Busking in St. Germaine (cont.)

Melodies swam past me as the hot torrent of blood flowed down my throat. Yes, give me that peace that meets you at the end of this path. A difficult home, a displaced childhood, none of it means anything when I am in your arms. We can sing together, and our harmony will be your chariot to a rest we both desire. He struggled once, but I shushed him with a lullaby, ancient and comforting. We were sagging together against the metal dumpster behind us, stumbling like drunken lovers and I felt the handle of the violin case slip from my fingers. The clatter was distant, like the busy swarm of ceramic plates at a café.

More, show me everything. You are so beautiful in your rondo and I need to join in this duet. Please…he was fading and I could feel the surge of the universe inside him giving its last desperate attempt at meaning. Shh, there need not be anything to this world. A meaninglessness without pain or loneliness. Just one heart beats now, and I will take up the rhythm and timbre.

A heavy full blow caught me in my chest, and I felt this Death grab at me with greedy hands. Yes, please, take me with you. But he was gone, and I was here, languid, boneless, and dead. I could feel the world swimming around me, and I slumped against his chest, my limbs weightless and limp and unwilling to obey what commands I could conjure. This is a kind of peace, is it not? My head lolled as I tried to move, but only managed to tumble onto my back, his arms heavy around me as I smiled at the stars, so shining, so bright. Here was peace. A meaninglessness I could not find anywhere else. I saw an angel with russet hair lean over me.

Ah, sweet child. I smiled at him without guile, without malice, without intent. Only pure and aimless joy lit my face and I wanted to share it with him, whoever this slim Icarus was. I murmured something, but it came out like a soft mewl. No matter. The world was soft and safe and I had peace.

Neither of these lost souls were cruel enough for my vampire kiss, truly. I’d taken a little drink, but this youth saw more than he should have and I’d thought it kinder to finish my draught of his blood before he lost his mind entirely through the he shock. Nicolas was dancing far closer to his chosen one, he always had found comfort in the kill. Part of the thing he’d riled against. His own damnation shown before him in his enjoyment of killing his once fellow man. The clutter of that precious instrument marked how far gone the other vampires was in his own reverie. Both hearts were soaring one immortal the other mortal. Nicolas was drinking right up to the point of death, enjoying the risk that he’d be dragged down with them. Finally gone from this life. Far too much sickened their kind. And Nicolas for all his torment was not so old after all. I watched as he fell onto his back with a strange grace. Staring up at the stars. I dropped my own poor soul down to the ground gently and walked towards this clown I had reacquainted myself with. I leaned over him, he stared grinning inanely up at me. Seeing but not seeing me. He mewled up at me. Barely a humanoid sound at all. Not quite a meow or a purr either. “Nicolas. Do you know who I am?” Leaning in further incase he couldn’t hear me above the chorus in his own mind. I crouched next to him. He didn’t appear hurt, nor did he appeared entirely himself. What to do next?

Cradling the whiskey, swirled the tumblr, smelling the strong liquor with relish. Daniel had given him this beverage to favour. Subtly turning to casually survey the bar. Taking in the large man, all muscle behind them. Eyes making an assessment as his mind focused on what was playing in this mortals thoughts as they sat. He was definitely this one’s type, young, petite. “A sess pit to be sure….” He smiled at Marius. Eyebrows raised. “As little time as that.” Thinking on his to play this covert hunt. “Shall I see if he follows me to the rest rooms? Or shall I go and you follow? - assuming you want to share ofcourse. Or shall we snare a few and play piedmont piper deeper into this shady part of town?”

He couldn’t help but watch Armand, noting the emotions that crossed his face. It seemed that the drink in front of him held more memories than he could imagine.Marius chuckled at the gesture, pretending to take a sip of his own drink. “I do believe he would follow you. I could follow him once he moves and we could share. Why not play and share?” He offered. Leaning back a bit, he looked over to the bartender once more. “ It seems our dear man has plans for you.” He whispered, low enough only vampiric hearing could pick it up. “I think he’s waiting for you to order again. The next drink will likely be laced..”

