IGNITE THE SPARK

[elliot thomas williams]

Elliot squeezed the bag of blood tightly, getting every last drop of the liquid before discarding it with a quick flick of his wrist into the waste. He winced slightly at the bitter taste that followed the feed but it was something the blonde had long gotten used to. Checking the time, Eli stood slowly and wiped his mouth almost elegantly with the towel beside him. The Royals were known for being beyond graceful, particularly when compared to the other groups and he was no exception. His role as the negotiator meant his schedule was always busy, but room was always made for a meeting with his sire. It was expected of him and who was he to argue? Breannan was probably at least 400 years older than him and that sort of power wasn’t one to fight against. Of course, the rare Vampires did… though they never lasted long… not with the entire royal family weighing on their shoulders.

Pulling on his jacket, Elliot smoothed his shirt down before heading out of courthouse library area and toward the flight of stairs that descended into the Royal Palace offices. They were long and expansive; various innocent looking individuals lined the sides pretending to be normal, except Eli knew full well that they were far from it. Tilting his head up the slightest amount in acknowledgement of their small nods, he kept his eyes ahead and his back straight until he came to the grand doors that opened moments before his last step hit the ground. It really was a spectacular place to go, and very few outside Vampires actually got to witness the great halls of the royalty, so it certainly was considered something very special to be in the family itself.

Elliot was early, though he knew the consequences of being late for the leader. It wasn’t something he really wanted to experience himself and if there was anything his experience as a negotiator had taught him, it was never be late for a meeting or it wouldn’t go your way. He smiled at some of the various members of the family he walked past through the Palace, and continued on toward the room he normally had his weekly meeting with Breannan. Opening the door and shutting it securely behind him, he noted quickly that he was alone. Good. That meant he hadn’t kept him waiting. Honestly, it almost sounded like Elliot was scared but he wasn’t… he just didn’t like to disappoint. In fact, he actually calmed even more than his already diplomatic personality when Breannan was around.

Pulling his jacket off and setting it onto the back of his seat, Elliot settled down, flicking through his mobile device for his schedule involving the rest of the day. Well, it was pretty packed so far but they could wait, there were more important issues that took priority. Elliot’s head tilted slightly as he heard the recognisable footsteps and quickly pushed his device into his jacket pocket and stood straight, smiling as he was no longer alone. ”Sire…” Elliot bowed his head slightly for a sign of respect. Perhaps the royals had been the ones to kill off his birth mother and father, but he had been too young to realise the full impact at the time… and they had protected Audra from harm thus far. They had treated him well and he respectfully wanted to pay his dues in return.

WORDS! about 600
TAGGED! pru!/breannan
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! just a starter and it's late. ew.
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0

[breannan cora cleirigh]

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“My dear girl, thank you for being so generous.” His voice was as smooth as un touched honey, slow and sensuous as the words escaped his lips. He tilted back his head ever so slightly, so that the fluorescent lighting that barely lit up the room cast shadows on his pale face. Breannan smiled, making sure that his fangs couldn’t be seen. The girl in front of him was young, perhaps just reaching adulthood. Her heavy makeup was smeared and flaky, her hair a sweaty tangled mess. She kneeled on the floor and stared up at him with a look of both utter awe and fear, trying to see what emotions lay behind those bright blue eyes.

Keep looking, he thought, but you won’t find anything. Breannan reached out from his seat, and touched her face with his cool hands. She pressed her dirty cheek into his cools hands, eager for something he wasn’t provided. What was it? Gentility? Safety? She wouldn’t find it down in the interrogation room, the hard cold metallic floor or the porcelain light fixtures. No comfort in the cold of a vampire’s palm, either. He caressed her skin lightly, smiling that polite, firm smile of his.

“You were so good, you know? So good for telling us all of that. Good. Good girl.” Breannan’s voice washed over her fears, and she started to tear up, as if just listening to his words would end the nightmare.

