How.....irritating. Darcy so hardly having intended to spend the better part of the evening upon the fucking roof of Haunt. Since when had Tybalt learned that little trick? Had someone been training him? A groan of sorts was forced from his lips as he picked himself up off that roof he'd crashed through and fallen back down onto. His body protesting that action and yet that natural, vampiric healing was already stitching back together any torn flesh or bruised bone. Darcy pushed himself readily back onto his feet then, his mismatched gaze catching several glimpse of Tybalt through that hole and down in the room below. The other vampires words easily heard in the silence of the room now that the patrons had fled like insects into the night. Harley's voice rose above Tybalt's own. That irritating dolt, for as largely useless as Darcy was near certain she was- had something of a talent with words. The vampire taking some small measure of fleeting amusement in the the knowledge Tybalt was forced to deal with her and her blabbering for those precarious last few moments of his existence. Darcy strode easily to the end of that roof then. The flag pole perched upon the very edged snapped easily within his hand. That Haunt flag still billowing from its other end as he made his was back toward the hole he'd come through. How very tired of this charade he was becoming. How certain he was sure it was time to end it.

Darcy vaulted smoothly back through that hold then, the vampire crashing back to the ground behind Tybalt, his boots sliding through the blood already painting that floor from those unfortunate patrons caught up in the brawl. Tybalt made that effort to turn and yet Darcy saw little need to allow him that- the flag pole within his hands thrust violent through the body of the other vampire to imale every organ it touched before piercing directly into that son of a bitches heart and exploding through his ribcage with the sheer force of that action. The bloodied spear tip halted mere inches from Harley herself as Tybalt rocked forward- only to crumple in that embrace of death. How silent that room was now- save for Harley's decidedly vocal expletive at nearly having her own head impaled. His tongue parted smoothly from his lips, brushing along them as if to taste what remained of Tybalt's blood in that moment of tense silence. How very like victory it tasted. His mismatched gaze dragged languidly away from Tybalt's fallen form to rove over what remained of his coven. No one amongst them willing to meet his gaze now. Each of them turning their heads in that clear act of submission. Darcy so effortlessly having installed himself as the new dominant male within that club. Yet- the battle should not have been over just yet. Tybalt's Second was still missing. Dillon, by rights, the new commander of Haunt until he too was taken out and ye the man had either fled- or had never been here at all.

That barking command to line up saw those vampires hurry to do as they were bid. Harleys comment about 'watching his pole' met with a single, dark glance that so silently commanded her silence lest he lose patience with her in turn. The girl clinging to some sort of box along with Tybalt's had and what very near appeared to be money tucked within her jacket. Harley, perhaps fortunately, hardly the target of his attention for now. The women's muttered insistence he was 'hard to kill' prompting that fleeting simper to his features as he turned away. Hard to kill was he? How little she knew. That she had lived in turn was perhaps mildly remarkable. The commanded for the book was uttered then. His hand held out expectantly. Harley, for once, displaying some measure of obedience as she handed it to him. That lineup of vampires was momentarily ignored for now. Darcy flipping open that book before beginning to pursue its pages. His eyes roving quickly over those numbers presented to him. Numbers, after all, had always been...obedient. Numbers were predictable. They had patterns. They could be commanded with the right act of operations. He liked numbers. That predatory part of him so bizarrely seeming to find a fascination and satisfaction in maths. Just as he had within his human years. Those numbers so speaking to his love of control. Yet these numbers....told a displeasing tale.

Harley's exploration of their vampiric prisoners was ignored for now. Darcy seeing little need to stop her desire to toy with her prey like the good little kitty she was. The woman, he suspected, largely unaware off how predatory her own actions had become in that moment. Surrounded them with a little blood, given them a little violence- and how easily they fell to it in turn. Haunt had never made this much money. Those deposits each month were significant. Those initials written next to each of those deposits giving away just who had been making them. That lack of vampires within the club speaking a vile, cunning little tale of its own. Haunt had supplied vampires- Blue Moon had paid in cash for each month it kept them and now, with Tybalt gone, Cade was free to keep anything Tybalt had lent him. Including Tybalt's Second in command he was sure. That profanity was all but spat from his lips in the moments that followed his mind making those connections. Several of those vampires jerking in surprise at the sound, Darcy's teeth grinding over each other in turn. Risque would be more than displeased at this treason. This act of outright war agianst them. Her displeasure would lash out at him in turn. Tybalt was already dead and yet these vampires here- they could pay for upsetting his mistress. Yes. But first....

That sharp whistle echoed easily within that room then. Princess, having taken cover behind that bar, leapt easily over it now. That Lynx kitten, with her still-bloodied paws, hurrying to his side before scrambling up his leg to take up her seat on his shoulder with clear satisfaction at the height her perch allowed her. Now- to take care of those who remained. Darcy stepped silently over their fallen leader as if he were no more than idle debris. His body now a waste of space and little more. Each of those vampires watching him warily then. Yet it was Harley's name upon his lips once more. The womans insistence she was standing right there and he hardly needed to yell prompted little more than that warning growl within his throat. The vampire unwilling to deal with her insolence in this moment. Not when there was a task to be carried out. Darcy gestured to those vampires then with the single instruction that Harley was to assess them and inform him which ones were attractive. A woman far better suited to that task then himself. Harley and those vampires appearing equally puzzled in turn. Darcy content to merely meet her gaze with expectation that this would be done.