He ignored Marius’ appraisal of him as he surveyed the bar. He didn’t mind the long stare. Not tonight. Oddly. The laugh was as rich as he recalled. Multilayered and now he wondered how he had ever thought Marius was human? “Yes. Let’s share, and next have one each hmmm. The nights young. And there’s so many of our type of prey here it seems a shame to not take advantage.“ He felt the breath against his ear as Marius confided his knowledge of the bartender too. “Well am I not lucky too clamouring for my attention. Perhaps I’ll take the next drink. Then stagger to the bar seemingly under the drugs affects. Interesting to see who would pounce first. You follow behind. And we can perhaps have two yet at the same time.” Touching Marius’ hand. He poured his whiskey down the nearby sluice drain. No one would pay attention. He’d projected all he wanted anyone to see. “Another round, Darling.” Smiling up at Marius through dusky lashes. Knowing how appealing he looked then. Feeling three pairs of eyes rover over him

Marius smiled at the notion of sharing which ever decided to follow. He had a feeling that the bartender wouldn’t have a chance, but the man sitting with his eyes glued to his cherub was another story. There’d be plenty of blood either way. The bartender caught the sight of Armand’s drink empty, a small smirk coming to his face. He was quick enough to pour another, bringing it to set in front of the redhead with a smile and a wink. “Take it easy, there. This is strong whiskey, after all.” He joked before getting a light glare from Marius. 

He sent out the mind gift, encouraging the other patrons to place more orders. The tabs began to pour in, eliminating the chance of the bartender getting away for any trouble. “ I think now would be the perfect time, love. Shall I meet you outside?” He offered, leaning over to kiss Armand’s cheek before turning, feigning distraction by someone over in the corner. It was an easy ploy, as the noisier customers were being rather clumsy. ‘He’ll follow and I’ll be close behind.’ He assured Armand even though he knew it to be shallow. His fledgling could very much hold his own, even in mortal years. 

Watching Marius’ glare directed at the barman Armand felt himself warming to this game. He pretended to swig the drink. Waited a few moments and maintained the illusion that he needed some air. Leanimg into Marius as he kissed his cheek, to tell him. “He seems to have taken the bait, see you in a moment then.” He’d banked to the right, looking at the many rabbit warren side streets, he was doubtlessly going to be dragged down by the hulking man he could sense coming towards him. Faking leaning heavily against the wall as if he would be sick or passout. This one’s thoughts hit him like a physical blow. Fantasies crowding for attention. A quick appraisal to see if anyone was watching. Then his arm was grabbed and he was pulled by his arm, another huge hand pulling into his hair. The thrill of being discovered was gratifying for this dealer of misery. He wanted Marius to come out so he could watch as he violated me. Men like this Armand thought I could dine on all night. The brute had me pushed against the wall. Leaning in for a kiss. He placed a deceptively delicate hand flat against his attackers chest and easily held him off. Wishing his maker would join us so I could hurt him.

*silence - as his heart wrenches* Oh you speak of then…. I….It had nothing to do with you, Beloved. …Pl…It was from my past. Ingrained in me from childhood to be a good martyr..I was a broken thing from near cradle to grave. Spat out by fate whatever path was forged for me. Broken when you met me. You were always too good for me, too pure of heart. You never stopped being my minion….never. Through your edited passages I left out of my book. My treasured acolyte in my temple. Eternally. Your blood is in my veins and will be my wine always. Even if I never bite into your skin. My miracle, taste you again….But we haven’t been through this nearly enough. You never came and I didn’t know for such a long time why. I fucking what….tell me?! Carve it into my skin as an offering if you want. Whatever you need…anything…. to say but can’t speak. Silence two fold. I…I can’t stand it either…. I had heaven on earth and you left. Like everyone leaves….I gave in…I let those demons inside instead eat away at me. The ones that faded in your arms…*can’t see through tears. Bites own hand to stop a sob* - 5 minutes elapse- I’ll buy sears if I have too. Or Toshiba for a machine. That’s where you’ll get one.

