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Bring on the Night: Nera and Dionysus

"An exception could be made for more cooperative vampires. Though that exception doesn't mean I can guarantee you won't be killed later on." Elijah muttered, still sure to keep his guard up. After all, whilst they had something akin to peace at the moment, who was to say how long it would last? A week? A day? Hell, would they even make it through the night? Only time would be able to tell.

"I...Hmf, very well. It doesn't concern me where you feast from." He continued on, folding his legs in, knees pressed against his chest as he found himself relaxing more into the old chair. Truth be told, Elijah was...frightened. Or rather still attempting to come down from the rush of fear and adrenaline that had coursed through him from his brief exchange with such a powerful vampire lord. The way his heartbeat quickened when Devan struck him down, how unsteady his breath was as he came to, and that sinking pit of fear at the realisation of what was to become of him. He gulped, squeezing his legs tighter for just a moment before reminding himself who he was in the presence of.

"Just keep your distance from me, vampire." Elijah practically spat
 
Nathan was keeping his composure well. He only rose his voice slightly as he spoke to the hunter. "I do not feed from the unwilling." His voice softened. "You have nothing to fear from me."

"It does not appear I necessarily have the same assurance, but that is all right, I still feel we need to contact your superiors. Let me make a list of information that you might, use a computer to text to him. Yuri Takashi right? Your direct superior, or at least one of them."

Nathan got up and went into the next room, getting out an address book, and a laptop. "You can use this, there is electricity in this hell hole. THere is a phone as well..."
 
"How noble." Elijah purred back, voice laced in sarcasm. Perhaps he was being too harsh? No, Elijah reminded himself, he was a vampire, a parasite, one that could strike and turn him at any given moment. He had to remain diligent. "Take the fact there's no stake sticking out of chest as my way of showing you that I have no intent to kill you. If you can help me kill that...that sick bastard then I see no reason to not turn a blind eye should we wish to escape."

The hunter did narrow his eyes somewhat at the vampire's next comment, curious as to how he knew his supervisor's name. But alas, now was not the time for questions, he had to get back to his own people- after all, his safety whilst alone with Nathan was hardly guaranteed. "Thank you." He mumbled, following after him and pulling up the laptop rather quickly as he begun typing out his message.

"They'll be here within the hour.." Elijah declared, sighing as he turned to face the vampire "I can't guarantee they won't kill you on the spot," He began, before he continued, rubbing at his temples "But...they are not heartless. I'm sure if I explain to them that the only reason I'm even able to be here now is because of you they'll show some sort of mercy."
 
Nathan gave a face that could not exactly be read, and said in an even tone. "It is what it is. I cannot guarantee they wont try and kill me on the spot, and I can guarantee I wont just stand and take that." Nathan promised. "The information I provide about the vampires in this town and beyond though, it might just wet their palates and pacify them at least momentarily."

Nathan got a notification on his phone, which he picked up the phone and texted a message back on.

'I am alive.' He said in the message. He put the phone down, making it accessible to the hunter and such as he could read it. The person he texted was listed as Devan.
 
Tension was heavily sitting in the air, even Elijah could understand that, yet he merely nodded in reply; being hostile it seemed was getting them nowhere. "I just want this fucker dead. After everything he did to Roman I-" The hunter cut himself off, taking in a sharp intake of breath in attempts to calm himself before he went on yet another emotion fuelled tirade. "After everything he's done, death isn't enough but its all we can do." He corrected himself, practically falling back against the chair he had been sat on moments before.

He did however lean forward to read the message on the phone, narrowing his eyes at who it was addressed to. "'I am alive.'" Elijah repeated, turning his gaze back up to the vampire "I do hope Devan isn't too fond of you, I don't need another reason for him to want me dead following me around."
 
"Unfortunately that is going to be a problem no matter what Elijah," Nathan informed the other man. "What you need to realize about Devan is that he decided a long time ago that he wanted you as a play thing. Unless you do manage to kill him he is going to be on your ass like flies on a corpose."

"I texted the mother fucker because I am not ready for him to be looking for us yet. He probably assumed that when I released you to basically 'get you ready to fuck' as he said, that you some how got the upper hand and captured me. For now that suits me, and when I am ready to deal with him again, I will. Right now I only wish to deal with you, and your friends."
 
"I don't care what it wants." He stated rather boldly, resting his head almost tiredly in his hands as he grumbled, more to himself than the pair in the room "There has to be some sort of weakness with him, he may be a wretched beast but even then...there has to be something. Elijah let his gaze meet Nathan's once more, sighing "I imagine however that you are more than aware of that weakness? Perhaps that's the information you wish to share with me and my comrades? Well, I should hope it is."

