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That could work, yeah. I developed assassin droids before - though not in the Star Wars universe. Their sentience was gained from simply not getting memory wipes or tampers in their programming. As assassin droids are already equipped with more-than-advanced processors and behavior cores, sentience among them is not unheard of. It could add an interesting flair to the concept :)
Well, you definitely have my interest. Would a rogue assassin droid be out of the realm of possibilities for a character?
I'm here still
Sounds like a plan to me XD
"No thank you, my lord." Alexandre replied to the Patriarch's request for food. Though he had not openly thanked the older Vampire, a subtle nod of thanks towards him was all that was necessary to state his gratitude.
Alexandre felt a small twitch of a smirk tug at his lips as he knew the servant had trapped herself, but he quickly hid such gestures behind his stony expression. He knew that what he had done, too, was out of line for his position. Silence was expected more than intervention from a Royal Protector, and he would have to be sure to keep his own anger in check. But this girl, this...mortal had a way of getting under his skin, breaking through every wall and blockade to reveal the weak, fleshy interior where a maelstrom of emotion churned and toiled within him, never ceasing, never weakening in its turmoil.
Alexandre growled at the prospect. If he were to be removed from his position by one disgusting slave, then all was lost. The years he spent rising up in the ranks, gaining favors, doing jobs that were not only expected of him...but necessary for the colony's survival.
It was no shock that Alexandre coveted the Patriarchal position for himself, yet he hid these ambitions: treachery was not in his blood, he could not kill the Patriarch for his own gain. When the time was right...he would be chosen. And if not - he would serve the next Patriarch like all Royal Protectors before him since the start of Clan Desmodontinae; with the same loyalty and protectiveness that he had served Lord Giles.
Alexandre felt a small twitch of a smirk tug at his lips as he knew the servant had trapped herself, but he quickly hid such gestures behind his stony expression. He knew that what he had done, too, was out of line for his position. Silence was expected more than intervention from a Royal Protector, and he would have to be sure to keep his own anger in check. But this girl, this...mortal had a way of getting under his skin, breaking through every wall and blockade to reveal the weak, fleshy interior where a maelstrom of emotion churned and toiled within him, never ceasing, never weakening in its turmoil.
Alexandre growled at the prospect. If he were to be removed from his position by one disgusting slave, then all was lost. The years he spent rising up in the ranks, gaining favors, doing jobs that were not only expected of him...but necessary for the colony's survival.
It was no shock that Alexandre coveted the Patriarchal position for himself, yet he hid these ambitions: treachery was not in his blood, he could not kill the Patriarch for his own gain. When the time was right...he would be chosen. And if not - he would serve the next Patriarch like all Royal Protectors before him since the start of Clan Desmodontinae; with the same loyalty and protectiveness that he had served Lord Giles.
You have my support. I assume Mach's as well.
After Alexandre had finished sending the letter off with the blood servant, he beelined his way towards where the Patriarch was - the drawing room. He made no effort to hide himself, and his presence was announced by the sound of his bronze buckles rattling against the leather of his coat, the sound of his scabbard rapping against his hip every so often, and his leather shoes grinding into the floors with each stride as he stepped in.
His appearance was not a surprise, as it was extremely rare that the Patriarch would be awake and busy and his guard were not there like a loyal hound. Alexandre accepted these notions as he moved to stay behind the couch his master sat upon, crossing his arms behind his back and acting little more than a statue.
He waited for a pause in the conversation before offering his own bit of information: "I sent one of the servants to the RBUC headquarters containing the seal for Dolf's release, along with our seal of approval to prove its legitimacy. He should be released presently." He said before turning silent once more.
Over the years, Alexandre had become quite well-versed in political and court intrigue, but preferred to watch from the sidelines and observe the proceedings and discussion. The court was no place for a Royal Protector - his job was to guard the Patriarch and remain silent, speaking only when information was necessary or when he was directly spoken to. And he had done that job well for the last few centuries; he wasn't going to allow some rebellious bitch ruin his reputation, his years of service.
His appearance was not a surprise, as it was extremely rare that the Patriarch would be awake and busy and his guard were not there like a loyal hound. Alexandre accepted these notions as he moved to stay behind the couch his master sat upon, crossing his arms behind his back and acting little more than a statue.
He waited for a pause in the conversation before offering his own bit of information: "I sent one of the servants to the RBUC headquarters containing the seal for Dolf's release, along with our seal of approval to prove its legitimacy. He should be released presently." He said before turning silent once more.