“D-do I get a reward?” She asked, weeks of solitude providing her with lowered self-esteem. She would talk like a baby for years if that’s what it took to free her of that hell hole. Breannan smiled warmly, and glanced into the shadows. That was when she started to panic. Suddenly, a vice grip was pulling her up, and pinning her to the wall. She screamed, writhing in pain, but someone shoved something into her mouth. Breannan watched, the smile still lingering, but brilliant eyes slitted as he approached softly. He stood there for a moment, just observing her trials. The girl kicked, bit, and writhed, but it was no use. None at all. He reached us and grazed his long fingers down her jugular, something hungry in his eyes.

“Shush now, sweet girl. Killing a vampire, no matter what the influence was, is a crime! The punishment is simple.” He was too close to her now, inhaling her exhales, sucking in her scent. She was sweating even worse, about to piss her panties, wishing, praying, screaming. As he spoke his snake-words, she could hear bits of his distant accent floating around his tongue. “But don’t worry, my love. Think of it like this; your life, which took away someone else’s, will be used to sustain our existence.” He paused, turning his head whimsically, so that the light just barely exposed his face. “Like Hammurabi’s ingenious code; eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.”

He bit.

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Breannan paused at the door, and turned to smile at his companion. A burly, rather threatening immortal being had been hired to make up for all the dramatic butch that Breannan himself lacked. He wiped at his mouth once more, then flicked the dried flakes of congealed blood off of his pale hands.

“Don’t come inside.” He said softly, smiling politely for a group of vampire’s who walked swiftly past, both eager to look but wildly afraid to.

Probably because he was covered in blood.

Though Breannan was probably the most hygienic entity you would ever meet, he knew what the site of a blood-covered body did for his people. He turned and opened the door slowly, his smile changing into something genuinely warm. Elliot was standing, his most favorite child. The young ones always were.

”Sire…”

“Elliot.” Breannan walked slowly, looking him up and down, appraising his creation. When he got close enough, he reached up and touched him on the arm, an unconscious and tale tell sign of affinity. He never realized he did it, the skinship, but when he did you knew you were in his innermost circle. Breannan turned and walked to his desk, bright blue calculating eyes made sure everything was in place. When he was sure that nothing had been moved, he slipped out of his suit jacket, once light grey, not deep red. He balled it up and shoved it in the bin by his desk.

“You look well.”

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_{TAGGED: Elliot
WORDS: 700 and somthing
LYRICS: Lykki Li – I follow rivers
NOTES: >:D
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[elliot thomas williams]

Elliot heard the recognisable footsteps and stride, and didn’t miss the unmistakably silk voice of his sire outside of the door. Holding his hands together behind his back, his sky blue eyes focused in as Breannan walked through the door. Blood and a lot of it. The crimson liquid stained Breannan’s entire front. However, Eli did notice the large bodyguard staying outside of the room, so it hadn’t been him who had pissed off their leader. The diplomat was only young and had been a vampire for less than twenty years and yet he had never dealt with that amount of blood.

His role within the royal family meant that he did everything he could to prevent situations like the one his Sire had obviously found himself in… though who really knew what happened in the lower chambers. Elliot, himself, had never been for he had no reason to and it was never good for a young vampire… a ripper at that, to be around that much blood. Just looking at the blood covering Breannan was making him wish he had an extra bag of blood before leaving.

Elliot’s attention switched again and he looked into the blue eyes assessing him, a slight tilt of the head the only hint of pride showing through. The young vampire’s smile warmed considerably, however, at the soft touch and felt a connection through the vampire-maker bond they shared. Each bond was unique and theirs was no exception… Elliot thus far had been loyal to a fault and never hesitated to do and carry out his orders.

He stayed silent for the moment, letting his Sire begin to get comfortable but couldn’t resist the slight rise of the eyebrow at the excessive amount of blood there was covering the Vampire. Elliot relaxed his posture greatly as he spoke. “You look well.”

”I am well… I thought I had a very interesting day but… hmm… perhaps compared to others, I was wrong.” His eyes looked at the blood again with another quirk of the eyebrow and a light but harmless smirk on his face. Elliot pulled his chair slightly closer to the desk so he wasn’t so far away. ”How has your day been?” He was dying to ask Breannan what the hell he had exactly been up to. Surely someone hadn’t been foolish to fight against him because as the evidence proved, they had clearly lost.

