and was hurriedly shown to his seat. It didn’t do to keep the Queenpin waiting. He turned out to be a tall, lean man, with fine features and a tuft of dirty blonde hair. He dressed well, and carried himself with the stern grace of a decorated warrior. If the matters at hand hadn’t been so pressing, Nyxie would have atleast tried to shag him before they got down to business. [color=ed1c24][b] “Good Morning, Mister Jankovics.” [/b] [/color] She greeted him with a gentle smile. The irony that she was meeting with one of the country’s top Vampire Slayers mere minutes after talking with Vladmir Von’Strauss was not lost on her. [color=ed1c24][b]“Am I okay to call you Edmund?” [/b] [/color] “You’re the employer,” Edmund Jankovics gave a light shrug, taking a brisk sip of his wine “You can call me what you want.” Nyxvira winced slightly. [color=ed1c24][b]“This is just a meeting; nothing’s set in stone.” [/b] [/color] “If the word on the street is to be believed, and it usually is, then you’re in dire need of a vampire slayer, and I’m the best you’ll get in the time available to you.” His voice had that kind of calm obnoxiousness to it that suddenly makes a person’s face very punchable. The Faerie had to fight to keep herself from scowling.[color=ed1c24][b]“I was told you’ve been in Santa Somabra a few hours. I find it hard to believe you’ve gauged all that in such a short period of time.” [/b] [/color] “Because I haven’t,” there was a sharpness in his voice that the Queenpin hadn’t had to deal with for quite some time “I always steak out potential contracts before hand. I’ve had a solid three days to survey the situation here. It's not looking good for you” [i]And no one spotted him?![/i] Nyxie could’ve stabbed someone. [i]No one should be able to slip through the cracks. Not without my say so.[/i] [color=ed1c24][b]“Alright, then,” [/b] [/color] the Faerie said with surprisingly little anger [color=ed1c24][b]“since you know the situation, you know what I’m going to ask of you; Kill Concetto Nyctari, and all his lieutenants.” [/b] [/color] Jankovics gave her a ‘tell me something I don’t know’ look. [color=ed1c24][b] “You’re to be paid in halves. You’ll get the full sum once I have Concetto’s head on a spear.” [/b] [/color] Even at half price, the amount of money Nyxvira had to fork out was staggering. “I’ve gone up against Euyueuyun Vampire Lords,” Jankovics said smugly “Some gutter-trash from the ass-crack of California barely registers on my radar.” The Vampire Slayer downed the rest of his wine, before rising out of his chair. “Now, excuse me while I go solve all your problems for you, Faerie.” He smirked, as he turned and walked away.