Over the years, Alexandre had become quite well-versed in political and court intrigue, but preferred to watch from the sidelines and observe the proceedings and discussion. The court was no place for a Royal Protector - his job was to guard the Patriarch and remain silent, speaking only when information was necessary or when he was directly spoken to. And he had done that job well for the last few centuries; he wasn't going to allow some rebellious bitch ruin his reputation, his years of service.
Collaboration between Ghost Shadow and Asuna Wolf
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Alexandre looked down subtly as a single servant approached him, beckoning that the Patriarch wished to speak with him. Alexadre offered a curt nod before following the servant into Lord Giles' bedchambers.
Alexandre crouched down into a kneeling position. "What would you have of me, my lord?" He asked, humbled before the much older Vampire.
Clouds of blood servants bussed inside and outside of the room of the Lord Giles, some fitting him with clothes as others attended to the colony’s numerous needs. The room barked with many voices, the Lord’s soaring over all. Most of them looked minds, troubled, and so busy over the smallest manners in life to Marissa J'Francis Lopez. How could they fall into this regime every morning without a little need for fun or more disturbances ?
Outside of the room, Marissa roughly pulled aside a passing blood servant about to enter the grand room, to the corner where herself and Alexandre had awaited the Lord’s awakening. She whispered into the girl’s ear harshly, with a tiny lie of some sort. “Hey…”
Around 30 seconds later, a blood curdling shriek sounded from the entrance as that same slave skittered over to the feet of Alexandre and Lord Giles. She would collapse onto her knees with a sickening thud until she was positioned in a bow; her dark red hair would stick to her pale cheeks, slick with tears. This was a sore sight for all in the room, slowing down the processes of everything, as this scene would catch many eyes. “I’m sorry for intruding, Lords!! But it was reported to me that werewolfves are entering the manor!”
It was in one swift, fluid motion that Alexandre swept himself in front of the Patriarch defensively; drawing his sword, the sharp sound of the silver blade on the scabbard announcing its presence. The blade glinted in the soft moonlight, the edges seeming to glow an unnatural light.
Alexandre's posture was poised and ready, his feet spread apart, leather buckled shoes ground into the floor as he stood, staunch and indomitable. His pupils dilated not dissimilar to a cat as he looked about, his fangs elongating behind his lips as he hissed threateningly.
He stopped, appearing to sniff the air subtly; his eyes darting to look out of one of the windows. He tensed up tightly, stiffening up like a statue would as he turned sharply towards the young slave girl, still sobbing on the ground.
"Do you take me for a fool?" He growled out, the blade still being helf in his left hand, albeit in a passive manner.
The middle aged girl’s eyes shut upon a glint of moonlight from the heavy sword entering her eye, a trembling hand fleeing to protect her face. From the crease of the elbow, she swallowed the sight of the knightly vampire highly annoyed with her news. “N-No sir! Of course not!” She squeaked, her back hunching up into a girl as she shied away from the sword in her stationary crouch. “T-This women told me report these news without delay! I-I don’t want an act of idiocy and laziness become the reason for the downfall of the colony!” She ended with a shrill note that stung among the ears of all occupying the room, the cold, silent room. “Please accept my apology!”
For just a second, Marissa lingers among a crowd of blood servants at the door, standing in the shadows.
She smiled, letting it erase itself with a wave of tension.
"*What* woman?" He demanded, the silver blade of the sword inching dangerously close to her throat.
A few, nameless women in the still crowd shrieked, cueing the presence of a quiet murmur amongst them all. Another begun sobbing, which was likely to be one of the girl’s friends or family.
“Please.” The girl on the floor rasped and pleaded as tears flooded her eyelids, one single tear would fall onto the tip of the sword’s blade. Her elbows shook, struggling to hold the women up. “I have a child and I’m about to be blessed with another….please, please… I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my life.”
"Then. Tell. Me. Who. Told. You. There. Were. Werewolves." He seethed, teeth clenched together as the blade just grazed over her throat.
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The servant’s chin neared her neck, serving as a reflex as a single line of blood would dot the sketch his sword would provide her. The women looked up, once, with her pair of brown eyes blazing in the moonlight. Her pupils would widen, the fear her face shredded would be unforgettable.
“I don’t know sir. S-she had hair darker than blonde.”
Alexandre only scoffed, wordless. "Is that *all* you can offer me?" He hissed in disbelief. "I want her sent to the dungeons, she can meet the blade on the 'morrow." He said coldly, as if discussing a business deal rather than someone's life.
