Lucyfer
I made something that'll love me even when I won't
“It's a beautiful night, n’est-ce pas?” A black haired woman asked as a body thudded to the ground on the grassy hilltop. Someone behind her sighed in exasperation. “I think it's a beautiful day,” she continued as she hefted an anti-materiel sniper rifle off her back and began to settle it into place on the ground. “You have my back, oui?”
“Yes, captain,” the decidedly German accented man behind her sighed, and she knew he was indeed doing his job of making sure there were no other guards on post to prevent snipers such as herself from getting access to the gala, where so many of Britain's worst were gathered – including the monstrous Evangeline Nicoleta van Helsing!
“Yes it's beautiful or yes you have my back, Schaeffer?” The captain teased back, “or is my back beautiful? I've heard tell–”
“Yes, I have your back, Captain,” he said, only now she could hear the nerves rattling his voice. “Can we get this over with?”
“Oui, oui, I am almost set. Relax,” she added, laying out, not at all bothered at dirtying her suit, “je suis calme, non? I will not let le vampire harm you,” she said, “you get to run off if I miss, remember?”
“I remember….” Doubt hung in the air. He remembered. He wasn't sure it would do any good.
Evangeline was nothing to worry about. A pretty little demon named for the angels, but she had a vampiric monster on a leash that she used whenever she saw fit to get whatever she wanted. The vampire should have been put down, but alas, the van Helsings were not able to resist the siren call of such power.
Such a pity.
The gala was lit up beautifully, all the rich people looking to appear like philanthropist and patrons as they participated in the silent auction to fund the latest fad issue – rainforest repopulation or something like that. The Captain set her sight and looked down it through a window into the golden lighting, seeking Evangeline in all the movement.
It took a while, but the captain was patient. Eventually, Evangeline joined a group she could see through the window, and sure of her staying, the rifle was fired.
Schaeffer jumped at the sound, but went pale as the captain all but pushed the gun to the ground in standing, “Merde!”
“Captain?”
“Au revoir, Schaeffer!” She didn’t turn around, just gave a lazy little hand twirl. He saw the wiry threads around her then, and understood, “I'll save you a warm spot in l’enfer,” she tilted her fingers in a mock salute, and Schaeffer nodded.
“Good luck, Devaine,” he bid, before indeed, running like his life depended on it.
It very much did.
~***~
Matteo Lindorm was already exhausted by the gala and it’d not even been an hour. The golden interior, the glitzy glamor, all of it was in stark contrast to the message of uniting to raise money for the rainforests. There wasn’t even a token theming to it, not even in what was being auctioned, which the vampire had no interest in, as he let his gaze fall lazily over the various trinkets humans were selling for far more than they were worth, all to feel good about saving the rainforests.
The money could have gone straight to it without this ridiculous ordeal being involved.
For that matter, everyone in the room could easily afford to hire workers, plant trees, open nearby sanctuaries for breeding purposes, and gods knew what else was involved in species preservation – Matteo didn’t.
He was more involved in ending it, after all.
Despite no one else dressing for the occasion, Matteo liked to think he was only getting away with his attire because it very loosely fit the theme. Not that Evangeline van Helsing would have denied him regardless, but his dark green long coat with golden leaves decorating it at least suited the whole event. The only other remarkable note of his attire was the cut of his shirt which was decidedly improper, and the two pistols at his hip, one gold, and one silver.
Not that it was made of actual silver, although the bullets often were, or had silver involved somehow.
He was allowed to wear them, as Evangeline’s bodyguard, though he could see the uneasy looks upon many of those she went to speak with. Most here knew Evangeline – and they knew what he was. Not the dirty details, but enough to know the guns were really just show. A flashy show, and he enjoyed this modern invention, but show all the same.
He took a passing red wine off a tray and drank at it to make others uncomfortable, purposefully holding eye contact with anyone until they flinched and looked away – or tried to tell Evangeline to ‘control’ him, despite how he was doing nothing.
Nothing, that was, until his ears caught a sound, and his eyes caught up not even a second later.
They didn’t have seconds.
Matteo reacted without warning, extending a hand out and pushing not just Evangeline, but several others, out of the path of a bullet that broke a window – and then pushed through the wall far on the opposite side.
Telekinesis had its perks.
So did vampiric senses, as he looked out the window and looked with his unnatural vision, to see a woman rising, a woman with silvery threads – a woman, clearly thinking she was prepared for the consequences of her actions.
