F,G&V - Vampire Gun Dealers?

[wyndewalker]

 

F,G&V - Vampire Gun Dealers?

"Ah, Mr. Simmons, a pleasure to finally meet you. A bodyguard; how

charming."

Ezra smiled graciously at the three people lounging before him. He

didn't know if he wanted to laugh or sigh. Apparently these people

were vampire wannabes as Vin had called them. They were all dressed in

modern clothes but with a distinctly victorian feel to them. It was

the dark-haired gentleman in the middle who had addressed him. The

other two were both blondes. The slight accent told Ezra he was from

Eastern Europe.

"A necessary evil at times for someone in my line of work, Mister...?"

"How rude of me. I am Count Vladimir Dragul. My companions are Lord

James Ruthven and Lady Ylsa Bruxsa. Would you care for a drink?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine. You had a business proposition for me?"

"But of course. Let us retire to somewhere a bit more...discrete."

Ezra and Vin both took a step back as the three before them flowed to

their feet. Ezra shook his head slightly at Vin's questioning look

before following the trio to a guarded door on back wall marked VIPs

Only. This led to a staircase and an empty room with large windows

overlooking the club below. The music from the club could be heard but

at a level that indicated it was being piped in through a sound system

rather than seeping in from the club which meant the room was

soundproofed. There was an unmanned bar to one side; a grouping of

comfortable looking chairs and couches to the other. There were no

other discernable entrances or exits. Ruthven moved towards the bar

while Ylsa immediately curled up on the couch. Vladimir paused just

inside the doorway.

"Your man may wait outside the door, Mr. Simmons. As you can see there

is no one here but us so there is no need for his presence."

"Mr. Simmons," Vin started but Ezra cut him off.

"I'll be fine, Victor." They glared at each other for a moment before

Vin nodded sharply. He positioned himself just outside the doorway,

very unhappy when it was closed and all sound from inside was cutoff.

"My apologies," Ezra started but was cutoff by Vladimir waving his

hand.

"Apologies are not necessary. Please sit." Vladimir sat on the couch

next to Ylsa while Ezra took one of the chairs. Ezra found himself

unable to look away from Vladimir's eyes "AS you said he is your

bodyguard. It is his job to be concerned about you, even moreso that

he is your lover. Correct, Ezra?"

"N-no. Why do you think that?" Ezra began to sweat. He had almost told

them the truth. He hadn't wanted to yet felt compelled to. Ruthven

appeared next to him, a glass of red wine held out.

"Drink, Ezra," Vladimir commanded him.

Ezra felt himself reaching for the glass but managed to stop himself.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Drink, Ezra." The dark-haired man's voice deepened, seeming to seep

into the corners of Ezra's mind, consuming him. He took the glass from

Ruthven, his hand shaking as he struggled against himself. Part of his

mind was screaming that this was wrong, that he need to run from these

people but his body no longer felt like it was his own.

"That's a good boy, Ezra. Now drink it. Drink it all down."

He slowly raised the glass to his lips, the rim clinking against his

teeth as he continued to resist. Then Ruthven's hand was on his own

and he had no choice but to drink. He gagged a bit on the coppery

undertone and slight viscousness of the liquid. As it settled into his

stomach he felt all of his worries disappear. He didn't know why he

had been so concerned. He was in no danger while he was here.

"Very good, Ezra. Now tell me, who am I?"

Ezra looked at him as if that was the easiest question ever. "Master."

"Excellant, Pet. I want you to tell me everything, Pet. Start with the

man in the hallway - Victor. Tell me about your lover."

"Of course, Master. His true name is Vincent Tanner."

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Hmm. Is that? Yeah, that's an angry mob. Think I'm gonna hide now. :)