demoulins | RP for gunpowdr_n

"She had a gun aimed at me, dad. She knew. That's not a conclusion everyone off the street comes to." Nicolae followed Adrien through the darkened house to the kitchen.

The smell of cooking soup filled the kitchen, and Adrien lifted the lid on the pot. He stirred it quickly, then made a face and replaced the lid quickly. "Come taste this, Nicky. I think I may have added too much salt." Adrien stepped away to wash and dry his hands, then took the card from Nicolae as the boy moved to taste the soup. "Right now, Nicky, unless she does something stupid, my major concern is the other vampires that have moved in. They're obviously attracting attention, and I'm pretty sure I've made clear many times in the past that I don't tolerate them staying around for longer than a few days." He frowned at the card, then pulled out his cellphone and dialed the number.

"The soup's fine. So what if a couple vampires are hanging around? What if Tara goes after me or Marie? Huh? I don't think she's just some scared human. I think she's a hunter." He was shouting by the end of his rant, but was cut short as Adrien raised a hand to silence him.

As the phone stopped ringing, Adrien started talking. "Miss McCabe, my name is Adrien Molyneux. You talked to my son, Nicolae, a few days ago. If you'll be available after eight or so tonight, I'd like to discuss a few items I need." Adrien's voice was quiet, calm, with only a hint of a French accent.

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Hunting kids. The prospect made Adrien wrinkle his nose involuntarily. He hated dealing with human hunters. They were, in ways, more difficult to deal with than the refuse he normally chased off. Those, at least, didn't have the guts, the brains, and the ability to track him down to his home during daylight hours. He scowled. He had a nagging feeling this woman was going to cause him trouble.

"Thirty ought to do it. I'd say less, but sometimes the younger ones don't take hints very well." He wrinkled his nose again. "How familiar are you with them?"

She entered the number into the order form. "Recently. They're not my usual game -- a reliable source told me their intel's good that I managed to end up on the wrong side of one of the older ones with a temper, somehow. They've been making pests of themselves ever since."

She had no plans to cause him trouble unless he started something. Otherwise? She had other people to focus her energy on.

"They tend to make pests of themselves even when they're not angry. How they're dealing with it is unacceptable. Eat your food or leave it alone, don't antagonize it into tracking you down. That just makes life difficult for the rest of us. And I would be highly upset if one of my children ended up in the crossfire."

"They've been doing the tracking down. I'm still trying to figure out how I ended up on their list." Up to this point, she'd only engaged them when they'd forced her to. Until she learned more, that wasn't likely to change. "I don't plan on doing any tracking until I have some answers."

"I guess that depends on what you normally do," Adrien replied mildly. "It's not often I meet someone who doesn't bat an eye at accusing a teenager of being a vampire. Perhaps they thought you were a threat. Or maybe they're just stupid. I've seen others try to pretend they're some kind of Dracula monster and fail badly at it."

"Demons. But after you deal with your first few vampires, you learn to recognize the signs." A shrug. "Stupid's probably not that far off, though."

Her attention drifted back to her monitor. "Anything else besides the bullets and the crossbow bolts?"

"Demons. I should have known." Adrien chuckled, and his gaze traveled down her throat to the pulse point there. He watched it quietly as he said, "If you have any further suggestions, I might be interested. I generally use a gun, a crossbow, and a sword, but I'm always open to new techniques."

"Let's just say there's history." If he wanted her believe she had nothing to worry about from him or his son, staring at her neck maybe wasn't the best way to get that point across. "No, I think those about cover it. I don't have much expertise with swords, but I might be able to recommend someone who does if you need it."

"Trust me, I think I'll be fine with it." He still kept watching her neck, but he backed away and adjusted his hat and suit jacket. As an afterthought, he reached into a pocket and handed her a card. "Here's my work phone number and my email. Let me know when my order comes in?"

Yeah, that whole neck thing? Really kind of creepy to her.

She glanced briefly at the card before slipping it into the rolodex on the counter next to the register. "Of course. We can arrange for pickup."

He turned his head enough to glance out the window, and seeing the sun had finally set, he pulled his hat off and tucked it under one arm. "Thank you, Miss McCabe. I'll be in touch, then." As the hunger grew, it was becoming harder and harder to concentrate. He backed away, then turned and headed for the door. "Good night."

She followed his gaze out the window, noting the sun was finally down, then watched as he headed for the door. "Uh, yeah. You, too."

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