Elliot sunk down into his seat carefully, straightening out his shirt to maintain his perfect posture that had been drilled into him since he joined the royal family. Tapping his fingers on the arm rest for barely a few seconds, he could no longer resist. ”You have a little…” Still with his smirk, he pointed to his own button up shirt as an example. Despite what others said, he did have a sense of humour; it was just a privilege reserved for a few people like Nathan, Scarlett, Audra and of course Breannan. They had all seen most of the sides to his personality from his early training to his accepting his full role within the family. Speaking of which…

”I have good news though.” Turning to his jacket, Elliot pulled out a couple of sheets of paper that had been handed to him the night before by one of his workers. It was amazing what one could convince another vampire to do with a promise of his sweet blood. ”A few weeks ago you asked me about the possibility of a deal with the rotters for some of their more… enjoyable breathers. Well, we were successful.” Standing up again, he leaned forward onto the desk and turned the paper round for Breannan to read, a smile adorning his strong features. He always felt good when he could provide their leader with the news he would hopefully want. Nevertheless, that didn't stop his gaze drifting to the blood again, his nose hungrily soaking in the scent. It smelt lovely.

WORDS! 640
TAGGED! pru!/breannan
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent.
NOTES! la la la (: x
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0

[breannan cora cleirigh]

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Breannan watched as the smooth paper slid unto his desk. He had made a good decision, appointing Elliot negotiator. He barely had to bother with the more trivial deals anymore; just a nod of approval or the slightest suggestion and it would be done. It was his taste for talent; he could smell it in Elliot’s every breath. Of course, Breannan knew only too well how good things could turn bad instantaneously, so his gaze always lingered on his newest child prodigy. Breannan sat down in his soft desk-chair, spinning slightly. He reached nimbly for the agreement, and let his blue eyes scan the page, emotionless. The paperwork was the worst part of his job.

“Hmm.” Breannan looked up, his gaze piercing Elliot’s. He let the slightest of frowns touch his lips and he leaned back in his leather seat. “This is the best you could get.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. A hard, emotionless statement. The deal was disappointing. Breannan narrowed his eyes and slowly let the papers touch the mahogany table. There was a moment of silence, where he once again let his gaze sweep over Elliot’s appearance, re-evaluating. His lips were taut, you could see the tips of something that could have been fangs and a strange intelligence lit up Breannan’s eyes.

Then the moment was gone, and Breannan was sighing, leaning back and stretching his spine in the chair.

“I should have expected as much. It’s a sad deal, but I approve.” He said casually, watching Elliot with slitted eyes as he pushed the paper back. Every moment was a test. Breannan gave him a smile that was reassuring and unnerving at the same time. He spun his chair so that he was facing the wall behind him; floor to ceiling of books. No windows; they made vampires uncomfortable and humans feel safe. He needed none of that. Breannan let his gaze sweep the spines of his books collection. They were all sorts of topics, from fiction to Rosetta stone manuals to basic law catalogues. He had read them all. When he turned to Elliot again, that capricious smile was back on his lips.

“My day was fair, but I’m sure you aren’t asking about my meeting.” Breannan noted the hunger in Elliot’s eyes. It was unfortunate that Elliot had been created a ripper; sometimes it just happened. He had never blooded a ripper child before. He remembered Elliot’s first meals; it was messy. Messy, but amusing. That lingering amusement and the fact that he saw Elliot’s potential were the only reasons he hadn’t killed him afterwards. Plus, the rarity of the boy’s blood.

“Have you ever heard of Andres Hernandez?” Breannan scratched at his cheek. Flecks of the girl’s blood floated unto his desk. He swept them away idly. “I never did. Apparently he was some drug-pushing rotter before he was hired to be an extra set of eyes.” Breannan glanced up, “For us, of course. Well, apparently these eyes saw something.”

Breannan paused, and reached to his collar, loosening his tie. His eyes were bright again, indicating racing thoughts. He off pulled the silken accessory, now hard and ruined from the almost dry blood, and tossed it in the trash bin. It echoed around the room with a reverberating thud.