Post Mortem au

(Trigger warnings: violence, blood, death, grief, angst, alluded to sexual assault - also tagged below)

Armand being the first to awake was reading the letter pinned to his and Daniels room. A established ritual since Sol had moved in. A special patched area on the finely varnished antique door specifically for the mortal to pin his notes for their attention. He wandered to the forementioned bathroom, a huge bath filled to the brim as described with many seemingly contented fish swimming around in the bath tub, a packet of feed next to the rub, with a note telling all when they had last been fed so as not to over stuff the golden creatures. They matched the golden flecked marble tiles, and then gilded taps rather well. Though the sticking point being it was Daniels favoured bath, there was a lot of bathrooms, this being one he came back to more often then not. When not using the huge bathroom next to their Master suite ofcourse. He text Sol expecting him home at any minute, No text forthcoming inbetween and he was usually diligent, aware that the both especially himself fretted about him during the day. He knew how cruel the world could be… [Text: Sol] Your fish are safe. Perhaps bring Sunflowers but sans baby blue birds. I do not want to be responsible for rendering a Mother Bird chickless. Love you too, Sol.

Hybrid Theories (Closed Starter with rian-garou)

The hybrid took a moment to scan the man’s mind while getting a feed of the thoughts from the other two as well, his lip curling up in disgust even as his eyes darkened with lust and hunger. There was a kind of relief in ridding the world of these people. Others could say they had no right to act as judge, jury and executioner, but they didn’t know what it felt like to feel the world grow just a little bit lighter despite the horrors that should come with murdering someone. He figured the fact that he still questioned his actions meant he was on the right side of the fence.

He held his breath when it was more or less left up to Armand, trying not to look too eager for it. His thoughts went to Lestat, wondering if his maker would mind at all. Hell, maybe he’d even predicted an invitation to go hunting would happen if things went well. Even so Armand was in the equation and their relationship seemed strange at best, making it hard for Rian to know where they stood with each other. Yet there had to be some kind of disgruntled respect there or the blond vampire wonder would have never let Rian go there. And now they were here, and things were kind of borderline, but still very nice. He reminded himself he had no real place in this scenario, not really, he was just there because these two dudes were friendly enough to extend a hand, but that didn’t have to mean anything. Wouldn’t mean anything. Other than they were vampire buddies.

Bright eyes blinked a few times at the caution he caught in Red and the warning not to touch them. Rian was by nature a tactile creature, often on the side of too physical, making it hard for people to keep their personal bubble intact. He still hadn’t really entertained the idea of copping a feel with either of them during the feeding. The suggestion put those ideas in his head, making it into a very dirty, blood stained slide show of vampire porn before he shook his head violently “no touching. I will be good” he promised, his smile boyish as he sides stepped before kneeling down on the other side of the dazed man. His eyes went to Daniel before a small, pale hand grabbed a large, warm arm in a steel grip, turning the wrist up for himself, a pink tongue flicking over the pulse point.

Daniel took a moment to assess what could happen next. Pleased his maker had said yes to the joint kill. Through the mortals mind and Rians connection router for them both he’d get to feel and hear Armands thoughts for the first time in thirty years. Undiluted, because they travelled through the hybrids unique brain chemistry. The werepire in question had been visibly on tenter hooks. Keen to learn new things and experiences. The lines were becoming less distinct, heightened by the knowledge that the younger male found both of them rather attractive. And wouldn’t mind being friends with benefits as the term described occasionally. They were all contemplating the end of a thoroughly satisfying hunt whilst standing over the last mark. He refused to label this last dross of humanity as a victim. Predators culling negating factors in the population, but really just enjoyable to fight the good fight in some way. Regarding his own maker as Armand laid down the ground rules with Rian, Daniel couldn’t help but wonder what Lestat thought of all this ‘cooperation’ between them all. Their prince was hardly subtle do Daniel took an educated guess that he didn’t object. Of all in the coven Lestats relationship with Armand was the less transparent. Respect, something akin to love but a host of other emotions too. Armand was now knelt next to the man. Exuding somekind of influence on him as the man hadn’t bolted yet. Gawping at how the light played off Armands auburn hair. Then startlingly a flash of blood dipped porn, or atleast the vampire version flooded his mind. A mass of writhing Rians very graphic response to Armands ‘no touching’ rule. Whoa interesting, raising an eyebrow Rians way and crouching next to mans other arm, as the werepire had gotten dibs on the left wrist. Armand poised over the right. He aimed for the elbow bend. As one they bit and drank. The standard rush hit him along with the melting pot of two others sensations. Elation, curiosity and the swoons hard to tell where one person ended and the other began. Like trying to hear the original sound in an echo. ‘Armand’ he thought wondering what would happen eyes staring down the limb at his mouth to his maker’s own enraptured face.

