Its a Beautiful Night (Sevanni)

[Jace Vaux]

... Now watch some asshole fuck it up

Most of the time when Jace woke up in a motel room, after sleeping on a nice somewhat comfortable bed, he felt refreshed and had a brighter outlook on the night to come. This time, however, as he slowly sat up in bed and the sheet fell from his chest, he couldn't help but feel this was going to be a bad night. He had a very fleeting thought to simply stay here the rest of the night, maybe try and get some more sleep. After all he couldn't have gotten more then four hours of sleep. But then he was use to that. Hell he was twenty-two years old now, and he'd been living like this for... too many damn years. He shook his head, his blond hair was getting longer, it would be time to get it cut soon. He ran a hand through it, and yawned, before he could let himself give in and lay back down he got out of bed and went straight for the bathroom to take a shower. The water washed away the rest of his sleepiness or so he thought. When he walked out, towel around his waist, that damn bed still looked so inviting.

He sighed and went over to his backpack. He'd had this backpack for years now, almost everything he owned was in it. Not that he owned much really. He didn't have any pictures. Nothing that would remind him of the family he no longer had. And part of that was his own fault. He pulled out his clothes, a simple pair of jeans a little faded and torn from weeks of use and running, and a light blue dress shirt. He smiled to himself. He was probably the only well dressed drug dealer in New York City. He never let his jeans sag, it was seriously lame, and it was a cliched gang-wannabe circa 1990s. He got dressed slowly, not in any real rush. Its like he had a job he could be late for or anything like that.

After taking a longing look at the bed he grabbed his backpack, threw it over his left shoulder and walked out the door. The sun wasn't set yet, and it blinded him as he came out. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes until the sun was behind him and then it was lowered back to his side. He wasn't really thrilled about the life he had, but it was all he knew now, and he wouldn't be able to live without the adrenalin rush that came with it. Running from the cops was like his favorite thing ever. He'd had his fair share or close calls, and some extreme close calls. But they hadn't gotten him yet. But Jace knew karma was a bitch and sooner or later his luck would run out. That didn't mean he was going to stop though. Oh no. Never. Besides, too many people owed him money and if he gave up now he'd never see a cent of it.

He picked a less crowded street to walk on, and kept going, not really having any set place in mind, just knew he should keep walked. He would know when to stop, and where. He was good at his job. Some said too good. He was competition. Jace remembered his first year on the streets. It felt like forever, and everyone had treated him like shit. That how it went though. One year felt like three, and the second year felt like ten. When you hit your third year things finally started to change and you slowly worked up your respect. Jace got ahead a lot faster then some of the others because he was determined and persistent. They seemed to like that.

Jace could feel the cold metal of the gun against his skin. It would always be a silent comfort to him; that coldness. He probably wouldn't be able to live without it. He stopped for a second, leaning against the side of a building. The sun was long gone by now, and the cool night air felt good. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. It was a few minutes later when he heard running, coming closer, he opened his eyes and saw some guy, unknown to him, being chased by a cop. He sighed, and then smiled softly. This was going to be good. The guy ran past him, and Jace waited, counting off seconds in his head until the cop would pass him. Right at the last second he stepped out in front of him. The officer ran into him and the force of it knocked both of them to the ground. It hurt, a little, but Jace was filled with satisfaction as he looked up to see the man disappearing around the corner.

He smirked and jumped to his feet, picking up his bag and started to walked away again as the cop started to stand too. He didn't realize his shirt had lifted slightly and so now his gun was partially reveled. He heard the officers words come from close behind him, "Do you have a permit for that gun?" He didn't sound happy at all. And of course he wouldn't, he'd just lost the man he'd been chasing for only god knew how long. Jace tensed and shook his head, but didn't turn around. He heard the cop getting closer to him, and he ran. Jace was fast, years of running had made him so, but this cop was fast too, and he had to speed up. It took forever, but finally the cop fell behind and then finally he couldn't hear him at all. He risked a quick glance behind him and didn't see the cop anywhere. But he continued to run. He ran down different streets, cutting threw allies, and then stopped when he mussels screamed in protest, and he had to stop and lean against a building. He took deep breaths, trying to calm his fast beating heart. His legs kind of hurt, but that was fine. He smiled to himself. That had been a perfect way to start off the night.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"Sir...." Marcus had only stepped into the study seconds ago, moving to the desk and leaving the doors wide open. "He's woken up.....his light's come on, shall I signal Annaliah to make a move?" Sevanni had his eye on a mortal for a few months now, which meant it was a matter of time before he would act on his impulses. He had to deal with Phoenix and Darien and still manage time for Imogine. He had a visit coming up soon with Mallie, which meant he had to head to Italy and visit her there during an introduction to a special surprise that she could take home and enjoy.

This boy was a Street King, Sevanni had dubbed him that because he had came up from a nobody in a rather unusually short while, and he carried himself with a demand that he admired. Mortals were fun to watch, this one in particular. He was clean, not like the others who walked the streets both day and night, for some reason, Jace had decided to take the night shift, which meant Sevanni could finally make his approach.

"No......just make sure no one get's to him before I do." Be it cop or vampire. He had been kept under watch for quite some time, his two special operatives always keeping an eye on things of great importance, since his last mortal he had a rather fond inkling for something new, Shaden had caused him some forbidden hungers that he rather enjoyed, which meant that Jace was going to have to be his take out, or possibly something more. Like marinating a delicious steak and cooking it to perfection. Jace had beent he equivalent of finely aged wine.

