06 November 2010 @ 01:46 am
The Vamp club  
Who: Eric and Nicki
What: Midnight meeting
Where: Garden
When: Day two, nighttime
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Insanity

Nicki had of course, as always, went dead as stone for the daylight hours. This didn’t bode well for him, since when he woke up he realized he was sleeping on the midget infested ghost bed that he vowed not to lay in until it was…fixed. However one would fix that sort of situation. This of course, led to him snatching up his violin protectively, and screaming profanities at the bed. How dare it let him sleep on it?

This went on for a good ten minutes, until one flailed misplaced step landed on the sheets he’d strung up to make the curtains of a crude stage, and he tumbled backward, head over heel, right through the window and clunked in a heap in the garden. He blinked wide once he righted himself up. He’d escaped the room! It was a miracle! What a nice garden. He liked gardens.

The evil bed was forgotten, and he moved up and over to the roses quicker then a mortal eye would be able to catch, and his bow was at his violin. He played loud and frantic music, like a hand going right in your heart and pulling out everything it could, and dragging it over the strings. They’d called him the Devils Violinist for a reason. He swayed and walked around like he was on stage, totally unaware of his surroundings.
 
 
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on November 6th, 2010 03:00 pm (UTC)
It was always more difficult for him to awaken after going to ground. Perhaps it was because he was so far from the sun that he didn't sense its departure, or maybe he just didn't want to go through the motions of crawling back up through the dirt like some uncivilized creature.

He heard the music before he was fully conscious, hearing it rather clearly even through the layer of earth above him. It was nothing he'd ever heard before, he the realization that its creator couldn't possibly be human came to him just before he pulled himself up from the ground faster than it had taken him to rouse from his sleep.

Eric had gotten pretty good at over the years at packing the dirt just right so that hit left as little on his body as possible, but being completely clean after a day underground was impossible. He brushed himself off as he looked to the newcomer with wary eyes.
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[identity profile] nickidevine.livejournal.com on November 6th, 2010 07:01 pm (UTC)
Nicki continued to play, everything building up in a crashing crescendo. He ended it with a long high note when he finally saw the Viking, covered in dirt, and he made a little face “Dear god, your not one of Armands are you?” he said distastefully. The boy had always made the vampires dig themselves out of their graves in some bizarre satanic ritual.

He casually played a few little bits as he walked over, then in a blur he was in front of him, looking him over with big dark eyes, the instrument was quiet and at his side now. When he cocked his head, his hair fell to the side, in the messy ribbon still desperately trying to hold his hair back, but it was a loosing battle. His hand jerked out, and he wiped his finger down Eric cheek, probably only getting away with it because it was too bizarre to anticipate, then he tasted his finger, like Eric was a large Norse cake
“Well then, Monsieur, you are a blood drinker. Are there many of us here? Do you have a talking journal as well? What a bizarre place” His attention drifted to some random plant for a second
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on November 7th, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
Eric looked at him blandly, unsure of whether he should be annoyed or intrigued. "I have no idea who you are talking about, but no, I am not. My room is not safe, so I don't have much choice." His tone made it perfectly clear that his current state was not anything he wanted.

The music he played was beautiful at times. At others, Eric found he could barely follow anything resembling a melody, and it was almost torturous to listen to. He blinked once as a finger darted out to touch his cheek, completely thrown off guard. Who was this man?

Still, his news was almost welcome. Another vampire could mean an ally, or trouble. "Just myself," he informed him calmly. "And yes, I have a journal. It talks because everyone has one. Those are the other people of the house speaking to you." Eric had to agree that it was a strange place, and he knew how it loved to play tricks. Still, if this man was as mad as his words led him to believe, then his entire world was strange.
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[identity profile] nickidevine.livejournal.com on November 7th, 2010 03:31 am (UTC)
He nodded deeply, in understanding, when Eric said his room wasn’t safe “Midgets” he said simply, like yes, he totally knew what he was talking about. He paused here in there while he played to hop over things, or pick a leaf of something and discard it “There’s more people in this house? That’s what one of the journal people said. I just escaped my room” he nodded casually to the large broken window “I was fighting the bed, damnable thing” Nicki let out alittle laugh, and stopped again right in front of Eric

“Dear lord your tall. Where are you from? I see snow. You’re snowy” his playing changed to suit how he saw Eric, grinning happily. His clothes were still all ruffled and right out of the 1700s. White ruffled shirt, leggings and boots.
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on November 7th, 2010 06:07 am (UTC)
"Yes," he said. "Many people. They are mostly human, and will highly dislike being fed upon." Eric had made a deal with them, and he was hesitant to break it.

