The Warden

* Leopold "Leo" Kennedy * Forever 25 (89 90 91 92 93 94) * Vampire Chthonic * Warden of the Chateau * Exclusive Client of: Baelfire Doyle "If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them? So many things that I would do if I had my way with you." [rp account]

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Leopold “Leo” Kennedy || Warden of the Chateau || Chthonic 

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She could have ignored him and kept back to dancing in the window, much like a sentient doll would. She could have stopped answering his questions but found herself almost relaxing the longer they conversed. Maybe because it’s been a while since someone actually spoke to her. No belittlement or immediate salacious offers. Eye contact instead of her watching as his eyes drifted to her chest and nearly naked form. Even before she arrived to Covaire, even while married, she hardly had that respect from another. At his question, she thought back to that day of arriving to Covaire. Even prior to then. “I heard rumors about this place. A city where vampires and humans and werewolves coexist. I thought I could find a vampire that could teach me what my pathetic excuse of an ex husband, que se pudra en el infierno, refused to. How to control my thirst and hunt safely. Unfortunately, by the time I got here, I was starving and basically in an autopilot daze. When I got some clarity, I had a dead human at my feet and guards surrounding me. Not the ideal entrance.” All she wanted was to learn to control her vampiric urges but it was all too late. If fact, she still never even learned. She’s only fed at the prison on a regular basis to keep her satisfied. But basically loses all form of restraint if she gets to close to a neck or smells any amount of spilt blood.

“I wouldn’t say your questions are bothersome, just more… unexpected. I honestly can’t remember the last time someone initiated a conversation with me without the motive to lead me off somewhere or have me do some task or another.” She’s not sure how she feels about it, someone taking a possible interest in what goes on in her life. Then again, it may be short lived. The Warden is difficult to read, so she can hardly guess if he was genuine or making plans of turning any of her vulnerability against her in the future. At least in this instance, she can at least hope it isn’t the latter. Either way, there’s a good chance they’ll part ways after today and never really speak again. Like that Breakfast Club movie she saw once or twice. “I honestly don’t know if I like it anymore. I have enjoyed dancing since I was human and would enjoy performing for a lover, should I be fortunate enough to obtain one. But doing this for hours on hours every day and displayed in a window like a sexual harlequin can be tiring and sort of lessens the thrill of it all. Also, helping customers test out toys can become less thrilling, too.” Maybe she understands that this job has cheapened her in a way. Anyone could walk through the doors and pull her aside to do whatever to her with whatever toy they find in the store, for however long they liked. Just as long as a sell was made. It’s hardly what she would describe as true intimacy. “However, it is my routine and helps me make some money, at least, even when it all goes towards my release funds. And actually meeting people has been fun. Do you like being Warden? You seem much nicer than most of the guards.”

Leopold Kennedy was a jaded creature. He had been jaded before he had become a vampire almost seventy years ago. His life as a human in the first King’s service had fantastic luxury and vicious brutality in equal measures. Her sire had obviously been sloppy and stupid to leave her and whoever else in the state that she’d been in. It might seem to her that they were not teacher her restraint but if she was truly a wild, completely impulsive predator she would not have been allowed a job in the city. Nothing that went into rabid blood lust would be allowed out in public, especially where lust was involved. The guard was because they all knew that she could not be trusted to exhibit control and to cover the Chateau’s own ass. But she had enough control to be out and not muzzled. And Leo had no pity for her circumstances. “We don’t condone rampant murder of our tax paying citizens. Even if they happen to be only human.”

“Being a prisoner does limit the types of social interactions that you have. That’s why it’s a punishment.” Leo agreed. He liked to know all of the prisoners beyond what he knew of them on paper. Leo might have laughed at her thought that they would never speak again after thing moment. Unless she died that would not be the case. Especially now that he knew that she needed to be worked on. He tilted his head as she answered truthfully if not diplomatically. If she did not appreciate her hours of freedom outside of the cells her hours could be adjusted with very little trouble. He understood her viewpoint but to the Warden her being anyone’s meat was just a part of her sentence. “Would you like a break from it then?”

