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@a-mernick
"I guess we’d both be screaming. Because who said the head I was talking about was gonna be your noggin’?"
"You wouldn't dare. We'd have to throw a funeral, and nobody wants to plan that sort of thing."
Isis gave Adam a look, one that she was sure he could read in a heartbeat. “Did you just call me Queenie?” Out of everything he had said, she had held on to that part. “You better watch yourself, Mr. Mernick. Otherwise I’ll be yellin’ off with ya head and Arthur will just have to live by himself.”
Adam couldn't contain the grin once Isis gave him her infamous look. "You know that doesn't work on me," he sighed, shaking his head. "And Arthur would be totally content living by himself. Such a loner, that one. Yelling, huh? We both know I wouldn't mind that. It wouldn't be the first time you've screamed my name."
Michael stared at the man in front of him in disbelief. “As much as I dislike dogs, I don’t exactly want them to get sacrificed or killed. Which you were kidding about right? And what do I set myself up for, being stalked or bestiality jokes? I’m actually not sure which one you’re speaking of. What’s your name by the way?”
Adam was temporarily taken back — wait a second, there was someone in Prague who didn't know who he was? The god blinked, opened his mouth to answer, and then shut it again. Wow. "Adam Mernick. And you?" He held the shock from his voice and brushed the feelings aside. "I'm a jokester, what can I say? The come naturally. I don't know, some people might find you attractive enough to stalk. This is a crazy town, after all. I've had a fair few myself. They were pretty easy to scare away."
Bittersweet could be deemed an understatement. No, winter was a headfuck. The turning of clocks inadvertently provided Prague’s vampires with an extended period of time to explore, as children were barely home from school before darkness enveloped the streets. Therefore, it was no surprise that numbers soared throughout the latter stages of the year. But sunset only ever ignited the same, draining battle. Tonight, hope had won. The self medicated confidence, flowing through her system, had thrust her out into the maze of cobbled streets before she convinced herself otherwise. Within a few minutes she was weaving her way through the crowds in the Old Town Square following a scrawny looking bloke she’d spotted at the jewellers two streets back, who now was carrying her added bonus in his back pocket. Slipping down a side street behind him, Scarlett glanced around, ensuring they were alone. Though instead of a suspicious straggler or potential hunter, her gaze fixed on something else. Abandoning the shiny accessory and it’s owner, she pushed the door open, debating the two possibilities in her head. Though two steps in, her suspicions were confirmed.
"Adam" She breathed, biting her lip in a failed attempt to quell the roar of laughter that escaped. Bringing her hands together for a slow dramatic clap, she shook her head, eyes shining with glee.
"I think you just answered the million dollar question. How long do you think we’ve got before every dog in Prague decides to respond to the distress call?"
Adam felt her presence before he ever heard her voice, turning just in time to catch her mouth opening to speak. He raised a speculative brow, wondering if she, too, had been one to stare at him, but the small speckles of snow that clung to her hair and clothing was enough to tell him that she'd just entered the clothing shop. His lips pulled into a frown as she bit on her lip and breathed his name, clear amusement in her eyes. The clap almost made him roll his eyes, though he was hardly annoyed with the vampire. He didn't know her — at least, not like this, as her dreams were more than telling of what type of person she was — and the Mernick had no reason to be annoyed with someone he'd never fully understood.
"I don't know, Scarlett." He grinned back, shifting his weight from one side to the other. He felt a little silly with a basket held easily in his left hand, but it didn't matter the moment it flashed in his mind. "They might mistake it being you who made the call. We may just have to wait and see, won't we?"
A chuckle left his chapped lips and Adam shook his head. "Looking for some place warm?" He motioned to the snow on her jumper, wanting to brush it off himself but knowing how odd it would appear if he just reached over without saying anything. "It can't be snowing too bad out there, can it?"
"Sorry, didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just annoyed. This happens far too often for my liking."
"You do kinda set yourself up for it, though." Adam shrugged nonchalantly. "I know just the person who could take this dog off your hands, though. He might even get a good use out of it. Sacrificial thing, I think. I don't pay the guy much attention except for when he pisses me off but— Anyways, you wanted help with the dog."