Delicious.
“Orders, ma’am?” Matteo asked, golden eyes locked on as he waited the command, as if nothing unusual at all had just happened.
“Yes, captain,” the decidedly German accented man behind her sighed, and she knew he was indeed doing his job of making sure there were no other guards on post to prevent snipers such as herself from getting access to the gala, where so many of Britain's worst were gathered – including the monstrous Evangeline Nicoleta van Helsing!
“Yes it's beautiful or yes you have my back, Schaeffer?” The captain teased back, “or is my back beautiful? I've heard tell–”
“Yes, I have your back, Captain,” he said, only now she could hear the nerves rattling his voice. “Can we get this over with?”
“Oui, oui, I am almost set. Relax,” she added, laying out, not at all bothered at dirtying her suit, “je suis calme, non? I will not let le vampire harm you,” she said, “you get to run off if I miss, remember?”
“I remember….” Doubt hung in the air. He remembered. He wasn't sure it would do any good.
Evangeline was nothing to worry about. A pretty little demon named for the angels, but she had a vampiric monster on a leash that she used whenever she saw fit to get whatever she wanted. The vampire should have been put down, but alas, the van Helsings were not able to resist the siren call of such power.
Such a pity.
The gala was lit up beautifully, all the rich people looking to appear like philanthropist and patrons as they participated in the silent auction to fund the latest fad issue – rainforest repopulation or something like that. The Captain set her sight and looked down it through a window into the golden lighting, seeking Evangeline in all the movement.
It took a while, but the captain was patient. Eventually, Evangeline joined a group she could see through the window, and sure of her staying, the rifle was fired.
Schaeffer jumped at the sound, but went pale as the captain all but pushed the gun to the ground in standing, “Merde!”
“Captain?”
“Au revoir, Schaeffer!” She didn’t turn around, just gave a lazy little hand twirl. He saw the wiry threads around her then, and understood, “I'll save you a warm spot in l’enfer,” she tilted her fingers in a mock salute, and Schaeffer nodded.
“Good luck, Devaine,” he bid, before indeed, running like his life depended on it.
It very much did.
~***~
Matteo Lindorm was already exhausted by the gala and it’d not even been an hour. The golden interior, the glitzy glamor, all of it was in stark contrast to the message of uniting to raise money for the rainforests. There wasn’t even a token theming to it, not even in what was being auctioned, which the vampire had no interest in, as he let his gaze fall lazily over the various trinkets humans were selling for far more than they were worth, all to feel good about saving the rainforests.
The money could have gone straight to it without this ridiculous ordeal being involved.
For that matter, everyone in the room could easily afford to hire workers, plant trees, open nearby sanctuaries for breeding purposes, and gods knew what else was involved in species preservation – Matteo didn’t.
He was more involved in ending it, after all.
Despite no one else dressing for the occasion, Matteo liked to think he was only getting away with his attire because it very loosely fit the theme. Not that Evangeline van Helsing would have denied him regardless, but his dark green long coat with golden leaves decorating it at least suited the whole event. The only other remarkable note of his attire was the cut of his shirt which was decidedly improper, and the two pistols at his hip, one gold, and one silver.
Not that it was made of actual silver, although the bullets often were, or had silver involved somehow.
He was allowed to wear them, as Evangeline’s bodyguard, though he could see the uneasy looks upon many of those she went to speak with. Most here knew Evangeline – and they knew what he was. Not the dirty details, but enough to know the guns were really just show. A flashy show, and he enjoyed this modern invention, but show all the same.
He took a passing red wine off a tray and drank at it to make others uncomfortable, purposefully holding eye contact with anyone until they flinched and looked away – or tried to tell Evangeline to ‘control’ him, despite how he was doing nothing.
Nothing, that was, until his ears caught a sound, and his eyes caught up not even a second later.
They didn’t have seconds.
Matteo reacted without warning, extending a hand out and pushing not just Evangeline, but several others, out of the path of a bullet that broke a window – and then pushed through the wall far on the opposite side.
Telekinesis had its perks.
So did vampiric senses, as he looked out the window and looked with his unnatural vision, to see a woman rising, a woman with silvery threads – a woman, clearly thinking she was prepared for the consequences of her actions.
Delicious.
“Orders, ma’am?” Matteo asked, golden eyes locked on as he waited the command, as if nothing unusual at all had just happened.