When she asked him if he liked being Warden he raised an eyebrow, “I do.” The fact that she thought that he was nicer than the Guards was slightly amusing though he didn’t show it on his face. “I have the luxury of being in charge. I can act anyway I want to act.” 

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Hospital Recovery

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Amelia smirked, “I like to think so. I still have dizzy spells, but I no longer need a morphine drip. Small victory I suppose,” she joked keeping hold of his arm. His talk of her father made her smile thinking of him. “I will be sure to pass your praise on to him,” she pokes shifting down the hall slowly. “Several windows and walls you say? Have any tips for healing? besides being superhuman that is,” her teasing was relaxed with him, something about her post confidence from being ‘powered up’ was still sitting with her. “Two days doesn’t sound long, till you consider it is forty-eight more hours of medical students and P.A.’s telling you what to do,” she points out bitterly. He spoke of checking on guards and identifying prisoners and could not help her reply, “I suppose I must be a bit of a boring stop for you then,” she shifted to turn in place as to go back to her room. Upon letting go of his arm and pivoting in place to face her room, the world around her seemed to keep moving after she had stopped. Reaching her arm out to her side, she placed her hand the man’s shoulder as she began to slip from another dizzy spell. Her eyes fluttering in an attempt to focus on the warden’s face. “Don’t go,” she breathed reflexively, fearful of falling to the ground.

“Every step you are able to manage is a step further down the path of your recovery.” Leo agreed, speaking the charming little platitude as he walked with her. The vampire grinned at her assurance that she would tell her father what he had said. “I’m sure Dr. Pike is aware of my esteem, it is rarely given to humans.” The Warden held her weight as they walked and Leo nodded his head when she asked about the amount of windows and walls. But he shook his head when she asked for tips on healing, “I haven’t been human in a very long time. My advice is listen to your doctors.” The Warden grinned when she said that forty-eight hours was a long time. “Won’t you have other people telling you want to do after you leave the hospital? That is more a by-product of being a young human woman from what I have observed and less about being an invalid.” 

He caught her easily as she seemed to swoon. Leo held her up, looking down at the girl. “That would be rather inopportune of me as I seem to be keeping you on your feet.”

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Awakened

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Seth sat on the stoop of his apartment, head in hands. No matter how hard he looked, he could not find Israel anywhere. Even the guards in the Chateau knew nothing. Seth felt so tired, and there was an amount of fear he could feel inside of him too. What he went through in hell was going to follow him, he just knew it. His hands were still shaking as he sat there. A shadow cast over him, but Seth didn’t have the energy to look up. Instead, he curled in on himself more. “What do you want”, he said tiredly.

Leo had gotten ripped it out of the mind of someone at the Dominion. Someone that would have told him of their own accord but the Chthonic had wanted the practice at what this new compulsion could do. When Baelfire had spoken about his time in that hell dimension with the boy Leo had considered cold blooded murder, until he had found out that Seth Abrams had come back changed, just like Leopold was changed. 

He looked at the pathetic form curling in on itself. And he approached toeing Seth with his foot. “I came to see how my new little brother is fairing with his transition... Which doesn’t look like it is going very well.”

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Deacon felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end when he recognized the Warden’s voice. The civilian turned to look at the vamp when he realized that Kennedy was waiting for him. Being told that the Warden needed to speak to him made his empty stomach churn slightly but he just nodded dutifully. “Yes.” Becky’s face had gone pale when Deacon had told her where he was going and why. But she had just nodded her head and taken over for Deacon. 

He’d led the Warden up into his apartment closing the door behind them he stood awkwardly in his main room, looking at the floor. Fuck, had this been because of Vibora? Baelfire? Something else? Deacon began to worry the inside of his lip with his teeth as he waited for Kennedy to tell him why he was there. 

Leo looked at the man as they stood only a few feet from each other. And the vampire’s lip curled in disgust at what he saw. This nervous, broken, wreck of a wolf standing there like child about to be scolded or a puppy about to be kicked. How was it that his wolf, Leo’s wolf, was gone but this one was still here? He stalked forward and hooked his hand around the back of taller man’s neck. “Look at me, Deacon.” The words were an order and he would wait for it to be followed before he continued. 