"Adam, y’know how I feel about cats. Now can you imagine my surprise when I ran in here, expecting one to be wailing and dying, only to find you and your dumb ass holding a scarf and singing instead of dying?"
"Rude, Queenie." Adam pouted at the expression on her face. He did not sound like a dying cat, did he? Oh, for fuck's sake, he couldn't tell. He knew his singing voice was rubbish and that was it. He'd never actually tried to record his voice to hear himself because obviously that would be too painful. "You know what that means, though, right? One day you'll have to accept me into your life."
Elsewhere is something else. She nodded in agreement. It had been a bit vain of her to ask such a question. She consoled herself with the fact that had been expecting a genuine no—Arthur had, after all, been right when he said she blended into the walls. Adam’s tone implied that he did care whether or not she was at Elsewhere, despite his words. She didn’t know how to process that. You’re nothing but a toy.
She cleared her throat, changing the topic. “You give me too much credit. I read the classics, not the tomes.” She stopped talking and searched for something to fill the silence. Another clearing of her throat and she settled for—“Well, anyway, how are you today, Mr. Mernick?”
For a second Adam's guard slipped and he heard the end of a thought, Sydney's voice ringing clear in his head even though it was obvious that she had not opened her mouth and spoke. —but a toy was all he heard before he was closing that barrier between them and tossing the thoughts out of the imaginary window, shaking his head in the process. He didn't want to know what her train of thought was, especially when it had sounded grumpy and a little disappointed.
Mr. Mernick caught his attention and Adam automatically had his lips quirked upwards into an amused grin. "You make me sound so old," he complained lightly, bringing a hand up to rub at one of his eyes. "I mean, I am old. But I'm not like, grandpa status in appearance." He couldn't help but wonder what he would look like as an older, grayer Adam Mernick and suddenly found the idea displeasing. He blinked the image away and answered her question, instead. "I'm feeling good as usual. There hasn't been a lot of business yet but I'm sure it'll pick back up with it being the holiday season." At least, he hoped it would, what with his siblings scaring young customers away.
Forbidden Meal | Virginia & Adam
Perking her eyebrows up, the vampire watched how Adam used his charming skills to seduce the waitress into making him a special hot chocolate. It was pathetic how her eyes began to glow, as he spoke so kindly to her. Obviously he had company and Virginia was far away from someone he could be related to. What did this girl thought they were? Friends?
She coughed to cover a small laugh and was surprised that she had forgotten her hunger for more than ten seconds. The dark-haired man wasn’t willing to give a direct answer to her question, but his words were clear enough. […]isn’t why I brought you here. As though she was a child he had to drag along. “I hope you pay, then,” Virginia remarked dryly, adjusting the thin paper serviettes in front of her. One toast and an iced-tea wouldn’t impoverish him.
"Oh, I tried starving. It won’t work. At a certain point one loses their humanity completely. I would just go on rampage, being trapped in my own body." Not that she had ever experienced this terrible thing, but a vampire back in america told her how it worked. So she made sure that she never reached that point.
However this time she was getting to a critical verge. The waitress was no option, but one of the last customers maybe? She could smell drugs from the man on the left corner and the other guy on the right was approximately two meters high and she was too tired to try and overpower him.
The only person left for a meal was a woman in her menopause, seeming overly depressed. “I know, Adam. Just… let me try and eat the toast, okay?” Impatience clutched her and in an attempt to train her endurance, she started tapping on the floor in a rhythm that only she could hear.
How long could such a toast need? Surely it was because that childish wish of him. Peppermint hot chocolate, pah.
And then the waitress came back, balancing the order on a dinner tray. “Enjoy”, the girl smiled while she addressed both of them, but she had only eyes for the Mernick. Thank god she didn’t stay longer as needed.
Now that her toast was in front of the vampire, buttered and with two slices of cheese, she could concentrate on that. “Isn’t it boring? To get everything you want with a wink and a smile?”, she wanted to know, while her knife cut through the bread.
Adam waved a carefree hand in the air at Virginia's comments, brushing them off easily. He was more than willing to pay for both of their orders — it was only three things, it wasn't that high of a price — and pushed back the feelings of offense at the knowledge that she thought he expected her to pay for her own meal. Adam Mernick might've been a manwhore, a jokester, and sometimes a Grade A asshole, but he was a gentleman first and foremost. He didn't spend an ungodly amount of time around the royals in their prime for him to be rude.