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_{TAGGED: Elliot
LYRICS: Lykki Li – I follow rivers
NOTES: >:D
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[elliot thomas williams]

Even with the strong smell of blood coming from Breannan was almost slightly overpowering for the young Vampire, Elliot did want to see the reaction from his Sire at the deal he had managed to secure. The Rotters had been unmoving, refusing to even look at the suggestion of a deal with the royals about the breathers they had in their possession and it had taken many hours of calmly understanding to get this far. It had only been one of his workers who had finally been able to deliver the document to him after the deliberations continued for hours. The moment the hint of the frown touched Breannan’s lips, Elliot’s smile dropped and instead his lips pursed slightly. The silence was heavy on his shoulders once his leader finished.

”The Rotters wouldn’t even talk at first… this was our last resort.” The Royals really wanted those breathers and the lower classes knew this fact and hadn’t bothered to show any respect when one of the most important members of the family had come to speak personally to them. Naturally, he had kept his calm throughout until he finally had to disappear and attend to other very important business.

Elliot picked up the papers slowly, folding them perfectly once more and sitting back down into his seat to slot them back into his jackets inside pocket. He would clear them once he was out of here now he had the acceptance of Breannan. It irked him personally that he could never honestly get a good read on the man’s emotions and behaviour… he had never met anyone more spontaneous and misunderstood in his twenty five years of being around. It also meant that there could be no bullshit around him which in Elliot’s book wasn’t a bad thing in the slightest. Continuing his silence, Elliot felt like he had subconsciously been put in his place and the consequences of the Rotters stubbornness became reality. Once more, the young vampire tilted up his chin slightly, refusing to let his pride be hit.

Nevertheless, his eyes still dropped to the blood that soaked his leader’s cheeks and clothes once more, particularly when Breannan brought light to the fact. ”It is somewhat difficult to miss the lovely colour your clothes seem to be…” Elliot commented, lightly. A large blood bag was definitely going to be on order when he returned to his work. His head tilted again as he was asked if he knew someone’s name. Sweeping through his memory as best as possible, he couldn’t say he knew the title and barely shook his head in time before Breannan continued, also explaining he hadn’t either. ”I can’t say that I have, Sire.”

Elliot dealt with new vampires every day and it would be nearly impossible to remember each individual name… certainly not a rotter at that. He barely sneered when it was confirmed he was a rotter. They largely only served to be a great waste of his time… certainly recently. Even the exiles were easier to deal with than those vile creatures a lot of the time. Elliot shifted a small amount in his seat, his brows rising slightly in excitement at the prospect of new information from the underground factions.

”And? Is he going to providing us this information or does it need to be collected?” His eyes watched the tie be flung into nearest bin with a thud, discarded like it was nothing. He can only imagine the blood fill Breannan must have gotten from the individual. ”I could go see him later, if you wish it?” Elliot didn’t mean to sound too eager, but his constant need to impress the elders brought it out naturally. On the odd occasion, he was accompanied by his leader on the retrieval missions and since he was still on a steep learning curve, Elliot relished it.

WORDS! 645
TAGGED! pru!/breannan
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent.
NOTES! trying to impress, ha ;]
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0

[breannan cora cleirigh]

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Breannan watched Elliot’s expressions. He found most of what his newly turned children did amusing; they were so human compared to his ancient companions. One of the things he found annoying about Nathan was his lack of expression, no matter how Breannan messed with him. Elliot, however, was quick to emotion, which was charming and yet dangerous at the same time. Plus, he wasn’t old enough to be able to completely hide the hunger from his eyes. This predictability made Breannan chuckle, inwardly. They were talking about serious, un-amusing topics that required Breannan to put on his hard façade. Breannan watched the excitement grow in Elliot’s eyes, and for a second he let himself smile at the boy’s enthusiasm. He was proving to be an excellent vampire. But the smile was temporary, and as Breannan started to unbutton his ruined shirt, his thoughts turned to the problem at hand.

“Unfortunately, that won’t be necessary. Andres Hernandez was found dead yesterday.” Breannan paused, eyes narrowing. “Steak to the heart, apparently. Then his body was dismembered and positioned quite…” comically, “dreadfully.” Breannan let a bit of obviously fake remorse touch his voice, though he knew he didn’t need to fake anything in front of Elliot. It was practice, for the next person he would have to speak to. Probably the deputy chief or some other insignificant human. He was quite convincing.