He pressed his short, blunt thumb nail into the wolf’s skin, into the joint of Deacon’s jaw. Leo had planned to ask Deacon about what he and Baelfire had spoken about, what the wolf knew about Baelfire on the very off chance that Baelfire had disappeared before being able to inform Leo of any important knowledge he’d given the baby wolf. But just looking at how pathetic Deacon appeared Leo was certain that Deacon knew nothing of importance when it came to his escort. Leo sneered, “Look at you... You are an embarrassment to my fucking property. You are a worthless waste of the gift you were given. Stop pitying yourself. You are not the only creature to ever lose people.”

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Rebirth || Leo & Baelfire [Closed]

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Baelfire needed to tell the chthonic that this was a fucking miracle, cause it was. He kissed him Leo back, but it was so fucking soft, nothing as violent as the guard. Deep down, he’d known he would get back, but at one point his faith had faltered, but between losing his limbs and closing his eyes as he’d resigned himself to his fate, he woken up here. “I was about to get eaten alive. You wouldn’t have found anything…”

He sighed, touching the guard’s face– fingers trembling at the features, but still liking them. “Let me see you again.” He would have to tell Leo about Seth and ask if the guy had made it out alive. If he wasn’t there wouldn’t be any point in telling Leo about sharing his secrets with the civilian. But that would be later, cause right now, he needed to see the vamp– fuck, chthonic.

There was no miracle, just a positive outcome with low statistical probability for success. All things were as they must be. Leopold’s will and the stubborn determination to have his greedy way. He would not entertain the fact that this outcome might not have happened. That Baelfire might have been permanently crippled. “You wouldn’t dare let yourself die without me there to allow it.” He felt like his body was giving off pulses of heat as he thought about what it might have been like to find nothing but pieces of bone or a scrape of clothing. To have lost Baelfire in truth before he had delivered on his promise. And the thoughts ignited through his mind. 

He drew in a deep breath, still unaccustomed to needing to breathe. He couldn’t be soft but he could be slow. Clawed nails scratching lightly against Baelfire’s face as Leo drew his face away from the Elysians. He was annoyed about the things he would miss with Baelfire no longer being a wolf. But now there would be no full moons to prepare for. No night where Baelfire’s body couldn’t and wouldn’t be his to take if he wished. He could haunt Baelfire’s dreams. He could live in every moment of this being of light’s existence. His feverish body and the pounding of his heart driving him slightly mad, like a leaking tap he couldn’t fix. His hands became rougher, more instant as he began to whisper in the dark of the room, “Touch me. Let me see you. I’m going to skin you with my tongue... I’m going to fucking chain you to the goddamn bed... How could you let anything steal you from me? How could you almost make me a liar? Only I get to kill you. Only I get to say when it’s done... It’s too hot...” As he slipped into a manic state he swore his eyes were burning with his own internal heat and all he could do was hold Baelfire’s cold body against his, claws leaving shallow, bloody tracks along the wolf’s... Elysian’s back as he tried to pull them closer together. 

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The grip her fingertips had on some scribbled on document tightened. She didn’t want him touching it, taking it away - Grace didn’t want anyone touching anything in that office, or in their home, soiling it or taking it for good to leave her with nothing. Sheets of paperwork could so easily be discarded, but for someone so used to being left with nothing at all, she clung to everything she could at a time like this. Grace couldn’t tell the motive behind his offer, she never could, and she was quiet for a long moment while considering it. “Please don’t use him to manipulate me.” Her words were stern, defensive, they came from a fragile state that could easily be used to someone’s advantage especially if justified with Alexander’s wishes. There were few in this city he trusted, after all, Leo being one of them, and he wouldn’t want her alone, but the warden’s track record made him untrustworthy, and the fear that she’d miss something if she left made her hesitant. “I can’t leave.” Because just maybe he’d come back, just maybe the quiet office would give her something to work off of - but in reality, she needed the distraction, no matter how empty it left her hands. 

There was no reason to start an unfortunate scene in a missing vampire’s office. Leo could imagine Grace’s thought process in her small movements, in the way her hands tightened, in her expression. Her response was disappointing if not exactly surprising. Uncomplicated creatures saw only simple reasons, both for good and ill. And it had been a long time since she had lived in the Chateau. “I was not using a dead colleague to manipulate you.” The words were matter of fact, without malice. “Telling you that he would want you safe and protected would be manipulation. The first was simply an offer of safety of a kind.”

