Sirius the first

SIRIUS BLACK. Head of the House of Black, 1918, in the 1918paris indie TVD/crossover verse. Head of the House of Black, 1904, in the God of Stars Potterverse RP. Expect dark deeds and mature content. Violence, torture. No apologies.

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damon & sirius || wish i'd known from the start

Stumbling into the darkness due to the amount of alcohol and absinthe running through his undead veins, Damon was barely surprised when he pressed into another body in the Parisian alley. Damon pulled away to take a look at who he had stumbled into and a grin formed instantly on his mouth. His hands instantly went to his shoulders in delight; they were sturdy against his touch.

"Sirius." Damon greeted, looking quite pleased to have encountered him in the darkness. At once his hands dashed to his sides as he came to his better instincts to not touch witches. A sheepish expression had crossed his face for half a second. Yet his nose was all too intrigued apparently. Despite the relatively close distance between their bodies, Damon leaned further into the space and a moan was emitted from his lips. “You smell so good.” He complimented with a rakish expression. He knew that particular smell above all others. Sirius smelled of blood.

[siriusthefirst]

The relief Sirius felt at having had the opportunity to perform his art for the first time in over two weeks was palpable. For once, me mild smile on his lips was unforced. He wore his body with comfort. He was sexually sated, his mind was clear… he felt good. He had decided to stop at the Moulin Rouge for a drink or two before heading home to his dear wife. Her barbs couldn’t strike him tonight.

He wasn’t expecting to see Damon, though perhaps he should have been paying better attention to his surroundings.

“Mr. Salvatore,” he said. “Very nice to…” He shouldn’t have been able to smell it; Sirius had washed meticulously, magically. “My cologne,” he said. “Yes. Very difficult to get, in the climate of war, but I have my ways. I’ve been out walking. And yourself? Enjoying a nice meal? Perhaps you’d like to wash it down with a digestif. I was on my way to the club.”

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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Perhaps the magic that Sirius practiced required only one body, but Damon knew of witches that were capable of far greater massacres, usually relabeled as sacrifices. Nevertheless, the bodies that were piling up around town didn’t add up to witch business. “Humans are just as capable.” He replied with a disinterested expression, agreeing with Sirius.

"The problem with hunters is their persistence." Damon explained annoyed. "They are reckless with their lives making them more dangerous than an average human. Also, depending on how experienced the hunter is… they know to work around my strength and speed." Thinking of fire, Damon couldn’t help a shiver. Yes, hunters could get creative. "Perhaps ‘worry’ isn’t the right adjective. They’re simply an inconvenience." Like a bug, Damon thought, nobody wanted to have a bug in their home. "Pests, really."

Damon eyed Sirius in appreciation over the idea of stringing a hunter up. “As much fun as turning the hunt around on them sounds… Hunters are elusive. Even if we found one, who would live to tell the tale?” He shrugged. “And our plan could backfire and attract more hunters to the city.” A disgusted expression crossed Damon’s face. “So, no— I wouldn’t recommend turning their deaths into a spectacle.” 

"I like how you think, though. Good to know that you like to have fun." Me too, Damon added mentally with a charming grin. Never could have he predicted that he’d meet a witch that he liked. "If you plan on staying in the city for awhile longer, we should do this again." Damon toasted to them. "Maybe you have other ideas for us."

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No. Sirius supposed he didn't really intend to do anything to attract the attention of any hunter. Anyone who had underestimated the effectiveness of a pest need only try to sleep a night in a room with a mosquito or two in it. He shrugged, somewhat irritably. He sincerely disliked the thought of any such problem in Paris.

Though he liked the idea that Damon had enjoyed his imagery. He took his glass, studying Damon's exquisite features, and wondered. Did vampires choose only those of great beauty to change? Most likely the thought to seeing someone with the face of a garden gnome for all eternity was unpleasant. He imagined himself, and Hesper, preserved as they were, for an eternity. Perhaps such a change might finally ignite his wife's lust, at last. Damon appeared to have healthy enough appetites.

