How...pathetic the wailing of that woman was over her lost lover. The high-pitched sound a veritable assault to his ears and yet- he'd heard that sound so many times before it was becoming almost easy to block out. That shrill screaming pushed to the back off his mind like some broken record in a hotel bar. Screaming, gun fire, shouts, blood, carnage. It was all the same. Background noise he'd heard over and over and over in his long life. He'd become dead to those very things long before he'd 'died'. They had name for it once. Those fancy doctors with their degrees who thought they knew better then him just because they did all that book learning. PTSD. That's what they'd said. Back when he was human and...weak. Back when his commanding officer had sent him to the Med Tent several times that week for his 'behaviour'. Numbness to emotion. That's what seemed to bother those doctors the most. Hiding his true emotions, shoving them down, that's what they said. As if that was some sort of....disease. One that only seemed to get worse and worse with those 'violent outbursts' as they called them. Not fit for active duty was he? He'd show them. Fucking imbeciles. Another louder, more wretched sob seemed to jolt the vampiric man back to the present, his eyes slicing sideways as he eyed that woman a moment longer before tossing that business card towards the remaining vampires with that singular instruction he expected to see them report to Syn tomorrow night. If what was written in that damn ledger was right then they had a war coming- and they needed all the 'soldiers' they could get. Unwilling or otherwise. Tonight they would wallow in their sad little pit of grief. Tomorrow he would have no tolerance for it.

That command for Harley to follow was snapped bluntly towards her before he turned on his heel to wade through the carnage of those bodies of humans that hadn't managed to make it out of that chaos in turn. What pathetic creatures mortals were. Trampling each other to death like sheep in their panic to get away from the thing they feared. That tiny mew from his pet was hardly missed. Princess calling out for Harley from that place atop his shoulder. Hmm. Perhaps the kitten liked her. How unfortunate that would be. For now however his own mind was fixated upon another thought. Darcy reached for one of his guns, his fingers moving to fiddle with that barrel and unload a singular bullet before enclosing it within his hand. It would not do to report to Risque upon that power Harley possessed if he had not tested it for himself. His beloved mistress would expect definitive answers. Not vague information. How very much Risque disliked vagueness in any sense. For now however his attention was focused upon that car alone. The vehicle content to all but, seemingly, pilot itself out of its parking spot before smoothly rolling up to the trio, those doors opening a moment later. Harley's very comment upon that display of his affinity afforded no reply for now. Darcy merely waiting until that woman attempted to reach for the back door before his hand lifted in that silent command to halt. Harley, for once, obeying that very gesture with an acceptable level of obedience. Even if her little heart fluttered in anxiety. Good. The sooner she learned some respect the better for all involved.

A compliment, of a kind, found its way from his lips then. Harley almost appearing to have enjoyed choosing just which of those vampires would die tonight. Even if she hadn't truly realised exactly what she had been choosing. It was far more enjoyable to watch that confusion on his victims faces when they had little idea if they were being called forward to their own deaths or some inexplicable chance of life. It was like a game. A gamble. That predatory part of him relishing in that power and control over their existences. That satisfaction he took in their deaths only further fueling that very notion. The bitter sarcasm within the woman's voice is hardly missed. Darcy merely allowing one eye to arch ever so slightly upward in response as she clutched that box tighter and proclaimed it was fortunate he hadn't been in that lineup for her to choose from. Someone was beginning to grate upon his nerves again. How very fine a line that little dolt walked and yet whether or not she was to stupid to be aware of it he hardly knew. This one, he suspected, was better not underestimated. For all that useless drivel she spouted like a fucking fountain- she was intelligent. Yet- that intelligence could be exploited in turn. The intelligent ones were inclined to think. Perhaps he would give her something to think on for the next few nights. To let it eat away at her mind like a disease. That soft snort pressed from him then at her demand to know just what he had agianst 'pretty' boys.

"Yar can pretend yar didn't enjoy dat all yar want. But for a minute 'dere, even just one, yar liked 'aving dat power over dem vamps. Yar liked 'avin dem look away from ya. Yar liked being in control of dem- and ya liked 'avin dem fear you instead of da other way around. Pretend all yar like, Kitty but in da end, yar ain't no better den any of dem. In a few years yar'll be like Tetty-Bear. Ya won't think nothin' 'bout killin' no more. As for dem 'pretty' boys. I just dun like 'em."

His shoulders rose in that simple shrug. As if that alone was enough off a response to that question. Darcy uninclined to give details when he saw little need to explain the delicate workings off his relationship with Risque to some cat-slave who was as disposable and replaceable as the rest. Still- he was hardly done with her for tonight. That power still needed to be tested. Harley so hardly appearing to pay attention, her mind perhaps doing just as he had triggered it to do and roll over and over those words he'd placed within it to feed at those insecurities and fears he knew lingered there all the same. Yet there was a price to pay for her lack of attention all at once. That bullet within his hand was hurled with a wicked force, hardly as much as that gun and yet more then enough to impale the woman lest she manage to summon that power again. That bullet collided solidly with her stomach, blood rushing to the surface in response. Darcy merely eyeing that wound apathetically. Hmm. Maybe that power didn't work just as she had suggested earlier. He'd been so sure she was spewing lies too.

Those venomous words, fuelled by her pain,were spat from her lips then. The vampire content to continue to merely stare with emotionless fortitude. Darcy watching as that bullet began to reverse before is abruptly fired back towards him, close enough to brush those piercings of his ear before flying off into oblivion. That power could be forced into play then. Her control over it nearly non-existent. Risque would enjoy this knowledge. With that affinity still weak and new it could be better moulded into something they desired before Harley learned to grasp it fully.