Sevanni had been driven down to where he usually mounted his post, Annaliah had told him where he was. When the car pulled up he watched as Jace moved out in front of the cop, knocking him down so that his scheme to help the supposed perp get away. Sevanni smiled, amused by his actions. Had he known the pursued? Did he do it despite the officer? What a magnificent specie.

Then he watched as the scene unfolded, the officer taking off after the boy, Sevanni held Marcus back as he motioned to remove himself from the vehicle. His arm across his chest before he opened the car door and stepped out.

With quick speed he had caught up to the officer, his arm reaching out and taking him up by the collar of his plain New York uniform, terror in his eyes as Sevanni grabbed him up. He could tell the man wanted to scream, Sevanni only shushed him through lips spitting a Shhh in his direction. Before he so much as attempted to scream, Sevanni had wasted a good meal by snapping the man's neck, remembering he wasn't too pissed off, but he didn't need the interruption of his petty little crime chasing ass.

Silence filled that area, the sounds of moving vehicles and pitter patters of feet became silenced as Sevanni listened in on the boy. His breathing, the rush that he may have been feeling.

A drop of water had sounded, probably a drain pipe leaking droplets here and there onto a garbage can lid, and from the opposing side of where he had been fleeing from, Sevanni had made his appearance, surprising him, or hopefully doing so. "Running from something?" He could have and should have said someone, but he doubted it. The mistake of getting caught for having an illegal object. Sevanni could have seemed to be an undercover, but those types of guys didn't wear casual suits to the affordability as his own style.

He was a bit overdressed, the whole charcoal suit with a near burgundy colored shirt, shoes and tussled hair, no, he was no slave to the badge, but he did have his sights set on the one before him, and it was going to be a hard thing to get him to leave him. Not when he had just been so close to that special piece of candy in the candy store.

[Jace Vaux]

It was like his own personal work out; running from the cops. He hadn't cared what the other guy had done, it wasn't about him. It was about the cop, and pissing him off. His breathing was already calmed down. Jace took a minute to see where he was, glancing up and down the street. It was oddly deserted, not that this worried him, he preferred it that way. He sat his bag down on the ground, deciding to stop and rest here for a bit longer before moving on to one of his normal spots.

His hand reached into his pocket and took out a cell phone. Just a simple pre-pay. He turned it on and then stuffed it back in his pocket. There was no one he needed to call, but he had to have it on in case someone else had to get a hold of him. He didn't always make a home deliver, or at least that's what everyone seemed to call it, but there were a few special customers who couldn't afford to leave their house because the cops would recognize them. A sad thing really. Most cops knew what he looked like, but that never stopped him from getting out everyday and walking the streets making money.

He was starring across the street at nothing on particular when the voice came from beside him, making him jump slightly "Running from something?" His hand went to his gun, though he didn't pull it out. Yet. He looked at the man, dressed too nice to be just walking the streets at night, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. And what the Hell did he mean by 'something' shouldn't the better word be 'someone?' "How is that any of your business?" He said, his voice wasn't loud, but nor was it soft. He sighed and shook his head. What the Hell was it with people. They just couldn't mind their own damn business. He reached for his cigarettes and took one out, lit it and put the lighter inside the pack, then put the pack in his pocket, the one that didn't hold his phone.

He was trying to decide who the Hell this guy was and what the Hell he wanted. Of course his first thought was an undercover cop, those guys really pissed him off. However, this guy just didn't seem like the type. And if he was, well then he'd either end up shooting him or out running him. He was younger and faster. "So what the Hell do you want?" Straight to the point. He hated to ask small, stupid questions trying to find out what people wanted, it was best to come right out and ask.

There was something about him though that made him slightly nervous. He wasn't sure why. He leaned away from the building, and picked up his bag, ready to run if he needed to. Even though he was nervous he held a very good poker face, none of what he was feeling showed. He put the cigarette to his mouth and took a hit, letting the smoke out slowly.

He'd dealt with odd guys before. Men an sometimes women, came up to him and just liked to talk to him or get close and see what was in his bag. Others just thought it would be funny to try and start a fight. This guy though.. he didn't fit anyone of those types. Jace felt so unsure about what was going to happen that his hand gripped the gun tightly in his hand, hidden from this guys view but ready to use at a moments notice.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"How is that any of your business?" That's the point where Sevanni would have huffed, something, made a face. He only tensed up some but kept himself from approaching and hurting him. After all, it wasn't as if the guy knew who Sevanni was. Maybe he had never heard his name whispered on the streets, maybe he had, but of course, not one single image could be used to show and tell.

"Everything in New York is my business." He was a smart ass, the guy, and Sevanni could play back too. No big deal. For a moment he watched him, looked him over as he so calmly posed to light a smoke and draw it to lips. Sevanni could try and try to sneak a peak into the undercoating of his emotions, listen to his heart rate, wonder if Jace would remain as he was and begin a path to politeness, after all, it was only a talk.

"So what the Hell do you want?" He sucked his teeth as lips moved to purse and make that sucking sound of annoyance. "Don't worry....I'm not a cop or anything.....I just came to get a closer look." A little snotty grin emerged over his mouth, running his tongue along the tip of his upper K9's and letting eyes wash over him.

