It was an almost curious thing really. That belief they were better. That belief they were different. That unfailing assurance tha beyond all measure they were morally superior. They all started out the same way. Even the children. Defiant, determined and so proudly wearing that crown of ethical righteousness placed upon their heads atop the moral high ground that stood on. Yet, in his experience at least, he only needed to unpick that single thread before the rest of their silly little minds would slowly begin to unravel. Harley believed she was not like him. She believed she did not revel in that death and madness and power that came with being the dominant predator in a room and yet, no matter how much she might deny that thing- Darcy was assured he had seen it in turn. That singular moment in which Harley had strode along that line of vampires and relished in their servitude, their weakness and her chance to stand above them as some kind of supreme. Perhaps she had hardly known why he was having her single them out, perhaps she would not have done it if she had and yet that hardly mattered. All that mattered was that for a single moment she had tasted what that power felt like and for a single moment that addiction had taken hold. It had brought her pleasure he was sure of it. His words now aimed to unpick that singular stitch in her moral fabric. In time, it would unravel all on its own. Her mind would be her own worst enemy and like everyone that came before her, in the end, she would simply give in. They all did. One way or another. What a perfect pet she would be then.

"Believe what yar like, Kitty."

He offers those words simply enough, that near knowing look existing upon his features all the same as the blue green of his mismatched gaze lingers upon her with some faint and fleeting glimpse of amusement. As if the struggles of her sad little life somehow entertained him. Perhaps they did. It was not often he was given someone new to toy with. Someone with so much...spirit. Still, he was so hardly done with her for this evening. Her efforts to reach for the back door of the car halted by that singular raise of his hand. Hmm. She as entirely capable of obeying non-verbal orders it seemed. Perhaps they would need work on that. For now however his attention remains firmly upon a glimpse of that affinity he had seen within the bar. Some ability to....command bullets, or perhaps metal. It remained to be seen. Yet, Risque would anticipate nothing short of a report upon those very powers. Darcy uninclined to bring her vague beliefs, untested theories or mere hearsay. His Beloved Queen would expect solid answers. The vampire entirely inclined to provide them for her with that flick of his wrist. The singular bullet so nestled within his hand was hurled with vampiric force at the kitty-pet Were, finding its mark solidly just above her navel, that blood blooming like a rose to soak and stain her clothing. How readily his own nostrils flared at that scent, the first pangs of hunger turning within him then, reminding him off the energy he had spent tonight and that ever-present desire to feed that so consistently lingered within the back of his mind as an unquenchable thirst. How rarely he indulged in Were-blood. The taste....unappealing to him for the most part and yet here and now that heated liquid tempted him all the same. Darcy, for now, exercising soem manner of control as he watched that bullet dislodge itself- only to fly past him once more. So close he near felt it brush his very skin. How intriguing.

How he could near feel that anger that rose in the woman across from him. That rapid beat of her heart giving way to a flurry of emotions so nestled within those waves of pain from that already healing wound. For how much longer would she control herself? How much further would he need to press her before that rage overcame her and he so had all the more reason to break her. It was nothing short of a favoured method. To push and push and push an animal until it could be pushed no longer. Until it finally came at him- only for him to beat it down so firmly it could barely draw breath. Nothing broke a creature faster than that. To drive it to madness- then punish it for it. How very surprising Harley was proving to be. The woman near violently wrestling back that control even as her words hissed towards him with a blatant disrespect he was unwilling to take. Two days he assured her. Two days now for that comment. She continues to goad at him then. As if she still believed somewhere within her sad, pathetic little mind that she held some sort of upper hand. As if her fucking useless life was not hanging by a thread he held within his hand.

"If yar keep dis up it'll be tree."

