GoldenHouou
antagoonist
Samael
"Vergil Constantine"
Bar Bar Bar™
The familiar, cocky drawl Samael expected to hear never came. In its place was an uncharacteristic silence, followed by a voice that definitely didn't belong to the vampire he knew. It was feminine and scared, repeating his words with a quiver. As Samael heard the word 'human' repeated back to him, he quickly realized just how badly he'd fucked up.
"Wait!" the angel stood up from his seat as if about to physically chase after someone, tone equally startled, "My bad, it was a joke, it's not lik--"
Too late. With three excruciating beeps, the call was over - and so was his chance to explain.
"... Oh, fuck me." Samael threw himself back onto his seat with a clatter, running a hand through his hair - almost as if hoping the fingers scraping his scalp would make him think faster. Great, the hell was he supposed to do now? He'd just dragged some innocent girl into vampire business. If she blathered about it to the wrong people - or hell, to anyone at all - chances were someone was gonna get her ass for it. And if slayers caught wind of the whole deal, there could be an even bigger altercation. He didn't-- really care what happened to that particular vampire, dude was always a creep, but there were lots of others he'd hate to see with a stake through their hearts.
If only he could find the girl and make sure she didn't talk... but how was he supposed to do that? No... if she had the guy's phone, she must've been with him. And if that was the case, she was practically dead already. There was no way she wasn't going to confront him about something like this. The only way to get a hold of her before he did was to...
A sudden, pained shout from the bar drew Samael from his thoughts just in time to see Leliana returning. ... Huh? When'd she left? Damn, he must've really been outta it. He was just about to speak up and ask if she could fetch him something a lil stronger than what they'd had so far, because damn he did need it, when---
"Am I to assume this was what you were asking for?"
The angel's gaze fell onto the little furball in her arms - then quickly darted to his bag. It was open. And empty.
Today just kept getting better and better, didn't it?
Samael sighed, defeated. "Yeah."
He pinched his forehead, fully aware that there probably should've been more urgency in his words. "Could you-- not hold it out in the open like it's a three-time Best in Show winner? I was supposed to keep it a secret."
A small pause followed as Samael glanced at the pup, brows furrowing at the memory. "... I shot its parents," he finally managed, a hint of melancholy bleeding into his otherwise deadpan tone. Not that he wouldn't do it all over again if given the choice. The nature of his being dictated that he never really had a choice, after all. "The runt has nowhere to go, and I ain't exactly cut out to be a dad - or a dog owner."
The pup growled at him. It had a shit-ton of reasons to. Samael ignored it and hit the call button in an attempt to get a hold of the girl from earlier. He would never find her in time, but if she answered, then maye he could warn her before she bit the proverbial bullet. Or the vampire bit her.
"So I figured the least I could do was rehome it. Got any suggestions?" Samael asked from Leliana, trying to distract himself from the excruciating wait as the call connected. He rapped the table nervously, unaware that somewhere in the distance, the bartender was stomping his way towards them.
"Vergil Constantine"
Bar Bar Bar™
The familiar, cocky drawl Samael expected to hear never came. In its place was an uncharacteristic silence, followed by a voice that definitely didn't belong to the vampire he knew. It was feminine and scared, repeating his words with a quiver. As Samael heard the word 'human' repeated back to him, he quickly realized just how badly he'd fucked up.
"Wait!" the angel stood up from his seat as if about to physically chase after someone, tone equally startled, "My bad, it was a joke, it's not lik--"
Too late. With three excruciating beeps, the call was over - and so was his chance to explain.
"... Oh, fuck me." Samael threw himself back onto his seat with a clatter, running a hand through his hair - almost as if hoping the fingers scraping his scalp would make him think faster. Great, the hell was he supposed to do now? He'd just dragged some innocent girl into vampire business. If she blathered about it to the wrong people - or hell, to anyone at all - chances were someone was gonna get her ass for it. And if slayers caught wind of the whole deal, there could be an even bigger altercation. He didn't-- really care what happened to that particular vampire, dude was always a creep, but there were lots of others he'd hate to see with a stake through their hearts.
If only he could find the girl and make sure she didn't talk... but how was he supposed to do that? No... if she had the guy's phone, she must've been with him. And if that was the case, she was practically dead already. There was no way she wasn't going to confront him about something like this. The only way to get a hold of her before he did was to...
A sudden, pained shout from the bar drew Samael from his thoughts just in time to see Leliana returning. ... Huh? When'd she left? Damn, he must've really been outta it. He was just about to speak up and ask if she could fetch him something a lil stronger than what they'd had so far, because damn he did need it, when---
"Am I to assume this was what you were asking for?"
The angel's gaze fell onto the little furball in her arms - then quickly darted to his bag. It was open. And empty.
Today just kept getting better and better, didn't it?
Samael sighed, defeated. "Yeah."
He pinched his forehead, fully aware that there probably should've been more urgency in his words. "Could you-- not hold it out in the open like it's a three-time Best in Show winner? I was supposed to keep it a secret."
A small pause followed as Samael glanced at the pup, brows furrowing at the memory. "... I shot its parents," he finally managed, a hint of melancholy bleeding into his otherwise deadpan tone. Not that he wouldn't do it all over again if given the choice. The nature of his being dictated that he never really had a choice, after all. "The runt has nowhere to go, and I ain't exactly cut out to be a dad - or a dog owner."
The pup growled at him. It had a shit-ton of reasons to. Samael ignored it and hit the call button in an attempt to get a hold of the girl from earlier. He would never find her in time, but if she answered, then maye he could warn her before she bit the proverbial bullet. Or the vampire bit her.
"So I figured the least I could do was rehome it. Got any suggestions?" Samael asked from Leliana, trying to distract himself from the excruciating wait as the call connected. He rapped the table nervously, unaware that somewhere in the distance, the bartender was stomping his way towards them.