He was so very interesting, and hard to pass up as well. He made steps toward him, at a diagonal angle as heels perched near the curb, seeing him prepare for something was the least of his concerns, he had already told him he wasn't New York pork.

"You're dealing on turf when you have no permission to do so." He spoke sternly with that burning voice of his, looking down at pockets and that bag of his. How many things could he keep in it without seeming like a loner pack rat who had nothing?

"Jumping from room to room and place to place, selling to those who are slaves to society, and here you sit, without a care thinking there will be no consequences for your actions."

He could speak to him like that all night, but the fact remained, Jace was going to somehow pay that small but lovely fee humans paid when they were special enough to grab his attention. Not everyone in New York could get away with shit they knew they shouldn't be doing. It was illegal, but it was fun to administer punishments.

"Now....how do you think we should rectify this problem?" He quirked brows at him, noting the location of his idiotic little toy weapon. Reminded him of Lars and his guns, at least the kid didn't pull it out yet.

[Jace Vaux]

Jace never took to well to intimidation or things like that. So the whole everything in New York is my business didn't really bother him. Whatever. Let the guy think he knew everything that went on around here. Didn't bother Jace known. So instead of adding a smart-ass comment, he kept his mouth closed; maybe that was something this guy would appreciate, and maybe not. Then again making this guy happy wasn't at the top of his to do list either. But there was something strangely threatening about him.

"Don't worry....I'm not a cop or anything.....I just came to get a closer look." Jace rolled his eyes, "Right" He said, as if he was supposed to believe him. Still, he already knew he wasn't a cop. So the statement was unnecessary, "I already know your not a cop." His voice could have been described as bored but the intensity in which he was looking at this guy clearly wasn't bored. And what the Hell did he mean by a closer look? How creepy was that.

Jace didn't like that he came closer to him, and that he was watching him as if he were something of interest; something he wanted. But he kept his calm reserved mask on, not letting this guy see the deeper emotions going on. He just continued to observe him and take hits off his cigarette.

"You're dealing on turf when you have no permission to do so." A single brow raised and his head tilted up a little, "Is that so?" The tone was uncaring, empty. He really didn't care what he had to say. He didn't need permission to sell here. But now he was curious as to how he knew that he was dealing. He took another hit and then threw the cigarette on the ground. "And who's permission do I have to ask? Yours?" His expression shifted to nonchalance tinged with cockiness, "I don't think so."

"Jumping from room to room and place to place, selling to those who are slaves to society, and here you sit, without a care thinking there will be no consequences for your actions." Hazel eyes widened for a split second, surprised by his knowledge of him. This his face was back to normal. Whatever. It was probably just a lucky guess because Jace was so well dressed and clean, unlike some of the others around here. "I'm not a complete fucking moron. I know there will be consequences." One shoulder lifted and lowered, a half hearted shrug, "Karma is a bitch, right? So far I've just been lucky to escape her wrath." Sometimes he said things like that, others thought it was a little weird but then, why should he care would they thought?

"Now....how do you think we should rectify this problem?" It was obvious he'd noticed the gun, that didn't bother him though. Still, he felt compelled to let go of the weapon and cross his arms. He smirked. "Well, in all honesty, this whole thing sounds more like a personal problem, so if you'd like to rectify it, you can do so on your own damn time and stop wasting mine." With that he two steps backward, away from him, smirking and the turned and kept walked. There was no rush to his pace, it was normal, not worried in the slightest that this guy would follow him. Would anyone really be that stupid knowing he had a gun on him?

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"I'm not a complete fucking moron. I know there will be consequences." Sevanni could only listen and make a face as if the kid had some sort of smarts not yet incredibly visible to him. "Karma is a bitch, right? So far I've just been lucky to escape her wrath." Little did the kid know that she was in another country and in this country it was a he and HE had been standing right in front of him. How unfortunate that his GREED had overcome that little tango, but it was fun to watch him brush him off so easily and think it was enough.

He would let him go about his mouth and let him pay later, besides, Sevanni didn't come all the way out here just to get a gander and play verbal battleship with him, oh no, he wasn't going to leave, or, hadn't intended on leaving without something.

"Well, in all honesty, this whole thing sounds more like a personal problem, so if you'd like to rectify it, you can do so on your own damn time and stop wasting mine." Did Sevanni get mad when he said what he said to his question? Not really, it had been when he walked away from him that had done it.

He was a tough guy right? Maybe the tough guy who thought he was a big dog could hang with the other big dogs and try to word his way out of that.

At incredibly speed Sevanni had managed to appear right in front of Jace, making sure he paused in his tracks. His left hand moved forward and grabbed his gun, lifting it from the front of his jeans and letting his right hand flee toward his neck, pushing him against the brick of the building and holding him in place. Letting eyes watch as Sevanni released the clip, causing it to crash down by their feet, clanging to the ground, his hand gesturing the gun back in it's place and lifting him by the shirt of chest area and putting slight pressure against him to hold him up.

"Wasting your time?" A sickening grin rolled over that mouth of his, feeling the ache of those fangs that wanted to slip out into freedom and dive into his flesh. His tone was dark, as if something eerie lived inside of him.