Darcy lifted his hand upward then, displaying those three fingers, a warning the raven-haired woman seemed inclined to continue to ignore. She was only punishing herself and yet how little she realised it. Then again, when they punished themselves, they were often far more effective. Her very mention of The Count prompted little more then that vaguest hint of....recognition within the Southern Vampire's gaze and yet he afforded it little comment as he moved to settle himself within that car. Neither Harley nor his Princess requiring any further instructions to climb into that vehicle in turn. The engine roared readily to life, that car, so bent entirely to his own will, speeding out of that car park and into the embrace of the night- long before those police sirens had any chance of finding them. That drive back was nothing short of....swift in all regards. Darcy more than capable of steering any other car on that road out of their way while pushing his own vehicle far beyond any normal limitation. The black town car pulled smoothly into Syn's driveway in near record time. Darcy exited that car smoothly. Princess leapt easily after him to trot at his heels as the pair made their way across that lot to return those keys to Lorelai. The succubus woman more than eager for his tale of the night. Ian, in his usual apathetic manner, tossed that cigarette to the ground before strolling over to Harley who stayed leaning agianst the hood off the car.

Just what that pair were talking about remained to be seen. Ian purposefully keeping his voice just that touch to low for Darcy's own ears. Little more than the occasional word reaching him.. Darcy watched them both from the corner of his eyes as he regaled Lorelai with that story she sought. The blonde woman one of the few beings in that bar he deemed tolerable in any sense. Lorelai a surprisingly decent worker in turn. That barking command for Ian to come away from the WereCat was obediently followed. The bar keep knowing well what battles were worth fighting and which were not. Darcy eyeing the man with no small measure of disdain as he passed. He had likely been flirting. Damn fool would fuck anything that moved if given the chance. That second command was issued to the woman then, sending her away in turn. Darcy and Harley left alone within that parking lot then. The vampiric man easily crossed back toward his charge for the evening. His hand held abruptly out for that stack of bills nestled within her jacket. Hmm. Quite the taking. How very....cute that she thought she might be allowed to keep any of it. That money was easily broken in half with that singular explanation that half of everything belonged to Risque, the other half his own. That singular remaining dollar bill tossed towards the woman. Her insistence he was a 'killer of joy' prompting that vaguest flicker of amusement upon his features before she insisted a dollar was what was given to strippers, not someone who has saved his life. That very comment provoking that abrupt snort from the man.

"Would yar like ta be a stripper 'Arley? I can let dem boys in da bar 'ave ya if yar want?"

One eye arched slightly upwards in that unspoken question of just how far he might allow the depravity of that bar to go. Those words are subtle reminder of how little she mattered to him. Some of those vampire boys hadn't had a woman in awhile. They might appreciate it even if Harley likely would not.

"Im da only one standin' between ya and dem, dun push yar luck."

His head nodded briefly back toward that bar. Those words true enough. Given the chance there was more then one vampire in that bar who would gladly have taken Harley for more than blood. Darcy's veritable claim over her keeping that rabble away. For now. That very notion of blood however was not one he had forgotten. That hunger still burning within his throat. The bar was stocked high with blood and yet how much he found he'd rather have something....hot. Harley's name upon his lips near ominous then. His tongue brushing across his fangs in anticipation. That saliva already starting to pool within his jaws. Darcy promptly declaring he was hungry if only to see that reaction. How willing would she be to offer him her veins? How much submission could he force from her? How tense she had become. Darcy holding little doubt she understood that very implication even as she bristled. So much....fight in this one. Her command not to look at her 'like that' so seemed to garner little reaction. Darcy content to simply continue to watch her as that fear an anxiety seemed to compound within her little body.

"Yar been bitten be a vampire before 'aven't ya?"

How easy it was to see. Harley no 'virgin' to that bite. Not with a reaction like that. Nathaniel? Most likely. How he almost pitied her for having to deal with that bastard of a man and yet....Nathaniel's fangs were kinder then his own. There was very little in all the world quite as painful as a bite from his unique breed of vampire- and without even a drop of venom to dilute that experience. How that hatred filled her words then. Defiance and loathing all but exuding from her figure and yet how readily it coaxed at that predator within him. The fear, that hate, the panic a flurry of intoxicating excitement that tangled within him despite that outward appearance of apathy. Darcy, without Risque, capable of off...controlling that near frenzy he was so often driven too. She scurries behind that car then. As if the car might somehow protect her. How exciting it was when they ran. That near sickening desire to have her keep running so rising within him then like a....dog. A dog that wanted something to chase. Darcy near forced to control those predatory instincts that his own beloved Mistress so often and so purposefully inflamed. His voice, despite that internal hurricane of hungered desire, remaining level.

