[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...

Comments

Break of Dawn - for JC

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl paced the length of the building outside the main entrance. He'd gotten his chance to take out some of Harris' brood, but not nearly as many as he'd wanted. And the chaos had died down a good hour before. Enough that those without the means to stay out after sunup had made their way out of the building and to their homes.

Jean-Claude hadn't come out yet, though. Even with his victory being clear, Daryl had come to help on his request. A job he was getting paid for in more than just revenge.

If there was a little worry about the other man's physical state, it was being very forcefully squashed under general agitation and a desire to get his ass gone.

Re: Break of Dawn - for JC

[baisant]

Jean-Claude can feel dawn approaching straight down to his bones as he makes his way out of the building at last to give the all-clear from inside. It's not only the fact that it's been a long, long night (it has), but there is something about being a creature of the night in possession of daylight jewelry that makes him especially attuned with the ebb and flow of the orb in the sky. With the ring around his finger he is tied to no schedule, but his body aches from the coming sun nonetheless.

Still, even with his fine evening clothes ripped and torn and covered in blood and gore, most of which does not belong to him, Jean-Claude still holds himself tall. He must. He is the new vampire leader, after all. And despite his history and his regular attitude, tonight has proven that he must be taken seriously.

He realized an hour or so into the congratulations that he had not seen Daryl yet. The man he'd left watching the door from the outside -- a role that was necessary given the circumstances but he can understand why Daryl might think it something of a let-down. He wonders if maybe he's left already since he hasn't snuck inside by now when he sees the other man stalking about, not unlike the big cat that he is. The idea put a smile on Jean-Claude's face as he slips out the door towards him.

"A fine show we put on tonight, mon ami," he murmurs as he approaches.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl didn't really stop his pacing, but his path adjusted to bring him in closer to Jean-Claude. Close enough to sniff at him and do a quick check over for injuries. Make sure most of that blood wasn't his. Then moving away like he had no interest in the man's well-being.

"About damn time," he barked out, lip curling in an agitated snarl. "Been waiting out here for hours."

[baisant]

No, most of the blood isn't his, though there were a few of Raymond's lieutenants that had gotten a few good swipes in here and there. Those wounds were caused by physical damage, however, not anything as caustic as a silver bullet or blade, and so they are already mostly healed by this point.

He smiles slightly as Daryl feigns as though he were not concerned about him, though Jean-Claude of course knows better than that. He would not have waited for so long to speak with him otherwise. He spreads his hands wide before him apologetically nonetheless. "I am sorry to keep you waiting then, mon ami," Jean-Claude replies. "It has been... A busy night, to say the least." If Daryl were to look closely at him, he might even recognize signs of exhaustion on the other man's face. Maybe.