"You should be grateful I'm even in your presence, or that you are in mine." He pushed him forward and then back against the wall hard. Maybe it would hurt the back of his head a little, but his back was protected by the back pack. No big deal. "Let's try this one more time." He let out through clenched teeth.

"How do you suppose we rectify this problem?" His eyes lowered, watching over his features carefully. He knew that the boy could not compromise to the price Sevanni was willing to give, but he could oblige to something a little less......simple.

[Jace Vaux]

Why him? Why did he always end up with the weird ass people who loved nothing more then to piss him off. Not that he cared that much, it kind of came with the job. It was only normal to get these types of people. He adjusted his backpack onto his back, not wanting to have it slung over one shoulder so he consistently had to hold onto it and keep it in place. He was just reaching into his pocket for his phone to call up one of his suppliers when the guy appeared right in front of him. He shocked in so damn bad he stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn't even heard footsteps.

His hand went for his gun, but he wasn't quick enough and before he fully realized what was going on his back was against the brick of the building, a hand at his neck, and the guy had released the clip and let it fall to the ground. His mind told him he had an extra on in his bag, but a small patronizing voice said he wouldn't be able to get it, so what was the point of knowing it was there. The gun was put back, and then he was being lifted by his shirt, putting just enough pressure against his chest to hold him up. Jace had thought he was creepy, he'd known something was off about him, but he wouldn't have predicted this kind of reaction just from him walking away like that. Who was this guy?

"Wasting your time?" At this point, normally he come up with some clever smart-ass little remark and demand he let him go before he fucked him up, but that almost sickening grin, along with the darkness of his tone made him think twice about it. It probably wouldn't have helped the situation.

"You should be grateful I'm even in your presence, or that you are in mine." Jace would have laughed and rolled his eyes if he hadn't been pushed back against the wall; hard. His head hit the wall, it hurt a little, it took him a second or two to focus his eyes again though. He was lucky he'd put the backpack on, it saved his back from getting hurt, although it was very uncomfortable. However, being uncomfortable was the least of his problems at the moment. His hands went to the arm that was holding him up, trying to move it, trying to get enough space between himself and the wall to slip out of his grip and at the very least be on the ground again. It was no use though, he was too strong. "Go fuck yourself." Of course he couldn't get the same dark tone he had used but it was deadly enough sounding; for a human.

"Let's try this one more time." Jace glared at him, but kept his mouth closed, not saying anything. The night had seemed off to such a good start. Dammit he knew he should have stayed in bed! He could have avoided this whole damn thing. Now here he was, like some weak puck ass kid pressed against the wall because of some asshole who decided to ruin Jace's night.

"How do you suppose we rectify this problem?" Frustration rolled through him. Damn this guy just didn't give up. What the hell did he want from him? There was no way Jace was going to stop selling, so no matter what that was out of the question. He sighed softly, and shook his head, "I don't know." He said after a minute or two, "I won't stop dealing, and money is hardly a problem for you, and I doubt you'd be interested in anything I have on me right now." He said, thinking of the different kinds of pills in his backpack. "So, what do you want?" He couldn't guarantee he would go along with what he wanted, but it was best to know so they could make some sort of deal or something. Anything that got Jace back on the ground.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

The list of to do's did not include a side dish of go fuck yourself, but he did let out a snide chuckle. He had such a filthy mouth, a seemingly nice match for his dearest Phoenix, maybe she would like to play with him some. It sounded like a nice thought, but then having two foul mouths around in his life would be far more than he had needed.

"I won't stop dealing, and money is hardly a problem for you, and I doubt you'd be interested in anything I have on me right now. So, what do you want?" What did Sevanni want? Well it was clear in one part of that fractured mind that he wanted to taste the blood that flowed within those veins of his. They could start there and work their way up.

"That question poses so many responses in my head, however the night holds only one at the current moment." Before he could respond Sevanni had grabbed Jace up, pulling him away from the wall only to have them both quick speed it behind the wall and away from the view of onlookers and strays who could possibly walk past and interrupt.

Again Jace would find himself against the wall with Sevanni's help. Eyes looking into Hazel orbs and wondering what he could be thinking inside that mortal brain of his. "Tell me something Jace.....Do you think you shall survive the night once I'm through with you?" He spoke low, in a serpent like whisper hissing out words that cautioned havoc within them. Fingers drug over the skin of his neck with his free hand, enjoying the feel of his skin and the heartbeat within his chest.

"Or that you even deserve to live." Asked, but spoken out as he let eyes roam over the vein in his neck, wondering how long he could hold back from doing such a thing. He wouldn't take much, but he would make sure that Jace would want more. They always wanted more. Those that were strong enough to handle it, feel the sensuality in the bliss that was a vampires kiss.

Whatever the case had been, it would be a decision maker for Jace. What to say, what to think, what to choose. Could he hold his tongue and know how to keep it respectful? Did he have one iota of a respect bone in his body, or had the streets made him so impervious to the likes of others?

[Jace Vaux]

"That question poses so many responses in my head, however the night holds only one at the current moment." He didn't understand what he meant, not really anyway. He opened his mouth to ask what he was talking about when suddenly they were moving; fast. Jace couldn't really seem to focus where they were going because it was too quick, and it stopped his breathing for a second or two and had his heart racing, like walking up stairs and thinking there was one more step then there actually was, and when your foot fall through the empty air there a moment of dread, and your stomach feels hollow. That's what it had felt like, even though it only lasted for a very short time. And once more he found himself against the brick of the building. He was startled, and looked at this man for the first time seeing him as something other then human.

