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Working Dinner -- for stauncherhearted

Politics were always a messy business. His own father had been in the House of Lords, so it was no great revelation for Coward upon coming of age. Circle Daybreak had been no different, nor had the Night Council. He'd sat in all three, watching the machinations at work and the dancers going through their steps. By thirty, he'd been skilled at it himself. Skilled enough to weave between Daybreak and Midnight, to represent witches while helping to organise a coup of the human and supernatural governments. It had failed, and most of the work was unknown, but he remembered. Even if few others did.

Still, that didn't mean personal feelings didn't crop up. Not of love, no. God in Heaven, no. Those... Well.

But he respected the young witch. He admired the bold streak in the Midnight witches these days. It came and went, he knew. After all, they'd begun to be something of a presence in his day. He'd hoped to bring them into the light. Make them something. So he wanted it to be clear why he had metaphorically gotten into bed with their enemies. Especially as he had a personally professional relationship with the woman out to dinner with him tonight.

It was a quiet place, discreet without being obviously so.

The menu was, perhaps, more expensive than he usually chose, but this was a working dinner. Not as bloodworker and client, though that would no doubt come later when he gave her a ride home with his driver. Just a bit to tide him over. Her other services... Well. He saw the appeal. Any man would. But those, he refrained from for... personal reasons.

"Thank you for coming tonight," he offered with a slight but sincere smile. "I wanted to apologise for my support of Circle Daybreak. I'm well aware that they're making things quite difficult."

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if the menu was more expensive than what he chose, it was far more expensive than what she would choose. But she wasn't paying, so she was more than happy to attend. Besides, it wasn't every day you were invited out to dinner with the Commissioner of the Met.

"Of course," she said softly, with a gentle smile. "How could I turn down dinner with Lord Coward?" She raised her glass, already filled with wine, towards him in a small salute. A familiar gesture for the woman.

It was high time he explained why he'd sided with Daybreak. Nancy had been thrown fully into the politics of the supernatural, since she'd been approached by Kenzi and Abby to help create Shadow Coven, and even though she disliked them, she'd had to keep one ear to the ground at all times. At least her profession left her in a good place for information.

She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow at his apology. "Are you? I'd say they are." Hello, recent kidnapping victim, right here. "I understand why the police are impartial, but you personally?"

"I am opposed to a fae presence among humans. Whether they are changed or not." Because werewolves, vampires, metahumans, shapeshifters, and witches... all came from the human background. Fae? Were another kind of thing altogether. And he would make no apology for that. "And it has been in my political favour in the Nest to take a hard stance against them."

That Midnight and the fae were linked... Well. There was no surprise there, of course. He had run in the same circles. Had owed his allegiance to a Midnight witch who had wanted to rise above what was considered 'proper' for such a position. He had laid down his life for that man and his beliefs.

"At the moment, it is Circle Daybreak who opposes them."

He would willingly apologise, yes, but he could not apologise for why he did what he did. He was a relative newcomer to London, and his position in the Nest was even more uncertain. He was a young vampire by far, and he already had a very tenuous grasp on what position he did possess.

"And, so, it is with actions against them in which I, as a member of the Islington Nest, stand with Circle Daybreak. The police -- and in my role as Commissioner -- are impartial."

She purses her lips slightly, but otherwise makes no indication of her feelings on the subject. Vampires against fae. The war was going to only get bloodier, and, unfortunately, she knew her position in it: right in the middle. She was raised by fae, worked closely with vampires, and fae alike. She'd already been grabbed as a fae ally. How long until Daybreak knew she was close with vampires, as well?

Though, truthfully, most of them wouldn't miss her. She was disposable. and that was a problem.

Regardless, she understood what Coward was saying, taking note of every word that passed his lips. By rights, she should cut ties with Coward, if he was openly supporting Daybreak. But her relationship with him wasn't so important as she'd be a deterrent. They were business partners, if you wanted to gussy it up a bit. Besides, it was always in her best interests as a human, and as a prostitute, to have someone high up on her side.

"I see." Another drink, this time through lips pressed thinly against her glass. "So this is an apology dinner."

"Apology and explanation."

He smiled faintly, though it was the look of a man who knew a precarious situation when he saw one. After all, he'd played this game before. He knew the stakes, and he knew how wrong things could go.

"I have no intention of making enemies of Circle Midnight." Which was the truth. Granted, depending on where they stood with the fae, that might not be possible. "The only actions of Daybreak I've supported have been those against the fae. And I intend to keep it that way."

Nancy looks at him carefully a moment, one eyebrow raised just slightly. Alright. Apology and explanation. She'll listen, if she wasn't already.

He hated the fae, she could understand that. So many people did, and she didn't blame them in the slightest. And if Daybreak was working actively against them, sure. She could see the benefits to allying himself with Daybreak in order to get rid of the fae.

Nancy sets down her glass and nods. "Alright. I hear you." And she'd keep an ear to the ground on the subject as well.

Coward offered a smile. Not many people knew, no, but this girl... Well. She knew enough about many people. And there was no real harm. A bit of digging would reveal it anyway.

"My sympathy -- and, therefore, my support if it becomes necessary -- will always be with Circle Midnight. I do not forget my roots so easily."

