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- Sep 27, 2011
Life was a funny thing; it never worked out the way you expected. Fifteen years ago, the young man named Nicholas Lyons had expected to be given a high ranking position in one of his family's many companies, one that required no actual work, and spend the rest of his life alternating between manipulating his way through England's highest echelons of society and getting away with as much as he could in the meantime. He'd expected the trip to the Americas to be his last trip where his family could blame his indiscretions on youth, and fully intended to make the most of it. And when he met the one woman he couldn't seem to wrap around his little finger, he'd expected to eventually win her over.
Ten years ago, the undead abomination named Nicholas Lyons had expected to be beneath the thumb of his sire forever. He'd expected the woman who had ended his life and stolen his soul to keep him forever, use him as nothing but a toy even while she taught him the intricacies of his new existence. The taste of blood would surely always be abhorrent to him, the idea of twisting someone's mind using dark magics repulsive.
Five years ago, the creature named Nicholas Lyons had expected to die. When his sire vanished she had left him with nothing, without even the knowledge that she had hid him away from the city's other vampires. By their laws he should not exist, and so they did their best to make sure that he did not.
And five days ago, the vampire named Nicholas Lyons had expected to pass through this city just like all the others, unable to find any of the city's influential figures that weren't already being controlled or were simply unreachable. With little to work with, with no way to obtain a foothold into the city's structure, he would soon be forced to move on.
The last thing he expected was to overhear a conversation in a bar. A student of ancient languages had created a fake spellbook and sold it to a girl at his college, one who was apparently very enthusiastic about some 'coven' that she and her friends had created. It was probably just some girls who thought being pagan would annoy daddy, but it did get Nicholas thinking.
Perhaps he had been looking at things entirely the wrong way, from entirely the wrong angle. Since his sire had abandoned him, he'd spent a few years simply trying to erase the remnants of the controls and bonds she'd left in his mind. The rest of the time had been almost a haze; he hadn't progressed, he'd simply existed.
Perhaps it was time for that to change.
The University was never completely asleep, yet most of the activity had shifted to the dorms and the bars. The classrooms and facilities were almost perfectly silent, with virtually no one willing to go through the permission forms needed to keep the buildings open after hours. Of course, that was only if you wanted to go through the official channels. Based on what he'd heard about these girls, they weren't the sort to go through official channels. Based on the little show he'd seen half an hour ago, they were the sort to have one of their own smile sweetly at a barely literate janitor and talk him into leaving open a side door into the athletic center. She was the only one he'd seen so far, slipping into the center with an armful of candles and vaguely occult crap, but the others would arrive sooner or later.
Nicholas himself was sitting in a car across the street from the center, one of many sitting in one of the university's parking lots. It wasn't his, he'd just picked the lock and settled down in the shadiest spot he could find; from the athletic center, he was virtually invisible. His own method of entry was already planned, once the others had arrived. He intended to simply watch at first, wait to see just how skilled these girls were and whether there was any real power here. But if there wasn't, and they were just another batch of weak-minded fools who thought that chanting in something that sounded like Latin would solve all of their problems...Well, the night promised to be very entertaining indeed.
Ten years ago, the undead abomination named Nicholas Lyons had expected to be beneath the thumb of his sire forever. He'd expected the woman who had ended his life and stolen his soul to keep him forever, use him as nothing but a toy even while she taught him the intricacies of his new existence. The taste of blood would surely always be abhorrent to him, the idea of twisting someone's mind using dark magics repulsive.
Five years ago, the creature named Nicholas Lyons had expected to die. When his sire vanished she had left him with nothing, without even the knowledge that she had hid him away from the city's other vampires. By their laws he should not exist, and so they did their best to make sure that he did not.
And five days ago, the vampire named Nicholas Lyons had expected to pass through this city just like all the others, unable to find any of the city's influential figures that weren't already being controlled or were simply unreachable. With little to work with, with no way to obtain a foothold into the city's structure, he would soon be forced to move on.
The last thing he expected was to overhear a conversation in a bar. A student of ancient languages had created a fake spellbook and sold it to a girl at his college, one who was apparently very enthusiastic about some 'coven' that she and her friends had created. It was probably just some girls who thought being pagan would annoy daddy, but it did get Nicholas thinking.
Perhaps he had been looking at things entirely the wrong way, from entirely the wrong angle. Since his sire had abandoned him, he'd spent a few years simply trying to erase the remnants of the controls and bonds she'd left in his mind. The rest of the time had been almost a haze; he hadn't progressed, he'd simply existed.
Perhaps it was time for that to change.
The University was never completely asleep, yet most of the activity had shifted to the dorms and the bars. The classrooms and facilities were almost perfectly silent, with virtually no one willing to go through the permission forms needed to keep the buildings open after hours. Of course, that was only if you wanted to go through the official channels. Based on what he'd heard about these girls, they weren't the sort to go through official channels. Based on the little show he'd seen half an hour ago, they were the sort to have one of their own smile sweetly at a barely literate janitor and talk him into leaving open a side door into the athletic center. She was the only one he'd seen so far, slipping into the center with an armful of candles and vaguely occult crap, but the others would arrive sooner or later.
Nicholas himself was sitting in a car across the street from the center, one of many sitting in one of the university's parking lots. It wasn't his, he'd just picked the lock and settled down in the shadiest spot he could find; from the athletic center, he was virtually invisible. His own method of entry was already planned, once the others had arrived. He intended to simply watch at first, wait to see just how skilled these girls were and whether there was any real power here. But if there wasn't, and they were just another batch of weak-minded fools who thought that chanting in something that sounded like Latin would solve all of their problems...Well, the night promised to be very entertaining indeed.