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A. What Do Vampires Do Best?

So, Cooper had won the seat on the Night Council. He had to admit that he wasn't sure that he was going to win the election. The competition had been fierce. But apparently the vampires of London had their heads screwed on straight. When he found out the news, he immediately let out a whoop and holler. Then he remembered that he was now a representative and now had to act with more decorum. He'd accepted the position gratefully.

So how to celebrate? Well, there was the traditional vampire method. He was throwing a party in his apartment, which let's face it, was spacious enough for about three parties going on at once. Everyone was invited. Yes, everyone, even those from factions the Nest was in conflict with, or those people that Cooper didn't particularly personally care for. He wanted it to be known he wasn't just exclusively about vampires and was willing to work with other supernatural types for the greater good. It was as good a time as any to approach with any issues other vampires may have wanted him to approach the Council about.

While he is his usual cheerful self as he goes around greeting everyone, those who know Cooper well will notice that he seems a bit distracted. Lately, he's been picking up on the emotions of those around him. It's not entirely a surprise. These things sometimes happen to vampires when they sire a certain number of vampires, or in Cooper's case, reach a certain age. However, suddenly developing empathic powers can be hard to adjust to. Knowing when everyone's lying, feeling sad, or suddenly horny is not the best thing in the world.

B. With Great Power...

Despite his usual irreverent personality, Cooper is taking his duties seriously. Now they're double-fold thanks to being both a Marquess and the Representative. Only one thing to do when he's got a list of vampires who all want to talk to him about their grievances. Out comes the motorcycle and off into London he goes. First up was the lawyer who specialized in keeping vampires out of trouble. Getting some of them to obey the laws of London and actually serve their sentences when they were caught by mortal police was a pain. Occasionally, calling in for back-up in the form of the Marquess was required.

He went along his day, checking in on one of his favorite blood donors to make sure she wasn't being taken advantage of by the older vampires in the nest. After talking to Shady Heavens, the infamous drag queen and her tally of grievances that ran sky high, Cooper decided he needed a break. Stopping at a fish 'n chips place, he was perched on his motorcycle, gnawing away at his lunch, and occasionally drinking from a flask of blood at his hip. He was bracing himself against the brushes of emotions he kept feeling from different passerby. Oh, he would be so glad when he got this new gift under control.

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He played it off like it's nothing, but Nancy was on that immediately. She put her hand on his arm. "What? Cooper-! and you didn't tell me?"

They were supposed to be open and honest with each other, right? And if he got new powers and they were distracting him, she wanted to know. Her brow furrowed, her lips pursed slightly.

"What- what is it? What can I do to help you?"

Cooper held up his hands and shrugged. "Hey, in my defense, I only figured out what was going on about a week ago." The election had been going on and there had been bigger things for the vampire to worry about than the increasingly big headache he found himself with.

"I've been sensing the emotions of people when they're in close distance t'me. At first I was just pickin' up on your emotions, 'n since we're so close, I just thought it was me just naturally doing it. It was only when I started finding out things from people I had no way of knowin' that it all fell into place." Boy, that had been a load of fun when he visited Cesare, the paranoia dripping off of him in a steady stream.

He took up one of her hands and gently squeezed it. "Just stay by me. You can be my anchor." His smile showed off his canine teeth. "Still, pretty fortunate for a politician t'know when everyone else is being honest with him, huh?"

Nancy's brow furrows heavily. That's worrying, truthfully. He could pick up on her emotions? Sure, she so often wore them on her sleeve, but there were parts of herself she was trying to keep on lockdown. Cooper being able to read her was a threat to that.

She squeezes his hand back, moving in a few steps closer to him. "Always," she promises him. It's so wonderful, to have a boyfriend that doesn't mind being touchy feely, that likes holding her hand.

"I'll say." She kisses his cheek, "just another reason you're the right choice."

He knew this was going to be a new wrinkle on their relationship. After all, it was one thing to say they were going to be honest with one another, and another thing entirely to be forced to do it because he knew when she was lying.

"Yep." He preened a little as she kissed him. "It's all the sweeter knowing I beat Borgia." Jean-Claude he wouldn't have minded losing to, but Cesare winning would have felt like a kick in the teeth. Now Cooper knew he was the better vampire based off of his own merit and not anything else.

Of course he was happy about beating Cesare. She'd caused a rift between the two of them. She'd never assumed them to be the friendliest sort, but here they were, viewing each other of something of a rival. The election only made it worse.

"Remember, he's a friend," she chides him gently. A friend that had left a bite mark scar on her inner-thigh.

"You deserve it. You have to enjoy tonight! Shouldn't everyone's emotions be happy right now, anyway?" She looks up at him brightly- it's an overly optimistic statement, and, judging from the twinkle in her eyes, it was brought on by the amount of champagne she'd let herself have.

"Your friend, darling." He corrects. Honestly, things hadn't been as bad as they'd been at first between them. Mainly, of course, that had been the drama that surrounded Nancy. With that sorted out, Cooper was mainly holding onto his grudge through sheer Irish stubbornness. "At best, I can tolerate him for minutes on end without feeling the urge t'punch him in the face."

Cooper shrugs. "They should be. There's a few, though, that I gotta keep an eye on." Not every vampire, or even every member of the supernatural community, was bound to be happy about Cooper winning the vote. With his new powers, he was bound to take note, and remember who they were for later on.

Nancy heaves a heayy sigh. Tonight wasn't the night for that specific conversation about Cesare. "I'm going t'call him in the morning," she said, because it made sense to give him her condolences. "Or is that a stupid move? Rude? He'll think I'm rude. Fuck." Why did being friends with Cesare have to be so complicated?

She pouts at him. "I hate that you have to do that." It was idealistic to think it- generally when you hosted parties you had to be on guard and in control. "But I'm with you."

"Call 'em anyway. If you don't, he'll think you don't care. Just be prepared for him t'be sulking and snappish. I would be if I had lost." Cesare was an older vampire, and after needling him enough, Cooper knew that he had his pride too. Right now, he had to be smarting from the defeat.

At Nancy's next words, Cooper shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, sweet-pea. I've lived in the real world for too long. Still, I'm glad to have you on my side." He kissed her on the lips then, tasting a little bit of the drink she'd just had still on them.

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