"What do you think I was going to do, let you pay for it yourself?" Adam commented dryly back, refusing the need to roll his eyes towards the woman. Their shared company wasn't the best thing in the world, but it wasn't horrid either. It seemed that Virginia was hell bent on making their minutes the worst they could be. "I'm not that bad."
Again, the twin swallowed his know-it-all quips down his throat as the vampire talked. Of course he knew how Virginia went on rampages, and of course he knew what it was like for a vampire to starve. You could never get anywhere with a conversation if you knew everything, though, and Adam had to remind himself of that each and every time he was around people apart from his family. At least with his own family he couldn't read their thoughts.
He crossed his arms over his chest at her stubbornness and was glad for the distraction when their order was set in front of them. He made sure to smile back at the waitress as she made a grand event over setting his peppermint hot chocolate down, bending over a little too provocatively for an employee to be doing so and smiling a little too brightly. She wasn't even trying to hide her attraction. As he once-overed her, Adam couldn't help but notice that a few buttons on the blouse of her uniform had been undone that were previously buttoned before.
Yeesh.
He took a sip of the hot beverage, the drink warming him up automatically. There wasn't enough peppermint in the hot chocolate for his liking, but he wasn't about to go and call the waitress back, either. It was nice enough that they had made it for him. He didn't want to go giving anyone troubles over a drink that he probably could've ordered at a Starbucks.
Adam pursed his lips at Virginia's question when she asked, his eyebrows furrowing together for a moment as he tried to control his thoughts. The crunch of teeth on toast was loud and painfully annoying, but he didn't know if that was because he was already mildly irritated with the woman or if it was just one of his minuscule peeves.
"I don't get everything I want." Adam said, resting his elbows on the table. "My life seems easy to everyone else, and it is for the most part, but I don't get everything. If I had free reign I'd be a king by now, though Arthur might fight me on that one." He shook his head. "She would've made the drink for me regardless if I had smiled at her." He sat back matter-of-factly, taking another drink of the chocolately goodness.
"That’s gross. There’s something wrong with you. Are you into that kind of thing?"
"Can't take a joke, I see."
"Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!" Adam had barely realized that he was singing along to the radio until he felt all pairs of eyes on him at the clothing store. With his hand wrapped around a maroon scarf that had been calling his name all day, he promptly bit on his lip and shifted his gaze away from those staring at him. His cheeks stayed their natural color and his outward appearance otherwise gave no proof that he'd embarrassed himself, but the inner turmoil inside of his head was raging. Adam Mernick didn't sing in public — not when his singing voice was positively horrendous to the ears and not when his reputation was so high. He clutched onto the scarf and added another item to his cart, if only to act like he hadn't just sang the world's worst rendition of 'Let It Snow'.
Natural Corruption ♛ Adam & Lallie
Doomed Dance Floor.
The name fit it well, she supposed. Whether because more than half the souls that danced on color-changing tiles danced their way of their bodies through the touch of a good looking man or woman only, a bad deal made at the back of the stage, or perhaps for the damned moves they pulled, leading Larisa Melville — and all those who watched, and were not together in the mess — to believe that nothing of the nature could be considered anything other than so.
Another sigh, and she’d lost count of how many she’d contributed to the damp atmosphere of the club tonight alone. A vampire with skin that matched her own, however much more gifted in height and darker and shorter hair, most certainly shared her thoughts as she left the party early — that is, after just stepping through the curtain of smoke and sin a meter behind the door —, after a quick glance at the crowd. Lallie now thought she should have done the same, bored in her thoughts with half empty glass of whiskey in hand, the only companion she had let share with her more than a syllable, or sit by her side. The way it burned her throat was the way she wished a man would, but none of these fools who danced like even bigger ones seemed to achieve as much of a sting.
Speaking of fools, it was in the reflection of the bar that she caught sight of none other than Adam Mernick, twisting around on himself and others. Amateurs would mistake it for his twin.