"I don't intend to leave the city in the foreseeable future," he admitted. "My home in England is perfectly well protected; at present, it could not be located by the keenest cartographer, and certainly no bomb could ever cause it harm. I see no reason to return home, and I still have things I wish to achieve here in Paris. I must say that I've very much enjoyed your company. I hope we will visit with each other again; I should like to learn more about your unique way of life."

(It seemed positively rude to say 'I sincerely wish to inspect your organs, one by one, replace them in your body, and test the very limits of your healing', so Sirius did not.)

"I should take my leave. Thank you, Mr Salvatore; I'm sure we shall encounter each other again soon. Can you be found here most evenings?"

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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After taking a moment to lick the blood from the lady in his arms neck, he sent her away without any recollection of how she got the bite. Damon smoothed out his pants and dress jacket as he returned all of his attention to Sirius.

"Killer ‘preying on the city’ sounds a bit dramatic." Damon replied cooly. There were many killers in the city, thanks to the reopening of the Moulin Rogue. "I assume you’re referring to the killer that’s leaving a trail for the press cover." He continued flatly. "It’s not a vampire." He answered, perfectly confident in his assumption.

When the killings had first started gaining attention, Damon had been worried for Stefan but after learning more, he realized that they didn’t match his little brother’s style or any other vampire’s for that matter. “We have no reason to cut someone up.” He explained. “Unless we want something.” He added slyly. “Besides there’s too much blood left in the bodies— also the bodies are rarely ripe, making the deaths are too calculated to be a vampire.”  

"It could be a witch using the parts for a sacrifice." His brows furrowed thinking of the disaster that could bring. "Or a human that’s decided to copy Jack The Ripper, which is more common than you’d ever know." Damon was evidently unimpressed.

"Unfortunately, the killer has attracted hunters to Paris." Damon scoffed loudly. He didn’t want his fun to be interrupted. They could ruin everything depending on how dedicated they were to the cause.

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Not a vampire? He was correct, but the confidence surprised Sirius. But he made an excellent point, and Sirius decided then and there that he would be more careful to drain the bodies of blood in the future – although nothing would stop him from cutting them up.

“Well,” he said. “One doesn’t need to be a vampire to be a killer. But I can assure you, sacrifice of that sort in magic is quite rare. A life is all it takes; even for the darkest magic, the taking of a life doesn’t need to be anything more than that. One twitch of my wand and anyone I need dead would be dead. If,” he added, with a mild smile, “I was so inclined to do such magic. And whatever you’ve heard about my… colorful family, I can assure you, we are not all monsters. Most of us enjoy the gift of being able to perform our small charms and the occasional hex when needed.”

Sirius had often wondered where the dark streak originated, and why they weren’t all similarly monstrous. If the thought of attempting to bed his own wife again wasn’t so deeply unpleasant (really, she could have affected a smile from time to time) he would have eagerly anticipated the birth of his own progeny, and enjoyed waiting to see how they might be shaped themselves. By the time they were of age, he would have discovered the secrets to immortality, and they would all be young and beautiful forever.

And here, in front of him, was the key to that secret. Damon was, indeed, young and beautiful, and would stay that way, if Sirius could resist the urge to cut him open over and over and learn those secrets.

“Hunters,” Sirius said scornfully. “Surely they don’t worry you? Do you not have significant advantages of strength and speed? Come now, Mr. Salvatore. Could you not stop any mug- human hunter in his tracks? Perhaps we should become the hunters ourselves, make an example of them. Strung up outside one of the better museums with all skin artfully removed from the body, and all blood neatly drained… one or two should do it. They’re not fond of the magically inclined either. I would view such an action as one of self-defense, and defense of my lovely wife, of course.”

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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"I’ll let you decide… wizard." Damon shot him a lopsided grin before compelling the girl to remain calm. He brought the girl to his lap. Looking her deep in the eyes, Damon spoke in a voice loud enough for Sirius to hear. "I’m taking you in my arms and we’re on my bed. I have your legs over my shoulder and I’m inside of you. I push into you… Over and over again. I push into you until you see white, until you can’t feel anything but me. It feels so good. So good that you can’t even scream. You open that pretty little mouth of yours but nothing comes out." Damon traced her lips with his fingertips. "Instead your head bobs back in forth in pleasure. You wait and wait for your release knowing that you’re just about to edge over . You can’t stand the wait but you can’t even cry out for it."