The hunter stood once more, as if brought back to reality by a new found sense of purpose "Tell me, who turned Devan?" He began, closing the space between he and Nathan as he pressed on "For a vampire as powerful as him...they must be old and quite the character, we have the time so why not let it pass with an interesting story?"
 
Nathan gave a smirk to Elijah, "I can give you some interesting stories. But how about I start with the origins of vampires, according to Devan. The story is interesting and disturbing all that the same time."

"There is a Demon, named Ramiel. He is also called the Blood God. He gave his blood to the first human, they say, and transformed him into the first vampire. Vampires that were turned by this Demon are known as Blood Masters. Only those who have tasted Ramiel's blood are supposed to be able to make new vampires. Or so he says."

"There is another rumor that if you eat the heart of a Demon you can make vampires too, but I am not about to try. Devan claims he was made by Ramiel, not a vampire, so, he is a Blood Master. I personally think he is a liar. Its a thing for those his age to be dishonest about their origin, and everyone wants to be a childe of the Blood God. Its like being a member of the Royal family. Or a movie star or singer. It gets you attention, brings you groupies so to speak. If its true though, that Demon is responsible for him."
 
The origins of vampires? God, even he hadn’t been told that. It was seen as irrelevant, at least to someone on his level, after all he was a foot soldier; trained to kill and dispose of vermin. Their origins however were not something the hunter was told to even consider. Perhaps that’s why he listened with such a hungry ear, like a child eagerly listening to scary stories around a campfire.

“I…see.” Was all Elijah could muster as a reply, his head spinning. If what the other said was true, it seemed his revenge would not come as easily as he had hoped. Shit, shit, shit! He thought, face furrowed in frustration, fist clenched in anger “God damn it, we don’t know for sure but…I’ve learned not to second guess that bastard.”
 
"Yes, I learned how not to second guess Devan a long time ago." Nathan said, sighing outwardly. "He may just be full of himself or he may be one of the First Brood, a Blood Master, and one of the oldest and most powerful vampires around. But even if he isn't he is powerful. That much I know. That much I have seen. He, he scares me Elijah."

The fledgling vampire sighed as his phone started ringing again. "I think I am just going to ignore this damn phone for awhile. Its Devan again it appears. And I dont want to talk to the son of a bitch right now. Ignoring him can buy us time."
 
"He seems fond of you." The hunter said, almost chastising the fledging before he sighed, speaking as though he hadn't made that snarky comment moments before "Time is all we need, powerful or not if we can gather enough hunters surely he'll be overwhelmed, I can guarantee my superiors are simply drooling at the idea of being able to kill that fucker."

Elijah slowly began pacing, falling silent as his brow furrowed in thought. Sure, he talked big now, but truth be told he too was frightened. He'd thrown himself at Devan in an attempt to kill him once before and god, he'd never forget the way his hair stood up, the way fear trickled down his back like thick, heavy droplets. Elijah wanted to hide, pack his things and leave, run far away before the vampire could find him again. But his need for revenge was far too strong, stubbornly tugging at his thoughts, always lurking; perhaps the damned beast's death would lay it to rest. "We haven't got long before my hunters should arrive.." He finally said, breaking the silence that had fell over them
 
"Good," Nathan said in reply as Elijah stated that it was good that the hunters were about to arrive.

His words, one might notice, were cool and calculated. He did not make it clear in what manner it was good, only one might assume that he meant good, they would be able to take care of Devan, however, the skeptic might wonder if the words had a different undertone.

Soon they did arrive, a pair of hunters, an old Japanese man and a younger woman, both of whom Nathan knew and knew not to underestimate. They had crossbows levied at him.

"Well dont look so happy to see me, I might think we are friends." Nathan said with a bit of snark, as he turned to Elijah. "You can tell your attack dogs to calm it, Im no threat."
 
Elijah practically jumped to his feet at the sudden intrusion, face softening when he finally laid eyes upon two faces he actually recognised, people he could actually consider his allies. Whilst Nathan had proved useful, the hunter wasn’t naive to the distrust that hung heavy in the air when they spoke. Shit! Nathan! He hadn’t even thought of the vampire, nor how his comrades would have reacted, the relief of just seeing them had clouded his judgement; that was something he found happening often.

“Wait!” Elijah cried out, his voice quickly cutting over the vampire’s snarky tone. He stepped out in front of Nathan, or rather in front of the two crossbows. It was a strange sight, a vampire hunter shielding a vampire like this, yet that didn’t seem to both Elijah as he spoke out in front of his two superiors “Don’t kill him. I believe he-“ A pause before Elijah corrected himself “It can prove useful to us, it has information on how we can kill a vampire far more powerful.”

The room fell silent again as Elijah stopped speaking briefly, only to try to read the expressions of his fellow hunters. “Please, I’ve dealt with the vampire before…I know that working with him,” He turned, looking to Nathan before back to the crossbows “Is worth it. We can’t let this other vampire escape, so just lower the crossbows and please at least hear him out.”
 
