How bold she was. How defiant. How reckless. How fucking stupid.

They almost all started out like her. Brave little soldiers determined to fight agianst Risque's control or his own demand for obedience. As if they believed they could somehow claw their way free of the veritable cesspool of darkness they had all but been dragged into. As if sheer willpower alone would somehow see them prevail like it did in the movies in a burst of glorious golden light. Yet the cure for all things was time- and it was there that his own species prevailed. Time had long since ceased to turn for him. He had no end. He and his beloved Mistress had forever to exact their desire upon those whom fell so piteously into their paths. Harley, like so many before her, was branded with that mortality. She aged every moment her sad little heart beat and every second of the clock hand that ticked monotonously by. Perhaps she was defiant now, but how defiant would she be in a year? In two? In ten? In fifty? Time, he was sure, so cured even the most defiant beings of that irritabel will if only because, in the end, time ravaged their bodies until they could no longer fight agianst him physically or mentally. Harley would break long, long before that- they always did, and yet- when that end game remained unchanged it so amused him to watch them struggle all the same. Darcy content to consider those very thoughts as he slipped one leather, silver studded glove into place before adjusting it with a precise, practiced care. The second following a moment later. It had been a while since he had required his 'Kitten' Training Gloves and yet how thirsty that silver surely was for the blood of something new.

He continued to ignore his new charge for several more moments, even despite that fluttering off her heart that betrayed her little act of fearlessness. She could pretend all the liked. Fear ran like sweat from the pores when it wa coaxed into being. No facade could truly hide it. Her heart as equally keen to betray her. His overly sensitive hearing more than capable of picking up upon its weak little flutter. Like a flickering flame in the wind- so easily snuffed out. It was almost unfortunate, really, that his Darling seemed to want this one. At least for now. She would likely tire off her soon. Risque often did. Perhaps he might convince his mistress to let him have the girl once her use or Risques amusement with her had expired. How many uses he might have for her- once her tongue was removed. It would be almost impolite not to answer her question really. Darcy content to peer over his shoulder then to afford her that cool, drawled response. Those mismatched eyes roving over her figure with little attempt made to hide that very gesture before he turned smoothly towards her, those heavy black boots echoing upon the floor as he crossed the room towards his new pet. Arley. She corrects him. With a H she says- and for a singular moment that mismatched gaze slices toward her with a near blade-like sharpness that betrays the notion she has made another mistake. One he will not forget and yet one that, for now, he merely leaves to hang within the air like the proverbial noose. His attention elsewhere.

He strolls easily around her then, examining her as if she was not more than a steer at a market. She was a tiny thing. Not at all his Mistresses usual style and yet once more it only leads him to believe that this tiny girl had, somehow, displeased his Lover enough to render this fate upon her. Perhaps he would have to ask what she had done. Perhaps he would ask Tetradore if only to make the man relive whatever nightmarish event had led to the woman's turning into that creature she now was. He returns easily to stand before her then, a singular finger forcing her head upward to meet his gaze. Sunglasses. How he loathed them if only for the limitation they provided his own affinity and yet- he saw little need to draw her attention to that notion just yet. It would be better if she remained naive to his single, exploitable weakness. Yet- that she had chosen, off her own volition, to wear sunglasses at night was a curious thing. Had someone forewarned her? Perhaps they had a rat amongst their ranks. Another thought for later. Harley bolder than most in that moment all the same as she met his gaze directly, mustering that defiance all over again. Her voice daring to be sarcastic. Oh how very much she had to learn about how things worked around here. Darcy exhaling softly.

"Day ain't threats, Kitty. Day promises."

How very wrong she was if she believed even one of those 'threats' was empty. Harley rambling on about the Bahamas then. Darcy content to exact that first lesson in obedience. His hand moving with vampiric speed to seize her throat. That silver chain that ran the length of his palm biting gleefully into her flesh until the scent of burning filled the air. How effortlessly it was to lift her from her feet. Darcy content to let barely the tips of her toes touch the ground as if tormenting her with how close to salvation she truly was before allowing that burning, choking sensation to increase all the more. He could almost taste her fear then. That predator within him revelling in it like a shark to a bloodied, open wound. Fear, panic, pain, anger, outrage. They hummed within her veins and her body like a siren call to that vampire that he was. It is almost like a drug. A glorious, intoxicating drug and for a single, precarious moment he contemplates merely continuing to hold her like this, to let her twist and flail and die if only to feel it and yet.....Risque would be displeased with him. He could not have that. How he loathed to have his Darling upset with him, to deny him or blood or her body or her favour. Harley so surely not the first Risque had 'saved' from the man if only via her very existence.