Armand could feel the potential crackling through the air. Dual meaning in every action and reaction between their trio. Could Lestat feel along his link to Rian all that may come to pass, as their Prince was hardly backwards in coming forwards he was left with the assumption all was well from the werepires makers side. A very different hunger reflected in his lovers, as well as Rians eyes. Pushing down a rush of spiralling disquiet. Had not entirely thought through a possible entanglement in this shared kill. His equilibrium could be unbalanced by this wolf that had bombasted his way through their defences with unknowingly effective precision. A follower of their world who had met some key players and liked them, a fanboy as Daniel put it. The fact they liked him back the stuff of dreams. New friends that may cross out the lines and boundaries and become more. To achieve the most out of this link and simultaneous feeding he needed to lower a few shields lest he block to much and fail to feel his beautiful boy in his head for the first time in thirty years - to hear him as he used to Devil to minion. 

Hybrid Theories (Closed Starter with rian-garou)

It was rare for Rian to be this collected during feeding situations, the one before had ended messy though he had still managed to remain far calmer than he usually was. Maybe the way he had opened up during the hunt helped him more than he had imagined. Maybe hunting as pack was the whole answer to begin with, and these two were well versed enough and calm enough to keep him rooted as well.There was a certain joy in the possible discovery that flooded out of the hybrid and echoed out for the two others to read.

He could hear hears slowing down, a glazed gaze watching closely at the way both vampires eventually discarded their prey. The man in his arms was going limp as well, the hybrid letting him go before the bastard could fade too much. That too was new, the wolf didn’t seem to mind feeding on someone after they died. The moment of death passed to him like it had done before he had been turned, a unconscious thanking of the spirit for the life given to sustain another, then the release of energy that didn’t at all feel unpleasant to the wolf. But right then it felt right to Rian to let the offering go before the spirit left, doing it the vampire way to honor the ones he hunted with.

His eyes cut over to the one left when Daniel spoke, his voice sounding too loud in Rian’s ears. It left the room eerily silent for a moment before Armand’s smooth voice drifted over them. Rian’s eyes glazed over more, excitement dancing through him as he drew nearer to the dazed man left for last. The idea of sharing this one seemed right to Rian in all ways, but also far too hot. Though…it wouldn’t really be crossing any lines, would it? His eyes sought out the two other vampires, unsure but eager.

Daniel felt the calming influence their parts in the link were having on Rian. Hunting like this as a ‘pack’ to use the werepires vernacular appeared to calm the big bad wolf in the younger male. It was less frustrated now and playing nice alongside the more finickity vampiric sensibilities. Pleasure at the possibilities for future such trips with others flared brightly down the psychic link. The way the prey was despatched differed too, Rian would happily have chased death along with the departing soul. A vampire would never do this…part taboo, part practicality based. He now knew more of their collective starter story through the Amel incident. It filled in all the gaps absent in Akasha and the twins stories from the beginning. As their kind became from a revenge curse it made sense for them not to tempt fate and get dragged down too. Especially one as fairly young as himself wasn’t going to push his luck anymore than he needed to..for once! ‘Shall we share this one?’ His makers honey toned voice inquired of them. Felt the edge of keenness from Rians side, lust glazing those tranquil turquoise pools with heat. Drinking as one meant lines would blur for better or worse. He would crucially feel Armands thoughts and emotions in this loop too. His eyes focused back sharply to the man, who noticed and disliked attention back on himself. Studied this man and the surface memories. This one preferred his ‘playmates’ partially drugged and helpless when he had group parties. Blackmailing these poor souls at the first sign of trouble. He wouldn’t rue any of these mens passings, and was fitting bearing these facts in mind that he was the last to go. “Up to you. Whatever your comfortable with really?” He looked at Armand for his final input on the matter, bowing to his superior mentalistic abilities. What ever he decided would be.