"If it is not too much trouble, could you remember I have a dick? Most things with a dick are called he, and not it." Nathan said. He was beginning to get irritated with everyone referring to him as it, as if he were a thing and not a person. It was really beginning to obviously piss him off.

"Well if that is your last wish." Yuri, the elder hunter said. "We will call you him before we make you an it, how is that?"

The younger woman at his side placed a hand on the older mans shoulder. "Remember, Yuri, your heart. You wouldn't want to get worked up. Anyway, tell me how do you propose to help us? Tell me you have some sort of plan?"

"I got into Devan's address book, made a list of all the contacts my sire has, so I could give you information you need to take down his entire nest. The disk is in my pocket, I was just waiting for you to get here before I gave it to you."

Nathan pulled out the disk he had made before he even set the young hunter free. He walked over to where Yuri sat, and handed him the disk. "Take it, before I change my mind."
 
"Ah yes lets marvel at what sits between your damn legs when they're two crossbows pointed at the two of us, shall we?" Elijah hissed, eyes narrowing towards the vampire; the least he could do was suck up to the hunters, not that they'd be any less inclined to kill him but still! He focused his gaze back to the two senior hunters, judging their movements, their facial expressions, all of it. After all, one wrong move from either of them and they were both done for. Elijah could only imagine how it looked, a hunter protecting a vampire, since he'd seen it before- too many new hunters got attached, thought of vampires as humans and it got them killed.

"See, he's useful." He insisted, sighing as he lowered his guard somewhat and let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Trust me, we can risk letting this one go in exchange for this...Devan and his entire damn nest." Another pause from Elijah, he hadn't realised how nervous he was. "I have...I have reason to believe he has no intention of betraying us, he just wants to see this Devan killed; as do I."
 
Yuri gave the disc to the female hunter sitting beside him, and a male hunter that had said nothing looked on.

Nathan looked over at him, and said. "You don't say much do you, friend?" He shook his head. "No matter, your friends seem to do a fine enough job speaking without you." He paused and said. "You will find this information very helpful, but as far as actually killing the son of a bitch, I dont have a death wish. I am not going to actually help with that, so you are on your own."

The pretty blonde hunter took the disc, and turned to Yuri. "Im going to head back to headquarters, start working on getting this analyzed as soon as possible. I will call you when I get back. Let you know I made it."

For a long time, it was quiet, until the phone rang. Yuri put the female hunter on speaker phone. She spoke into the air. "It has everything he said it did, this will help us tremendously. Thank it. I mean, him, because its going to help us clean up this town."
 
Elijah waited uneasily as the female hunter took the disc, his eyes lingering on both her and Nathan, unsure of who he should be more cautious of in that moment. After all, one was a vampire, a race he’d sworn to hunt and kill, whilst he was convinced the other believed him to compromised; who wouldn’t when he was sat defending a vampire! He waited for the moment, the second they would turn on him, yet it didn’t come, not yet at least. She took her leave, leaving the three in anxious silence.

Though the minute the phone rang after what felt like hours of waiting, Elijah sprung up, listening to the conversation. “Thank god..” The hunter sighed out, immediately collapsing back into the chair in relief. “This means I can return to HQ right? I need to…I can’t go back up against him, not yet.” Elijah insisted, though to be honest he was…scared. The young hunter had never known fear like the fear he’d briefly experienced when around that wretched beast, it was almost primal, akin to the emotion a rabbit must feel when cornered by a wolf.
 
"Elijah you cannot return to headquarters just yet. Go to Saint Andrew's check on them. Take Matthew with you, and escort our vampire 'friend' there. He is to be sheltered there until we decide what to do with them and we need to make sure you are not compromised before we allow you to come back." Yuri explained.

"Sheltered?" Nathan quirked a brow. "You mean imprisoned. I can bite I guess." He said. "Ok bad joke. I will go with you. I will not fight. Mostly because I am not in the mood and also because you want to go to the church. I kind of know the pastor there. Not that it will get me any brownie points. I didnt know he was a hunter. He didnt know I was a vampire."
 
"But.." Elijah began, yet he didn't dare press on due to already being on quite thin ice with both hunters; that and the fact one of them was still very much armed. "Fine, but I want to return as soon as possible, I have no intentions of interfering with that thing or its...property alone, or rather with so few hunters. I'm certain it will have noticed it's fledging's absence by now and I'd like to put as much distance between the both of us as fast as I can." He explained, a poor excuse maybe but it sure did sound a hell of a lot better than him simply insisting he was too frightened of the idea of being captured again. Though he gave a puzzled look at Nathan's last comment. "A vampire and a pastor being so close sounds like a spell for trouble..." Yet he dropped the topic, hardly wanting to cause another spiteful hurl insults directed his way.

