[OPEN] MURDER ON THE DANCEFLOOR

[baisant]

The Duke of Central London's Samhain festivities are open upon invitation only. Those who are fortunate enough to have received one, either from the Duke himself or from one of his guests, are privy to quite the affair. Raymond has obviously been planning this for some time now, and the bar is fully stocked, the room fully decorated for the festivities. Collected from the fae hunt that their leader had encouraged, fae blood flows freely, available freshly served in punch bowls or straight from the source itself, in the form of kidnapped fae off of the streets. The vampires who partake are drunk with it and high on the euphoria that it offers, a drug unlike any other their kind can partake in.

As promised by Raymond himself, it is a rave the likes that London has never seen before. And it's about to get a lot more memorable still...

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[dirtyredneck]

"Don't change that you did good doing it," he said back, tone going soft. "Ain't an easy thing to do. Makin' a choice like this. Ain't easy to be proud of, neither."

He was speaking somewhat from experience. Not from killing a lot of people, but rather from cutting off family ties when he left home the way he had. Almost three years in and he hadn't looked up his brother or checked up on him out of fear he'd get himself dragged back to Georgia and entangled in whatever Merle was up to. Or worse, find out his brother had gone off and gotten himself killed. It was easier to live in the limbo of the unknown.

"You need a towel or somethin'?"

[vampire_barbie_girl]

She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. "It's probably not worth it, not until everything's cleaned up. At which point, these clothes are definitely going in the garbage." Not just because of stains - though they would no doubt be stained - but because she didn't want to see this outfit ever again.

"Why did you help?" she asked after a moment. People killing vampires wasn't surprising, but doing it to help another vampire was.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl could understand that. He didn't have a lot of outfits, though, so as long as his cleaned up decent he'd be keeping his. And he wasn't quite as covered as she was. The joys of using a crossbow for the majority of the fighting.

He shifted the weight of his bow on his shoulder and shrugged, "Jean-Claude asked me to. Promised to make changes so shifters weren't being targeted no more." And Daryl trusted him to keep his promise.

[vampire_barbie_girl]

Caroline nodded. That made sense. "Hopefully no one's targeting." She included vampires in that no one. Ever since she'd move her, she'd felt vulnerable in ways she wasn't used to. In ways she didn't want to get used to.

"I should probably go inside, see if there's anything else that needs to be done."

[dirtyredneck]

There was at least one vampire outside Islington he didn't want targeted either, so for that sentiment he definitely agreed.

"Okay," he said, nodding at her suggestion. "If you see Jean-Claude, tell him to get his ass out here 'fore sun up."

[vampire_barbie_girl]

"Sure, will do," Caroline promised, before heading towards the door. Before going inside, she turned back. "I'm glad you guys were here to help."

[dirtyredneck]

"You, too," he answered back with a half smile and a lifted chin. The sentiment was honest. He was glad to have other vampires in Islington on 'their' side. He'd never had anything personally against the group as a whole until Harris entered the picture and called a free for all on shifters. But it was difficult to not come down with a case of hate after what he'd gone through. Being reminded that not all of them were like that helped keep things in perspective.