Two Vampires quietly took the girl, one on each arm and began dragging her away, where she would be subsequently executed the following morning.
Alexandre watched, his cold, dead eyes filled with a harsh fury; like the bitter-chill of winter.
Nooo, nooo A few wails gobbled up by the violent conversations among the crowd: She didn’t do anything!, How Harsh, Best to seem them wolves yonder with yer’ own eyes, said a few among them all.
Marissa was one among the few. “You fool!” The words rolled off of her tongue in a harsh whisper, deserving the glances of the few servants surrounding her before she too, shoved her way through the crowd towards the front lines. She didn’t stare at Alexandre with question but mountains of fury, yet her own conscience would not yet settle in.
These sounds faded into not one sound at all, nor a muscle left to move. They all stared at Alexandre with fear In their eyes as they made a path for the two vampires and the screaming women. But no one dared to question him and quickly resumed Lord Giles’s morning preparations. No one besides Marissa’s lingering stare.
"Your little 'games' cost lives." Alexandre rebuked Marissa, that calm, smooth tone back in his voice as quickly as it had left. "When the time comes, just remember when to deal." He hissed, a small, slightly amused glint in his eyes.
Marissa gave the vampire a once-over, dealing out her cards of disbelief and a pokerface, attempting hide that he actually got to her. The collective murmurs that surrounded her irritated her and she made a swatting motion with her hand, as if to swat away flies. It was useless, combined with Mr. Protector whom had just sentenced a death, really. Lord giles was close, so the raven haired women stood next to him casually, placing her hands at her sides as if they were having a friendly, casual conversation. Of course, this was far from the truth, as she spoke in a low hushed tone. “ Don’t go pointing fingers already, Alexandre, I cannot be the only fun one out of all the blood servants. However, I wonder when my games will cost yours. “ Her eyes touched his, dry of emotion. One question hung off the tip of her tongue that he restrained with a bite. It haunted her. Why hadn’t he sent her?
"Observe. Learn. And react." Was all he said, a small, cruel smile on his lips. "Let this be a lesson. I do not toy or play around." He hissed, bending down slightly to look her dead in the eyes.
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Alexandre looked down subtly as a single servant approached him, beckoning that the Patriarch wished to speak with him. Alexadre offered a curt nod before following the servant into Lord Giles' bedchambers.
Alexandre crouched down into a kneeling position. "What would you have of me, my lord?" He asked, humbled before the much older Vampire.
Clouds of blood servants bussed inside and outside of the room of the Lord Giles, some fitting him with clothes as others attended to the colony’s numerous needs. The room barked with many voices, the Lord’s soaring over all. Most of them looked minds, troubled, and so busy over the smallest manners in life to Marissa J'Francis Lopez. How could they fall into this regime every morning without a little need for fun or more disturbances ?
Outside of the room, Marissa roughly pulled aside a passing blood servant about to enter the grand room, to the corner where herself and Alexandre had awaited the Lord’s awakening. She whispered into the girl’s ear harshly, with a tiny lie of some sort. “Hey…”
Around 30 seconds later, a blood curdling shriek sounded from the entrance as that same slave skittered over to the feet of Alexandre and Lord Giles. She would collapse onto her knees with a sickening thud until she was positioned in a bow; her dark red hair would stick to her pale cheeks, slick with tears. This was a sore sight for all in the room, slowing down the processes of everything, as this scene would catch many eyes. “I’m sorry for intruding, Lords!! But it was reported to me that werewolfves are entering the manor!”
It was in one swift, fluid motion that Alexandre swept himself in front of the Patriarch defensively; drawing his sword, the sharp sound of the silver blade on the scabbard announcing its presence. The blade glinted in the soft moonlight, the edges seeming to glow an unnatural light.
Alexandre's posture was poised and ready, his feet spread apart, leather buckled shoes ground into the floor as he stood, staunch and indomitable. His pupils dilated not dissimilar to a cat as he looked about, his fangs elongating behind his lips as he hissed threateningly.
He stopped, appearing to sniff the air subtly; his eyes darting to look out of one of the windows. He tensed up tightly, stiffening up like a statue would as he turned sharply towards the young slave girl, still sobbing on the ground.
"Do you take me for a fool?" He growled out, the blade still being helf in his left hand, albeit in a passive manner.