“His human woman found him.” He remarked, pulling his bloody dress shirt off of his body. He wasn’t built like a tank, but defined. Muscular enough to appeal to women, lean enough to fit beneath a man, with unique, androgynous features that gave both men and women of any sexual orientation a tingly feeling in their nether-regions. And he was quite aware of this. Sexual appeal was one of his better bargaining chips. When he was covered in blood and bits of flesh, standing half naked in a torn-apart battle field, an image of his glory days, was when he felt the sexiest. He trailed a nimble, pale finger up his bloody torso absentmindedly, then pressed the drying blood to his lips. Breannan licked at it dreamily, until he realized that Elliot was still there, and turned.

“You look starving.” Breannan’s voice was a bit mocking, a bit parental. Elliot should be taking better care of himself. “You know, I don’t mind if a couple humans go missing, as long as you control yourself.” Breannan smiled, but it was a taunting grin. “If you don’t drink enough,” Breannan slid a bloody finger across Elliot’s lips, “You could go insane.” Breannan’s eyes were cold. It was a warning. A warning to take care of himself, but a warning all the same. Breannan touched Elliot’s cheek gently, indulging once more in his habitual skinship, and then walked back to his desk. He reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a towel, wiping of the now jellied remnants of Andres’s dead whore.

“In any case,” Breannan started, his face emotionless once more, “This is a problem. I just… interviewed the who-… his girlfriend, and she said that she knew nothing except that he had been going to the outskirts of the town every day for about two weeks.” He paused. “I’m sure you know what that implies.” Exiles. They were steadily becoming a problem. No one knew what motivated them to become more organized, more active, but it was happening. And that irritated Breannan to no end.

When Breannan was as clean as possible, he sniffed at the towel once and then threw it in with the rest of his steadily increasing ruined-fabric collection. At least the suit pants were relatively untouched. Breannan leaned on the desk, running one hand through his hair and sucking at the nails of the other. He listened to Elliot with narrowed eyes.

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_{TAGGED: Elliot
LYRICS: Lykki Li – I follow rivers
NOTES: Sexy, sexy, sexy, slightly homoerotic images.
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[elliot thomas williams]

Elliot knew that his excitement was obvious, but he never felt the need to mask it when he was with Breannan. He knew him too well and probably would be able to read his emotions even if he did try. Whilst doing his job, Elliot had become very good at hiding what he was truly feeling, especially when he was trying to be diplomatic. Far too often had he been called a name and they had received a blank stare in response… his job wasn’t to get angry… it was to stay calm to ensure they got the best deal they could.

His excitement dropped in a heartbeat when the truth was revealed about the man’s death… and in such an undignified manner too. What vampire would possibly want a death like that? None, that’s for sure. He winced at the details slightly and he idly found himself rubbing his chest over his heart at just the thought of a stake being driven through it. Sure, Elliot had seen it done many times in front of him when he’d been made to sit in on them… but it wasn’t something he really partook in himself. It was barbaric in every sense. Still, he wasn’t impervious to it… Elliot had been known to stay in his seat and watch a failed worker starve to death in front of him without so much as batting an eyelid at them.

Elliot’s eyes instantly dropped to the muscular body now on display, speckled and dusted in blood from a new victim. He was aware that the swapping of blood was a big part to vampire sex and he understood that feeling, quietly enjoying it when someone drank from him. Of course, he also enjoyed the drinking from others, just his lack of control meant it wasn’t possible. Upon being blooded into a vampire, the high rollers had made sure that alongside blood bonding to marry Scarlett upon a certain date; he would also be pure for the ceremony, a fact that also helped his blood be one of the best tasting available. It was that reason that Elliot could only assume what sex was like, one way blood sharing being the closest he could get. That was never going to be easy for a man in his twenties.

Elliot shifted in his seat somewhat he knew he had been caught staring and avoided eye contact for a moment with his sire, couching as if he needed to clear his throat. Licking his lips, he finally looked up at the permission he was granted to enjoy some humans should he want. The only issue was that he couldn’t control it no matter how much he tried. Keeping his blue eyes locked with the blue eyes above him, he felt the finger sweep along his lips and it would have been impossible for him to resist licking the blood off the end, his eyes almost closing at the small taste. Perhaps it wasn’t straight from a body but it was the freshest blood he’d had in years, not frozen and defrosted to drink like he usually had to have. ”I can’t control it.” He breathed out. Rather be honest than lie.

