He was as aware of her as she was of him in those precarious moments in which Randall hurried out of the room and Darcy returned to the slow extraction of his meal. That marrow by far the tastiest part. That blood cell rich coagulation appealing to that vampiric side off himself as much as that meatiness seemed to stir some satisfaction in whatever shred off his humanity remained. This....girl was not what he had anticipated. Females of any kind were rare for his beloved Risque. His Mistress so often seeming to prefer to surround herself with men- much to his own chargrain- and yet he knew readily there would be a reason for it. To have Tetradore turn the little dolt surely indicated some hint of displeasure. Some need for revenge. What this tiny, frail looking little girl had done to earn the ire of the veritable Queen of the Damned he hardly knew and yet it concerned him little in the end. If his Darling so desired she be trained- then trained she would be. Those words so at last leaving his lips then only for the girl to ignore him. Hmm. How very bold off her. Darcy content to speak a second time, what remained of the bone within his hand hurled with force at her head as an unmistakable means of getting her attention. Harley forced to fly from the chair and send it clattering to the ground in an effort to avoid that bone cracking open her own skull. The woman rounded on him with fire then. Her voice practically seething as his own lip quirks ever so slightly upward. His mismatched gaze narrowing in near the same moment. It had been a long time since his Darling had sent him anything this....lively to play with.

"Tempa'....tempa'...."

He chides in that easy drawl. His fingers reached to lazily pick up the knife that rested beside him then, turning it about within his fingers as if debating whether or not she deserved to have the sharpened weapon launched towards her in a further example of his own displeasure at her ignorance. Her eyes never leave that blade and he knows well he has her attention so firmly where he desires it for now. Darcy continuing to twist it about as he presents her that question a second time and she offers him a readily sarcastic answer. Dear oh dear. It would seem she had inherited all of her 'sires' stubborn fire and yet none off his sense for when to remain silent. Tetradore's ability to shut up perhaps the only redeeming factor of the man he all but loathed with every fibre off his being. Would it hurt Tetradore if he hurt this one? Was she connected to her Maker the way a Vampire was to his? He suspected not and yet still the thought lingered within his mind to simmer and seeth for the evening. Perhaps he would test it later, just to see.Those goading words she offered him achieving little reaction save for that quirk off his lips once more as if some vague amusement had presented itself to him. The tip of that knife was placed precisely upon the black bed sheet he reclined upon. Darcy content to turn the handle, rotating that tip as if curious to see how far he could drive it before the knife punctured the sheet itself. The art of precision. The vampire appearing nearly perversely fascinated with it. His strangely coloured gaze lifting suddenly to Harley once more. Lost her appetite for a few days had she? Darcy affording her a simple shrug.

"Then ya won't eat for a few days."

Those words were uttered simply, blankly, without a emotion. A statement of the truth. Not a question. Though what exactly he meant remained to be seen. Darcy not the sort of man inclined to elaboration at the best of times- especially not to a servent. After all, that's what she was, wasn't it? Another pathetic, meaningless, sad little cat Risque had plucked from the streets. Something to be used until she no longer had use and then disposed off like the thousands before her. She was worth nothing. She meant nothing. She was a pet. And the sooner she learned her place the easier her sad little life would be. Darcy rose effortlessly from that bed then. Princess leaping from his knee settle herself upon the end of the bed, her paws folded neatly beneath her in that fashion unique to cats alone. The little Lynx kitten content to continue to eye Harley as if in renewed protest of the woman existing in their room at all. The vampire crossed easily toward his desk then, that knife flicked easily downward to slam into the table, embedding itself in the wood with that handle jutting upward to reach for once more at his convenience. Those marks that littered the table readily indicating this was not the first knife he'd imbedded within it. Darcy reaching for that leather jacket that hung over the back of his desk chair then, shrugging it on and into place. Harley once more ignored. At least until she made the error of reminding him she existed with her words. His gaze slicing suddenly back towards her. Naaw how thin that ice she walked. That room becoming near dangerously quiet for several moments- before a soft exhale parted his lips.