The middle aged girl’s eyes shut upon a glint of moonlight from the heavy sword entering her eye, a trembling hand fleeing to protect her face. From the crease of the elbow, she swallowed the sight of the knightly vampire highly annoyed with her news. “N-No sir! Of course not!” She squeaked, her back hunching up into a girl as she shied away from the sword in her stationary crouch. “T-This women told me report these news without delay! I-I don’t want an act of idiocy and laziness become the reason for the downfall of the colony!” She ended with a shrill note that stung among the ears of all occupying the room, the cold, silent room. “Please accept my apology!”
For just a second, Marissa lingers among a crowd of blood servants at the door, standing in the shadows.
She smiled, letting it erase itself with a wave of tension.
"*What* woman?" He demanded, the silver blade of the sword inching dangerously close to her throat.
A few, nameless women in the still crowd shrieked, cueing the presence of a quiet murmur amongst them all. Another begun sobbing, which was likely to be one of the girl’s friends or family.
“Please.” The girl on the floor rasped and pleaded as tears flooded her eyelids, one single tear would fall onto the tip of the sword’s blade. Her elbows shook, struggling to hold the women up. “I have a child and I’m about to be blessed with another….please, please… I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my life.”
"Then. Tell. Me. Who. Told. You. There. Were. Werewolves." He seethed, teeth clenched together as the blade just grazed over her throat.
-
The servant’s chin neared her neck, serving as a reflex as a single line of blood would dot the sketch his sword would provide her. The women looked up, once, with her pair of brown eyes blazing in the moonlight. Her pupils would widen, the fear her face shredded would be unforgettable.
“I don’t know sir. S-she had hair darker than blonde.”
Alexandre only scoffed, wordless. "Is that *all* you can offer me?" He hissed in disbelief. "I want her sent to the dungeons, she can meet the blade on the 'morrow." He said coldly, as if discussing a business deal rather than someone's life.
Two Vampires quietly took the girl, one on each arm and began dragging her away, where she would be subsequently executed the following morning.
Alexandre watched, his cold, dead eyes filled with a harsh fury; like the bitter-chill of winter.
Nooo, nooo A few wails gobbled up by the violent conversations among the crowd: She didn’t do anything!, How Harsh, Best to seem them wolves yonder with yer’ own eyes, said a few among them all.
Marissa was one among the few. “You fool!” The words rolled off of her tongue in a harsh whisper, deserving the glances of the few servants surrounding her before she too, shoved her way through the crowd towards the front lines. She didn’t stare at Alexandre with question but mountains of fury, yet her own conscience would not yet settle in.
These sounds faded into not one sound at all, nor a muscle left to move. They all stared at Alexandre with fear In their eyes as they made a path for the two vampires and the screaming women. But no one dared to question him and quickly resumed Lord Giles’s morning preparations. No one besides Marissa’s lingering stare.
"Your little 'games' cost lives." Alexandre rebuked Marissa, that calm, smooth tone back in his voice as quickly as it had left. "When the time comes, just remember when to deal." He hissed, a small, slightly amused glint in his eyes.
Marissa gave the vampire a once-over, dealing out her cards of disbelief and a pokerface, attempting hide that he actually got to her. The collective murmurs that surrounded her irritated her and she made a swatting motion with her hand, as if to swat away flies. It was useless, combined with Mr. Protector whom had just sentenced a death, really. Lord giles was close, so the raven haired women stood next to him casually, placing her hands at her sides as if they were having a friendly, casual conversation. Of course, this was far from the truth, as she spoke in a low hushed tone. “ Don’t go pointing fingers already, Alexandre, I cannot be the only fun one out of all the blood servants. However, I wonder when my games will cost yours. “ Her eyes touched his, dry of emotion. One question hung off the tip of her tongue that he restrained with a bite. It haunted her. Why hadn’t he sent her?
"Observe. Learn. And react." Was all he said, a small, cruel smile on his lips. "Let this be a lesson. I do not toy or play around." He hissed, bending down slightly to look her dead in the eyes.
I like it, Fox! Should be an interesting character to join in the mix!
Collaboration between Ghost Shadow, Missy, and Asuna Wolf
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Alexandre's eyes narrowed dangerously as she not-so-subtly insulted him. "Well then, as you are new; I'll let you off with a warning: We can pluck humans from anywhere as our servants...you're nothing special to the colony. And if you are deemed unworthy by the patriarch, you will be...removed." He said threateningly, his voice turning into little more than a hushed whisper, filled with malice.
