Irritated Aftermath

[venomania]

((OOC: Alaric continuation or "A Night on the town" darknessbitesrp.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=district&action=display&thread=31&page=1 ))

Alaric despised giving up on a fight. But a werewolf owned rave on a full moon? That was like jumping into a shark tank with a leg of lamb. He looked at his rapidly healing arms and swore slightly.
He'd liked that shirt. And he'd had to leave the hat... at least both were replaceable.

After running rapidly, he reached his previous sanctity. The conveniant thing with the underground and needing blood? The place swam with human slaves. Even if you owned none, you could find one quite easily. Alaric had the fortune of being a seller of such things. So, he'd lose profit by eating one. Replaceable.

He walked through the unwelcoming metal doors of the small chamber where he kept three human girls. He walked slowly to the skinniest of them, making a beckoning motion with his finger. "W-where am I going?"

"Out of here." He said, taking her by the wrist. "In fact, you'll never be bothered again." He smiled pleasantly.

"R-really? Thank you. Thank you!" She began to cry, and in gtatitude threw her arms around him. Perfect. He grinned, lifting one hand and snapped her neck.

"You're relieved, my dear." He said, now biting the limp, still-warm body at her neck, draining the sweet, red liquid.

He felt his weariness, soreness, and all other troublesome things melt away as he drank greedibly, and, he admitted, a bit messily. He needed to change his hsirt anyway. Why bother with neatness?

After he'd had his fill, he left the body to lay, assuming someone else may become interested and pick it up. Anmd with that, he turned and went to change out opf his badly ripped shirt.

[Zaerox]

Eden continued determinately down the long narrow corridor of the Underground. Daemon stomped along behind her, clearly in a bad mood, but also stayed very close to her, his hand almost touching hers, as though he wanted to grab onto it for comfort. She hadn't wanted to bring him here, but he had insisted. Anything could happen in this place where murderers, traitors, and gamblers made their home. She chuckled to herself, and yet wasn't she one those too?
Eden was here on business, buying human stock. She was going to purchase some as a gift to the rulers of the vampires, situated at Red Snow. She was planning on returning to the capital city very soon, to find news and see if she could recruit any more to her cause. However it was customary to send a gift before one arrived at Red Snow, it showed proper respect and devotion. And what did the vampires most desire on the mountain, far away from their prey? Fresh blood.

[daemon]

Daemon closely followed Eden, not trying to get lost in this unknown place. His hand lightly brushed against hers for a moment, before he yanked it away. He desperately wanted to hold her hand, part of the natural desire of an eleven year old when brought to a new strange place. The tunnels and corridors that made up the underground were made out of stone. The stone walls apparently at one point became the gray canvas for graffiti. The name of some of the more notorious gangs of vampires that were now most likely dead from one too many encounters with the hunters that never seemed to sleep, were scatted across the corridor, as well as the name of werewolf packs. The place reeked of blood, sweat, and sex.

Daemon scratched his arms instinctively, his pale, ashen skin just finished recovering from the burns caused by the holy water. Now being healed he couldn't survive staying in that tore down shamble of a house any longer. Wherever Eden goes, I go, Daemon thought to himself. The dark hallway opened up into a wider room. He noticed there were humans chained and leashed kneeling on the cold stone floor. Either naked or barely dressed. He saw no werewolves, but plenty of vampires, haggling over the sale of the human slaves. Some of the more well known vampires even had a familiar by their side.

"Eden, why are we here again?" Daemon, could faintly hear the sound of gambling. He remembered it from the times his dad's friends would get too loud in the basement while playing cards. What exactly was the Underground?

[Zaerox]

"We're here to buy some humans," she said in an undertone, "for some very powerful vampires that I need to talk to soon. If they don't get a very nice gift beforehand, they aren't going to be very pleasant." She hated this place, there was no fresh air down here and it absolutely reeked of human waste and sweat. Poor wretches, she thought, eyeing the starving things chained to the wall that could barely be called human anymore. The eyes of the vampires, buying or selling the slaves, watched her intently as she passed. She wasn't a regular to the Underground and so they immediately distrusted her. Eden however, glared right back and most of her observers looked away from her fierce gaze.
Taking a chance she stepped up to one stall and leaned confidently against the counter. The vampire merchant looked her up and down before asking, "What do you want sweetheart? Can I interest you in some of my fine stock?" "Maybe, another time," she answered politely, "however you could help me with something else. Where can I find the finest slaves in this place?" She subtly slipped him some bills. His eyes widened, "Well that would be Alaric's place I guess..." "Excellent, where might I find him?" She asked in an innocent voice. "Take this corridor to the end and make a right and then a left," the merchant said, "he's got his own rooms full of human stock." "Thanks very much." She said warmly, and then headed in the direction he had indicated. "Daemon, stay close to me," she muttered, taking his hand in hers this time, "this might get dangerous."