"Come 'ere."

That single command was uttered almost softly into that night air. Harley given that choice then. To submit and offer him her veins to feed upon- or be forced. How those precarious seconds ticked by with the woman unmoving from her position behind that car. Her silence an answer in itself. They were going to do this the hard way, it seemed. How easily he moved that car, a wave of his hand simply sending it across the lot, removing that barrier from between them. Had she forgotten his very skills with cars? How quickly we forget. Yet those glasses still presented a problem, his irritation toward them prompting that near sudden snarl to his features.

"I fucking 'ate dem glasses o'yours. Day in my way."

How much....easier it would have been to simply paralyse her, to render her immobile and allow him to feed in peace. No matter. If she wanted to be dramatic about the process- let her. That burst of vampiric speed so readily saw him appear behind her then, Darcy wrapping one arm firmly about her waist. His ironclad grip holding her agianst him despite any frantic flailing she might attempt. His free hand reached upward then, the tips of his fingers alone tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. The scent of her alone nothing short of intoxicating in that moment. His words almost....sincere then. As if he aimed to soothe some wild colt.

"Shhh shhh, come on now, da more yar struggle, da more it hurts. I ain't gonna bite yar neck, naw, dat would probably kill yar."

And how displeased that would make Risque. His own wicked doubled fangs to large in most instances, to safely feed from that major vein without rendering death upon his victim. Risque alone capable of surviving those violent bites. His hand so dropped away from her chin then. His fingers near lovingly stroking down her neck. Darcy allowing some of that silver chain from those gloves to fall agianst her flesh then, scorching that skin as his hand trailed so smoothly along- pushing what reamined of that leather jacket from her right shoulder. That shirt beneath brushed aside in turn to expose her shoulder to his fangs and that silver chain in turn as his hand lifted away. How readily that chain burned at her skin, blood blossoming to the surface. Darcy oblivious now to anything she might have said or her flailing struggles. How easy it was to let his lips part, his tongue brushing along her skin, licking up that line of blood that chain had created across her shoulder. That touch an almost....sweet interlude- before his fangs sliced into flesh. Darcy biting down and into her shoulder a mere moment later. Those wicked fangs tearing through muscle and sinew as blood rushed to the surface to coat his teeth and tongue in the sweet, heated taste. How greedily he swallowed those mouthfuls, his grip upon his victim tightening in the throes of that feeding.

Darcy

The sudden sound his name readily saw his fangs release their hold on Harleys shoulder. The vampires head jerked upward with that feral sounding growl to eye Randall. The heavyset vampire very near pressed agianst the wall beside the door in fear. How very much Darcy disliked being....interrupted. That final growl rolled within the depths of his throat. His thirst satisfied for now. Harley abruptly released from his grip. Randall hurried near quickly over then as Darcy merely lifted his arm to his mouth to wipe away that blood. That aftertaste of cat so....displeasing.

"Lock 'er up with dem other cats. Two days. No food."
She's injured.
"I fucking injured 'er yar damn fool."
With an injury like that and no food for two days, she's not going to be in any good condition to-
"One more goddamn word outta ya and yar can join 'er. She wants to run 'er mouth at me all night, dis is what she gets. Let 'er out after two days.She can keep that box and her 'at."
Yes sir.

Randall moved easily then to take Harley by the arm. The hefty vampire more than capable of carrying that woman if so required. Darcy merely content to simply watch Randal so begin to lead her away. That ready grin finding his bloodied lips then.

"Night, 'Arley."

We are rough men and used to rough ways.