Its a lazy walk that Deacon enters the library with. The kind of purposeful giveaway that he's stalking prey and he's not looking for the element of surprise, but to toy with them first instead.
Walking around the desk that Scud is working at, he drags his fingers over the polished surface, nails slowly digging in and making it screech.
It's no secret that Scud's schedules have changed, that the bags underneath his eyes are darker and he smells cleaner these days.
He's worked to exhaustion, kept away from both B and Frost. Scrubbed the blood off himself and the remainings of his clothes until his skin was red and sore.
After shoving the book he was studying under a pile of files, he looks up to meet his boss's eyes.
"I know what the news says, both the serious mainstream stations, and the sensationalist ones..." And it was always funny how the ones that told the tall tales were actually often right without even knowing it. "And what those morons out there are telling me."
Deacon pulling up the ankles of his pants a bit as he sat on the edge of the table, next to Scud's seat. "But you're my information man, so you tell me."
"I-" This is what he feared. B is usually easier to handle, too worried about his own shit and brooding about mommy and Whistler issues to realise what's going on around him. But D worked differently, he was in every detail and often Scud worried about the vampire even reading his thoughts.
Hey, they do in books and old school, movies, don't they?
"I've been with shitloads of work, man..." He tried to excuse himself, scratching furiously the side of his neck.
Goddamn fleas.
"But I'll check it out and give you a call as soon as I get something."
His eyes were instantly drawn to the spot that Scud was scratching at. The skin looked raw and there was the tiniest spot of blood drawn up from a bite too small to be anything supernatural, just simply natural.
"Bodies are turning up and no one I know has anything to do with it. I don't like it when something starts to steal my food..."
Turning, he absently lifted the folders behind him, to look at the book Scud had hidden. "You've been down here a lot lately. I miss you. Ruby misses you. Quinn doesn't miss you... But Ruby's fucking scrotum-cat does."
Like everything that Deacon does, there's two sides to it. When you think that he's practically threatening you, he comes up with some kind gesture, compliments, something to make you think there's still some humanity deep within his blood-sucking self.
Scud stiffens a yawn, blinking back sleepy tears. "Sorry, but you know how it is when you have a part time job and shit. I'll be around later, okay boss?"
His eyes went from Frost's hand on the ancient vampire bestiary to his icy eyes.
"Hmmm..." His eyes scan over the book, leaf through a couple of pages. For a moment he appears to be thinking, even if he knew the answer before he even came down to search Scud out.
"Don't take a bath before you come to me." Sliding off the desk, he puts the book, shut, in front of his almost-human. He dusts off his shirt with his hand. "Wet dogs fucking stink."
Scud's heart skips a beat, and for a moment, he stays in silence as he digests the words. He was expecting them, any sort of hint. D is always a step ahead and that's why the young tech-genius is far more concerned about fucking up with him than with the dark knight.
He snorts, amused that Scud does so well at pretending. It makes Deacon wonder if he even knows himself what he truly thinks or feels any more.
"I normally have better control over pets..." He looks down on Scud. "Lock them up until they learn better manners. You don't bite the postman now." Pursing his lips, he reaches out to grasp Scud's chin and shake both their heads as he talks.
The grasp on his chin is not as hard as it's been before, in many occassions. But Scud's whole body is sore, his skin and flesh fragile after the first change.
There's not many visible changes yet, but he's read stories about werewolves ripping their skin as humans to let the wolf come out. It hasn't happened to him yet, but it makes sense. His skin will probably show signs after a while, after being impossibly stretched and growing fur on places where there should be none. His hips hurt as hell and he can barely put any pressure on the spot where his tail was born.
The last thing he needs is D's invasive touch.
"You know I'd never fuck with you, Master." He says with as much confidence as possible, a dumb little smile even showing some confidence. "I don't know why you're so worried."
He frowns for a moment, squeezing tighter before letting go with a jerk.
"You'd never fuck with me on purpose, but you can't control it, can you?"
Deacon hadn't associated with many of this kind. Dogs were dogs and he saw them as lower than him, only fit for kicking. He knew their symptoms and their afflictions though. He'd read the books too.
As soon as D lets go of his chin, Scud bows down like a hurt pup, holding his jaw.
He slowly looks up at his Master, glad that he seems to try and be understanding. And that he's not bringing him shit over how he's tried to hide what he's going through from him.