[venomania]

Alaric leaned coolly against the wall, a clean, new shirt on and a grey fedora sitting neatly atop his head, hiding his eyes. The footsteps he heard were coming his way, and he could guess for what, but he wasn't the type to approach oncoming buyers. They would come to him, he knew, and he took a sort of pleasure in the idea of someone needing his assistance. Needing to speak to him, needing his service... In a way, it boosted his ego, and gave him a feeling of superiority.

The woman--vampire, obviously--walked towards him, he looked briefly, comprehending her face. She was small, with dark hair, contrasting against ashen skin in a similar way to his. Her grey eyes seemed pale enough to nearly blend into the skin tone, in stark complimentary with the black hair. She was a bit frightening-looking... yet, in a way, he decided, she was attractive.

At her side, he noticed a small boy, as dead as his companion. Sad, he ackowledged, that one should eternally walk the earth as a child. Never to grow into maturity, or sexual prime, nor even a drinking age. Never to experience life, truly, as one who could live it for themselves. While Alaric saw an old, possibly powerful vampire, the world saw a helpless child.

"What can I do for you, 'Milady?'" He smiled slightly when the pair was close enough for conversation. "A slave? Or opiate perhaps? Or a grudge you'd like me to eliminate? Any and all are yours for a price."

[daemon]

"Powerful vampires?" Daemon asked curiously. Showed how little he knew of his own kind. He didn't know that there apparently seemed to be a system of government the vampires had. He just assumed they were all undead loners doing whatever they pleased to survive for the rest of their immortal lives. Maybe the underworld is just as complex and political as the human world. But then all vampires were human at one point, it wouldn't be so uncommon to see them try to recreate their old system and way of living.

Daemon grabbed Eden's hand with a strong grip as he felt the unsettling gazes of the vampires that watched him and Eden as they moved across the room. A few of the shady people down there he pointed out as werewolves, since their skin was alive with color and they weren't changed. "Filthy mutts" Daemon said quiet enough so he wouldn't be heard. He wondered how a vampire and werewolf could ever come together to work for each other.

His thoughts were interrupted by Eden's conversation with one of the vampire merchants. He noticed that the vampire was checking her out and hissed slightly, feeling that the unworthy leech didn't deserve the privilege of seeing her. Once Eden and the merchant finished talking, the younger vampire released Eden's hand. Daemon warned the slave peddler to watch where he stared, through bared fangs. Catching up with Eden, he stood by her side and watched as they neared another vampire, more clean and official looking, than the previous.

[venomania]

((OOC: Aww, Daemon is cute!))

[Zaerox]

Eden smiled at the imposing vampire, trying to see his eyes, which were cast in shadow by the fedora he wore. Something was very familiar about him, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it... "Alaric, right? I need some human stock actually, ten of your finest. I also need them delivered to Red Snow as soon as possible." She didn't dare say more than that on the subject. Down here in the undercity you didn't just pay with money and slaves. Information was just as vital a resource, and she didn't want too many to know her plans. Trying to ignore the vampire's searching stare, she glanced at Daemon for a moment, muttering to him, "Stay here all right? Once I'm done figuring out this deal I'll come right back. Don't move from this spot,okay?"

[venomania]

Alaric thought for a moment. Finest. Did that mean quiestest? Or Healthiest? Sure, he actualy kept most of his well-fed and hydrated. He found healthy flesh tasted more refreshing, himself, and his own clients likely discovered the same. Once again, it made him more sought after.

"There may, of course, be an extra expense to my delivering them personally. " He shrugged. "Then again, money isn't my prime sourace of payment." In fact, he actually perferred when someone did things for him, or gave information. Money was useful to humans, and he really only used it for clothing and food for his merchandise. That was simple and didn't require much.

"I'll take you to my stores... select the slaves and we'll negotiate prices? Hmmm?"

[daemon]

"I don't want to stay here, I'm coming with you!" Daemon whined annoyingly. Though being fully mature in actual years, he still seemed like nothing more than the child he was the day he was turned. "Why do you have to leave me by myself? I don't even know this place!" He started, this time a hint of anger in his voice at the thought of being abandoned, no matter how shortly.

He stared at Alaric, he didn't seem like one of the more sleezy and thuggish vampires in the place, so he was somewhat harder to hate. "Hurry up and go buy the dead meat." He said, pouting slightly.

On the uphand, Daemon thought, I could always take a place to venture into this place. It seemed like a miniature las vegas burrowed under Nightcrest, giving it's name of the Underground.

[Zaerox]

"I won't be long," Eden said, touching his shoulder once before turning to Alaric. "Let's see these slaves of yours. I'm sure we can come to some agreement." She wondered exactly what he wanted for the humans. She had a bag loaded with money, however this vampire didn't seem like one who needed cash. What would his price be? Eden glanced once more at Daemon, his eyes wide as he stared at the sights of the Underground. Don't do anything stupid, she prayed silently. She had only known the child for a couple days, but she already felt a strange connection to him. And even more than that, a fierce protective instinct, she hated leaving him alone.

