He had always known Tybalt was a fool. He simply hadn't anticipated how much of one. The other vampire so effortlessly falling for that ruse. As if Darcy had any real desire to leave Syn and his darling Risque whom meant....the world to him. The idea that he would betray her was luderious and yet even Harley seemed to fall for that ploy. The little dolt protesting his decision by kicking a chair across the room in some sort of dramatic attempt at displaying her irritation. It hardly took a moment for Ray to return with that contract, Darcy content to look it over as if he truly cared. Harley's efforts to view that paper not lost upon him and yet he paid his pet little heed beyond that demand that she belonged to him and no one else. After all, he needed his little game to be believable. This surely added a manner of believability. His patience for this place however was rapidly beginning to run out. His patience for Tybalt equally so. The man's presence was a mere insult- and how quickly that violent intent rose within him the moment Ray peered over that place within the contract he pointed to. It was all-too easy to rise and grip the man's hair. To slam him down over and over again atop that pen like it was a veritable dagger until screams and blood filled the air, until that crimson liquid coated the desk and Darcy himself. Little more than that fleeting simper dancing upon his lips in some macabre display of sickening satisfaction he took from that very act before Ray was at last allowed to slump to the ground and that newly bloodied contract was held back towards Tybalt with the insistence he needed a new one. Harley's single uttered curse word a near perfect voice over to that very scene of bloodied ruin.

That final act however- was the veritable match to the powder keg of tension that had existed within the room since Darcy had first walked in- and why shouldn't it have? Tybalt was territorial and on edge. Darcy so rarely the bearer of good news in any sense. Those words they exchanged lasting barely a moment before those spitting growls hissed into the air and both vampires collided. That very impact was near bone jarring. Darcy hurled backwards onto Tybalt's desk, Tybalt sent rocketing into that brick wall that crumbled around him. Darcy the first to right himself and how terribly...un-human he looked in that moment. His figure poised and tensed like a jungle cat, those wicked fangs bared in clear readiness for that next assault before his head so suddenly jerked toward Harley with that command to find those bank records. The woman, for once, seeming almost eager to obey his command. Darcy holding little time to revel in the moment off her servitude before Tybalt lunged at him once more. Both men, this time, slamming into the ground. Those animalistic growls reverberating about the office before Darcy's teeth found purchase in Tybalt's arm. Those ravaging fangs ripping and tearing down to the tendon as Tybalt flailed in an effort to force him to release his hold. That makeshift stake the cowboy held collided firmly with Darcy's shoulder, that ip driven into the bone in that badly aimed shot and yet it was enough to force his jaws to part and release his opponents arm.

Tybalt was quick to make use of both arms then. His position on top affording him that controlling advantages his hands seized Darcy's throat with every intent to snap his neck in two. How he loathed that choking sensation. That press of Tybalt's hands threatening to crush his throat at any moment and yet- that request for last words prompted him to offer just that. That singular, French word he had learned from his beloved parting his lips then. Princess, within his jacket, doing just as she was trained to do. That confusion on Tybalt's features clear before that Lynx burst free in a storm of tiny teeth and claws to latch onto the cowboys face. Tybalt reeled backwards and away from him. Darcy rolling smoothly to his fault the mere moment he was free before launching his own counterattack, crash tackling into Tybalt once more as both crashed through that wooden office door and that music exploded around them. Those roaring, snarling vampires and flying wood shards the catalyst for that all-out riot that seemed to ensure. The screams of patrons pierced the night air as they bolted for the door. Tybalt's vampires hampered by the escaping public as panic and chaos seemed to reign. His own mismatched gaze slid briefly away from the man pinned beneath him to eye those dancing girls as they leapt from the bar to head for the office in pursuit of Harley. Darcy wrestling free one of those guns to discharge that singular shot and take out at least one of those girls to give his feline a sporting chance in the very least. Darcy hardly having the time to see how that panned out. Harley better not fucking die.

Tybalt roared beneath him then, one hand at last managing to grasp Princess before launching the unfortunate Lynx kitten across the room with that command to kill the fucking thing. Tybalt's face was scratched to ribbons, those lines of blood streaking his features as he aimed a right hook upwards that slammed forcibly into Darcy's jaw. That hiss of disdain was spat free from his lips. Darcy lunging forward then, his teeth aimed for the right side of Tybalt's face with every intention of doing just what he did best and tearing that man apart piece by piece. That shriek from Tybalt as Dary's teeth connected with his cheek echoed around that room. The cowboy freeing one hand enough to hook his fingers within Darcy's own hair and all but wrench the vampire off of him. A significant chunk of Tybalt's face coming away with Darcy's teeth, that hunk of flesh spat back down and onto the cowboys chest with disdain. Another hiss slicing free of Darcy's on bloodied lips. Your a fucking animal, Darcy. How readily he could near see the tendons and muscles through that hole in Tybalt's face move with those words. Darcy attempting a second lunge, that bloodied saliva upon his own lips a veritable foam like a lunatic dog as he attempted to continue that asuult and Tybay vainly tried to hold him back by his hair. Darcy so hardly having anticipated Tybalt to....glow.