Whether or not Grace trusted him was not Leo’s concern. If she died he would still know that he had followed etiquette and offered assistance to another vampire’s property. “As you like it.” Taking out a card for the hotel he wrote the room number on it and placed it on a blank spot on the desk. “In case you change your mind. I will see that front desk will allow you to enter.”  He turned heading towards the exit, “Let the Police and Dominion take what they need. They aren’t nearly as patient as I am.” 

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Rebirth || Leo & Baelfire [Closed]

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For him, it’d gone from Gabriel pushing him and being engulfed into light to this moment. No in between. He gasped as he sat right up in bed, touching for what should’ve been missing limbs, but they were all there. “The fuck…” He murmured to himself, but he knew the answer– it was there in his blood. He was something new or something he should’ve been. But his thinking was cut short by the guard entering his own bedroom.

The moment his eyes turned to the vamp, no, a fucking chthonic now, he punched the asshole. “This is all you fucking deserve for leaving me there.” Two sec later, he hugged the bastard. “So fucking warm.” He liked that even if it was strange. “Please don’t leave me behind like that again.”

 Leopold Kennedy had found himself standing on the East Side, dazed and looking at unfamiliar black taloned hands and then at his feet also black as pitch and clawed. He was bare foot, his brain coming to the conclusion that the claws had broken his shoes which had been abandoned somewhere. He felt hot. Nearly burning as he bent over and retched at the nausea it caused him. The sound of his heartbeat was painfully loud in his own head as he staggered towards his home. Perhaps Baelfire had been attempting the same thing as he came across the man unconscious on the ground, missing limbs. 

Most would have taken the new Elysian to the hospital but Leo just looked at Baelfire, his holy grail since the others disappearance and then lifted him with his clawed hands into his arms. So very cold. It was strange but pleasant to Leo’s feverish new body temperature. He took them back to their home. Laying his passed out escort on Leo’s own bed. A rush of impulsive selfishness keeping him from communicating with anyone until he was contacted by the Dominion. He excused it with his own disorientation but informed them about the survival of himself and Baelfire Doyle along with their other changes. 

Leo had taken to wearing almost no clothing in the house. Something he’d never done before. In an attempt to combat how hot he constantly felt. His had a few times where magic had brought him back a heart beat but it felt so different now. A steady drum beat inside his chest that was distracting in the extreme. He’d ordered food. Things he’d remembered liking when he was still human. 

He sensed the change in Baelfire as soon as the other awoke. Speeding up to the room and entering to see the other, whole and awake. Leo should have been expecting the punch, the hit rocking him back as his horns broke from skin and grew in a crescent curving forward like an halo of bone. His skin cracking and bleeding ember light around his eyes. 

His black, clawed fingers reached up to Baelfire’s face as the Elysian embraced him, Leo’s palms soaking in the coolness of the other’s skin. “I am not sorry for my choices.” Leo murmured as he brought his mouth down to kiss Baelfire’s lips, violently drinking the temperature difference like cold water in a desert, “I would have found a way to invade that hell if you had not come back...”

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“I see. So we do actually have at least some pickiness in what we imbibe.” He noticed the Warden’s eyes being drawn to his tools. “I’ve seen a few young vampires and what happens if they go too long without. I don’t want to be unprepared. Especially with my part time job at the Dominion.”

He made a few strokes on the canvas, changing a few minor details he hadn’t liked. “Well, it was mostly what I expected. Traded perpetual weakness, infusions and medicine in for strength, speed, hunger, and the heartbeats. Though it’s partly the mages I have to thank for the condition ceasing. Found out it shouldn’t have worked that way.”

He made a few more adjustments, lightening the figure’s eyes. “Don’t want to imagine being a vampire with thalassemmia.”

The Warden nodded his head at Olivier’s musing. “Some more than others. Depending on our personalities. It’s the same with our interest or tolerance for human food.” Leo’s art was almost exclusively written into skin with blades. Beyond that he had never pretended to have much in the way of traditional artistic creativity. “I doubt you would be unprepared by choice. And yes, accidentally succumbing to blood lust in the Dominion would be unfortunate.”