Marissa’s lips parted with slight awe as he bled his advice to her. However, she wouldn’t give him the enjoyment of seeing him move her, so she started at the wall, twirling her black locks around her finger once, as if she was without a care in the word. She did this silently even after he had finished, letting the silence carrying long enough for him to even question if he was going to gain her acknowledgement. If anything, he had gained an odd breed of respect from her.
“Sir.” Marissa mused, abruptly facing his direction and moving towards him, close enough for it to socially be unacceptable. She raised her chin, breathing softly as she stared the vampire in his eyes, building slight tension. “Your trench coat. One of your buckles is not fastened.” Without wasting time, she lowered her eyes to it as her deft fingers began fastening the straps. With the first word of her hushed sentence, she pulled the strap through the buckle roughly ( and gently enough so it wouldn’t damage the coat. ) “Anyone can stab someone one. Living or dead. But the dead cannot give blood.” She finished, looking at him beneath her mascara coated eyelashes. She stood on her toes, to vilely whisper her poison into his ears. “And without blood, a vampire is nothing. Special, so special, you are.”
Alexandre could do little but tilt his head slowly to the side at her, his eyes betraying the calm demeanor he still upheld; as rage seemed to boil in the bright blue orbs. But benig over 400 years old had its advantages, and Alexandre learned how to keep his emotions in check.
"Mark my words, girl." He began, spitting the last word out like it were poison. "I am more merciful than the others around here. Were I not feeling especially benevolent, I'd carve your tongue from your maw right here. But I quite like this rug." He added, looking down as if to emphasize his point.
“Oh, girl now, huh?!” She exclaimed, stepping back and raising her arms up like someone would do in the movies when they were surprised or frightened. She placed one hand over her heart- Her expression, surprised, but her voice, filled with sarcasm., “Now that’s one step up from being called a mortal!” Marissa’s eyes danced with amusement, toying with his as she was catching onto his rage. “I’m quite confident that there are messier things you can partake in with me than carving out my tongue, are there not? Other wise, you’d make a sorry excuse as the ‘All-knowing protector’,” She said, emphasizing the nickname dramatically to give it a sarcastic edge. “Why would you want to mess up a rug ? There’s no fun in that.”
"You are not the first one who chose not to take my threats seriously, my dear...but there is a reason the choosing for Royal Protector is very...sensitive." He said coldly, his mouth curved into a deep frown; lines already setting on his face, though this did little to offset his youthful, if not sickly, appearance.
Alexandre’s response threw Marissa a curveball, he no longer fed her fire, rather kept it where it was. “Uh…” She blinked at him in deep confusion once as a hand accompanied by green fingernails went to smooth down her skirt. Her ridiculing expressions were no more, revealing her innocent features beneath them. “ What happened to the ones who didn’t take your threats seriously? And…. How exactly do blood servants work? Do they end up choosing one person or they are shared or…whatever that case is? Are vampires allowed to kill them freely?”
Alexandre couldn't help but chuckle haughtily, no genuine amusement in his tone; more like one was laughing at a foolish animal that had trapped itself. "You treat me as though I'm a reckless and young boy. That will not do at all. Your...flirtatious whims do not work on me, and quite frankly I'm offended at the notion that you thought they would. I was born in 1406." He finished, though this time his tone lacked anything but harshness.
“I asked questions.” She mumbled dryly, her eyes lifeless of character ,”I didn’t ask to suck it.” As her words progressed onwards, they were rich of the sense of irritation. “I believe it should be the other way around. Now please, attend to my questions about my job. If you wanted to get to know each other, or any human for that matter, I suggest you start with another fact that doesn’t include you being 500 years older.”
"I have found in my experience that an expression can tell more than any amount of words." Alexandre replied, his tone turning thoughful for a moment.
"Your job is to act as a servant of the colony. An extension of our will into the...mortal world. You will tell no one of your work, you will not tell anyone *anything* about us. You are our...sleeper agent." He decided on with a small grin, one of dark contempt.
"An aware and...fully subservient sleeper agent. Let's keep it that way."
