damon marcello

Something had to be done about that damn parasite. Oh yes, Damon had heard the rumors of a pest of sorts that liked to hang around the bar and feed off his clientele. They liked to tell him gran stories about it when they got to drinking and even though Isolt had tried dampen it down some, he was pissed that the roach had even thought he could steal a meal from her. That was the last straw. He knew the vampire wasn't coming into the bar so much because since he'd started keeping tabs on him, he'd stopped appearing. At first Damon thought he'd gotten wise and found a new hunting ground but no, the complaints kept rolling in. If this kept up, business would start suffering. Vampires aren't going to want to keep spending their money at a place where they get harassed on the way home on a regular. That just didn't bode well for Red on the Water. So he was going to do something about it.

He'd decided to find a niche outside the doors to sit and wait. He watched for shadows moving or unfamiliar smells but so far the night had been quiet. He could just make out Isolt's lovely silhouette through the glass doors. A soft sigh of contentment fell from his lips. He could enjoy that view all night, but he knew better than to get distracted. As if to prove his point, he heard rustling in the back alley behind the pub. Of course that's where a dirty vampire sucker like him would hunt. He should have thought of that. Damon skulked, making his presence all but unknown, he could be nothing more than shadow when he focused, after centuries of practice. He peeked around the corner of the building, just making out his favorite busboy Lucas slumping down to the ground with said parasite on his arm. Disgusting. He scowled, his brows furrowing as his eyes darkened.

He waited till the vampire was good and full. He could tell by the slow movement that Lucas was still alive, if even barely. He could bring him back with his own blood. But first he had to deal with this...rodent. He watched as the vampire then had the audacity to go through Lucas' pockets, finally coming up with his tips envelope. His lips curled. So a thief of more than blood, how adequate. Waiting till the vampire was good and distracted counting the cash, he moved in closer, but a cat behind him almost lost him his cover. Hissing at something in the shadows, it knocked over a can and took off running and the vampire looked up, alerted. Damon cursed under his breath and ducked into the shadows just in time, waiting till the vampire was counting again before he twitched his wrist, sending an invisible blade across the vampire's wrist, enough to make him drop the envelope before he stepped out of the shadows.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to touch something that's clearly not your own?"

He stopped beside Lucas, scowling thoughtfully down at his employee. Hopefully the young vamp wouldn't sue over this. Of course, a simple eye contact session and he would forget all about it anyway. He focused back on the other vampire, his power practically humming around him as he kept himself connected to all the waves of kinetic energy in the surrounding area.

"What made you think it would be a good idea to use my coven's business as your hunting grounds? Didn't anyone ever teach you proper etiquette?"

He started slowly absorbing energy, causing the street lamps overhead to flicker and hum. Even Red on the Water started fluctuating, the lights seeming to buzz wildly with energy. He wasn't quite calling it to him yet but it was right there on the tip of his fingers. He could even feel energy emenating from the vampire himself, making him wonder what sorts of lovely powers he owned that Damon could feed off of. He tilted his head a little.

"If you're going to steal from my employees and therefore, from me, you could at least give me your name. I'm Damon."