His roots. Well then. She smiles at him, eyebrows raised once more just the slightest bit. "That's good to hear, Lord Coward." They could use more friends in high places as Midnight. They didn't have Redbright, but they could have others.

For a moment, Nancy considers trying to find a way to turn Norrell towards them, but she had the feeling that bringing him over would be nigh impossible, but also stupid.

"I was a witch before I was turned," he said, merely confirming what she had guessed. It was a long time ago, but he'd never forgotten that. He still missed the feeling of magic-- real magic-- at his fingertips. "Sat on the Night Council, actually."

Nancy blinked slowly, leaning forward just slightly. "Really? That's-" she wanted to ask when but she knew that it was generally not a good idea to ask vampires how old they were.

"That's outstanding." Already she has a million questions, but it wasn't her place.

"Officially, I was part of Circle Daybreak, of course." He smiled faintly, shaking his head. "We had no known covens back then. But there was a man who was organising them. Us."

And that man... Well, he'd been willing to follow him into anything. He still was.

The parallels begin to emerge.

"We've only got one, now," she pointed out with just a bit of pride. She did love Shadow Coven, and those in it.

"Yeah? May I ask what happened?" He seemed to be leading.

"We tried to make a coup."

He almost laughs as he says it. After all, it's no difficulty to see what's going on. How history repeats itself. And he doesn't want to see these girls go down that path.

At least not in the same way.

"Night Council. Parliament."

He shakes his head, but there's a smile. Foolish youthful pride.

"It failed, of course."

"Oh." She can see it all playing out in the blink of an eye. But that wasn't what they wanted. They didn't want to take things over, they just wanted to be safe and to be allowed to exist and practice their magic.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"The Night Council left me to the human authorities. Parliament. Who were happy to call it treason."

Which was and probably always would be a capital offence. No one had thought to check for fresh wounds. To see if something had tasted his blood and put its own into his mouth. No one had even thought to make sure he actually died.

Her jaw dropped. "They put you to death." And here he was. No wonder he would never have sympathies for the Night Council or Daybreak.

It almost seemed crueler, to hand him over to the humans.

"Sentenced to hang from the neck until dead." The Night Council would likely have killed him, too. What he had done was treason against all fronts. But, oh, listening to Lord Blackwood... He'd have done it all over again.

"But human jails have no security against vampires. So, it was easy for one to slip in and offer me the chance to live after death. I accepted."

Her image of it all took on gothic romantic tint as she listened. A vampire stealing in in the middle of the night to offer a condemned man eternal life. It fit the image so many humans had of vampires.

"You gave up magic for immortality."

"I was going to die the next morning. I had the choice between losing everything... and losing my magic."

An easy choice, ultimately. But one that he sometimes wondered about.

"But it was my choice to make."

"I hadn't thought of it that way." She ducked her head slightly in apology. "Forgive me, Lord Coward."

He waved off the remark with one hand.

"It's something I think about a lot. I miss it-- the magic I could do. But I wasn't ready to die. I wasn't done serving, either."

"The man who lead you- was he the one that turned you?" Probably another more private question than she should be asking, but her curiosity had been piqued and there was nothing that Coward would be able to do to turn her away.

"They caught him before the coup. Let the humans try him for murder and convict him. He was hanged."

How he'd been reached by a vampire, Coward couldn't know. It's an old story to him, but it's an important one. One he doesn't mind telling, especially to a young witch. And especially to one who feeds him.

"He told us he would return. Then-- there he was at my door. Three days later. He told me what I was and asked me if I was still loyal to him. I was, and so he finished his transformation."

Human blood, required to turn. His own had been someone he'd hunted. He'd had no disciple to go to.

"Then, when I was caught, he came to me and offered me immortality." He paused, his voice almost trailing off. It was... somehow reverent and sentimental. "An eternity of serving him."

She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Your blood is what did it." There's reverence in her voice as she looks up at the older man. It made their relationship all the more poignant in her mind.

There were few people she would have let use her blood for transformation, she'd like to think, though truthfully, if nearly anyone came up to her, she'd let them. Preferably if they paid, but if she had a relationship like Coward had with his sire? Of course she would.

Fagin expected that all of his children would die for him, would feed him one day of their own free will. Hopefully, none of them would.

"Is he...?"

"In Barbados, last I heard. Or, at least, according to his last letter."

Coward smiled a little, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands together.

"He enjoys travelling a great deal. I felt like returning to London."

Still alive, then, in a manner of speaking. Nancy settles back in her chair.

"I'd be interested in meeting this man." Not to plan a coup. But. Out of curiosity.

"Well I'm glad you came back, it means we got to meet."

"As am I," he murmurs after her last remark. "I must admit, I didn't expect London to be so interesting."

The politics alone were marvellous. Unrest from political parties, clashes against what had been established for so long.

"If Lord Blackwood ever returns to England, I shall be sure to introduce him to you."

"A lot must of changed," she murmurs, more as an aside than anything. The effect is almost theatric.

"I'll look forward to it."

"I do apologise if my actions as of late have been worrying for you and your coven. But have no doubt, you have a friend in me."

One that knew how to move through the shadows. How to make a cult a force to be reckoned with.

"Thank you, Lord Coward." She spoke plainly. "I won't doubt it."

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