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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit had been on his way out for a morning run when Sera's owl had arrived. It was early on Saturday morning, Ollie was home, so he had scribbled a quick 'yeah' in response to her question of whether they were home or not, and sent the owl back on its way before it could claw his eyes out. He figured she'd take a good hour or more to get ready before coming over, so he went for his run as planned. The sun was shining, even though it was freezing outside, and Kit felt a twinge of sadness that the winter was coming to an end. Not for himself, but for his dad. In the colder months it went dark early, and their dad could have a bit more freedom. Being a vampire that couldn't go out in the sun was severely limiting, especially when he had four children who lived their lives in the daytime. The warmer half of the year kicking in would mean he was trapped until ten o'clock at night in the deepest parts of summer. That sucked.

Being faster than the average human, Kit finished his run in seemingly no time, and found himself back on his front doorstep with barely a sweat on his forehead. He wasn't satisfied. Planning on going up into the attic later and setting it up for a real workout, he went inside and showered, getting changed into comfortable clothes and padding down to the kitchen in his bare feet. The doorbell rang as he was making himself a bowl of cereal and he paused at the fridge, his hand on the milk. "Ollie, get the door!" he yelled as loud as he could, having no idea if his little brother was even awake yet or not. He could hear some sort of movement coming from upstairs, so he assumed Ollie had heard him and poured milk into his bowl. He'd give it a minute and then get the door himself if Ollie didn't show. Kit crunched his cornflakes, his stomach growling at the prospect of getting fed.



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tag: Oliver Osiris Devereaux and Seraphina Alala Devereaux
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outfit: Red for rageeeeee! And bare feet.

with their voices soft as thunder

The vampire said nothing. Kit could feel the tension in the air around them, crackling, though the creature before him looked calm as an ocean. He was not calm. There was no way anyone could be confronted in such a blunt way and not feel some semblance of panic or anxiety. He had been found out. He was a killer. He had the blood of one of his victims in his pocket. In his pocket. Right there in front of Kit. Could he kill someone inside Order headquarters? Was that allowed, or would Dumbledore have him out of the Order faster than he could blink? The real question was, did Kit care? The Order was important to him. Killing vampires was something of a side-quest. He had the vampire's scent now, he could hunt him down another time without risking his place in the Order. Kit kept staring at the creature, and his hand shot out lightning fast. He grasped his fist around his coat and pulled it off of the coat rack.



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tag: Daemon Calix Ingram
words: 207
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outfit: Minus the sunglasses.

with their voices soft as thunder

Kit inhaled again, subtly. The tangy scent of human blood filling his nostrils. "That's not your blood." He stood his ground, staring into those cold blue eyes. This was not another Silas. He felt it in his gut. Silas was proving to be somewhat similar to Kit's own father in his ways, though Kit still had his doubts about the handsome vampire. He had never given Kit any reason so far to believe that he was a killer. There was hope for Silas. There was no hope for the creature in front of him, and if he had been invited into the head quarters of the Order of the Phoenix, then they were all doomed. Why on earth would Dumbledore allow vampires into their most protected space? Why? Kit couldn't fathom any good reason for it. Yes, there were some out there that were good, that were capable of living a life without killing anyone, but most of them were cold, ruthless killers. Perhaps like the one standing in front of him. The scent was coming from the monster's pocket. Kit glanced down.



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tag: Daemon Calix Ingram
words: 217
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outfit: Minus the sunglasses.

with their voices soft as thunder

Kit made his way down one of the long hallways, looking for a door with a bathroom sign on it, but at the same time looking for the room he had seen those vampire women head into with the feeder. What was behind the rest of the doors? They all looked the same. Did they all have feeders inside? He told himself that it was best to focus on the one that he did know about, rather than wandering aimlessly and landing himself in deep trouble. He knew he should find the bathroom, cool himself off at the sink, and head back to Silas, but the door on his right was familiar. That's where they'd taken him. Kit glanced over his shoulder. The hallway was empty, the main room just out of sight. Nobody would even notice if he just slipped inside. He could save a man's life tonight, wasn't that worth taking a risk for? His Auror training told him it was more than worth it, it was all about saving people in trouble. His vampire loathing instincts also told him to go for it and rid the world of a few more blood suckers. In fact, there wasn't much telling him to not do it, so Kit gripped the door handle, turned it, and swung inside the room, shutting the door behind him.