Armand could guess Rian was pleased how things had turned out even without the psychic loop strumming his contentment to him. The wolf was sated and therefore quiet within the werepire. It had got to play and Rian had kept control avoiding blacking out. There was logic in him hunting with at least one other vampire as company, as it aped the wolves preferred pack mentality allowing all sides of Rians psyche to relax fully. No dismemberment or worrying of the body this time around. Dropped to the floor, ears perking up at the suggested next meal. A shared one as he had voiced outloud. The man in question at their feet was a fine example of a sadist. Liking his bed partners to compliant and unconscious or at least so drugged they offered little to no resistance. Feeling the hit of excitement, followed by a wave of accompanying desire. Rian thought this was a ‘too hot’ idea to quote the younger male. Hunting was the second most intimate thing you could do with one of your kind. The shared feeding was some could argue, another form of bloodplay. Even if it was via the mind gift. Lines could blur, and easily be crossed. But he could feel and hear Daniel was all Armands thoughts circled back to in the end. Different to the glimpse achieved during their own love making. Echoed through the werepires unique mental landscape. His mind palace in a manner of speaking, quite the invitation and nit at all to be taken lightly. Daniels words downplayed the obvious eagerness in his twinkling violet orbs and fidgety hands. Would it be a spice up too far. Afterall it was the vampire equivalent of inviting a third into the boudoir…at the very least both partaking in a kiss with another over dinner. Cautiousness was second nature to Armand though it was his idea. Careful what you wish for - Daniels influence taught him to be braver or atleast less stifled. “Perhaps…no touching outside of our minds aside from myself and Daniel ofcourse.” He stated as his one proviso. Kneeling next to the man in preparation.

Hybrid Theories (Closed Starter with rian-garou)

The blood was too good, the violence of the act feeding something more than his body. This wasn’t the one that had hurt him, but it might as well have been, and in some way he was getting his revenge all over again. He’d never gotten to tear into that man, not the way he’d wished, and someone else had taken him out for good before he had the chance. Now he was ending this dark soul instead and he didn’t feel any hint of remorse. When his claws cracked through bone to let his finger wrap around a still beating heart he felt only satisfaction, the choked scream that didn’t quite make it out only feeding him further.

He took one last mouthful of blood into him before his hand yanked back, bringing that heart out of the man’s chest. He was ripping into the still contracting muscle before he could stop himself, ripping out large chunks to devour before licking hungrily as the slowing stream when the organ no longer found blood to pump. What was left dropped to the ground along with the shredded body, the sound of it dull to his ears. A keening noise spilled out, the hybrid starting to resemble a puppy much more than a savage beast as he licked at his hands, regretting that the meal was already over when he was still so very hungry.

Yellow eyes cut over to the two vampires that had witnessed it all, recognition still there in his gaze when he looked at them, his mind not completely gone this time. His cheeks heated when he caught himself licking at drying blood, his arms dropping down. He could feel blood all over his face, his clothes smeared in the stuff, ruining borrowed items. His shifted nervously, eyes going back to their original color before he looked down at the mangled corpse by his feet “uhm, I’m going to just assume you don’t want any of that?” he went red under the war paint of blood “I…oops?”

He stared too long at Daniel and Armand, suddenly realizing a question had been asked earlier, the blond giving a few owlish blinks at them both as he tried to recall what it was. Something about him and Lestat? Ah…“oh, and to answer the question, there is a kind of silence between me and Lestat now. What was there before has been muted to something close to being shut out. But I can still catch emotion coming through, as can he. So we still have something, but I no longer hear his voice directly. Though lately, the person I added to the mix has started bridging that gap.”

