Thread: Love Is War { Kveria | EverUndine }

It had become somewhat of a 'normal' occurrence for this human Hunter to barge into Jolyon Black's only refuge from the world and, to be honest, it didn't bother the vampire as much as he claimed it did. This Alistair man, if he could be called a man this was a real point of contention with Jolyon as he had been alive for nearly a thousand years and found it extremely difficult to consider anyone under the age of five hundred to be 'men', they were still young men in his eyes, this young man was actually incredibly good-looking and he had a confidence about him that made Jolyon actually like the human. He knew he would be receiving a visit from the hunter relatively soon, he could hear the strong heart, pumping the blood through human veins. It was a song he would never grow tired of, a great and gorgeous symphony of life. And those smells one smell, mouth-watering and sweet and oh-so-tempting the other, foul and sickening and dead, a vampire's blood. Couldn't you have at least wrapped that thing up? He didn't bother looking to see whom the head belonged to, he had only enemies among his own kind. One wasn't always the most popular person when one made the decision to create tools for the easier and faster slaughter of one's own species. Instead of peaking to see who had literally lost their head Jolyon kept his blue eyes on the invention before him. His goggles magnifying each tiny piece which, with his vampire sight, allowed him to see at an almost molecular level that was a different lens' function. I'm working on something I think you'll like very much. This here- he gestured to the extension he was soldering to the pistol he held, -is a flintlock pistol which I... confiscated from a British police officer about...oh, I'd say about two hundred and twenty five years ago, give or take a few. And this ! Well this here is something that I believe will muffle the sound of the shot greatly. Now, it won't be completely silent, but most certainly much less noisy. More like a 'pop' and less like a 'bang', if you will. Finishing up his work, he pulled the goggles from his eyes, letting them rest on top of his head and his eyes moved from his bench to the man in the room. Oh, yes, this was why he didn't just eat the human there and then those hazel eyes which changed color nearly every time Jolyon looked at them, that brown hair with those fiery tones lying beneath, and that neck. That neck, pale and smooth and pulsating with life and warmth and- Stop. No. He couldn't let himself go down that path. He was a man of his word and he had sworn to provide Alistair with tools so long as he, in turn, promised not to hunt Jolyon. He had also promised not to kill any humans. Of course, Alistair had taken this as a promise not to feed on humans and Jolyon had let him believe that he would only be feeding on rats and mangy stray dogs Never cats. Jolyon had an affinity for cats and could never bring himself to feed on any, most certainly the reason for the many strays who sought food and refuge in his workshop. There were five cats there at any given time. This was not a lie, he often told himself, he was simply omitting the truth. He truly didn't kill humans anymore, but he did feed from them. Little bits from many more than willing hosts. Jolyon was not an ugly man, both men and women appreciated his beauty. The Vampire's ice-colored eyes looked briefly at the small sack he had been tossed. Can't save the weapon, but you knew that, didn't you. It wasn't a question. Jolyon moved to stand before the Hunter with lightening quick speed and the graceful, smooth movement of a leaf floating on the wind, a perk of being a very old vampire. Are you going to pay me this time? He let two of his cold and surprisingly smooth fingers trace a path over the corded muscle in Alistair's neck Vampires could not develop callouses due to their skin being dead and to their inability to change or age in physical appearance, moving out of the way of Alistair's fist and laughing softly. Come on, I'm lonely and hungry, all thanks to you. He focused his attention on the tracker Alistair had brought back to him. He could see the oils of human hands all over the thing and he knew that the human was only trying to make him think it was useless. It was obvious he had loved the invention quite literally to death, he chuckled at the irony, choosing not to share it with the human. You know you can't lie to me. You are still so young, and you have so many tells, he smirked as he picked up the tracker and pulled his goggles over his eyes, changing the setting to allow him to see inside the machine without taking it apart. Did you drop this?! He could see without even asking that the human had, in fact, dropped it. A few of the key parts inside had broken loose from their fittings and he quickly got to work opening the thing so he could remedy that. You can't drop this thing! It's not made to withstand a beating, it's made to locate things, namely vampires. He ran a hand through his hair as he mumbled to himself once the machine was open, putting parts down and then soldering them in place. You can't drop this. It's a location device, not a club. He smirked as he continued his repair, knowing that whatever he said now the Hunter couldn't retaliate while he was working on his inventions it required a very steady hand, you see. When do I get to taste you, hm? You smell so mouthwatering, I swear I'll only take a little, it was all to rile the man up but it was also completely true. The man did smell completely amazing and he wanted ever so badly to have just the tiniest of tastes.