What else could he do? He's heard about how vamps usually hate his kind...
"While you're working on that, are you neglecting my project?"
That's all that Deacon really cared about; how this would interfere with his plans. Mostly his plans involving becoming a Blood God, but also his plans to turn Scud eventually.
That did piss him off. Scud's life and how it was spent or increased was in his hands, he didn't like that power being taken from him.
"Running around tearing people apart isn't going to help us get unstuck, is it?"
Deacon knew that it wasn't Scud that was the problem, though, even with this affliction. It was the rest of the idiots that they were forced to work with. That was why he needed Scud, after all.
"How did this happen? How did you get bit?" Who was it that Deacon was going to be tearing apart for touching his property?
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Walking around the desk that Scud is working at, he drags his fingers over the polished surface, nails slowly digging in and making it screech.
"There's talk of something new in town, Scud..."
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He's worked to exhaustion, kept away from both B and Frost. Scrubbed the blood off himself and the remainings of his clothes until his skin was red and sore.
After shoving the book he was studying under a pile of files, he looks up to meet his boss's eyes.
"... I heard some weird shit on the news, yeah."
Everyone did.
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Deacon pulling up the ankles of his pants a bit as he sat on the edge of the table, next to Scud's seat. "But you're my information man, so you tell me."
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Hey, they do in books and old school, movies, don't they?
"I've been with shitloads of work, man..." He tried to excuse himself, scratching furiously the side of his neck.
Goddamn fleas.
"But I'll check it out and give you a call as soon as I get something."
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"Bodies are turning up and no one I know has anything to do with it. I don't like it when something starts to steal my food..."
Turning, he absently lifted the folders behind him, to look at the book Scud had hidden. "You've been down here a lot lately. I miss you. Ruby misses you. Quinn doesn't miss you... But Ruby's fucking scrotum-cat does."
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Scud stiffens a yawn, blinking back sleepy tears. "Sorry, but you know how it is when you have a part time job and shit. I'll be around later, okay boss?"
His eyes went from Frost's hand on the ancient vampire bestiary to his icy eyes.
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"Don't take a bath before you come to me." Sliding off the desk, he puts the book, shut, in front of his almost-human. He dusts off his shirt with his hand. "Wet dogs fucking stink."
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"... So, dog is the new pet?"
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"I normally have better control over pets..." He looks down on Scud. "Lock them up until they learn better manners. You don't bite the postman now." Pursing his lips, he reaches out to grasp Scud's chin and shake both their heads as he talks.
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There's not many visible changes yet, but he's read stories about werewolves ripping their skin as humans to let the wolf come out. It hasn't happened to him yet, but it makes sense. His skin will probably show signs after a while, after being impossibly stretched and growing fur on places where there should be none. His hips hurt as hell and he can barely put any pressure on the spot where his tail was born.
The last thing he needs is D's invasive touch.
"You know I'd never fuck with you, Master." He says with as much confidence as possible, a dumb little smile even showing some confidence. "I don't know why you're so worried."
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"You'd never fuck with me on purpose, but you can't control it, can you?"
Deacon hadn't associated with many of this kind. Dogs were dogs and he saw them as lower than him, only fit for kicking. He knew their symptoms and their afflictions though. He'd read the books too.
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He slowly looks up at his Master, glad that he seems to try and be understanding. And that he's not bringing him shit over how he's tried to hide what he's going through from him.
What else could he do? He's heard about how vamps usually hate his kind...
"I'm workin' on it."
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That's all that Deacon really cared about; how this would interfere with his plans. Mostly his plans involving becoming a Blood God, but also his plans to turn Scud eventually.
That did piss him off. Scud's life and how it was spent or increased was in his hands, he didn't like that power being taken from him.
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"It's only a little delay boss, but we were already a bit stuck even before that."
It was no secret. D knew he was doing his best, but Scud also deppended on Pearl's work and that fatass was making him look like shit.
It mad him wonder if the vamp, like most of Frost's fangy followers, was making him look like shit out of purpose.
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Deacon knew that it wasn't Scud that was the problem, though, even with this affliction. It was the rest of the idiots that they were forced to work with. That was why he needed Scud, after all.
"How did this happen? How did you get bit?" Who was it that Deacon was going to be tearing apart for touching his property?
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