Shutting his eyes for a second, Elliot cleared his head of the blood lust the best he could and focused in on the words. ”Exiles…” He tried to run the various scenarios in his head. ”Do you think they did it? Or maybe the Rotters found out that he was acting as a spy?” The Exiles were growing and strengthening every day which wouldn’t be such a problem… but they had no point of contact. There was no negotiating with them unless you were very close to their leader, William and he wasn’t exactly forthcoming in his friendship offers. Not to mention, he was certifiably insane.

”The exiles are growing in size are becoming organised to the point where they’re interfering in city matters and not in a positive way.” Elliot frowned a little and sighed. ”Unless we can somehow infiltrate their camp… there is very little we can do to find out their plans. As far as I’m aware, any exile that has been caught has told us that William, their leader, doesn’t tell them anything until just before the plan is carried out.” It was annoying that they had no way of conversing with the group. ”The last vampire we sent to try and start some form of talks never returned… at least not in one piece so I would suggest it wouldn’t be wise to try it again. They were sending us a clear message.” If only they weren’t hidden by the forests… perhaps there would be some way to get to their leader.

WORDS! 792
TAGGED! pru!/breannan
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent.
NOTES! hungryyyy ;]
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0

[breannan cora cleirigh]

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Breannan slid his tongue over his nails until they were clean of all blood, and then started on the other hand. Elliot was too compassionate, a human emotion Breannan had long since forgotten. Of course; Breannan was one of the lucky older vampires who hadn’t forgotten too much of his human counterpart. He knew that those who cast away their inner human were the ones who were eventually hunted with wooden steaks and torches, the ones most willing to destroy villages and rape women and children. Breannan had almost lost himself like that, a long time ago. When he called the damp, rolling hills of the Irish country side his homeland.

Breannan frowned, sucking off the last flecks of blood from under his fingernails. The problem at hand wasn’t hat Andres Hernandez had died. Breannan could do without another life-sucking, stinking rotter complaining that he was hungry, scrounging about for even the slightest drop of blood. He didn’t give a fuck about their suffering. It was how the world worked; the more fortunate beings would live in luxury and the ones who had received the short end of the stick would have to make do with what little they had. It was how it had worked when Breannan had come to America; He had been close to receiving an exile’s status himself, before he decided to take things into his own hands. The last royal ruler had been suppressing the rotter’s even more than Breannan was doing now. Not even the richest vampire in Portland could escape his tyranny. That was why everyone so eagerly stood beside Breannan as he executed his plan of leadership; he was so different from the last leader. He was fresh, new, and not principled on ancient vampiric law.

“The exiles have given us more trouble than I thought they would.” Breannan remarked. He didn’t like the idea of another uprising. “I’m afraid that they are intent on full rebellion, which would be…” Breannan glanced over at Elliot, “Bad.”

Bad for Breannan. Bad for Elliot. It was the same thing.

“Whatever Andres knew is what we need to know, and soon.” Breannan said, mostly speaking to himself. If what this rotter had held in his mind was important, it could be an opportunity. Breannan needed to speak with Nathan as soon as possible. He stood, and migrated over to a door on the far right of his office. A mirror was nailed into the wood. Breannan stared into it intensely, then started to ruffle his silky black hair. Bits of the girl’s blood drifted from his head like crimson dandruff. He had really been messy this time. Of course, after hours of observing the girl, watching her beg and scream and cry, he had grown starved. Breannan bit his lip lightly.

“We need to send someone in, but our people keep coming back in pieces… Dilemma, dilemma…” Breannan paused, and then turned fiercely to Elliot, a new light in his eyes. He advanced upon Elliot, then swiftly reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the agreement once more. Smiling now, he swayed the paper back and forth in front of Elliot’s face.

“Modify this. Be very, very generous.” Breannan said, his blue eyes bright enough to light up the room.

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_{TAGGED: Elliot
LYRICS: Lykki Li – I follow rivers
NOTES: –dances-
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}