Those words were spat towards him again then. Harley, it seemed, still not having learned when to silence herself. Darcy for now, ignoring her again as that blood began to seep through her shirt. The scent almost tantalizing, reminding him just how hungry he was. That fight and how own blood loss having put a substantial drain upon his own figure. Most of his wounds already healed and yet that blood demanded replacing. The sooner they were back at the bar the better. Harley spoke again then. Those words decidedly brave and yet his tolerance for her smart ass had reached its end. That vague hint of a simper touching his lips then as his mismatched gaze met her own through those sunglasses. Fucking sunglasses.

"That's two days now, for that comment, Kitty. You'll learn soon enough to keep quiet. And you ain't da first to come up with dat nickname."

Dead-Eyes Darcy. He'd heard that one before. A part of him almost enjoying it. Just what those 'two days' were remained to be seen. That command to get in the car was snapped a moment later as he moved to settle himself in the driver's seat. Princess leapt smoothly from his shoulder then to settle herself back on that passenger seat, Darcy reached over to pet her head once more before the doors of that car closed. The vehicle roared effortlessly to life beneath his hands before those tyres screeched across that gravel. The car roaring away and into the darkness. Those distant police sirens heralding the rather late arrival of law enforcement. Maybe he should have lingered longer. The police were almost certain to be human. He could have used the meal. Then again they were almost certain to have brought Hunters with them to a vampire bar. Darcy unwilling to fight several of those alone. That car moved at supernatural speed, flying through and around that traffic with a smooth precision incomparable to any other driver. The vampires power extended easily to those cars in turn. Darcy content to drive them outof his way to let that black town car through. His own car little more than black blur as it tore through the night. Harley, for the most part, suddenly appearing quieter. The scent off her blood, even with that wound rapidly healing, a veritable tease to his hunger.

It hardly took long, at those inhuman speeds, to reach Syn once more. The town car rolling effortlessly into that parking lot to take up the parking space it had left from earlier. Darcy waited only so long as it took Harley and Princess to climb from the car. His little lynx hurrying to trot at his feet as he locked that car behind him. The vampire heading toward Lorelai now. Ian, that bar keep, standing beside her, puffing clouds of smoke from his cigarette into the air.

"Wait 'ere."

He commanded toward Harley then. Darcy strolling those last few feet to Lorelai to hand her back those car keys. The succubus woman eagerly asking for that story of what had gone down that night as Ian pushed away from the wall to wander towards Harley. Ian's cigarette was easily tossed to the ground, his shoe stamping against it to put it out as he took those last few steps towards Harley then. The tall, wiry brunette vampire turning to stand beside her until both looked on toward Darcy and Lorelai. He's a real dick, isn't he? Those words were little more then a murmur to Harley alone. The vampire glancing toward her and that no doubt guarded look he was afforded with. Don't worry, it isn't a trick, i'm not going to put you in, Girly. He made me babysit his cat once. Beat the shit out of me when I didn't show enough enthusiasm for the task. Still, I rarely have to spend the whole night with him. Im surprised you're alive. I run the bar. Come by for a drink some time. The girl could use a fucking drink by the looks of her. Ian's gaze returning to Darcy then, eyeing the sheer amount of blood on the other vampire. Been committing genocide again has he? Ian snortedlightly and yet he hardly expected an answer from the woman beside him. The Were's rarely talked. You know why he kills the other vampires right? The good looking ones? He's killing the competition. Risque likes a pretty face, you know what i'm saying? Darc can't stand it when she gives her attention to anyone else. Nothing drives him more wild than that. So he kills anyone who he thinks Risque might like. That way he never has competition. He's a son of a bitch- but he ain't stupid. I'll give him that.

"Ian! What da fuck yar carrin' on bout down dere?"

That sigh that fell from Ian was hardly missed as the man lit another cigarette, his eyes rolling loosely before he wandered back to Darcy and Lorelai. Darcy's mismatched gaze shifted from Lorelai to Ian for a moment and yet he found he hardly cared what Ian had been talking to Harley about. That singular command to find Randall was issued easily to Ian then. The bar keep disappearing back into the depths of Syn before Darcy turned to Lorelai then to utter several more words, the succubus woman nodding before disappearing into that bar in turn. Darcy once more left alone with Harley then. The vampire gesturing for her to come towards him then. His hand abruptly held out then, his head nodded to that stack of bills so clearly defined in her pocket as he waited for her to hand that stack of cash to him.

"Risque gets 'alf of anythin' ya earn. Das da rules. I reckon ya also owe me some. Yar can keep dis, for all yar work tonight."

A singular dollar bill was handed back to the Were girl then. The rest of that money tucked into Darcy's own jacket. That larger half for Risque. The rest for himself. It was only fair wasn't it? His gaze returned to Harley then, his tongue brushing over his fangs in a moment of silent contemplation. Randall would be here in a few moments and yet they still had a little time. Perhaps it was time to see how far he could bend that little dolt to his will. To see how much of that submission he could force without a fight.
"Arley."

There was something near ominus in that singular word. That affinity summoned readily to his command then and yet he held it back....for now. Those sunglasses still very much in the way and yet- perhaps she would hardly need to extra persuasion. They would see.

"I'm hungry."

How readily that simper tugged at his lips then, those wicked double fangs exposed with that very gesture. Just what he wanted from her surely clear in that moment. That saliva already flooding his mouth in clear anticipation of that meal. The vampire cleary desiring she would merely obediently offer him her neck on command.

"We can do dis da easy way, or da 'ard way. It'll 'urt yar a lot more if yar fight wit me about it."



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