Dacryphilia update!
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luchiaBecause Lucas love me long time.
TITLE: Dacryphilia, Story 4 of 4 in Hemophilia
WARNINGS: Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, LUCAS
WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS PART: Meet two other Djarvik-line vampires, Zackary and Lucas are my secondary Lucas pairing, Lucas is in it, and dude, it's ZACKARY. HE KICKS HACKER ASS.
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Dacryphilia
(Snippet 2)
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“You certainly took your time, didn’t you?”
Beatrix was waiting for him when he walked through the door to the Martian Djarvik compound.
Red hair that was tied up in a half-ponytail draped across her bare shoulders, black eyes watching him as coolly as ever. Today she’d chosen to go with the dark red leather outfit- blood red corset, skintight brick red pants, and brown-red knee-high boots. Lucas was reminded of a cherry Popsicle.
Beatrix. Fifth ranked, had a dirty hobby of stringing a few- usually five or six - men along at the same time, preferably powerful, and getting them to incite an all-out war against each other for her. And then, when one won, she killed them for the sheer amusement value.
In other words, a pathetic manipulator type. Black Widow-type of Djarvik, and therefore not even worth the blood they drained. The only good point about her was she was a good lay, and also happened to be an excellent knife thrower.
“I was feeling creative,” Lucas stated, shrugging off his coat but keeping his leather gloves on. Sure, there was no chance in hell the authorities could try and arrest him (he’d been legally dead since 2213 AA, or 1890 in the vampiric calendar), and even if they did, he could just kill them anyway. But it didn’t do to leave signs that would make them wonder. “So, why are you here?”
Beatrix smirked at him. “I’d think that was obvious.” In a move most would probably label seductive, she started unlacing her corset.
“I’m not in the mood,” Lucas stated, honest for once, not caring a whit about the barely-hidden hurt on her face. Even after almost 500 years as a vampire, Beatrix still had self-esteem issues. It was downright pathetic. “Zackary in the Net Nest?”
Beatrix snorted. “When isn’t he?”
So very true. “Thanks,” he lied, and turned into the metallic hallway off the entryway. Since the compound had been made during the first few years of the Martian Colonization And Terraforming Act of 2410 AA (M-CAT for short), it still showed the signs of the “function-over-form” policy of the first few years. The houses were made of the salvaged remains of the colony ships, and the compound was no different, aside from how much was hidden underground.
Turning another precisely 90-degree corner, the smooth doors in front of him slid apart with a muted swish.
Inside, was the Net Nest, and Zackary.
They were practically inseparable. The Net Nest, a slang term for the egg-shaped device in the center of the room that had cords leading to and from it all along the bottom edge. The silver casing was closed, so Lucas waited just a moment, the usual ‘dear gods do I love technology’ thought running through his mind approvingly, and then he pushed what was affectionately termed ‘the doorbell’- a tiny red button on the outside. In fact, the ONLY button on the outside.
“Yes, yes, shut up and wait,” a ticked-off voice snapped from inside, and a small smile crept onto his lips as he complied. With the usual clatter of putting things away and saving everything, a minute passed before the upper half of the Net Nest rose up.
Zackary was still facing the other way, running what looked like some sort of virus program, the fiberoptic cables from his headgear trailing behind his simple-but functional rolley-chair. With a put-upon sigh, his head of short dark brown hair twisted to glare at the intruder.
“Hey, Zack,” Lucas said, pleased with the Jaw Drop of Happy Surprise reaction.
Zackary was, without a doubt, the smartest of all Djarvik vampires. Turned in what equated to 1996 in the vampiric calendar, he was a technological genius, and a ruthless one at that. He’d held the DMV hostage when they refused to give him his license back for a DWI, he’d obliterated the entire IRS database when they demanded he pay taxes, and had a nasty habit of uploading viruses onto the computers of whoever the hell pissed him off. And that was BEFORE he was turned.