“Come again.” Her reply was threatening, as if she was daring him to repeat the last thing he has said. “Yes, I know how to stay silent believe it or not, so don’t let that be a concern of yours. As far as I know, blood servant literally means a person who gives blood and only that.” She bit her bottom lip during a spike of anger that begun to slowly simmer inside the young, thin girl. “Would it be against the rules to choose one person only, that I become a ‘subservient sleeper agent’, whilst blood is free game? “
"You serve the colony. Not one member. You are...shared." He said, searching for the proper word. "The Patriarch is the head of the colony, his word is law. And you're there as a mobile blood source and slave. Best remember your place." He hissed
He was interrupted, however, by the harrowing ring of the wall-mounted telephone a few rooms down. To most humans, it would have only been a small, unnoticeable ring; but his ehanced senses made it impossible to ignore.
He strode away from Marissa without another word, lifting the receiver from its mount and putting it to his ear. "What is it?" Was all he said, his smooth, courteous tone still prevalent, however.
As the the voice echoed on the other side, Silver suddenly shuddered as if a icey wind had passed straight through her very body. Had she had a beating heart, his voice would surely had skipped a beat. And normally she was the intimidating force of a conversation.
¨This is the RBUC Peacekeeper Silver. My assistant called a moment ago about your fellow colony mate Dolf...i believe she said that you where..the lord protector?¨ She quickly snatched a cup of the blood from her coffee mug standing next to her. The bloods fresh taste cleared her somewhat sore throat and she gave away a litte ¨¨Athem¨¨ as it ran down.
"You are correct." Alexandre curtly responded, acknowledging her claiming him as the 'Lord Protector'. "Your reputation precedes you, Silver. They call you one of the RBUC's most...useful agents. I do hope your conversation with Mr. Herrold Dolf was pleasurable." He said, sarcasm practically dripping in his voice. He knew what an absolute pain the narcissistic Vampire could be, and frankly couldn't wait for whatever punishment Lord Giles would inflict on him.
Silver sighed
¨Dolf has commited several crimes that are of major concern. First he commited....you know what...i will be skipping protocol and give you the straight talk. Dolf is a menace and take it from me i know how us vampires deal with menaces. Its brutal and well fitting for the type of...for the lack of a better word man he is. But if you take him away from me you'd be shooting yourself in the knee. You see...¨¨ She paused....gather her mind...thought carefuly about her next move...She pulled out a small map with marked dots on them. Dots that pointed out several of the Noctilio ativites in the East End. Several of those dots, including today, had been a regular spot for Dolf to visit.
¨As we both know...perhaps even i more then you, Noctilio is a glorified mafia. Now that would not matter to you so much unless i perhaps shoud share the fact that Dolf has been a regular paton of several...lets say unsavory bussniesses that Noctilio is owning.¨ She paused waiting for a response. To see if he was interested or if he already knew what was going on....
Alexandre offered little but a soft growl, keeping his composure. "I see...no doubt the Patriarch will be...most interested in hearing this news. We are a colony, not a prison. It would be against our purpose to keep one such as him chained...like a dog." His use of the word 'dog' practically screamed his reference to Lycans.
"Keep him in your headquarters for now. When Lord Giles decides what to do with him, you will receive a messenger carrying or clan's sigil." He informed coldly.
Perfect...Silver had just what she needed. This Lord Protector gentlemen had indeed the same gut reaction she had. Now Dolf was ripe for the picking. Silver made a quick gesture to Maria who had moved next to her. Putting her hand on the phone so if Mr. Protector would not be hearing them
¨Get me a Barrister...and fast. Dolf will be staying for a while.¨ Smiling, Maria quickly shutterd off as Silver returned to the phone with a far more less frustrated voice.
¨That is indeed good news. The only good news i heard all day coming from vampires such as ourselves. I think this rather puts a good ending to our conversation. I will bid you good day.¨ She puts down the telephone and drinks up the last of the blood with a smile on her face. That asshole in the cell was now hers to do brutally get out all the info she would ever need. A good day .
"Yes, quite." Alexandre bluntly replied, hanging up the receiver just as she did. "That organization of...toy soldiers never fails in raising an issue." He snarled under his breath. If there was one thing important to Clan Desmodontinae it was their reputation, their power. The last thing they needed was a scandal that one of their members was not only a regular visitor of brothels, but that they were owned by the *other* Vampire clan in London.
"Part of me feels sorry for the whelp." Alexandre commented, thinking of Dolf as he walked away from the phone, a small flicker of a smile on his lips.
When Alexandre was returning to his original spot, the fancy green lace ends of Marissa’s gown had swept around the corner of the hall they had come from.