The girl was like puddy in his arms, she had leaned all the way over him, lost in the fantasy. Damon moved aside her hair and plunged his fangs into her neck. Just like the fantasy, the girl didn’t make a noise, instead her body withered in pleasure against him. Damon moaned against her neck, shutting his eyes for a second, before looking over at Sirius for his reaction. When Damon removed his fangs, he licked his lips and looked the girl in her eyes, telling her they had an amazing time together. The girl blankly nodded and nuzzled against him, completely sated from the overwhelming pleasure and having experienced no pain.

[siriusthefirst]

He didn’t like the tone, the derisive way Damon said ‘wizard’. But it didn’t matter. Sirius sat back against the booth, watching.

He’d expected brutality, if he was honest. Although he’d heard that vampires could induce whatever emotional state they desired, he hadn’t expected that they would desire to induce bliss, not like this. He wished he could take the girl away now, drain her spinal fluid, discern what if any biological changes had taken place… he imagined chemicals flooding her body, the sorts of chemicals Sirius had detected in women who had truly been brought to a peak and tipped over the edge.

Had he had any less self-control he might have found his own body stirring in reflection. He of course did not.

Had he been of lower station than the head of the Noble House of Black, he might have asked Damon to take him somewhere and demonstrate the technique again, on himself. And he wanted more than anything to hold Damon down and cut him open, learn the secrets of a vampire brain, and heart, and circulatory system. These things held nothing but fascination for Sirius.

And yet, perhaps a vampire who could be counted as a friend would prove to be the better long term investment?

Perhaps Sirius could revel in his true nature, with such a friend at his side?

“Remarkable,” he said, in a voice that might have sounded bored, but wasn’t. “You have no need of magic, then.”

The girl was still hanging on Damon’s side. It was… distasteful. Though perhaps only because of the wasted opportunity. He vowed never to go so long between kills again.

“So tell me your theory. This killer preying on the city – is he one of your kin, or one of mine? Or some mug- some human? Favor me with your opinion, please.”

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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Perhaps Damon had been too forward since he noticed the stiffness in Sirius’ voice. No matter, Damon pushed on in clarification. “I didn’t think you’d want me to turn you.” He replied. “Vampires don’t just turn everyone they bite… That would mess up the food chain. Biting can also be for pleasure with the right vampire.” He raised his brows.

"I can usually make anyone feel whatever I want them to feel." He explained in a husky voice, better suited for the bedroom. He pouted a little at Sirius. "That nifty little trick of ours doesn’t work on witches though. Sorry to report… you’re immune to my charms."

When the girl returned to their booth with their drinks, Damon’s fingertips ran along his arm to her wrist. “You want to feel really good. Don’t you?” He teased her as his thumb drew circles into her skin. He looked over at Sirius with a clearly mischievous expression. “Did you want a demonstration? She seems very willing, don’t you think?”

[siriusthefirst]

Of course. He should have known that. Or the entire world would be overrun. Much as Sirius’s head was right now. He took his glass, and drank too much of it, forcing himself to swallow quickly.

“Of course,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking. Perhaps I’ve had too much to drink.” He coughed discreetly into his hand. “Being away from England has me enjoying myself far too much. Back there it’s impossible to avoid being watched by those who would like to exploit a weakness.”

He’d heard that vampire could enchant their victims in that way; but as with so much, it was impossible to know whether all the stories were true. Still, it was good to know it didn’t work.

“Wizard,” Sirius corrected. “I don’t like to correct people, but I know you’re from the New World. My wife is a witch.” In more ways than one, he thought. “I am a wizard.” He nodded his head.

“Perhaps I would like to observe,” he admitted, placing one hand over the other on the table. “She does look amenable. Does she enjoy it, or is she completely unaware?”

