"You say that now," says Max with much trepidation. "But, I feel like if you knew the whole story you might not be able to stick to that."
"Stick to what?" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Erik makes his way toward their booth. He's changed his shirt and tie and lost a suit jacket since the last time Klement saw him. Fortunately, blood doesn't show up on black trousers noticeably. The casual way in which he strolls to them shows no hints that not so long ago, he'd been engaged with tearing out the throat of his enemies.
"What an interesting coincidence this is," says the vampire cooly, "the two of you meeting here."
"M-master!" Max jumps up at attention and dips a bow for his vampire lord. "I'm happy you are safe."
"Yes, Max. As I am glad to see you safe as well. But, I am also very surprised by the company you keep." The vampire's gaze slides to Klement. "Mr. Devereux, I am relieved to see you are well. I must apologize for how our business was interrupted." He makes it sound as casual as if he'd simply take a call.
Max is practically bouncing around the kitchen this morning. He's a ball of energy. And why? Because today is shopping day! Erik promised them a day to go out on the town to enjoy the spirit of the winter holidays, and to pick up some gifts in person.
Max is especially looking forward to finding the ingredients to make some old fashioned wassail because this year he won't be drinking it alone. Honestly, he's not sure there any other gift in the world that could compare to that. Matthew's presence in the house is all the joy he could ever ask for. (Which means he really needs to find something for Matthew that will express just how happy he's made Max.)
But first, they need to fuel up with some good food. Can't shop hungry, right? Matthew's idea has Max buzzing with just as much excitement. An excuse to eat fried food all week? Hell yes.
As he looks to his partner in crime across the kitchen, he asks, "What will it be today? Should we do the donuts? I've been looking forward to those."
By chance and good fortune alone, the vampire lord of this manor had caught the woman unawares and snagged her alive, before she could use her terrifying power on him. Now, he has her captive in his basement, unconscious for the moment. But this is a delicate case. He cannot face her himself, not without fear of her deadly light. So, he must trust this to his human servant, Max.
Max is sitting beside her where she lays on the bed in the center of his own basement room. She's still completely clothed, but she has been tucked under the red silk comforter in an attempt to make her more comfortable.
The bedroom is furnished with warm cherrywood furniture, save for the bed which is four-posted and made of wrought iron. No expense seems to have been spared in decoration, nor in the finery of Max's clothes. He's dressed in an expensive black suit with a bloodred tie nearly the same color as the bedsheets. He's sitting there idly browsing his phone.
Enter Erik
Date: 2020-11-27 07:44 pm (UTC)"You say that now," says Max with much trepidation. "But, I feel like if you knew the whole story you might not be able to stick to that."
"Stick to what?" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Erik makes his way toward their booth. He's changed his shirt and tie and lost a suit jacket since the last time Klement saw him. Fortunately, blood doesn't show up on black trousers noticeably. The casual way in which he strolls to them shows no hints that not so long ago, he'd been engaged with tearing out the throat of his enemies.
"What an interesting coincidence this is," says the vampire cooly, "the two of you meeting here."
"M-master!" Max jumps up at attention and dips a bow for his vampire lord. "I'm happy you are safe."
"Yes, Max. As I am glad to see you safe as well. But, I am also very surprised by the company you keep." The vampire's gaze slides to Klement. "Mr. Devereux, I am relieved to see you are well. I must apologize for how our business was interrupted." He makes it sound as casual as if he'd simply take a call.
"And, I see you have met my Pet, Max."
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Date: 2020-11-28 09:30 pm (UTC)Max is especially looking forward to finding the ingredients to make some old fashioned wassail because this year he won't be drinking it alone. Honestly, he's not sure there any other gift in the world that could compare to that. Matthew's presence in the house is all the joy he could ever ask for. (Which means he really needs to find something for Matthew that will express just how happy he's made Max.)
But first, they need to fuel up with some good food. Can't shop hungry, right? Matthew's idea has Max buzzing with just as much excitement. An excuse to eat fried food all week? Hell yes.
As he looks to his partner in crime across the kitchen, he asks, "What will it be today? Should we do the donuts? I've been looking forward to those."
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Date: 2020-12-09 01:48 am (UTC)Max is sitting beside her where she lays on the bed in the center of his own basement room. She's still completely clothed, but she has been tucked under the red silk comforter in an attempt to make her more comfortable.
The bedroom is furnished with warm cherrywood furniture, save for the bed which is four-posted and made of wrought iron. No expense seems to have been spared in decoration, nor in the finery of Max's clothes. He's dressed in an expensive black suit with a bloodred tie nearly the same color as the bedsheets. He's sitting there idly browsing his phone.
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