The Vamp club

[nickidevine.livejournal.com]

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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[nickidevine.livejournal.com]

“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”

[mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com]

"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."

[nickidevine.livejournal.com]

[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”