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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The way the witch was staring at him made Damon feel excited. It was amusing to see him so intrigued. It’d been awhile since he’d been around someone that admired him for the sole reason of being a vampire. He never expected it from a witch either!

"I’ve met a lot of people like you." Damon replied and he leaned back in the booth, slouching in his place with utter casualness. "I take it you’re not a servant to nature then?" A smirk crossed his lips in understanding. Of course, Sirius was notoriously wealthy… He must have been only a servant to himself, which made him "fun" but not necessarily more trustworthy.

"You can say the word." Damon playfully rolled his eyes. "Not like it’s dirty. Especially not here." The club was a popular spot for the undead, how did the witch not realize that? "Vampire." He wiggled his brows in confirmation. "And… This isn’t my first war." Damon finally answered his question vaguely.

After a pause, Damon leaned closer to Sirius, closer than they’d been the entire night. “Now is this the part where you ask me to bite you?” He whispered, half-serious, half-joking.

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He’d given too much away. It should never have happened. He was spellbound, and he’d let his mask slip. Time to put it back.

“I prefer to think of nature as being a servant to me,” he said. “I see no reason why it should be the other way around. It’s not a particularly popular opinion, but I’ve always preferred to be feared than loved.” He glanced at the serving girl in her sequins, great bosom heaving forward, and imagined what she would look like cut into pieces. “Carafe of good red wine,” he said, dismissing her with a wave. He tried not to think what it would be like to be delivered a glass of still-warm blood, instead. He tried. He tried to imagine his search for immortality over. Killing not to discern the secrets of some recently discovered gland or the function of some other brutal biological fact; killing just to kill, and feed, and relish that moment when a heart went still against his tongue, instead of under his hand.

“Someone with as much power as the head of the House of Black wouldn’t so easily turn his back on magic, in favor of your… particular lifestyle,” he said, very formally. “But my gracious thanks for your kind offer.”

He had no idea if it even was an offer.

Or how he might acquire the gift of vampirism without revealing his whole hand.

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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Even though Damon’s mouth was on the girl’s neck, he did not make a move to feed on her. Instead he dragged his lips across her soft skin, following the intoxicating line of her pulse to her chin before letting go of her. Looking back at the witch sitting with him, Damon’s eyes returned to white and blue.

Damon had considered feeding on her in front of him, but he decided to be a tease instead. Plus, there was no knowing if the witch would retaliate and punish him for feeding on a human. Witches could be such bores that way.

"Why don’t you get some drinks, darling?" Damon compelled as he looked the girl in the eyes. He wasn’t sure if she worked at the club, so he was covering his bases. "I would love something… red." Damon sounded as if he was salivating when he said the color. He was intently thinking of the pleasure that he just denied himself. "What about you, sir? How do you prefer your spirits?" Damon asked Sirius as he popped the girl off his lap. 

[siriusthefirst]

Sirius was spellbound, anticipatory. Any moment now, those teeth, those marvelous sharp teeth (how wonderful, not to have to carry a weapon, how wonderful to be a weapon; if ever he lost his magic, it would be for a gift like this). But instead, Mr. Salvatore dragged his mouth across the woman’s throat, and sent her away.

Sirius was salivating. He hoped his posture betrayed nothing, but his eyes, he thought, must have been wide and dark, as she walked away.

“I enjoy all manner of liquor,” he said, regaining his voice. “And good wine.” He smiled his mild smile. Safe, reserving judgment, hoping his voice wouldn’t crackle as his breathing got more ragged. He cleared his throat.

“I have to confess I have never met… someone like you before,” he said, pushing a glass away from his hand. “Very interesting.”

Certainly there was more than one killer in Paris, right now, and Sirius couldn’t help but wonder if he might be sitting across from a second.

“Might I ask how old you are? I had guessed no older than twenty-four, but I suppose I could be a very long way from correct in that. How long ago…?”

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After midnight || Sirius, Hanna, Hesper

[hannagetsitdone]

When Hanna turned around, she laid her eyes on a beautiful man. It was the only word to describe him. He was older, well dressed and had a gorgeous English accent as well. Just her type. “I wouldn’t dream of walking back to my apartment.” She spoke in her classic, trying desperately to sound upper class voice. To her ears, it sounded like she was imitating Alison and that was a good place to be.