That singular warning not to question him again was snapped towards her with icy coldness- before her entire body was tossed aside like a rag doll. Darcy hardly caring whether she tumbled to the floor or managed to land upon her feet. The scent of blood permeating the air until he could near taste it on his tongue. That silver having bitten deeply. He can hear her breathing, almost a pant, Darcy far more aware off her then he truly let on as he loaded first one gun and then the other, slipping them into place at his belt while Harley struggled agianst that pain to regain control before at last managing to right herself. The vampire turning back towards her then with utter indifference. His gaze momentarily brushing over that burned, bleeding neck before reaching for the collar and leash Risque had scent with her. How very much that collar would irritate her neck in its current condition. Darcy affording her a choice then. How gracious he was. Harley insisting she could walk herself. Good. That collar and lead were easily tied around his own waist then like a macabre belt of sorts. His hand return to his own pet thn. Princess eagerly leaning into that touch before that singular whistle sent that little Lynx scrambling up his arm and onto his shoulder to sit like a tiny, perfect statue of judgemental perfection. Darcy allowing one finger to rub beneath her chin in surprising tenderness before Harley's rasping voice irritated his ears.

"Dun make me teach ya again not ta ask me stupid questions or I'll make dat burn last for a week. Come."

That singular command was all he cared to give her. Darcy stepping past her then to reach for the door, leaving it open in his wake for Harley to follow as he stepped out and into the hall. His own room, at the end, far larger than any of those others they passed. The very blood that stained Harley's neck drawing more then one vampire out of the shadows of those silent, cold corridors. His presence alone enough to prevent any of those lower ranking leeches from trying their luck. Princess, atop his shoulder, merely rotated to sit face Harley then. The little Lynx content to stare as before- as if acting as another pair of eyes for her vampiric Master as Darcy led the way down stairs and into only more of that network of corridors. The vampire lifted his key-card to several silver lined doors that slide open to allow them through. Syn a veritable maze and near impossible to escape without either a key-card or an intimate knowledge of those tunnels. The trio at last stepping out and into the parking lot. The young blonde vampire woman who stood guard at that door offering Darcy a ready grin. A pair of keys held upward in her hand as she jingled them towards him. Darcy baby, your giiiiirlfriend left these for you. Ooooh, is this the new one Risque mentioned? Lorali gestured readily toward Harley then as Darcy took those keys from her that Risque had left for him. Both vampires turning to examine Harley once more, speaking as if the woman was hardly there, as if she hardly matter- because she didn't.

"Yar, Tetty-Bear made 'er apparently."
How is she? What's her name? She's pretty.
"Arley. Lil bit back-chatty, we'll fix it. I'm gunna check out 'Aunt. 'Ave some of da boys on stand-by for da night. Dun reckon I'll need 'em. Tybalt's 'bout as capable of givin me a fight as bloody Ian but he mighta gotta someone new by now."
I'll let em know, Babe. Risque wants you back no later than four.
"Where is she now?"
Getting her nails re-done.
"I like nail night, she's always in a good mood after dat. I should be back by three I reckon."
Wish she's let me use her nail stylist. Mine's shit. Alright, Night Darc, night Princess, bye Arley!

Lorali easily returned to her chair by that door, the blonde crossing one long leg over the other before picking up her own nail file and returning back to that delicate job of maintaining her own nails. Lorali, despite her affectionate, almost bright nature- was one of the few vampires in that bar Darcy found tolerable. Even if only because she was female. The man distinctly less....aggressive towards those more feminine members off his own species. If only because they were hardly rivals for his lovers attention. Besides, the woman was very near a succubus and distinctly good at her job. Darcy lifted those keys easily, his fingers pressing down on the button as one of those sleek black town cars unlocked. The vampire leading the way towards it only to pause as Harley moved toward that passenger side door. That chiding tone finding his voice once more.

"Ah, ah, ah, Arley. Dat's cute if ya think yar sittin in da front seat. Dat ain't for ya. Git in da back ya idiot."

He gestured readily to that rear door then. Harley hardly moving fast enough for his own liking, his hand reaching out once more like a veritable lighting strike to seize the young womans ear between his thumb and finger. Darcy content to use the appendage to drag Harley backward and all but toss her agianst that door. Fucking Weres. So fucking slow. He opened that drivers side door with ease to settle himself in that drivers seat then. Princess leaping from his shoulder to take up her place in the passenger seat. That tiny Lynx kitten appearing almost comical on such a large seat. The car revved to life beneath his hands. Darcy waiting only so long as it took Harley to begrudgingly get into the car before he pulled effortlessly out of the parking lot and onto the main road. That vehicle rapidly picking up speed then. Coaxed by far more than merely his foot on the accelerator. The vampire guiding that car with an....unnatural, expert precision and one that seemed near effortless, as if driving was a mere afterthought. Darcy glanced briefly in that rear-view mirror, a short, sharp whistle leaving his lips. This one different then any he had used so far. Harley appearing to have no reaction. Hmm. She would learn to respond to whistles in time. Darcy whistling again now.

"Arley!"

That, it seemed, had gotten the woman's attention. Darcy content to repeat that training method over and over until she understood that specific low whistle so demanded her attention upon him. Her eyes meeting his own in that rear vision mirror then.

"Wat did ya do ta piss Risque off, eh? Ya woudn't be 'ere less ya did somethin'. What was it?"

d a r c y
and i'll stay alive, just to follow you home