Those women, as he had commanded, were ignored. Leaving those five male vampires. Harley so beginning to stride alne that line with the confidence that came from being in a position of power. How readily it infected her. Good. She was not immune then- to becoming what they needed her to be. To casting her compassion aside. To revelling in that power the way Tetradore did whenever it was handed to him. How much easier she would be to train. How oblivious she surely was to all he had learned of her in that singular moment. She was not above revenge and that alone made her far more like the rest of those Syn employees then she surely cared to admit. Even if she hardly knew how many death warrants she signed with her own hand tonight. The first male it seemed, was debatable. The second deemed ugly. The third apparently 'cute' despite his anger issues, the fourth declared outwardly attractive, the last perhaps the most unattractive of all. Two then. Two were deemed either 'cute' or 'hot'. They would need be removed. The other three and those two women put to another use.

The sudden sound of that gunfire was near explosive to his overly sensitive ears. Darcy's head was jerked toward that door in near the same moment as those bullets should have collided with his figure and the arm he had instinctively raised to shield his pet. Those very bullets that now hovered in the air before him. Had he...done that? He had never before shown any proficiency for stopping bullets. His talent so largely confined to firing them. Harley's soft utterance that this was awkward saw his gaze cut sideways, the woman dropping her hand in the same moment as those bullets dropped to clink and roll agianst the ground. Hmm. Someone- had done her job. The presence of that rouge vampire gunman however so readily distracted Darcy's thoughts from his servant for now. The man reloading in near the same moment as Darcy's own beloved revolvers found their way into his hands in that near lightning fast draw, the vampire crossing both hands over one another to improve that balance, both guns pointed at his newest target. Both fired at the same moment to send that barrage of bullets screaming into that final opponent with a deadly proficiency. One shot between the other man's eyes, another neatly through his heart. His body crashing to the ground a second later as one of those women began to howl again.

That smoke was easily blown from the barrel of one of those guns. Darcy twirling them both before effortlessly slipping them both back into their holsters in the same moment. His attention turned back to his vampire lineup as if he had not obliterated a man mere moments ago. Those expressionless eyes roving onto Harley's figure then. Her little stunt hardly forgotten.

"Risque will be interested dat power o'yours. For now dough, we need ta deal with dem vamps you picked out 'eh?"
That fleeting simper found his lips once more. Darcy gesturing to those two 'good looking' men she had picked out, the rest sent to stand to the side with the woman. He could almost feel the anxiety of those two men left. How delicious that taste. How unfortunate they looked the way they died. He could never allow them to join Syn. They might prove a distraction to his beloved. He could not have that. He would not share her attentions or her affections. He would remove that competition before that vertible game had even started the way he had one countless times before. Darcy pausing in front of the first then.

"What's yar name?"
Cliff.
"Thats a stupid fuckin' name but alright. Can yar look at me when i'm talkin to ya?"

That vampire did as he was bid, glancing nervously upward to meet Darcy's gaze in the same moment as that flare f power so found his eyes in that perhaps deadliest of his affinities. Cliff so barely having made contact with his gaze before that gasp of sorts caught within his throat- and the crumpled to the ground where he stood in that instant death. Darcy so having failed to lay even a hand on him. That scream from another of those women was ignored as Darcy turned his attention to the second. This man abruptly shutting his eyes as if in fear of what he knew was surely coming.

"Dun be like dat now, come on, open yar eyes."

The mans head shook violently. His body near tembling with that fear.

"Come on now, 'Arley went ta all dat trouble of pickin' ya out."

The man's head continued to shake. Darcy sighing softly then as if this was merely a mild inconvenience. The vampire reaching back to his belt once more to retrieve one of those guns. The sound of the safety releasing echoing in that room as Darcy pointed it directly towards the most distressed of those women. The one he was more then willing to bet was this ones mate. Her voice rising in panic then. That sound enough to prompt that reaction. The vampires eyes flicking open, sliding ever so barely t Darcy himself- that more than enough to slam that power into him in turn. The force of that assault knocking the man backward and yet- death had found him before his body even hit the floor. That was that taken care of then. One of those women rushed forward, all but throwing herself on the body of her fallen mate. Her sobbing shaking her body as the others merely watched onward. Darcy tossing that single business card from his pocket down onto the crying woman and her dead lover.

"Dat's de address. Every one of yar can report ta Syn tomorrow night. Yar work for Risque now. If even one of yar dun show yar all gunna end up like dem."

His hand pointed to those fallen men before he turned to stride from that club. Princess still upon his shoulder. The little feline turning to look back toward Harley, that little mew upon her lips in a clear call for Harley to come. Princess, it seemed, unwilling to leave Harley behind. Darcy fiddled loosely with that gun as he strode. A single bullet removed from it before that gun was holstered once more. The vampire paused within that parking lot then. Their car, so apparently of its own accord, content to back itself out of that space and drive toward them- sliding to a stop before them. That drivers side and rear door opening as if only some silent command and yet- Darcy's hand raised once more in that clear gesture to wait. Those mismatched eyes resting on Harley again.

"Yar did a good job, pickin' out dem fellas to die. I tink yar even enjoyed it a little."

One eye lifted just so, Darcy content to tug and pull at those dark intentions he knew existed within Harley in as much as they existed within nearly any being. She disliked vampires, oh how well he knew that, Darcy sure she had taken some pleasure, no matter how small- in seeing them die. In time- she would come to embrace it.

"Yar stopped dem bullet's didn't ya? Lets see yar do it again. Eh?"

How little warning he gave. That singular bullet within his hand hurled towards he with vampire speed and force- more than capable of impaling her as if it had been fired from a gun itself. After all, he could hardly report back to Risque on that power if it turned out to be a one time fluke now could he? And if she missed? Well- she had the car ride 'ome to bleed out. Maybe she'd heal. Maybe she wouldn't. It's a gamble.


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