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Ram pulled one of the flagpoles from its stand and rushed toward Litha. When the first vamp materialized, he was there at the ready to shove the end of the blunt, stake substitute through the intruder's heart. The four who popped in right behind him made no aggressive move. They looked curious, but not concerned.
The staked vampire couldn't have looked more shocked or more offended. Litha's pursuer didn't look like someone who had just been mortally wounded. His expression read closer to that of someone who'd had his feelings hurt.
He looked from the pole sticking out of his chest to Ram. "Hey, t'es baise' toi, ça fait mal." He grabbed the dowel with both hands and pulled it free.
It made a suction noise that caused Elora to wince. When Litha had first uttered the word vampire, Elora had grabbed Glen and put him behind her, which he resented, of course. After all, he'd spent the entirety of his adolescence training for a potential knighthood for cripes sake.
Looking down at the damage the vampire said, "Et j'aimais cette chemise."
As he rubbed his fist into his chest he glanced around the room for the first time. His eyes immediately lit on Elora and he grinned. "Ca va? Je m'appelle Javier. Quel est à vous ? "
The sound of male interest is unmistakable in any language.
Without taking her eyes away from him, Elora said, "Is that French? Who speaks French?"
"I do, " Glen said from behind her. He stepped out to Elora's side. "The dialect is old-fashioned, like they're speaking medieval French or something, provincial at that." Glen looked at Ram. "Basically he said, 'Ow! What the fuck, man? That hurts.' Then he said, 'And I liked this shirt'."
Glen turned to Elora. "To you he said, 'How's it going? I'm Javier. What's your name?'"
Elora stared at Javier and let her eyes roam over his four friends. "Great Paddy." She leaned toward Ram, who had moved to stand near her. "Their eyes aren't pale and they're not acting very vamp-like."
Ram shook his head no in agreement.
"Nonetheless," Deliverance said nonchalantly, "they are vampire. Real vampire. Not the watered-down, diluted version of walking disease that humans call vampire. They're the source of the virus."
At that everybody temporarily forgot everything to gape at the demon.
Litha managed to ask, "You mean you knew about this?"
"Sure."
"What do you mean, 'Sure'? Your only child is married to a vampire slayer and you didn't think that would be good information to share?"
He looked around at the others like he was trying to decide whether or not they should be given clearance to hear his answer. He shrugged. "We have a non-interference policy."
"Okay, first, who is 'we'? And, second, what are you not interfering with? Exactly?"
"We, meaning the races of species who can travel between dimensions unassisted. We're not supposed to interfere with what the low..." He caught himself and thought better of continuing that phrase. "...um... other species are doing. Of course the fucking angels are always breaking the rules because they're such attention whores and The Council is too lazy to enforce their own laws, so in a way I guess that means that everything is really just a guideline. Still, some of us who are old school make an honest effort to comply with tradition even if it ends up being nothing more than a series of empty, meaningless gestures."
Everybody stared in silence for a long time. Finally Litha shook her head and said, "I don't even know where to start."
Deliverance grinned. "How about the Metropolitan Museum? Tonight at midnight there's a fundraiser in the Egyptian wing. Beautiful socialites. Dark corners."
"Stop! I meant I don't know where to start with questions!"
"Questions?" The demon scowled. "No. I'm hungry."
"Wait..." Litha yelled, but broke off, her hand in mid air, and growled with exasperation at the spot where her father had stood before he disappeared.
Litha looked at Storm. "Be right back."
He gave her a slight nod still not taking
The staked vampire couldn't have looked more shocked or more offended. Litha's pursuer didn't look like someone who had just been mortally wounded. His expression read closer to that of someone who'd had his feelings hurt.
He looked from the pole sticking out of his chest to Ram. "Hey, t'es baise' toi, ça fait mal." He grabbed the dowel with both hands and pulled it free.
It made a suction noise that caused Elora to wince. When Litha had first uttered the word vampire, Elora had grabbed Glen and put him behind her, which he resented, of course. After all, he'd spent the entirety of his adolescence training for a potential knighthood for cripes sake.
Looking down at the damage the vampire said, "Et j'aimais cette chemise."
As he rubbed his fist into his chest he glanced around the room for the first time. His eyes immediately lit on Elora and he grinned. "Ca va? Je m'appelle Javier. Quel est à vous ? "
The sound of male interest is unmistakable in any language.
Without taking her eyes away from him, Elora said, "Is that French? Who speaks French?"
"I do, " Glen said from behind her. He stepped out to Elora's side. "The dialect is old-fashioned, like they're speaking medieval French or something, provincial at that." Glen looked at Ram. "Basically he said, 'Ow! What the fuck, man? That hurts.' Then he said, 'And I liked this shirt'."
Glen turned to Elora. "To you he said, 'How's it going? I'm Javier. What's your name?'"
Elora stared at Javier and let her eyes roam over his four friends. "Great Paddy." She leaned toward Ram, who had moved to stand near her. "Their eyes aren't pale and they're not acting very vamp-like."
Ram shook his head no in agreement.
"Nonetheless," Deliverance said nonchalantly, "they are vampire. Real vampire. Not the watered-down, diluted version of walking disease that humans call vampire. They're the source of the virus."
At that everybody temporarily forgot everything to gape at the demon.
Litha managed to ask, "You mean you knew about this?"
"Sure."
"What do you mean, 'Sure'? Your only child is married to a vampire slayer and you didn't think that would be good information to share?"
He looked around at the others like he was trying to decide whether or not they should be given clearance to hear his answer. He shrugged. "We have a non-interference policy."
"Okay, first, who is 'we'? And, second, what are you not interfering with? Exactly?"
"We, meaning the races of species who can travel between dimensions unassisted. We're not supposed to interfere with what the low..." He caught himself and thought better of continuing that phrase. "...um... other species are doing. Of course the fucking angels are always breaking the rules because they're such attention whores and The Council is too lazy to enforce their own laws, so in a way I guess that means that everything is really just a guideline. Still, some of us who are old school make an honest effort to comply with tradition even if it ends up being nothing more than a series of empty, meaningless gestures."
Everybody stared in silence for a long time. Finally Litha shook her head and said, "I don't even know where to start."
Deliverance grinned. "How about the Metropolitan Museum? Tonight at midnight there's a fundraiser in the Egyptian wing. Beautiful socialites. Dark corners."
"Stop! I meant I don't know where to start with questions!"
"Questions?" The demon scowled. "No. I'm hungry."
"Wait..." Litha yelled, but broke off, her hand in mid air, and growled with exasperation at the spot where her father had stood before he disappeared.
Litha looked at Storm. "Be right back."
He gave her a slight nod still not taking
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