Ruthless, brilliant, and a hell of a guy. Not to mention pretty good-looking too, in a 19-year-old kind of way, especially with those big brown eyes. Well, when you could see them, at least. Like now, his head was usually covered in a helmet-looking connection to almost any information you could want.
“Lucas!” Zackary grinned, pulling the headgear off with a graceful jerk. “What’s going on? When did you land?”
“I got here yesterday morning,” Lucas answered, smiling at the only Djarvik he actually liked. “Job.” Zackary nodded, smile never wavering. He was a Djarvik, after all. “Hey, can you help me with something?”
“You know it,” he grinned, and rolled his chair to the furthest corner to allow Lucas room to enter. “Beatrix is here, too.” Utterly ruthless- already poking him with the fact the redhead was here just to get in his pants.
“I know,” Lucas sighed. Chuckling, Zackary hit the close button again, and with a hiss the upper portion closed again.
And then, it was all business.
“What you need this time?”
“Oxford, about thirty years ago, roommate of Justin Etienne,” Lucas stated.
“Got it,” Zackary said, and he did. Up on the largest screen popped up a student id picture.
Lucas’ breath hitched. It was Quinn, alright, but he was listed as Quinn HELLDIRGE.
“Hey, wait until you’re out of the egg before you start breaking shit,” Zackary warned, and Lucas took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Now. What else you need?”
“Anything you can get me,” Lucas hissed out, jabbing the open button with a controlled rage.
Zackary nodded. “I’ll print it out for you when I’m done.” He paused, eyes latching with Lucas. “…anything else?”
Ah, lust. So easy to manipulate. Plus it would utterly shatter Beatrix to find out he’d passed on her to shag the eighth ranked Djarvik, which would work very well to pay back the embarrassment from that accursed bank robbery so long ago…
Plus Zackary was just plain hot, and quite possibly the only person besides Quinn himself that Lucas actually cared about.
“Hmmm,” Lucas frowned, eyes glinting mischievously as he leaned closer to Zackary. “You’re the genius. Maybe I should ask what YOU want.”
“I was thinking something along the lines of dinner for two and a good night’s exercise,” he grinned- Zackary’s way of saying ‘feeding and fucking’. Which Lucas wasn’t contrary to in the least.
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TITLE: Dacryphilia, Story 4 of 4 in Hemophilia
WARNINGS: Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, LUCAS
WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS PART: Meet two other Djarvik-line vampires, Zackary and Lucas are my secondary Lucas pairing, Lucas is in it, and dude, it's ZACKARY. HE KICKS HACKER ASS.
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Dacryphilia
(Snippet 2)
---
“You certainly took your time, didn’t you?”
Beatrix was waiting for him when he walked through the door to the Martian Djarvik compound.
Red hair that was tied up in a half-ponytail draped across her bare shoulders, black eyes watching him as coolly as ever. Today she’d chosen to go with the dark red leather outfit- blood red corset, skintight brick red pants, and brown-red knee-high boots. Lucas was reminded of a cherry Popsicle.
Beatrix. Fifth ranked, had a dirty hobby of stringing a few- usually five or six - men along at the same time, preferably powerful, and getting them to incite an all-out war against each other for her. And then, when one won, she killed them for the sheer amusement value.
In other words, a pathetic manipulator type. Black Widow-type of Djarvik, and therefore not even worth the blood they drained. The only good point about her was she was a good lay, and also happened to be an excellent knife thrower.
“I was feeling creative,” Lucas stated, shrugging off his coat but keeping his leather gloves on. Sure, there was no chance in hell the authorities could try and arrest him (he’d been legally dead since 2213 AA, or 1890 in the vampiric calendar), and even if they did, he could just kill them anyway. But it didn’t do to leave signs that would make them wonder. “So, why are you here?”
Beatrix smirked at him. “I’d think that was obvious.” In a move most would probably label seductive, she started unlacing her corset.