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Alexandre's eyes narrowed dangerously as she not-so-subtly insulted him. "Well then, as you are new; I'll let you off with a warning: We can pluck humans from anywhere as our servants...you're nothing special to the colony. And if you are deemed unworthy by the patriarch, you will be...removed." He said threateningly, his voice turning into little more than a hushed whisper, filled with malice.
Marissa’s lips parted with slight awe as he bled his advice to her. However, she wouldn’t give him the enjoyment of seeing him move her, so she started at the wall, twirling her black locks around her finger once, as if she was without a care in the word. She did this silently even after he had finished, letting the silence carrying long enough for him to even question if he was going to gain her acknowledgement. If anything, he had gained an odd breed of respect from her.
“Sir.” Marissa mused, abruptly facing his direction and moving towards him, close enough for it to socially be unacceptable. She raised her chin, breathing softly as she stared the vampire in his eyes, building slight tension. “Your trench coat. One of your buckles is not fastened.” Without wasting time, she lowered her eyes to it as her deft fingers began fastening the straps. With the first word of her hushed sentence, she pulled the strap through the buckle roughly ( and gently enough so it wouldn’t damage the coat. ) “Anyone can stab someone one. Living or dead. But the dead cannot give blood.” She finished, looking at him beneath her mascara coated eyelashes. She stood on her toes, to vilely whisper her poison into his ears. “And without blood, a vampire is nothing. Special, so special, you are.”
Alexandre could do little but tilt his head slowly to the side at her, his eyes betraying the calm demeanor he still upheld; as rage seemed to boil in the bright blue orbs. But benig over 400 years old had its advantages, and Alexandre learned how to keep his emotions in check.
"Mark my words, girl." He began, spitting the last word out like it were poison. "I am more merciful than the others around here. Were I not feeling especially benevolent, I'd carve your tongue from your maw right here. But I quite like this rug." He added, looking down as if to emphasize his point.
“Oh, girl now, huh?!” She exclaimed, stepping back and raising her arms up like someone would do in the movies when they were surprised or frightened. She placed one hand over her heart- Her expression, surprised, but her voice, filled with sarcasm., “Now that’s one step up from being called a mortal!” Marissa’s eyes danced with amusement, toying with his as she was catching onto his rage. “I’m quite confident that there are messier things you can partake in with me than carving out my tongue, are there not? Other wise, you’d make a sorry excuse as the ‘All-knowing protector’,” She said, emphasizing the nickname dramatically to give it a sarcastic edge. “Why would you want to mess up a rug ? There’s no fun in that.”
"You are not the first one who chose not to take my threats seriously, my dear...but there is a reason the choosing for Royal Protector is very...sensitive." He said coldly, his mouth curved into a deep frown; lines already setting on his face, though this did little to offset his youthful, if not sickly, appearance.
Alexandre’s response threw Marissa a curveball, he no longer fed her fire, rather kept it where it was. “Uh…” She blinked at him in deep confusion once as a hand accompanied by green fingernails went to smooth down her skirt. Her ridiculing expressions were no more, revealing her innocent features beneath them. “ What happened to the ones who didn’t take your threats seriously? And…. How exactly do blood servants work? Do they end up choosing one person or they are shared or…whatever that case is? Are vampires allowed to kill them freely?”
Alexandre couldn't help but chuckle haughtily, no genuine amusement in his tone; more like one was laughing at a foolish animal that had trapped itself. "You treat me as though I'm a reckless and young boy. That will not do at all. Your...flirtatious whims do not work on me, and quite frankly I'm offended at the notion that you thought they would. I was born in 1406." He finished, though this time his tone lacked anything but harshness.
“I asked questions.” She mumbled dryly, her eyes lifeless of character ,”I didn’t ask to suck it.” As her words progressed onwards, they were rich of the sense of irritation. “I believe it should be the other way around. Now please, attend to my questions about my job. If you wanted to get to know each other, or any human for that matter, I suggest you start with another fact that doesn’t include you being 500 years older.”
"I have found in my experience that an expression can tell more than any amount of words." Alexandre replied, his tone turning thoughful for a moment.
"Your job is to act as a servant of the colony. An extension of our will into the...mortal world. You will tell no one of your work, you will not tell anyone *anything* about us. You are our...sleeper agent." He decided on with a small grin, one of dark contempt.
"An aware and...fully subservient sleeper agent. Let's keep it that way."