"Tell me something Jace.....Do you think you shall survive the night once I'm through with you?" He couldn't help but stare back at him, mostly because he simply couldn't look away. And even though his heart was racing and fear was slowly making its way into his head, he was also filled with a kind of amazement, and wonder. He didn't know what this man was, but he was strong, and Jace knew he could easily strike fear in nearly anyone. If it hadn't been for the odd life threatening question, Jace would have asked him what he was, and how he'd become to be what he was. He also wanted to know how he knew his name, but then.. hadn't he already said everything in New York was his business? Of course he hadn't believed him but now he was thinking it could very well be true.

"Or that you even deserve to live." His body tensed up, staring at him in shock, and slowly that faded and all that was left was a deeper understanding then this man could know. Did he deserve to live? No. Not after what he did. He hadn't meant to kill her of course, but that didn't change the fact that Lily was dead because of him. He lowered his eyes in shame, but also grateful he couldn't possibly know what. He would assume it was because of his dealing lifestyle that he showed this shame and regret. Oh he'd never been so grateful in his entire life. "I don't have an answer for you." He finally said, his was subdued, and soft. After another minute he looked back up at him.

And then in the next second the sadness, regret and shame vanished. His back straighted, as much as it could given the backpack was still on his back, and his gaze hardened, became determined. "However, I do know that if your going to do.. something," He paused, unsure what this man had planned for him, "Then you should get it over with, because I wont beg for you to let me go, and I think its cowardly to threaten someones life and then back out." His chin lifted a little, as he said it. He wasn't being rude, it was his true belief, and he hated thous who threw around threats and then never even tried to follow threw with them. "Just tell me one thing first.. whats your name?"

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"Idon't have an answer for you." How sad. Sevanni wasn't one for uncertanty. He didn't even like it when he himself wasn't sure of something, but the quality of the kid had become so appealing to him. In all honesty, there would have been nothing better pleasing then knowing he was going to really bring this boy some promise. A promise of tomorrow if he was lucky, but the promise of a bite was inevitable. Of course he wouldn't turn him. Make sure his heart faded before he could take what life source he had inside of him. Oh no. Not tonight. Not there in that dreadful place they called a loading lot.

Sevanni could feel him tense up, grow bold as if bull balls had suddenly formed below and he had no worry, no fear. Of course Sevanni loved driving that emotion through people, even others like him or those beasts he called weremutts.

When he saw something he liked and wanted, he made sure that they would be marked for him and him alone. Not wanting anyone to get to them first or at all if there had already been a meet and greet. Eventually he would have to succumb to his efforts, and Sevanni would make sure that only Jace was marked for him.

"However, I do know that if your going to do.. something," A pause, Sevanni's chin rising as eyes watched him with caution. "Then you should get it over with, because I wont beg for you to let me go, and I think its cowardly to threaten someones life and then back out." A glimmer of a smirk rose over the left side of that mouth Sevanni wore on his mask. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as if tisking him like a naughty boy.

A softer tone was driven out, it was a shame that he had to follow through with it, but wouldn't he see him have a better life? Not be so drolly driven to this life of need and want? Maybe he liked it that way. Maybe not. But surely he didn't like having to jump from room to room or some abandon house just to get sleep. Not when he could have been so much more than that.

"Just tell me one thing first.. whats your name?" Wouldn't that have been a nice privilage? To know someones name. Well, he could go to the police and mention that name, they would laugh and turn him back to the street, so that wasn't such a worry. He could ask the suppliers and king pins about the man and they would look at Jace like someone who was lucky to have even met him and lived to ask such questions.

Sevanni held to his chest, palm flat without forced pressure holding him against the wall. His hands free and clear from such a threatening object. His free hand moved out before he had managed to burn up close to him, his hand under the jaw line, thumb moving over skin near the corner of his right side mouth, and his index finger moved over the opposing corner of that mouth of his. A little loud, pushy, but nice overall. Tilting his head back, admiring both features and the veins showing through his neck. Jace was a strong guy, you could tell on how he stood, acted. It was nice knowing Sevanni had good taste in his chosen few.

"I am the one who is going to give you so much more than this." Even if he didn't want what Sevanni was going to give him, he'd be thankful in the end. Not because he was deserving, but because he had been chosen. He could put things in motion ten minutes after walking away from him. One phone call and his whole entire life would flip around.

No, he wouldn't turn him. He couldn't. But he'd be a nice little snack. Like testing the product before you bought it. You just didn't go around buying coke because it was coke. No, you had to test the product and make a choice.

His left hand gripped his hair, turning his head to the side and as if it had happened all at once, so damn fast, his mouth was already in the curve of his neck, hard pushing fangs protruding more outward with one swift motion, as if they had already thought of penetrating skin, breaking vessels and craving more and more of the blood candy filled inside of him.

His form must have held against Jace because both of his hands were pushed against the wall after bone broke skin, closed eyes seeing everything around him, including the boys facial expression, it may have been pushed upon him, but it would only last less than a half a minute, and Jace was stong enough to endure it. Even if he gripped and pulled at Sevanni he wouldn't get away, and in due time he would succumb to how it felt. It had happened so fast, but all in all he had relaxed against him and released without the painful pressure he had given him upon entry.