She smirked into her glass and emptied it then, placing her bet on the human looking one of the two, if he were to pick. Her guess was that he wouldn’t, greedy as he was, he would take two, perhaps a third on the way out. But the centuries had told her that succubi lose enthusiasm over time — an information passed onto her, thankfully, by others —, and the god seemed to be looking for exactly that wherever he went. Not that she didn’t look ready for him and ten others, the last time Lallie glanced over at them— and Adam was staring back. She raised a brow that might as well have said ‘really?’ all on its own, and looked away as to avoid being witness to any more unneeded and unwanted R-rated content.
Doomed indeed.
Two perfectly poured absinthes later — she’d picked the habit from Bastien, the fucker —, it was time to leave. Right on cue, as to go with bad dancing, bad music now accompanied it. But it was as she turned on the stool, her feet not yet reaching the floor, that she was faced with him again, this time considerably closer. She picked up on his eyes first, standing out vibrantly against the pulsing lights, and then all of him. “Unlike you,” she shot back with a bemused half smile. “Oh, certainly. Husband hunting is actually pretty successful in hell holes such as these. First step: test their dancing skills.”
This time, it was a true impossible task to keep the disgust off her features when she said, “No. It’d rather starve than feed on these things. I wanted a drink, Roman’s a creep, I’m sure you know. I need a new bar, or a new way of ignoring people.”
Lallie, caught up in her own words and negative thoughts — which granted, shoved all of the positive ones over to one side and practically repressed them completely —, only noticed Adam’s stare when the travelling eyes were back in their place, in time for when she was done with her own words. She fought against a roll of the eyes, instead looking towards the direction he’d come from, stopping only when reaching the dark corner where he once stood — danced, spun, procreated, all of the above — and found nothing but strangers in the place of his two chosen ones.
"Looks like your lady friends left you behind," Lallie pointed out. "And you said you weren’t losing your touch."
Adam grinned amusingly at the blonde before him, the colored lights of the club making her red and blue and green, rotating the colors back and forth until he was hardly paying attention to which color she was. He'd been there enough not to think too much about it, but when such a beautiful woman like Lallie was capturing his attention, it was hard not to think of all the colors he'd like to make her turn. Preferably red, of course — but that wasn't why he was speaking to her. A quick gesture to the bartender and whiskey was being poured into the glass for him again, handed with a polite smile that Adam returned back. He took a drink of the liquor, winced for a second at the burn, and gave Lallie his full attention once more.
"Dancing is the best way to a woman's heart, I've heard." Adam replied shortly after, nodding his head. "Real dancing, of course. None of this shit."
He was referring to the music and the terrible moves people called dancing nowadays. He went along with it to keep up with the times, really, because ballroom dancing would've looked utterly out of place in a sweaty crowd such as the one at the club. He frowned once the song changed. Adam wasn't engrossed with what was playing. If anyone asked him, he'd gladly proclaim that he much preferred classical music to anything else. Seeing as nobody ever delved into his music tastes when they hung out with him, the small tidbit of information was only reserved for his family and the ones closest to him.
He took another drink of the whiskey, wishing desperately for once in his life that he could have the potential to get drunk like everyone else. "Good sex is a way to a woman's heart too, but then again, we both know how aware of that I am." He laughed at his own joke for a second before running a hand through his dark locks, tugging any knots that formed out while he was dancing. He was trying to lighten the situation — not that it was going downhill — but he didn't like the expression of disgust on Lallie's face.
She was right. Prague needed a new bar — a new club —, somewhere to spend the weekends wasting time on unnecessary amounts of liquor and unwilling men and women. Doomed Dance Floor was the most popular by far, but Adam couldn't help but think that a new change of atmosphere would be refreshing. His steel gaze brightened at her unintentional idea, perking up even more as he sipped from the glass in his hands.
"That doesn't sound too bad, you know. A new place to hang out at. I mean, granted, I've been to nearly all of the bars and clubs in the city, but that doesn't mean I can't make a new one." His mind was swirling with ideas. It hadn't been the first time that he would've owned an entertaining establishment — his speakeasy in the 20's was more than enough proof of how well he could throw a party — and for reasons unknown, the Mernick was already itching with excitement. "A reserved place, maybe. Open twenty-four hours... Exclusive and by invite-only."
All of his thoughts came to a halt when Lallie informed him of the two having left him, looking back to the spot they were in only to frown and shrug his shoulders. "Too predictable for my liking, anyways," he said nonchalantly. "I like a girl who keeps me on my toes."