“Come again.” Her reply was threatening, as if she was daring him to repeat the last thing he has said. “Yes, I know how to stay silent believe it or not, so don’t let that be a concern of yours. As far as I know, blood servant literally means a person who gives blood and only that.” She bit her bottom lip during a spike of anger that begun to slowly simmer inside the young, thin girl. “Would it be against the rules to choose one person only, that I become a ‘subservient sleeper agent’, whilst blood is free game? “
"You serve the colony. Not one member. You are...shared." He said, searching for the proper word. "The Patriarch is the head of the colony, his word is law. And you're there as a mobile blood source and slave. Best remember your place." He hissed
He was interrupted, however, by the harrowing ring of the wall-mounted telephone a few rooms down. To most humans, it would have only been a small, unnoticeable ring; but his ehanced senses made it impossible to ignore.
He strode away from Marissa without another word, lifting the receiver from its mount and putting it to his ear. "What is it?" Was all he said, his smooth, courteous tone still prevalent, however.
As the the voice echoed on the other side, Silver suddenly shuddered as if a icey wind had passed straight through her very body. Had she had a beating heart, his voice would surely had skipped a beat. And normally she was the intimidating force of a conversation.
¨This is the RBUC Peacekeeper Silver. My assistant called a moment ago about your fellow colony mate Dolf...i believe she said that you where..the lord protector?¨ She quickly snatched a cup of the blood from her coffee mug standing next to her. The bloods fresh taste cleared her somewhat sore throat and she gave away a litte ¨¨Athem¨¨ as it ran down.
"You are correct." Alexandre curtly responded, acknowledging her claiming him as the 'Lord Protector'. "Your reputation precedes you, Silver. They call you one of the RBUC's most...useful agents. I do hope your conversation with Mr. Herrold Dolf was pleasurable." He said, sarcasm practically dripping in his voice. He knew what an absolute pain the narcissistic Vampire could be, and frankly couldn't wait for whatever punishment Lord Giles would inflict on him.
Silver sighed
¨Dolf has commited several crimes that are of major concern. First he commited....you know what...i will be skipping protocol and give you the straight talk. Dolf is a menace and take it from me i know how us vampires deal with menaces. Its brutal and well fitting for the type of...for the lack of a better word man he is. But if you take him away from me you'd be shooting yourself in the knee. You see...¨¨ She paused....gather her mind...thought carefuly about her next move...She pulled out a small map with marked dots on them. Dots that pointed out several of the Noctilio ativites in the East End. Several of those dots, including today, had been a regular spot for Dolf to visit.
¨As we both know...perhaps even i more then you, Noctilio is a glorified mafia. Now that would not matter to you so much unless i perhaps shoud share the fact that Dolf has been a regular paton of several...lets say unsavory bussniesses that Noctilio is owning.¨ She paused waiting for a response. To see if he was interested or if he already knew what was going on....
Alexandre offered little but a soft growl, keeping his composure. "I see...no doubt the Patriarch will be...most interested in hearing this news. We are a colony, not a prison. It would be against our purpose to keep one such as him chained...like a dog." His use of the word 'dog' practically screamed his reference to Lycans.
"Keep him in your headquarters for now. When Lord Giles decides what to do with him, you will receive a messenger carrying or clan's sigil." He informed coldly.
Perfect...Silver had just what she needed. This Lord Protector gentlemen had indeed the same gut reaction she had. Now Dolf was ripe for the picking. Silver made a quick gesture to Maria who had moved next to her. Putting her hand on the phone so if Mr. Protector would not be hearing them
¨Get me a Barrister...and fast. Dolf will be staying for a while.¨ Smiling, Maria quickly shutterd off as Silver returned to the phone with a far more less frustrated voice.
¨That is indeed good news. The only good news i heard all day coming from vampires such as ourselves. I think this rather puts a good ending to our conversation. I will bid you good day.¨ She puts down the telephone and drinks up the last of the blood with a smile on her face. That asshole in the cell was now hers to do brutally get out all the info she would ever need. A good day .
"Yes, quite." Alexandre bluntly replied, hanging up the receiver just as she did. "That organization of...toy soldiers never fails in raising an issue." He snarled under his breath. If there was one thing important to Clan Desmodontinae it was their reputation, their power. The last thing they needed was a scandal that one of their members was not only a regular visitor of brothels, but that they were owned by the *other* Vampire clan in London.
"Part of me feels sorry for the whelp." Alexandre commented, thinking of Dolf as he walked away from the phone, a small flicker of a smile on his lips.
When Alexandre was returning to his original spot, the fancy green lace ends of Marissa’s gown had swept around the corner of the hall they had come from.
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