When he pulled away he had held the boys neck, running his tongue over his own lips to clean the spot felt at the side of his mouth. He was very tasty indeed, which would have claled for another round some other time. Eyes running over his features before getting a gander at his own hues. "You taste so......" He wanted to find the right words to say but there was only one he could conform to in that moment. "Incredible." Words softly spoken as if he were in complete awe, that was quite unexpected.

A grin became visible, looking him over as if he were proud somehow. A sort of chortle emerging from that throat. Everyone called him Mr. Black, referred to him as Sev or Sevanni, but no one ever really called him Sevanni directly unless it were some sort of hatred speak before an act of violence. Nixie had called him Sev to his face and Sevanni, because she was an evil kitten, Darien slipped Sevanni now and then but it was okay. From him it was okay. And Shaden, Shaden couldn't help but say his name because as apart of nature, it was his way. Being direct.

"You can call me Sevanni." A tap against the side of the boys mouth with fingertips, as he moved away he finished. "And you can be grateful you are not dead." More and more he heard himself start to conform to the old ways he held with his annunciation, and of course he didn't like it. He let him go, leaving him be with the blood stained skin he'd now behold. "Consider yourself lucky Mr. Vaux." What would he do? Run and tell someone he was just bit by something? Sevanni had bitten the inside of his mouth and let his own blood splash onto the kids skin, he'd lose the mark from Sevanni's fangs sooner than later, and his words would seem to trivial.

[Jace Vaux]

Even though the pressure against his chest was very limited, Jace didn't dare try to move. He was smart enough to realize that should he try to run, this man would catch up to him in seconds. He'd seem enough to know at least that much. He couldn't say he enjoyed his face being touched by a man he didn't even know the name of, but then it wasn't really unpleasant either. Just one more thing he had to stay very still through and wait until he was finished looking. He was half tempted to ask if he'd past the inspection. But thought better of it and kept his mouth tightly shut.

"I am the one who is going to give you so much more than this." Spoken as if it were completely true, but Jace didn't believe it. Like he could literally change his life. And who the Hell said he wanted his life to change anyway? He didn't need anything from this guy. However, the very idea that he might be able to do it. That he might actually be able to change his life was interesting, and more then lightly tempting to figure out if it was true.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as his hair was grabbed. Damn was with this guy and touching him! It had happened so damn fast, that his brain was only now realizing that this mans mouth was already in the curve of his neck, and he could feel... teeth? Sharp, abnormal and strange. His breathing slowed as fear and confusion set in more deeply. Jace had known something was going to happen but what was this?

The hand had left his chest, by now the guys body was pressed against his, still keeping him in place, and the next second he felt pain. He'd never felt anything like it before. It was those two sharp teeth. Fangs, his mind told him. His hands tried to push him away, but it did little good. There was simply no moving this guy. He made him relax, and as he did so he felt the pain slowly fade, only to be replaced with something else. It wasn't like the pain. More like a hurting that was good. Then a devastating bliss. Of course not a physical bliss. It was emotional. It was like the greatest high he'd ever had only tripled, and instead of trying to push him away he was hanging on to him, trying to keep him there. Though he was unable to, when he pulled away, there was no stopping him, and his hands fell back to his sides.

That had been incredible. Addicting really. He wanted him to bite him again. Jace wanted to see if it felt the same way each time. Would it always hurt at first or would that no longer happen because he would know what to expect. He looked at the man, and grinned. Granted, he should hate him for doing this to him, but he couldn't the will to hate him. How could he hate the man who had just given his life a whole new twist? A whole new kind of high?

"You taste so......" He seemed to be looking for the right word. Would it be good or bad? Had the drugs in his system made him taste awful or had they changed it to the point where he found it to his liking? "Incredible." There was almost a sigh of relief that made its way past his lips but he shut his mouth quickly and did not allow it to be let out. It was a relief though, to here that he had enjoyed his blood as much as he'd enjoyed his bite.

"You can call me Sevanni." Jace had nearly forgotten that he'd asked for his name. He was glad he'd given it to him because in this odd state of mind he'd been put in, he wouldn't have remembered to ask again. He tapped the side of his mouth with his fingertips before he moved away. This time, Jace didn't mind so much. "And you can be grateful you are not dead." He nodded once, understanding everything now. He was lucky to be alive, and he was grateful. "Consider yourself lucky Mr. Vaux." He resisted the urge to laugh. No one had ever called him that before. It was always Jace. Nothing else. "I do consider myself lucky." He heard himself saying, but couldn't remember actually thinking the words or making the choice to say them aloud like that. He didn't move. Sevanni had moved away from him but still he didn't try to run. He felt the blood on his neck, but didn't reach up to touch it like he was tempted to do, just to feel the wound. No, he'd do that later on when he was thinking about everything that happened to him.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"I do consider myself lucky." See, that wasn't so bad. No need for all the painful flailing of the arms and pushing away of the hands. He usually found it simple to help them relax, those he took from. More and more each day he had become so forceful with people. Ali, Jace, Nixie. Who was next? What would happen next? Though he was enjoying the current wild streak in his new found self, he knew eventually there would be consequences, but they didn't matter at the moment. Not when he was so sure that Jace had started to enjoy it. Pulling at him to keep him closer. What a good boy he was, and so adapting.