"I asked for my carriage to pick me up at this time." She lied. A good lie was better than the truth, Alison had taught her well. "And I simply do not see it proper for me to invite you home with me." She pouted playfully. "But I wouldn’t say no to hearing why a man would leave the club before dawn." She teased and leaned forward a bit. "You’re quite peculiar, I haven’t met a true gentleman in a long time." She complimented with her best smile.

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A carriage? What an annoyance. Sirius flicked his hand automatically toward the wand concealed in his suit, and thought of all the ways he could stop it in its tracks. Though the uncertainty of the city, the unpredictability of bombs and rubble, could do that for him.

“Peculiar?” he said. “Perhaps you’ve been spending time with entirely the wrong sort of men; it should only be natural that they would show some concern for your welfare, such a bright jewel in such terrible times. As for why I left early; as it happens, I’m a man with a fortune, and no small degree of influence in business and politics. In a time like this, there is a certain calibre of person who thinks nothing of dominating my time and boring me half senseless, some nights. When I saw an opportunity to express a little chivalry, instead of falling asleep in my calvados, I chose the former. My name is Sirius Black,” he added, with a bow. “And I shall wait with you for your carriage. What may I call you?”

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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Known as a regular in the club, Damon felt safe in his surroundings. Well, as safe as he could feel while traveling with a witch. His “secret” was going to come out. Damon didn’t exactly do the best job of hiding the fact that he was a vampire. He loved the club for how it fully embraced hedonism. It was the place to be as a vampire.

Walking to an empty booth, Damon overheard people speculating about the latest killings in the city. There had been a spree of missing girls. “Does having a killer at large frighten your wife?” Damon asked as a service girl sat on his lap.

As if on direct and silent cue, Charlotte displayed her neck out for Damon. “Delectable. Isn’t she?” Damon murmured to himself as his fingertips trailed her chin down to her neck. He did love these latest fashions that caused the breasts to overflow. In the darkness, Damon’s eyes had already changed to red.

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Sirius followed Damon into the booth, listening idly as people discussed his latest feats. Oh, the girl he’d left in the twelfth arondissement with her heart on display… he’d been incautious, but these were chaotic times and no one paid much attention to a wealthy man walking alone at night.

Although he was well aware that he was not the only killer in Paris. He wondered if he would ever meet his more prosaic counterpart, or whether they would drift through their days unknown to each other.

Ironic that Sirius’s wife was one of the few women in the city who was actually safe from his blade. Shrew, how he adored her. “My wife is rather difficult to frighten,” he said drily, glancing across as the (whore?) woman draped himself across Damon’s waist.

And then his heart nearly stopped.

Damon’s eyes changed, growing a dark red as his lips found the girl’s throat, Sirius fought to stay calm. Was it true? A vampire? Was Sirius’s search coming to an end? He watched in fascination, trying to maintain composure.

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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"Ah, that’s the beauty of the club." Damon remarked with an easy expression. "You’re new to the establishment then." He nodded once. "This is the place where you come as you are. The witches have no reason to hide." He shrugged. "And why should they? Most witches are incredibly wealthy if they frequent here. Walk up to any table with bottomless drink service and you’re sure to run into a witch." And vampires knew better than to interfere with their fun, Damon silently added.

"I’ve seen a lot in my time. Guess you could say that I came back jaded from the war." Damon admitted, but not bothering to mention which war. Why was he saying such things to a stranger, simply to fill in the silence? He should have shut up and returned to the party, but instead he stayed. Curiosity kept him in place.

"A man of your standing and skills can have anything." He stated coolly. "Your desires must be strong to come around here." He assessed very carefully. He desperately wanted to know what the Black desired, but he kept his mouth shut. Damon turned to the glowing lights of the establishment. "I seem to have lost my appetite for a smoke. How about a drink instead?"