He was met on the other side by a dimmed room. There was a table and chairs, and a large bed on the far wall which was occupied by the two female vampires, who were both attached to the neck of the male feeder, who looked out of his mind. Kit wanted to throw up. "This room is taken," one of the women mumbled absentmindedly. Kit gripped the chair next to him. "I just need to borrow a chair," he retorted, smashing it against the wall and holding onto two of the legs as they broke clean off, with jagged ends perfect for stabbing through the black hearts of the vampires on the bed. That got their attention, and one of them hissed at him, fangs bared. The other lunged at him while the hisser guarded the feeder as though he were some precious commodity. Kit sidestepped as the first vampire went for his throat with outstretched hands. She missed and crashed into the door and he gripped her by her hair, twisting her around and slamming one of his makeshift stakes into her chest. The other vampire was on his back before he could turn around to meet her attack, and he felt her fangs prick his neck. With a growl of determination, Kit reached back and gripped the back of her dress, flipping her right over his shoulder onto the table top. It cracked under the blow and she fell right through it to the floor. "Hunter," she snarled.

The feeder stumbled from the bed and headed for the door, but Kit couldn't stop him, he pressed his foot against the vampire's throat and pressed harder and harder, watching her face turn an alarming shade of purple before he felt her neck snap under his boot. The feeder was already out in the hallway, stumbling around in a confused state, and Kit stuck the other stake through the second vampire's heart before rushing out into the hallway before anyone was alerted to the situation. Shit. Three vampires were out there, all staring in confusion at the wandering feeder. One of them looked at Kit, recognition in his eyes. "Devereaux," he growled, fangs flashing. Kit didn't have another stake, so he did all he could think of to do. He grabbed the feeder by the arm and began to drag him towards the main room as fast as he could. "Uh, sweetheart!" He called out to Silas as he headed for the stairs. "I think it's time to leave." Someone stepped into his path and Kit raised a booted foot and planted it in the creatures chest, sending him flying backwards into a table of patrons. He threw the feeder over his shoulder and began to fight his way towards the exit.



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tag: Silas Zhang
words: 724
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outfit: You have to earn the smile.

with their voices soft as thunder

Kit didn't like the sound of this Orin. A dodgy dealer of information who asked for what in return? What sort of payment the man took, Kit didn't like to think, and the Auror in him would have loved nothing more than to drag the man to the Ministry by his hair for questioning and find one or ten things to lock him away for. If he even was a man. If he was a vampire, well, Kit could think of a few particularly satisfying ways to take out his frustrations on the creature. His gaze flickered to the drinks that appeared on the table before them, but he made no attempt to pick up his glass. He looked Silas over instead, watching as the vampire sipped his own drink, seemingly completely at ease in this place. Or a very good actor, which made Kit trust him even less. Kit could play a role for work, but he was not into theatrics in the slightest, he was straight as a die and reserved by nature. The flamboyant creature beside him set him on edge and pushed him out of his comfort zone. Dumbledore had made a mistake pairing them up tonight.

He could feel a presence moving in behind him, and instinct made him want to turn around and grab whoever it was by the throat before they could attack. He was surprised to even be sitting there unscathed for as long as he had. With his reputation, he should have been kicked out at the door, or just killed on the spot. "You brought a pet, Silas," the voice behind him made his skin crawl, if not for its nasal phlegm-filled tone, then for its choice of words. Kit bristled and grabbed his drink to keep his hands occupied. His eyes automatically flicked to the side and he regretted it when he saw a man propped up between two female vampires. They led him into a side room and the door closed, leaving Kit feeling like a murderer for not chasing after them and saving the poor soul from a fate worse than death. He stared at Silas, willing him to say something, to do something before Kit lost his cool and blew their cover. It was hard to keep his face arranged in some sort of calm expression, especially after being called a "pet", but he managed it. He said nothing. The less attention he brought to himself in this place, the better.



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tag: Silas Zhang
words: 451
notes: <3
outfit: You have to earn the smile.

with their voices soft as thunder

Kit opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and closed it again. Getting into an argument with a vampire when they were meant to be working was not a smart move. Kit liked fighting, the physical kind of fighting, bickering got on his nerves after a few minutes, he had no time for it, but it was hard to not react when a vampire was talking about admiring his arse. So, he clenched his jaw, couldn't quite keep his eyes from going skyward for half a second, and folded his arms across his chest again. It was a pathetic defence mechanism, but it was all he had in the moment. "Does that usually work on people?" he asked, trying to sound unamused, but knowing he had a nice butt and feeling secretly pleased that it had been noticed.

Silas was right, though Kit was loathe to admit it. He had to trust him if this was going to work, so Kit nodded in agreement. "Right. Let's just get this done." The sooner they got started, the sooner Kit could go home and sulk about what Dumbledore had forced him to do. He was half tempted to take Silas' offered hand, if only to feel if the skin was as silky smooth as it looked. With a scathing look, he simply walked right past Silas and headed across the graveyard towards the mausoleum. His long legs carried him quickly, and he reached the door in no time, pausing to put a hand to the ancient inscriptions there. It was sealed shut. He stepped to one side to let Silas through. "You want to do the honours?" Kit had a feeling only a vampire would be able to open the door.



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tag: Silas Zhang
words: 329
notes: <3
outfit: You have to earn the smile.