He wondered how all his boys would get along should they all fall into one room. At the moment he had three, but of course there was room for one more. The numbers were starting to even out, almost having the overwhelming urge to toss someone aside, which he would do very soon. The red head had to go, why? Because he didn't have a complete hold over her as he wanted, and she was rather boring for his taste. Never wanting to cross that fine line and step into actual darkness. If he wanted dull he would have stayed in exile.

A grin rose over lips, his right hand moving inside one of his pants pocket, pulling out his wallet and removing a black card that held embossed graving with his initials in cursive elegance, the place he could be found should he ever have the urge to go knocking. Sevanni knew he would come to him. Eventually They all did.

He put the wallet back in his pocket, moving his hand outward and motioning him to take the card. "When you are ready to.....come to your senses.....come to me." A devilish grin plastered on that mouth, the release of the card leaving his fingers and with steady eyes Sevanni had watched him for the moment being. He was interesting to look at, different, So New Yorker, and yet he seemed too off to be a complete New Yorker.

As soon as those hazel eyes roamed over that card Sevanni would take his leave with a quick steady speed, after all, the night was still young, and even as Sevanni had opted to let the dealer live, his appetite hadn't yet been fully depleted, which meant he would have no choice but to taste something horribly different than the little appetizer he had just had.

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Okay so the address on his card had been his house. Which meant that Jace would have to make his effort in getting from Downtown to the Hamptons, whch was a pretty good ride. No number was listed on the card, which meant the boy could not contact him verbally, which in that case Sevanni would have had no choice but to send for a car, but it had been done on purpose to see just how much it meant to him to come knocking on doors he had no idea of what was behind it.

It had been a new night, his attire changed twice so far, and running on a full tank of gas helped make him a very happy man. It had been a while since he had felt so free.

Phoenix was off in Paris doing her thing, it wasn't as if she wouldn't come home. He knew she would and had that much trust in her. Darien had been making preparations for his visit with Mallie, and of course Imogine was probably running around with him asking him a billion questions with her little curios mind. Sevanni had taken to the lower room near the back of the house. The wall to ceiling windows letting in some moonlight while the reflected light of the pool had shimmered through the glass. The nightly news was on and Sevanni had taken a seat on the couch, relaxing back without a care for Marcus and Annaliah were just outside keeping watch.

Anyone on or near the grounds would have a visit from the magical being outside those doors, Annaliah was somewhere, probably carousing the surrounding area of the back portion. They were always slipping in and out without a sound, which made them very useful when it came to specific things in their line of work.

Marcus saw to everyone at the gate. Sevanni had wondered if Shaden had ever stepped foot in the house since the move, other than the time he had showed him where his portion of the house was. That was the last time he had seen him. No doubt with that wretch off doing things they had no business doing. Shaden was going to ruin her, and she having to indulge in her wrath like ways. He hoped it would never come to that, but of course they were now not only striving to remain the way they were, but work against Sevanni as well.

[Jace Vaux]

Jace watched him pull out his wallet, and then he saw that little black card. And he knew this had to be a good sign; that Sevanni was giving him a card. "When you are ready to.....come to your senses.....come to me." Jace reached out to take the card from him as he held to out to him. He had already come to his senses... hadn't he? Or what that just left over feelings from the bite. There was no doubt that he had enjoyed it, but could he really want to go see him again?

The answer was simple enough. Yes, he could, and he was going to. Even if after his head cleared after he got some sleep and he realized he should probably hate him, he would still go because he was curious. Curiosity killed the cat. He looked away from Sevanni, and down at the card. He had an address on it, but no number in case he needed to call him.

When he looked back up, Sevanni was gone. Just like that. Not even a goodbye or see you later. But then, Sevanni didn't seem the type for real goodbyes. He knew Jace would come to see him. He had to. He was so damn confident it was scary. Jace put the card in his pocket, and then slowly started walking. Where was he going? That was a good question. He really didn't know or care. It wasn't until the sun started to come up that he even realized he was still walking. Jace stopped, suddenly very tired, and it was by pure chance that he happened to be some place he knew he could crash. Jared's. He was just some other guy he knew that sold out on the streets, though he wasn't as good a him. Jared answered after a few minute of him knocking on his door, and of course he let him spend the day there.


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Jace couldn't believe he had to go all the way out to the Hampton's. That was one Hell of a ride, and even longer of a walk. But dammit he was determined to get there. So, leaving his backpack with Jared he started to walk toward the Hampton's, he knew he was going to get there by walking, but he'd call a cab when he couldn't walk anymore. It was the best way to do it. He complained the whole time he was walking about how far this house was. He told himself that this had better be worth it or he wasn't coming back here again, and he would burn the stupid little card. "Yeah right." He muttered out loud to himself.

After awhile he got tired and stopped at a little store and bought a pop; Coke, and then called for a cab. He waited outside until it pulled up. He climbed into the backseat and said the address with a soft of reluctance. This was going to cost a lot. The cab driver looked at him funny do to his tone but said nothing and started to drive. When they got going though something made Jace tell the driver to drop him off a block away from the address. Why? He really didn't know.