He watched the lines take form on the canvas, each adding or changing the current picture. Leo appreciated art and beauty even with a temperamental desire to destroy it as often as to possess it. As Olivier spoke Leo himself let his mind wander to what life for a vampire with a blood disorder might indeed be like. A ravenous hunger that needed to be sated more often? It was an interesting thought. But not one that they will ever know. “I have found that those that wanted but did not expect tend to be more appreciative of what they have. I’m sure in your case it is the same.”

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If the morning light don't steal our soul || Leo solo - Awakening: The Illiad Event

The Chateau had been holding through the latest and worst onslaught. Leo had been using a group of mages to hold wards up and keep the eldritch hoards out of the prison.The vampire had been working towards one of the cracks, because inside of that wound in the fabric of reality had to be were Doyle was. But every time they would make head way another wave seemed to bleed through, blocking off any chance of getting through. 

He had suffered a head wound, the skin peeled away from the white bone of his skull as he sliced through a horror with his sword and a mage holding the creature with their power. Leo knew that his forces were being pushed back behind the walls. That the never ending numbers were going to wear out their dwindling reserves of strength and abilities. The mages sat in a circle in the back, chanting as Leo prepared his Guards for what was going to happen next. If this was their last stand then so be it. But he would not be caught hiding behind a wall, cowering like some pitiful creature. 

No matter how hopeless it seemed Leopold Kennedy truly couldn’t reconcile himself to the idea that this was how his story would end. How the story of his City would end. How he had told Baelfire he would end. It wasn’t right. Leo had strived and fought, lied and murdered and destroyed everything that had ever attempted to stand in his way. He would not let this be his end. He would not allow it. Something hot struck and caught inside of him. An ember of what was normally the brutally cold fury that fueled everything Kennedy was. He had held his hate with a tight grip, channeling it to his purpose, to further his goals, his wants. But this heat spread through him like a wildfire, uncontrolled and all consuming. Not since he’d felt the venom of his sire’s bite had anything pulsed through him with such force. But this didn’t hurt, it felt right, it was his, had always been his. His rush of power. His spark of darkness. His essence. All he had been before this moment was waiting to be born. 

“The Warden! Where is the Warden?” 

“What the fuck just happened?”

“What is that? What the fuck is that?”

Leo could hear pandemonium behind him as he felt the power swell and over take all that he was, his body becoming a creature of shadow, smoke and violence. All was violence. All was suffering. And he would share that will these abominations. He would pay them back in misery they had never experienced before. He walked forward, consuming the demons that he came near, the others beginning to shrink and cower, causing Guards and others to jump on them as he roiled past the shrieking devil spawn. Boiling tendrils of ash, and black smoke swallowing the horrors that came within his reach. 

He would purge his City, The Chateau, The Dominion, The East Side and then he would rip through one of those portals and make sure that all of his property was returned. And he would walk through that fake underworld and he would show these eldritch piles of shit what hell meant. And together they would learn today how fast those demons run. Not fast enough. 

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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

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Dark eyes lifted, squinting to better take in the sight of the man. “Guard Kennedy.” – or Warden now. How long had it been since he’d gained that title? Shutting her eyes again, she pinched the bridge of her nose, hoping to dull the pain in her head. She made no further motions to move, only offering a slight shrug to the man before letting her hands fall back to her side. She probably should have gone back to find her medication, still unsure if the figure in the corner of her eye was someone travelling with the guard or one of her ghosts coming back to torment her. “No, Sir. I’ve got all my limbs and, as far as I’m aware, my heart is still beating.”

Leo gave a long suffering sigh at the incorrect title. “Not for the last two years. But circumstances and possible head trauma taken into consideration I will allow the mistake to pass this once.” He watched her struggle, knowing what pain registered as in humans. He was intimately acquainted with the look of pain in most types of creatures. It was after all a specialty. The Warden stood up and offered her a hand to bring her to her feet. “And it doesn’t smell like you have any serious internal injuries, in case you might be worried.” The vampire remarked, “Did you hit your head?”