What? How little time he was given to process just what was occuring. That energy blast slamming into him with full force and rendering him airbourne. Darcy hurled upward and through the roof. Those beams and bars shattering around him before he was suddenly falling through that night sky to slam back down and onto that roof next to that very hole he'd made being thrown through it. The very air knocked out of him. Darcy groaning as he rolled onto his stomach atop the indent he'd made in the roof upon landing. Fucking hell. Since when had Tybalt been able to do that? He was getting awfully fucking pissed off now. He dragged himself upward and onto his knees then before pushing himself to his feet, his lungs taking in that gasp of air, his body, in the least seemed to be largely functioning even despite those cuts and scrapes and bruises that littered his figure like a fucking picasso painting. He could hear Tybalt below now. Darcy capturing a glimpse off him through that hole in the roof as he strode forward and towards harley whom had come out of that office only a moment later. His face akin to a damn zombie with half of that right side torn off. His hand held out for that ledger and whatever else the woman had stolen. Here kitty, kitty, kitty. You've got something that's mine I think.

Darcy's own figured pivoted atop the roof, the vampire striding those several steps to the end to grasp that flagpole and flag from the end of the roof where it waved that Haunt logo so proudly. That wooden pole snapped easily beneath his hands. Darcy striding back towards that hole in the roof he'd been all but launched through moments ago. Tybalt very near beneath him, several of his vampires having formed a circle around him and Harley now like a pack of Hyenas as he demanded that ledger back from the woman. Your vampire isn't here to protect you girly, I guess he couldn't stay for the festivities. You'll make a damn nice addition to my bar. I think- He hardly managed the rest of those words. Darcy vaulting back down into that bar in the same moment to land behind him. Tybalt not even managing to turn before that flagpole was thrust with violent force through the cowboys body and chest cavity. The bloody end of that makeshift spear halted mere inches from Harley herself as Tybalt's body silently crumpled forward to land with a heavy thud on the floor that seemed to echo around that room and above that ridiculous song.

"Does anyone else 'ave a problem?"

Several of those other vampires had already lowered their heads- avoiding eye contact in clear submission. The loss of their coven leader prompting that almost instantaneous yield. They lacked a second in command then. Someone strong enough to lead without Tybalt. Darcy eyeing each of them then to make sure none of them were concealing any sort of weapon before his hand was held abruptly out to Harley. The woman appearing mostly uninjured save a wound in her arm. Good.

"Give me dat book yar got."

He waited for Harley to do just that. That leather bound book flicked open to those more recent transactions. Darcy trusting the woman to watch those vampires as his mismatched gaze flicked rapidly through those numbers- searching for those anomalies he knew he was certain to find. The vampire surprisingly....good with those numbers. His mind quick to pick out those inaccuracies as he flicked through page after page. Every month that money was coming in without fail on the 10th and the 20th. Each month it was the same two amounts each time. The letters B M L listed next to each amount. Tybalt never had been very smart. Blue Moon Lagoon. That 'backer' Tybalt had spoken off nothing short of their most significant rival bar.

"Fuck."

That word was spat with disdain. Risque would be...unimpressed and yet the matter of why still existed. Why was Blue Moon paying Haunt? Paying them for what? Darcy glancing around that room then. Seven. There were only seven other vampires here not including Tybalt himself and those missing women he could only presume Harley had somehow taken care off. Yet that only added up to eleven. Haunt was larger than that. Tybalt had more than that- and his second in command was missing.That very realisation seeming to find Darcy then. Blue Moon almost certainly having paid for those extra vampires- and paid every month to keep them. A veritable army. One that pushed their numbers above what Syn had. Darcy's teeth near grinding over one another. If they had managed to convince Night Train to provide vampires in turn Blue Moons numbers would outnumber Syn's only nearly three to one. Those Were Cats would even the numbers a little more but not enough. Risque unlikely to be able to command every single one of them in battle in turn making them...unreliable warriors in the very least. That book was slammed shut with force before being tucked inside his jacket. That short, sharp whistle seeing Princess leap up from behind the bar where she had taken cover to hurry across the floor and up onto his shoulder once more.

"Git in a line."

That command was issued to those remaining vampires then. Each of them glancing around uneasily before moving to do as they were bid. Darcy quickly having asserted himself as the dominant male within that room. His boots rang out easily alon that wooden floor then as he strode along that line, stepping over Tybalt impaled with his own fucking flag as he did. His gaze roving from one vampire to the next.

"Arley!"

That word was veritable barked. Darcy turning back to the cowboy-hat wearing woman, the vampire briefly eyeing that box in her arms and yet he hardly gave a damn about what else she had managed to pilfer here and now as he waited for the woman to come to his side. Darcy gesturing to that line of vampires then.

"Which ones do yar tink are not ugly? Point to 'em. Ignore da women."

This was likely not the question the woman expected and yet that mismatched gaze lingered upon her then. Darcy clearly expecting her to answer him all the same. That faint simper dancing upon his lips once more with that clear indication that something...unpleasant was sure to come. The very choice of life or death so precariously placed in Harley's own hands then as if he almost enjoyed watching her own mind struggle to work out just what he wanted....


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