The flash of a wink was there for a second before he returned back to sipping out of the glass. Something about the imagined club in his head was pulling him closer and closer to wanting it to actually happen. He'd have to talk to the rest of his family, of course, make the proper investments in lots and a building company and... Adam shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. He was being rude, he realized after a second, getting lost in his own thoughts while his friend stood next to him.
He noticed that she was sitting on the edge of her seat, as if she wanted to leave. That was what she was going to do before he showed up, wasn't it? Adam licked over his lips and downed the rest of the whiskey, setting the empty glass on the bar. "We could always take this back to mine," he offered, knowing fully well how his words must've sounded to her. "I've got the best selection Prague has to offer. I'm probably not your ideal company, but it's a start. Besides, you could always just ditch me for Arthur if you really wanted to ignore people."
Adam linked his fingers together behind his head, stretching for a few seconds as he waited for Lallie's answer. He didn't know whether or not she'd actually take him up on it, but it definitely didn't hurt to ask.
Lasaite cupped her hands over her nose and blew warm air on them to warm her face up. When she heard Adam’s voice, she dropped her hands. “Only the first of December,” she said, walking over to join him. “Beautiful tree, by the way. It adds a nice touch.”
At his latter comment, she shook her head. “Only the lab. We thought… well, nevermind.” He wouldn’t care. “It could never match up to this place.”
She half-smiled, her voice taking on a teasing tone despite herself. “Did you miss me?”
Adam laughed and shook his head as he shifted, getting more comfortable as he continued leaning against the wall. "It was snowing like a week ago, though, so it doesn't really matter which day of December it is." His tone was easy-going, followed by a laugh. "You're lucky I didn't call it Christmas first."
His eyebrows raised atop his forehead at her silence, but otherwise kept his mouth shut. Lab? He didn't want to look into her thoughts to know what she was talking about. It's not that he didn't care, it was that he didn't want to pry. Not when he barely knew the girl before him. "No, I don't think anything ever could. Elsewhere is... something else." He sighed happily.
"Miss you? Of course not. It's not like I looked around for a familiar head of ginger hair on my days off." He shrugged nonchalantly, though his tone spoke volumes. Indeed, he had missed her a little. "I'm sure the books missed you, though. Particularly the heavier ones that nobody bothers picking up."
Lasaite entered Elsewhere for the first time in what felt like a month and shuddered in the doorway, brushing off the excess snow that had fallen during her time outside. She stepped further into the store so she wasn’t blocking the entrance and half-smiled. They’d decorated for Christmas. How… nice.
"When did it get so cold?" she asked, half to herself and half to anyone who was listening. She’d been so busy, she’d hardly noticed the nights getting progressively colder.
"It's December, you know." Adam spoke as he was walking down the middle of two large walls of books, his fingers running across the spines lovingly as he came to the end of it. It wasn't hard to know when Sydney was around, but for the past few weeks, he hadn't heard anything from her — not her thoughts, not her voice, and certainly not the calm and quiet aura that followed her around everywhere. To say that it unsettled Adam would be an understatement, and especially when Sydney was one of the more frequent customers.
Which was exactly why he was so pleased to find her back in Elsewhere, her blue eyes trained on the Christmas decorations. A curve of a smile ghosted on Adam's lips as he caught sight of the large upside-down Christmas tree placed in the center of the book shop. Not many places had them, but to say that the tree was just like the others was an understatement. Christmas might not've been Adam's favorite holiday, but it sure as hell seemed like it was to everyone around him.
The Mernick twin smiled as he leaned against a wall that wasn't piled high with books that he could topple over, his arms crossing of their own accord across his chest. The leather crinkled with his movements, and the small vacant threads of his scarf tickled the skin of his hands. "Glad to see you back. Don't tell me you found another place to spend your time."
"So I talk into Elsewhere this morning and I’m greeted with the horrendous view of a six feet tall Christmas tree."
"Someone’s gonna die for this."
"Aw, don't be so upset, Armin! It's Christmas!" Adam grinned. "Well, the month of Christmas. Someone's gotta be cheery for this town."
When will animals get that I don’t enjoy their company?
"I think that mutt wants to mate, mate."