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Sirius raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head. It shouldn’t have shown on his face but he was definitely interested. Damon, he suspected, knew rather a lot. Not a witch himself, but knowledgeable, and in a position of power here in the club; definitely a relationship Sirius thought he should foster. He thought idly about the imports and exports he was still able to manage, and wondered if he might broach the idea a business partnership down the line.

And yes, His desires were strong. He needed to kill, he wanted to kill. He needed the resonance of a final heartbeat in his ear and his hand. Still he maintained the cool façade.

“A drink sounds ideal,” he said, pushing his weight onto his front foot and pulling his hands from his pockets. “Just the thing.”

It was unusual for someone so young to refer to the war in such glib tones but Sirius assumed it was a brief stint. One so well dressed came from monet, and could easily remove himself from the army, should the need arise. And there was a cachet to referring to one’s service.

He was disappointed that Damon wouldn’t die screaming tonight, but pleased generally about the turn of events. Muggles could be surprising.

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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"Hardly." Damon replied and his mask of aloofness had returned. "I did not invite a lady to join me tonight." He revealed, which was true but he seldom had dates. Well, there was Lydia but he wouldn’t call her a date either. She was dinner and a very enticing after-show.

"My Father used to employ a witch. A Bennett." He revealed. "I’m from the states, obviously, I have no idea how far her line travels." Now, he was lying. Damon knew of every Bennett witch that he could get his hands on. "My Father never knew she was a witch. If he did, he would have burned her alive." Damon smirked once, but it lacked its usual charm.

"Is there such persecution in England?" Damon asked. "I find that not everyone has such opportunities to escape. And isn’t that what we’re here for… An escape." He mused looking away into the darkness, instead of the glittering lights of the venue behind them.

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Sirius continued to smile mildly. Very interesting. The Bennett name was well known in certain circles. He tipped his chin. “It’s not a name I’m familiar with,” he said, “but the colonies hold little interest for me. I’m content to keep to my perch. I’m afraid I know little of the business of employing witches. Other than particular family interests, it has been some time since a Black found themselves in need of that sort of position. Your father sounds…”

Hmm. Perhaps he’d leave that.

“Like an interesting man, if ignorant. I imagine we would be subject to the same sorts of punishments, if we were foolish enough to attract that sort of attention; truly, we are very cautious. Keep to ourselves. There’s no need to have the mug- the non-magical population aware of our existence.”

It occurred to Sirius that someone who knew about witches might know about the other things Sirius sought. Perhaps he wouldn’t kill this one so soon. (Though the images in his mind were very difficult to dismiss; Damon first begging for release, and then begging for death.)

Sirius’s quest for immortality was far from concluded, and the rumors of vampires and demons in the Moulin Rouge were what had truly attracted him to her doors.

“Do indulge me, since you seem so inclined. Do you see a lot of my kind? Or others with special gifts?”

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After midnight || Sirius, Hanna, Hesper

Sirius watched her as she left the club. Very careful. The trick would be to approach her with concern, offer to walk her home. She was pretty. Very pretty. He debated with himself as he walked. She’d be easy to seduce, looked like the sort of girl who was impressed by power, money, class. Shiny things. He’d seduce her, and then he’d stupefy her, and then…

This one he’d allow to feel everything, he thought. She’d cry. Still as still on his table.

She seemed to speed up. Perhaps she could hear him?

“Salazar,” he muttered under his breath. “Miss,” he called, breaking into a gentle jog for half a block. “Miss. I am sorry. We left the club at the same time. I must say – a girl so young and pretty shouldn’t be out so late without an escort. Might I walk you home? Safer. My name is Sirius Black. I insist you call me Sirius.” He offered up a warm smile.

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

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"Of the Blacks, I presume.” For fuck’s sake, the man was a witch. Damon didn’t know much about magic, but there were some family lines that were idolized by all supernatural beings as ‘older than God himself’. But Damon knew from experience that one skin-to-skin contact with man would sell him out as a vampire— and that just wouldn’t do.

"You wouldn’t want to touch my hands. You don’t know where they’ve been." Damon spoke somewhat snidely and placed them in the pockets of his overcoat. "The name’s Salvatore, as in Savior. You can call me, Damon.