He moved easily to pull out the draw of his desk, a pair of fingerless black gloves plucked from within, the vampire pulling that left glove on first, followed by the right. The silver studs embedded within that leather so easily reflecting within the dim light off the room. That thin silver chain that ran from wrist to pinky and around his entire palm distinctly clear. The man adjusting those gloves with care to prevent any of that silver touching his own skin. Oh, she had asked a question hadn't she? Perhaps he should answer it.

"Me voice 'as always been like dis. Long as I've been alive which is a damn long time. Nothin' fake 'bout it. 'Arley innit?"

He turned back toward her then, glancing over his shoulder, his lips parted just so as if to taste the air around her like a snake. His tongue toying absentmindedly with the tip of his doubled left fang. The vampire seeming to consider a moment before strolling smoothly towards her once more. Darcy, this time, content to circle around her, his gaze roving over her form as if she was no more than a steer at a livestock market.
"Let's 'ave a look at ya then."

She was a tiny thing. Next to his own six foot frame she was very nearly dwarfed. How curious it would be to see how long that fire lasted within her. An hour, two hours, the end of the night? His Darling so often made curious choices in her toys. Something this lively was rare. How he both abhorred having to work to break something and yet too, how he relished in the challenge. Darcy pausing in front of the woman once more as she fixed him with yet another defiant glare. His hand reaching out now to rest one finger beneath her chin, tilting her head upward and so forcing her to meet his gaze.

"We have a job ta do tonight, Kitty. Yar gunna 'elp me. Ya do it right and ya get to live. Ya do it wrong and I report to Risque that you ain't worth keepin' and she'll get rid of ya like she did da last one I told 'er was no good. Ya understandin' me, Kitty?"

That simper more easily found his lips then, those teeth flashing once more in the gloom, his finger slipping away from beneath her chin and yet how very much he enjoyed being unpredictable. His hand suddenly and abruptly seizing her throat with vampiric speed. That silver chain wrapped around his palm pressed firmly agianst her skin with the very gesture. Darcy more then content to let it burn for those precarious seconds as he all but lifted the woman from the floor until barely her toes touched it. Maybe he could make her cry.

"Dun ask me any more fucking stupid questions. I ain't the patience for it."

Harley was all but tossed aside like ragdoll. Whether or not she managed to land on her feet or go skidding across that floor he hardly cared. Darcy striding over to his dresser then, the vampire hardly concerned with her in any sense. Darcy paying not more attention to her then he did the rug beside his bed. Those two antique (and yet very functional) hand guns taken from the top of the dresser then, the vampire checking to assure both were fully loaded before snapping both barrels into place at once. Those guns slipped into the holsters either side off his belt, his jacket flipped over to conceal them from view before he turned back to his bed to grasp Harley's collar and leash from it. That silver studded collar relatively...plain. Hmm Risque did not favour this pet then- at least- not yet. Darcy holding that leash and collar up and towards the dark-haired girl now.

"Are you gunna walk or am I gunna drag ya? Dun think I won't put this on ya even in dat form and drag ya 'round behind me. I ain't give a damn. So either ya can follow all obedient like or I'll drag ya with dis."

His free hand shifted toward the bed then to stroke Princess' fur. The little Lynx rising from her place to rub agianst his hand, her back arching into his caress as that rumbling purr echoed from within the depths off her chest. Darcy extending his arm a little more then. Another whistle, this one short and sharp, readily seeing the kitten scramble up his arm to rest on his shoulder. Her head butting against his own in clear affection that was near a stark contrast to the cruelty of the vampire himself. Princess' gaze resting on Harley once more with every bit of judgement still. Darcy rubbing his finger beneath her chin. The little Lynx's paws content to knead agianst the leather at his shoulder. The vampire eyeing Harley expectantly now. She should know by now he didn't like to repeat himself.....


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and i'll stay alive, just to follow you home