[summerdayzz]

OOC: dont do anything stupid....its like shes asking for something to happen XD
heh..spoilers
OOC2: and cat is right! awww daemon! so cute x)

[venomania]

Alaric led her to his largest storeroom. He perferred to keep them unchained to avoid bruising, which is why he kept his in isolated rooms he'd long ago dug for himself. In the largest were fourteen humans of various gender between the agres of sixteen and twenty-four. Young, filling and not all that difficult to fight with. "Your choice, madam." He said coolly. He wasn't quite picky with what he sold. "I'll tell you this now, Miss, a more satisfying reward may make the delivery much easier, and much faster. For example... why have you decided to trek to Red Snow? Too valuable? I could always use a temporary assistant." He smirked. Many a werewolf had been victim to accepting the assistant's job, and each and every one of the silly things had died on the job. It truly was something meant fora vampire, assisting a supernatural mercenery and dealer.

Several of the humans seemed to look at the woman beside Alaric with pleading eyes. It was amazing, the social norms and structure of humans. Every one of the, was well fed, clothed, and left alone until selling, but every one of them also begged for death. Missing their families, their homes, they begged. Fools. Family and home were the causes of heartbreak. Not to mention, those who buy slaves generally aren't the type to return them to their homes. Ah, hope as they will. He tried not to let it weigh too heavily in his mind, heart, or conscience. Humans were fools. Humans were the sort who risk it all and give up said humanity for those who didn't care. Human was what he'd decided never to be again.

"Made your selection, Miss?" He asked absently after a few moments.

[Zaerox]

Leaving Daemon behind in the corridor, she followed Alaric into the next room. The young girls inhabiting the room looked much better cared for than those she had seen before. They looked at her desperately, with pleading eyes. She tried not to meet their gazes, though she had long ago lost her sympathy for human kind, she still remembered what it had felt like the night she had been changed. The dark streets, cold air, the face of the vampire, and most of all the smell of her own blood. "I have." she said, answering Alaric. "These will do." She pointed out ten from the group, ignoring the gasps from the ones she had chosen. Now for his payment. He clearly wanted information, but could she risk telling him what he wanted to know? And assistant? She didn't like the way his eyes flashed as he had mentioned it, his lip quirking into an evil smile. Well, might as well see exactly what he wanted to know first. Worst comes to worst, she thought, I'll just lie and make up some story that will satiate his interest. "What exactly do you want to know about my journey to Red Snow?" she asked slowly.

[daemon]

Daemon went until both older vampires were out of sight, before flashing a mischievous grin. "You won't mind if I get a feel for my bearings, will you Eden?" Daemon turned around and ran down another corridor, curious to what the sincity had to offer. Once again the corridor broadened out to a larger room. This time a bright light shortly blinded his vision once he entered. His ears were soon filled with the loud noise of swearing and clanging metal. Once his eyes adjusted to the bright lights, he jumped back slightly, amazed at what he saw.

In front of him was a large cage made of pure silver. Inside were two werewolves, fully transformed, mauling at each other. On their necks were some type of collar. It was gold, so it wasn't like it was harmful to them, why did they let themselves get put into a cage like that? Over the yelling and profanity, Daemon managed to catch small parts of conversation. "I got 20 on the newcomer, he looks fierce, look at that red fur."

"Sorry. I have to go with a current fan favorite, this guy has ripped through vampires and werewolves alike, hard to believe he was human before he got captured here." The two men laughed and carried on, chanting for their contestant to win. A fight club? No more than that, fight clubs you actually had a choice in fighting. They were nothing more than slaves that got captured and were fighting to entertain the filth that lived in the Underground. He wasn't one for violence and he definitely couldn't condone what happened here.

Too disgusted to watch and see what the outcome of the already bloody fight would be, the young vampire glanced around the area, finding a door instead of another hallway. Curiosity getting the better of him, he quickly made his way through the door, before anyone had time to notice he was a new arrival, much less one that apparently wasn't familiar with the workings of the vampire world. He tried the door and was slightly surprised when it opened without any force. Daemon slipped in quietly and closed the door. He immediately noticed unnaturally large and tough looking people walking around, as if protecting something. They encircled smaller versions of the cage he had witnessed outside. Inside each was a person, whether they were human vampire or beast, with the same golden collar. Before he had time to wonder about what was going on he felt something rope around his neck and tighten

"Little boys shouldn't be out past curfew," an elderly voice said sarcastically. He tried to fight and claw at whatever was around his neck but to no avail. "Fighting won't do you any good. I've dealt with raging wolves on a blood moon, I think I can handle a vampire who doesn't even reach my waist." Daemon twisted and turned, finally feeling the grip on the leash around his neck released. He turned to see an old looking lady smile at him before he felt a strong pair of claws slash at his back. He choked on the words he had been prepared to say and crashed to the floor, slowly falling unconscious. Eden, why'd you leave me alone?