Daniel recognised the glazing over of eyes and displacement in actions. When your mind was elsewhere imagining your situation with someone else. When he had bedded Armand and his selves would be lovers he had always imagined the auburn haired beauty in their place. Rian was using this opportunity to settle karmic scores. Rians clawed hand punched through the ribs like they were made of paper. Carefully tilting it to swallow as much blood from this meaty norsel as he could. The heart dropped to the ground with a audible squelch. Emitting a dog like whine as it sat wasted on the floor. Cleansing his limbs with eager lips and tongue to lap off overspill. Daniel felt part if himself start when those alien yellow eyes turned to him. No reaction in his body or face. Mainly perhaps as he could read a personality behind those wolfed out peepers. The hand me down clothes worthy only of the furnace now. He snorted suddenly at belated question of whether they wanted what remained.“No, your good Rian. I’ll catch mine later.” Marvelling at how much blush he could see beneath the crimson wash.“Who knew the man would have so much blood…” mumbling shakespeares Macbeth. Funny what comes to mind with the right stimulus…. “So your empathic to eachother!! That’s better than a kick in the crown jewels. So your significant other is a telepath too. Interesting…” Surveying the carnage Daniel brainstormed how to cover their tracks. Petrol, fire and parts scattered in river perhaps. “Well us next then for show and tell.”

This dark soul as Rian had named him served a purpose to rectify something in the young hybrids past. If the person in question was unobtainable, then dish out justice unto the closest equivalent individual. There was similarities between this evildoer and a golem from Rians not so happy past. So far Rians wolf side was remaining calm on a lease. Even the systematic desemination of this human to gorey small parts had not totally let it loose. The yellow animalistic eyes were quite startling in such a pretty human face. But far cleverer than they would have been if out of control. He could feel the intelligence whirling behind them. The heart was now a empty vessrl, discarded on the floor. Once the pulse ended only so much of the body interested vampires from a scientific comparison stand point. The partial change had been referred too just not witnessed til now. Fasinating. .. The clothes were a total right off. It mattered not as he had learned much this night. He had been equally ritualistic when he had taken the heart during his recovery. Far messier than he would ever usually become. “Ofcourse as we said we did nit expect a share. Let us show you how we perform our hunts next. There’s two especially I would like to meet. By the dock yards and warehouses. Firstly though there’s the disposal of this body to attend to yes.” Digesting what Rian had told about his and Lestats unique emotional sensing of eachother he nodded ascent to Daniels comment. “It is indeed a happy compromise.” He set about burning the parts and placing them in a nearby heavy duty bin before dossing the bin in after shave from the mans briefcase and lighting another fire. “Can you fly Rian? Its just caked in blood as you are a over head travel option may be easier”. Masking all from passersby with a mass illusion.

Hybrid Theories (Closed Starter with rian-garou)

Rian looked amused for a moment as he listened in with half an ear to both vampires through the hunting link, his eyes flickering back to Armand, serious but glittering with a hidden smile. He hadn’t thought about it, but he could easily bridge these two if he opened enough and they let him stay connected enough to their minds. He had done this enough that it was easier than the vampire way of mental conversation, but if he added a bit of both? They could probably both speak the words and feel the emotion from each other. With their help it would probably easier to do for him than if he’d been the only one with the gift.

He nodded in answer to the words spoken, focusing back on the man waiting for him. He didn’t give it more thought or hesitation, he just sort of sauntered over to the tall man, smiling too sweetly. He could already smell fear on him, maybe it was the way Rian moved, or maybe something showed in his eyes as he stopped in front of the other male. He gazed up, crooning words the monster had used far too many times himself “going to make you hurt so good, baby. You know you’ll love it” another smile, this time with fangs flashing and the man was backing away. The wolf got riled up when the target backed off and Rian was on him before he could take another step.

He was  quite a bit shorter than this one, but as it turned out in perfect height to go for the throat. Perhaps the ideal size when hunting the male part of the population was something closer to Rian and Armand’s stature than Daniel’s. The smug observation carried through the link right before his fingers curled into dark hair, yanking the man to him. His arm locked like a steel band around a fragile human body while his fangs sliced almost neatly into an artery.