With the lead of the older hunter, Elijah followed closely behind as they piled into the car, reluctantly taking a seat beside the vampire. "Just remember, keep your head down and mouth shut. These people want us both dead at the moment." He hissed quickly to the other beside him, eyes somewhat narrowed
 
Nathan quirked a brow at Elijah. "You really are a hard ass aren't you?" The vampire said in a low voice to the hunter, ignoring what Elijah had said to him about staying quiet. His companion, that good looking young man that had not said much up until that point, turned in the direction of the two, looking annoyed.

"Could you two cease with the banter? I am trying to focus on the road not you two sweethearts so if you would please stop with your fucking bullshit so I could do that I would be much appreciative."

The hunter seemed to not be paying much attention to them at all however, from the looks of it his focus was more on the driving and whatever was going through his mind until they finally arrived. "Get out...both of you."
 
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“Banter?” Elijah scoffed, sitting back up and folding his arms his disapproval. It was hardly banter to him, it was more so him just trying to ensure both of them didn’t receive a somewhat nasty and grim demise at the hands of that damned crossbow the other hunter had placed so easily within his own reach; a quite warning that the both of them were still under suspicion. Alas, the young hunter kept his mouth shut for the drive, watching as the rather run down former club disappeared and they were driving through the city.

He must have zoned out however at some point, as the next thing he knew he felt one of his fellow hunters shaking his shoulder, snapping at him to get out. Elijah blinked himself back into reality, complying with the request and stepping out. The church certainly stuck out, it’s old architecture contrasting with the much more modern skyscrapers and complexes the city had become littered with. Yet, it would have to do.

Elijah sighed, following behind the small group and into the candle-lit church. “I don’t see why I have to remain with the vampire..” He mumbled
 
The driver of the car pulled up to the church, and looked towards the hunter, and snapped at him. "Did I not tell you to shut your fucking mouth? Be quiet until the priest gets here. I do not want to hear another word from you."

The second hunter, the one that sat in the passengers seat on the way to the church with the crossbow in hand, turned to the driver and snapped at him in turn. "Your job is to drive, not be a dick." He paused and turned his attention towards the church as the pastor started to make his way towards the pair of hunters, and the vampire.

"What took you so long to get this creature here?" The pastor inquired of the hunters. He turned to Elijah. "I'm talking to you."
 
"Me?" Elijah snapped, his tone a little harsher than he intended. The hunter paused, clearly his throat before he answered again "I mean, we had to...there was many things to consider." The last thing Elijah expected was a damn scolding, for gods sake he'd had to face that wretched vampire lord on his own yet here he stood to tell the tale. Perhaps it had been childish of him to expect the open arms of his comrades, or to expect to be welcomed back without any sort of suspicions.

"Rest assured, he can help," The young hunter hummed rather proudly, facing Nathan for a moment "He's given us useful information and I have reason to believe he means none of us any ill will. He could have left me to die there, yet he chose to risk his own well being to help me-" He paused, cutting himself off "To help our cause. The least we can do is...show a bit of gratitude."
 
"Oh I know he means us no ill will." The priest said in response to Elijah. He smiled a bit. "I also know he has helped us, he has helped more than either of you realize. My master should be quite pleased with everything he has just accomplished for our cause, like an idiot without even knowing what he has done."

"Come inside both of you. He is waiting there, he has been some time, and as Nathan knows, Devan is cross when he is kept waiting for too long." The holy man said. It was obvious to Nathan in that moment. The hunters had obviously been compromised, at least the ones at this church.

"Elijah..." The vampire said as he looked towards the doors of the church, where Devan Vincent, the evil master vampire, was standing waiting for them both.
 
Confusion was quick to wash over the young hunter as he listened to the priests words, listening with a somewhat puzzled look until in a slight moment it seemed to click for him. He'd been set up. That bewildered expression disappeared, his face growing as pale as the vampire that stood beside him, as he tried to make sense of it all. The hunters, the priest...Nathan...they were all in on it, all willingly there just to help seal Elijah's grim fate.

He quickly snapped his body around to face Nathan, god he had been a fool to trust a vampire yet his desperation had caused him to leave his better judgement, to put his faith in such a foul creature. "You..." Elijah began, voice cracking ever so slightly before he allowed him to erupt in a fit of rage. He grabbed the vampire, holding him by the scruff of his shirt's collar as he spat "I put my trust in you and this is what I get for it!" The young hunter practically roared, letting him go with a slight shove.

He couldn't let emotions cloud his judgement, not again, now he just had to focus on how exactly he was going to escape. Combat was no good, he was out numbered, could he make it if he ran?
 
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