“… Oh?” He didn’t think he was owed anything to be honest. “Then again; why? I ain’t gunna be able to do anything with that info; you’ve already told me you’re like a billion years old and that cigarette trick; almost make me ectoplasm on your floor, mate. Like; I can tell people; but they’d be more interested in screaming; ‘ghost’ more than; ‘oh i knew something was up with that cop fellow on so-’n-so floor’.” Micah shrugged; turning attention back to the book the other had so kindly let him have a snoop through.
———❝ I WOULDN’T TELL YOU IF I THOUGHT YOU’D BE WILLING OR ABLE TO SNITCH. more, it’s because you’re here for who knows how long and i’m respecting your right to know. ❞ gliding his finger along the crisp edge of the page, a soft cut took form on the skin of his index finger. almost instantly, the wound sealed closed, a bit of blood still remaining on his pointer.
❝ that does not come without a price ; and it’s a hefty one. ❞
“Your teeth, your toenails, fingernails, your eyes – I’d take them all from you slowly, though I’d take your eyes last after I stapled them open so you’d be forced to watch it all. Then I’d drill holes into your hips to properly fix you to the wall where I’d butterfly your chest like a work of art on display, letting what parts of you hang like Christmas tinsel and whisper sweet nothings into your ear about how absolutely dashing you look, and yet!” Heavy sigh echos his disappointment in the small cement room, hands shrugging in the air as if to show there were no tools, no weapons: just two chairs, a light, and them. “I have been told to get some information from you. Apparently you’ve been holding out on a few details about a certain someone and I’m not allowed to touch you until…” golden eyes glance down at his watch, “…until midnight it seems. Which gives you about 30 minutes to tell me what I’d like to know before my supplies arrive. After that, my obligation to keep you alive disappears by the minute.”
———A BANQUET FOR THE SADISTIC GLUTTON. unlike his previous encounters with the underworld’s dogs, this one seemed more than capable of keeping his promises. it mattered not what got him here
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a sloppy job or one that never truly intended to be a legitimate
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but rather something slightly more present in the current situation.
❝ you’re wasting your time on a gun when the shooter has already escaped. ❞ a smirk. the kind of smile that meant he was ready for what the other had in mind.
❝ my payroll is far too high to let me to be the man who starts talking just when the nipple clamps get pulled out. ❞
———❝ NOTHING PERSONAL. if this were personal, you’d know. ❞
———❝ DON’T GET ME WRONG. i’m not a thief, but the fact you managed to leave your wallet in a cab with a complete stranger made me hesitant to return it. ❞
“ ell ~ iot . ” comes in a sweet little hum as arms find themselves draped o’er shoulders of a familiar face . the creature wastes NO time in invading that precious personal space , inching his face right in to LAP pierced tongue up the back of their ear . “ share a cigarette with me . ”
———❝ SO NEEDY FOR MY QUALITY TOBACCO…? unlike you, i’ve learned to savor my luxurious addiction. ❞ the man smiled, plucking a cigarette from the pack and dangling it over beni’s head. he’d grown fond of the vampire, going as far as to allow him this close contact.
—- “THEY TEND TO BE ALIVE BECAUSE I ALLOW IT. As of now, I am deciding on which to leave you; None of them are quite pretty, I assure you.”
BLAME THE DEVIL FOR HAVING IDLE HANDS! They lock around the throats of the sinners, the saints and all among the world’s darkest creatures. Regardless of what would occur, would the boredom of The Count be sated for another day—? Who knows, certainly not Alucard. He denounces his civically to reveal a toothy grin, eyes peering into the depths of the other without the briefest of concern before he bows ever so slightly.
“It is, perhaps, both in a sense. The will to live is a human thing, but you are far from mortal, correct? Then, by your behalf, it is cowardice.”
———IT’S NOT THE STRUCK CHORD THAT BREAKS. rather, the man considered the possibility that it could be the entire instrument. internally, he grabbed himself before the implications of the beast’s assumption took hold of his mouth. cowardice for running he could take, but to apply the same to his immortality… he could argue against that point.
❝ you know nothing about me. ❞ words as sharp as daggers, but cold to the touch. he manages that with the current threat, at the very least.
❝ you let me live at your leisure, but i’m afraid i’ll bore you if i don’t get a little jaded. ❞
“ that isn’t real magic. this is real magic.” he throws his hands up and reality seems to change. does everything seem a bit more … shiny? ethereal? something seems off. everything looks the same but there is certainly another feeling lingering in the air. “ … welcome to Purgatory. “
———IT WAS A SENSATION THAT BURIED ITSELF IN THE VERY VERTEBRAE OF THE SPINE. an uncanny feeling, the kind which meant more in the way of disbelief than fear. he looked the other in the eye, his own widened just above the usual stare. purgatory was a belief of catholicism, one which he’d never truly bought into.
❝ i could tell you how little my book tells of the afterlife, but i don’t want to look misinformed? ❞
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