Hot blood burst into his mouth, and he was gone, drinking greedily, ripping at the sensitive flesh of that throat, drinking him down deeply. Every filthy little thing the man had ever done played through his mind, making him see red. Fingers turned into claws, ripping into flesh while he drank. He could smell the blood all around him now, his head shaking violently as he held the man by the throat before slamming him up against the brick wall behind them. He bit into him again and again, chunks of flesh tearing loose, blood painting his face, then the claw tipped hand landed on the man’s chest, slowly pushing into soft flesh and hard bone.

Daniel sensed Rian thinking over what he had heard via Armands side of the link. “Bridging the gap - so they could feel and hear eachothers emotions through the link” Excitement coursed through him. He missed hearing Armands voice in his head - it sounded ridiculous he knew as he could hear the same voice outloud with his ears. But it harked back to nostalgia from the early days in their courtship. Like a comfortable jumper. Trust his maker to be one step ahead even in the middle of the hunt. The head space that was more wolf than vampire could make this wish come true. The human tensed as Rian strode towards him. Eyes flickering back to himself and resting on Armand for a beat or two longer than polite. Emotion easily read in this nasty piece of works mind. Memories flashed and Daniel would need a shower and mind bleach to clear them out. Even though mostly the sensible part of this mans head knew he was deep in shits creek. The smug predator side peaked out. His maker ticked alot of boxes for this sicko. The hybrid straight infront shifting focus quickly back to the main threat at hand. As Rian repeated the words this man had said to scores of his victims fear won out and the mammalian part of the human backed away from the fangs that doubtlessly were flashed.Which made it worse. As both predators present shared a love for fleeing prey. Heart racing in their ears he pounced. *Laugh it up against the naturally lanky. Though its a simple fix neck to one side.* He always had liked how neatly Armand nestled against his neckline. Not the most perfect scenario for fuzzy romantic thoughts but vampires equalled weirdness and this was just another pre dinner musing for them. As the blood flowed, the mans rotten deeds travelled just as fluidly into Rian. That’s when the claws literally came out and sliced. He had only been this brutal when in the grips of madness. They couldn’t be messy without being able to hide the kill. They had been human once too was another thought to why except for taking hearts they left bodies intact after blood taken. - Would he take flesh as well as blood?- was the first thing he thought of during this carnage. The second thought was cleanup required

Armand saw the light bulb of acknowledgment to his idea. Those turquoise eyes held a weight coupled with a light hearted light in them. It could work this hybrids unique mind space could bridge their very own saddest reality, something shared by most makers and fledglings - the silence. *Do the rules apply between Lestat and yourself?* Possibly not the most opportune moment to ask Rian an indepth question with the scent of this thoroughly wicked mans blood filling his nostrils in anticipation. But there was no rush in the replies. The man was scared but not as much as any sensible man should be, the rules hadn’t applied to this one for a long time. Too confident for all his scruples to be wary. Gaze shifted past Rian to rest on both Daniel and then himself. They were lingering on him for longer, taking his measure in a hungry and calculating manner. He was a textbook example of this human predators preferred male victim. Not so pretty images sliding across his thoughts. Daniel was reading these wants also tensing at his side. “Not to worry, amore. He is just one of many we can show the error of their ways tonight.” As Rian striked and held the taller mans in his coiled deadly embrace, snuggled in close to the main veins in the neck. He heard the accompanying smug observation that went with the hybrids shorter stature. *A better height for many things, Rian indeed. Maybe the oxygen is less rich up there for the height blessed hmmm.* All in jest as he knew Daniel adored how they slotted together. He gave Daniels hand a gentle squeeze widely smiling to show he had heard the joke also, knowing what his loves response had been even if he couldn’t hear it. Years mapping that sense of humour with as much interest as the then mortals bodies. He had rendered prey to various parts in his time. When trying to reach the inner tender morsels. They were all killers, including the man who was now a meal, to dictate how they dispensed them in what way would be splitting hairs . So no judgement in how the wolf side enjoyed dismembering in a messy but fruitful way. Slowly clawing through ribs to the heart cavity. This one man had hurt so many without any reason other than pleasure. Poetic justice. Associates of this man were nearby, a meeting of minds in a nearby dockland warehouse. He communicated this along their connecting thread to Rian. The perfect place to dispose of the soon to be remains. Serendipity at work.