Raising a questioning brow at his rather obvious statement, he was more confused about his comment of the snow. "I am currently from Louisiana. I am originally from the Nordic region of Europe." He glances at his clothing. "If your wardrobe is any indication, I am also much older than you." There is a very slight accent to his voice, despite his very good handle of English.
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[identity profile] nickidevine.livejournal.com on November 7th, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)
“The new world?” he sounded sort of impressed, but jerked in to a scowl ‘They tried to ship me off there. On one of those boats. Fools, the lot of them” he put his violin down on a bench, and spun randomly “I’m not that old. 23 when I was made, and that wasn’t more then ten years ago, but I was made by the devils spawn and raised by its servants” Nicki laughed alittle “I turned them into clowns and actors. Are you either?”
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on November 7th, 2010 06:29 am (UTC)
Only 33 years old, still a newborn by his standards. Pity. Young ones were volatile, though this one just seemed plain insane. Or were those two things one and the same? Who could say...he'd never been crazy.

"I am not," he said. "I was a Viking when I was human. Now I am a sheriff and enforce the law."
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[identity profile] nickidevine.livejournal.com on November 7th, 2010 06:33 am (UTC)
“A walking contradiction!” Nicki clapped at the idea “A free and pillaging Viking, and an enforcer of the law. The warden and the inmate, you are” He hated the thought of the law, of rules. In his time the only vampiric laws were the ones set down by insane covens that thought Satan was their master “What are you here, then? Sleeping in the dirt and hiding with the worms. Do you burn villages, or witches?”
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on November 7th, 2010 06:38 am (UTC)
"Well, there were a thousand years between the two," he said, smirking a bit at his words. They were humorous, and mildly true. "They say that even vampires can change over time, though I didn't do much pillaging. Only fighting."

"Here? I am simply Eric Northman, trying to both survive and escape this horrid place, like everyone else." Despite the fact that he was nothing like anyone else.
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[identity profile] nickidevine.livejournal.com on November 7th, 2010 06:43 am (UTC)
“Horrid! So horrid, isn’t it?” his smile didn’t seem to portray the right emotions that went with that sentence “I can hear dark things creaking everywhere. Creepy crawlies and deep horrible thoughts. I was just going to burn, this is quite a nice improvement” he took up his instrument again, and played a few happy, but haunting bars “The law is for the sheep and foolish. That file into churches, but at the end of the day, they all come to my theater. Everyone wants chaos, they’re just too afraid of it”
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on November 8th, 2010 03:21 pm (UTC)
"Horrid, indeed," he said, with some bitterness. Eric noted that he said he was going to burn. Had the young vampire been attempting to bring the final death upon himself? It reminded him too much of Godric - it was insanity to crave death, and he'd never quite been able to forgive his maker for leaving him behind.

"I have to disagree," he said, shaking his head. "Law is a requirement. Chaos is something we cannot afford to have. Without the law, the young ones would slaughter countless humans without reproach, and then we would be hunted in the day. Now that they know about us, we must behave."
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[identity profile] nickidevine.livejournal.com on November 9th, 2010 12:17 am (UTC)
[Rip off Arkham Asylum what? >.>]

“Ah, but that’s the voice of reason and survival. Day and night, kill and be killed” He made a tisking sound, and laughed lightly, bouncing in his step “Oh, yes! Fill the churches with dirty thoughts! Introduce honesty to the monarchy! Write letters in dead languages to people you've never met! Paint filthy words on the foreheads of children! Asylum doors stand open! Fill the streets with murder and rape! Divine madness! Let there be ecstasy, ecstasy in the streets! Laugh and the world laughs with you!” He held his arms out and spun, stumbling alittle, then stopped dead.

He squinted for a second at a leaf behind Eric, and moved over in a quick blur, and snatched up a bug with his long fingers. His attention was diverted completely, and he popped it in his mouth and chewed, then spit it out. That didn’t taste at all like he’d imagined. Nicki turned back to Eric, whooshing back over to where he was standing before, leaning up to lay hi hands on Eric’s shoulder, feather light, and ghost kissed on either side of his cheek. Hey, he was from Paris “Oh my, it seems death has destroyed my manners! I’m Nicki, its nice to meet you”
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