Penny saved is a penny earned.

[silenziosa_odio]

You owe me, Damion had said as Percy had moved toward the door, I could have left you to die. The implications clear in Damion’s tone. There wasn’t much to it, really. The simple words that implied the vampire wasn’t free to just leave town when he wanted

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[anson_greene]

The only thing more maddening than not knowing where Percy is, is knowing where Percy is and not being able to go get him. After Pip left, warning Anson once more that attempting to enter Damion's club in daylight would only get him killed, Anson had reluctantly returned to Percy's to wait for nightfall.

The intervening few hours were spent alternately pacing and trying to catch a catnap on the lumpy old couch. He manages a few minutes here and there, but he's too wired to really sleep. He's too busy counting the minutes until sundown.

The old house has been silent all day, but now as the sun finally sets, Anson begins to hear the sounds of the other resident vampires waking up. The bathroom door closes and ancient pipes shudder to life, creaking as the shower is turned on. A few minutes later, Alex walks into the room.

"He's alive," Anson blurts out. "And he's at Damion's club."

[italiano_angel]

Alex blinked, surprised and taken off guard by the appearance of Anson. He would have suggested they started locking the doors...but...

"Damion's?" Inwardly he wanted to gloat. Because he had suggested it the other night, hadn't he? And he'd been right, hadn't he? Stupid Arsene. "Then he'll come home, yeah?" Because it only made some sort of sense that the vampire did. Then again, why didn't he come home before that?

"Well, that's good." He decided, nodding his head a little before crossing his arms over his chest. "But I'm not staying here and waiting tonight. I know Damion. I can talk to him about Percy. And don't tell me I'm just a kid either. I'm no shorter than Percy, and I'm bigger than he is (weight wise), and he can go off without anyone worrying about him." Hmph, stupid adult like people.

[lenfantperdu]

Arsène rolls over sleepily, his arms searching for something but hitting the mattress instead.

Where is he?

His eyes slide open. Suddenly, he remembers. The reason for the voices in the living room, with their urgent tones.

Padding across the dark room, he walks down the hallway with silent feet, appearing in the living room moments later.

‘What’s going on? Have you found him? Where is he?’

[anson_greene]

"Okay, okay," Anson says wearily. "You're right. You can do the talking. I just want to-"

He breaks off, groaning inwardly at the sound of Arsène's voice. Arsène stands in the doorway, rubbing at his eyes, his hair sticking up in every direction. He's wearing a pair of rumpled pajamas with blue stripes. Anson blinks at him, finding this bizarre for some reason.

Well, what did you think he slept in? A tuxedo and a cloak with a blood red lining?

Anson sends a glare his way, not wishing to see Arsène at all, and who gives a shit what he's wearing.

"He's at Damion's club," he says grudgingly, after a moment. "Alex and I are going to go get him."