"Guess it’s true, that even the Moulin Rogue can attract the high society folks as yourself." This was getting awkward… Fast. "It’s about the thrill for you, isn’t it? What, not enough danger in the mother country for you?"

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Sirius cocked his chin, feigning modesty. “You’ve heard of my family,” he said. It posed an interesting question, really. Was he aware of the magic that coursed through the bloodstream of some of Britain’s oldest families? The Blacks had business interests everywhere, and this man – Damon – was well dressed, came from or had good money.

He was irritated, momentarily, by the refusal to shake hands. Don’t know where they’ve been? Unlikely. Far more probable that he wanted to conceal something. Still, Sirius kept his smile up. Certainly someone to keep an eye on. He slipped his glove back over his hand.

“I have specialized interests,” he answered. “Of course, I enjoy the dancing. Spectacle.” He held Damon’s eyes. Yes, there were many secrets there. Perhaps when he cut Damon open and investigated the nature of his organs – not tonight, but soon – he would learn those secrets. “Danger doesn’t interest me – it just so frequently goes hand in hand with opportunity.”

Damon looked uncomfortable. “Am I keeping you?”

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Damon & Sirius || If I wanted anything I'd take it

Of the human activities, Damon was quite partial to dancing. Yet tonight, he was out of step and almost quite literally. Damon needed air before he started feeding on the redhead in his arms. Barely excusing himself, he headed quickly for the nearest balcony. The cool air of winter would help his restless nerves… he’d make sure of it. It was pitch black outside and the only shape that could be seen among the shadows was the snow falling on a man’s shoulders. Ah— good— a meal after all, Damon thought.

"Pardon." Damon approached swiftly. He was ready to use his old line about needing a light, even though he rarely smoked the cigars that he kept in his left breast pocket. Tobacco stained the teeth.

But looking into the human’s eyes, Damon wasn’t sure what he saw. His very blue eyes put him on edge and Damon had never felt that way before, especially not with a human. The man was very much alive. Damon remembered now seeing him inside with an equally gorgeous woman on him. He instantly looked for the tell-tale ring was on the man’s left hand. “You are a brave man to leave a woman so precious amongst the wolves.” Damon smirked at his inside joke, fully aware of the actual werewolves that frequented the club.

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Sirius needed to kill.

It had been several weeks. The war made it easy to dispose of bodies, but difficult to find prey, and he had sincerely hoped that he might have some luck here, in the Moulin Rouge – but no. Everywhere inside he felt eyes on him. He felt almost like prey himself. Perhaps in a less expensive cut of suit?

Somewhere, in there, Hesper was enjoying herself. That was an entirely separate irritant, though no less present.

He looked up as someone joined him on the balcony, assessing him carefully. Someone to seduce, and kill? Perhaps not. He had a predatory air of his own. Sirius had heard that certain creatures frequented the bar, though he had a degree of confidence that he would recognize any such creature readily enough, if they met. He put on his mildest smile. Perhaps he might find himself on-side with this rather interesting-looking young man, and who knew what the future could hold.

“The wolves,” he said, “may do as they please; she has a sharper tongue than most might imagine, and thighs as cold as the tomb.” Curse this ring. If she would stay away, he wouldn’t wear it at all. “My name is Sirius Black. Very pleased to make your acquaintance.” He held out his right hand, after slipping a leather glove away.

[siriusthefirst]

Muse:

Name: Sirius Black. Nickname(s): Don’t try it. Birthday: How boring. (ie; he’s obsessed with immortality and will never celebrate a birthday) Relationship Status: I’m not sure! He was married to Hesper Gamp in our previous RP, but a serial philanderer. I have to talk to my lovely wife Ofie and work out the details. Random fact: He really, really likes killing people. If you’ve met him, he has probably considered the viability of killing you. So it’s honestly better to be interesting.

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Mun:

Name:  PBK Tumblr URL: They’re here, but Alaric is always the safest bet. Nickname(s): Pretty Badass Koala Relationship Status: Waiting for Matt Davis. Random fact about you: I like meerkats and otters so much that I sometimes cry about it.