i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

The Dark Hunter was nothing short of swift in his movements, the scent of Matteo's blood so permeating the alleyway and yet, he hardly held an ounce of concern for his fae companion. After all, the Frenchman was more than capable of knitting together the sinew and skin back to its pristine state should he desire. It was a distraction, and nothing more. The cloying of that metallic smell merely meant to pull the entirety of the vampire's attention and, in turn, provide Alexander that means to strike. How....displeasing it was to be reduced to merely subduing the vampire when his own instincts so readily were prepared to strike at the creature's heart. Alexander's own arm embraced Damon's neck quite in the same moment as the Frenchman's words, his hand purposefully pulling upwards to keep those fangs from touching his own flesh as his foot collided into the back of the creature's knee, clearly intending to push the vampire on his knees. After all, Alexander's own strength was far more capable at rivaling a vampire's own then his fae companion. That knife that appeared within his hand was hardly ideal and yet, he hardly wished to test the limits of his assumptions on the vampire's affinity just yet. No - it was better to strike with certainty before venturing to test the theories of his own soul bound blades.

Although Alexander was scarcely in the position to see that scowl upon Damon's lips, his own affinity informed him well in advance of the man's power. He had no sooner placed the creature in that position he desired before those familiar, though rarely heard Greek tones reached out to him, informing the man of what he was already well assured of. "Ξέρω." (I know.) He muttered, though it hardly mattered if Matteo heard him as he jumped backward, the Dark Hunter surprisingly quick given his age. Thanks entirely to his immortality, he remained nothing short of nimble, as he effortlessly dodged that blast of energy. It was unfortunate, perhaps, that such an evasion also required the Dark Hunter release the vampire from his grasp. His blue-green irises fluttered towards the Fae behind Damon, briefly eying that small gesture Matteo gave him. His head bobbed slightly in understanding, only for the Frenchman to disappear from view all together again. A soft sigh left his lips as his gaze refocused upon the vampire himself - his hand reaching out for a new weapon. That Spear felt far more at home within his palm then that plastic blade. It was time to test his theory on the very extents of Damon's power. His movements were purposeful as he prowled around the creature, purposefully attempting to maneuver Damon to that very place he knew the fae would reappear.

"If you don't make this so difficult, I won't have to kill you." He informed Damon, entirely willing to play distraction as he merely waited for Matteo's reappearance. He shifted forward, as if he intended to strike the vampire only for, thankfully, the familiar sight of the Frenchman to fill his vision behind their intended prey. He had never been so grateful for the sight of the silver tipped needle as Matteo aimed for Damon's neck. It was only once that injection had been swiftly delivered to Damon's bloodstream that the Dark Hunter's clearly aggressive stance shifted to something far more lackadaisical. He easily stepped back from the vampire at Matteo's prompting, that weapon disappearing as quickly as he had summoned it. "Ελπίζω ÏŒÏ"ι είναι Ï"όσο καλό όσο ισχÏ...ρίζεσÏ"ε. Θα μπορούσε να αποδειχθεί ÏŒÏ"ι είναι πρόβλημα διαφορεÏ"ικά." (I hope it is as good as you claim. He could prove to be a problem otherwise.) Alexander muttered in response, his tongue all too easily finding those syllables despite how rarely now that Greek was spoken. How he missed the very sound of his native tongue! His blue-green irises remained steadfast upon Damon all the same, as if prepared to handle the worst and yet, it was Matteo's assurances that Sebastian's venom might render the vampire aroused that caused his gaze to shift. "What?" He inquired, his eyebrow-raising only for the Dark Hunter to take another step backward. "Suddenly your desire to see Giselle makes far more sense," Alexander muttered, speaking of that very night in which Matteo had been sent to collect the very venom that now raged within Damon's system. How curious this was going to be.