Finally, they came to a stop, and Jace handed him the money, though he sent a glare at him that clearly mean he wished Hell's gate would open up and swallow the stupid cab driver up. By now he had gotten his energy back and walked the rest of the way, once he saw the gate he slowed, a little unsure, and a little nervous, but then he thought about the bite and kept walking. However, there was someone at the gate, but it didn't stop him. He walked up toward it, though he was unsure what to say. "I'm here to see Sevanni... he gave me this card, and.." He was reached into his pocket for the card, and he kind of held it up for the man to see, as proof he was telling the truth. "He said I could come see him." Now he just made himself wait to see what happened, and what this guy would do. Was he like Sevanni? Or was he human? The more Jace looked at him the more he thought that this guy wasn't human, there was just something about him.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

MARCUS

"I'm here to see Sevanni... he gave me this card, and.." The kid reached into his pocket for the card, Marcus kept a watchful eye, unsure of why he was here, but Sevanni had told him he would be coming. His face shown once to both he and Annaliah,. Jace held the card up, arms stayed cross ways of his chest as he stood there watching the human. "He said I could come see him." Cold eyes bore over him, but he was told to be well to those who had been called or gifted, especially since they would have to succumb to the likes of his protection at some point or another.

His arms dropped and eyes cut to the right, pressing the button for the gate and letting it open up for the boy. Marcus moved in front of him, making strides down the long driveway and moving to the front door, clicking the handle open and letting him through first with common courtesy that he really didn't care to share.

The immaculate house, the children who ran around as though life was gravy and nothing had been displeasing. Marcus closed the door which had only led them to pause in their tracks as One of his girls had run down the stairs and paused dashingly as she moved past Marcus and Jace, realizing her sister was not too far behind and chasing after her for taking her favorite shoes. Slipping and sliding through the house before she too had paused to take a gander.

Marcus had given them a warning eye and she whispered to her sister as they moved into the sitting room. "I think he's going to be our new toy." The others had been their toys whether they knew it or not. Nite and Dae had a liking for fresh meat in the house, and he did look very fun to play with. "And his a mortal." Dae giggled back as Nite snatched her shoes. Two pixie giggles lifting out of earshot. Marcus simply grunted and moved through the hall onward toward the kitchen only to cut off at the nearing hall and to the door where Sevanni had been in that room. "This way." He spoke as they carried onward.

Two knocks and he pushed the door open. "Mr. Vaux for you Sir." Sevanni lifted eyes toward the door, the remote in his hand relaxed and dangling as he lifted up his voice.

"Thank you Marcus." He gave a nod before addressing the boy. "Mr. Vaux, so glad you decided to come.....come...have a seat." Switching the remote to the other hand for the previously occupied one couldpat the couch beside him in such a friendly like manor.

"Don't worry....I won't bite you...." A grin rose over his mouth before he added in...."Yet." The continuous grin rolling over lips as he watched his movements, letting eyes swell over his form and wonder why it was he had come. "So.....I assume you have decided upon what it is you have concluded? Do tell. I love a good confession."

[Jace Vaux]

Jace followed the guard, or whoever the Hell he was, down the long driveway and to the front door, the man, who remained nameless at this point, showed a little common courtesy that neither of them probably wanted. Jace had no time for courtesy in his world so it was hard to except it from some completely stranger, but still, he walked through the door without any snide remark on how he could mange a door all by himself. The sudden arrival of the two girls was severely unexpected, and he didn't like the way they looked at him. And their whispering voices as they moved to go into another room was enough to make himself doubt coming here at all. He almost didn't realize the man had started walking again, and he caught up quickly. "This way." Yeah, as if he needed to be told. What? Did he think Jace was going to wander of and explore a strange house on his own? Right. That was going to happen. Not.

He only knocked twice before pushing the door open. Jace sighed softly when he addressed him as Mr.Vaux. That, he decided, was going to have to change. His name was Jace, people were going to have to learn that.

"Thank you Marcus." Ah, so the prick who'd walked him here was named Marcus. He was going to add in his own little thank you but Sevanni spoke to him before he even had his mouth open. "Mr. Vaux, so glad you decided to come.....come...have a seat." He let that go. For this minute anyway. And he smiled at him as he patted the seat beside him for him to sit. Right now that sounded like the best offer in the world. It had taken him a little longer then he'd thought to get here.

"Don't worry....I won't bite you...." A slight look of disappointment flashed across his face. "Yet." He could have sighed in relief. Instead he smile faintly, walked over to the couch, and sat down. "So.....I assume you have decided upon what it is you have concluded? Do tell. I love a good confession." He leaned back, feeling oddly comfortable in Sevanni's presence. Which, of course, made very little sense. His eyes moved around the room, just observing. Oh he loved confessions did he? Well, Jace had a lot he could confess too. "To tell you the truth, Sevanni, I'm not really sure what I'm doing here." Hazel eyes finally glanced at him. "I mean, the whole way here all I could think about was the night we met, the way it felt when you bit me, and how... how I just wanted to feel that again." And again, and again. He sighed, and ran his right hand through his hair.

"I should hate you for what you've done to me, but I don't. I can't." He stared straight ahead of him at nothing really, just avoiding his face, "Instead all I can think is how I'd do anything to feel that again." This was just crazy. He risked a glance in Sevanni's direction.