“I’m not in the mood,” Lucas stated, honest for once, not caring a whit about the barely-hidden hurt on her face. Even after almost 500 years as a vampire, Beatrix still had self-esteem issues. It was downright pathetic. “Zackary in the Net Nest?”
Beatrix snorted. “When isn’t he?”
So very true. “Thanks,” he lied, and turned into the metallic hallway off the entryway. Since the compound had been made during the first few years of the Martian Colonization And Terraforming Act of 2410 AA (M-CAT for short), it still showed the signs of the “function-over-form” policy of the first few years. The houses were made of the salvaged remains of the colony ships, and the compound was no different, aside from how much was hidden underground.
Turning another precisely 90-degree corner, the smooth doors in front of him slid apart with a muted swish.
Inside, was the Net Nest, and Zackary.
They were practically inseparable. The Net Nest, a slang term for the egg-shaped device in the center of the room that had cords leading to and from it all along the bottom edge. The silver casing was closed, so Lucas waited just a moment, the usual ‘dear gods do I love technology’ thought running through his mind approvingly, and then he pushed what was affectionately termed ‘the doorbell’- a tiny red button on the outside. In fact, the ONLY button on the outside.
“Yes, yes, shut up and wait,” a ticked-off voice snapped from inside, and a small smile crept onto his lips as he complied. With the usual clatter of putting things away and saving everything, a minute passed before the upper half of the Net Nest rose up.
Zackary was still facing the other way, running what looked like some sort of virus program, the fiberoptic cables from his headgear trailing behind his simple-but functional rolley-chair. With a put-upon sigh, his head of short dark brown hair twisted to glare at the intruder.
“Hey, Zack,” Lucas said, pleased with the Jaw Drop of Happy Surprise reaction.
Zackary was, without a doubt, the smartest of all Djarvik vampires. Turned in what equated to 1996 in the vampiric calendar, he was a technological genius, and a ruthless one at that. He’d held the DMV hostage when they refused to give him his license back for a DWI, he’d obliterated the entire IRS database when they demanded he pay taxes, and had a nasty habit of uploading viruses onto the computers of whoever the hell pissed him off. And that was BEFORE he was turned.
Ruthless, brilliant, and a hell of a guy. Not to mention pretty good-looking too, in a 19-year-old kind of way, especially with those big brown eyes. Well, when you could see them, at least. Like now, his head was usually covered in a helmet-looking connection to almost any information you could want.
“Lucas!” Zackary grinned, pulling the headgear off with a graceful jerk. “What’s going on? When did you land?”
“I got here yesterday morning,” Lucas answered, smiling at the only Djarvik he actually liked. “Job.” Zackary nodded, smile never wavering. He was a Djarvik, after all. “Hey, can you help me with something?”
“You know it,” he grinned, and rolled his chair to the furthest corner to allow Lucas room to enter. “Beatrix is here, too.” Utterly ruthless- already poking him with the fact the redhead was here just to get in his pants.
“I know,” Lucas sighed. Chuckling, Zackary hit the close button again, and with a hiss the upper portion closed again.
And then, it was all business.
“What you need this time?”
“Oxford, about thirty years ago, roommate of Justin Etienne,” Lucas stated.
“Got it,” Zackary said, and he did. Up on the largest screen popped up a student id picture.
Lucas’ breath hitched. It was Quinn, alright, but he was listed as Quinn HELLDIRGE.
“Hey, wait until you’re out of the egg before you start breaking shit,” Zackary warned, and Lucas took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Now. What else you need?”
“Anything you can get me,” Lucas hissed out, jabbing the open button with a controlled rage.
Zackary nodded. “I’ll print it out for you when I’m done.” He paused, eyes latching with Lucas. “…anything else?”
Ah, lust. So easy to manipulate. Plus it would utterly shatter Beatrix to find out he’d passed on her to shag the eighth ranked Djarvik, which would work very well to pay back the embarrassment from that accursed bank robbery so long ago…
Plus Zackary was just plain hot, and quite possibly the only person besides Quinn himself that Lucas actually cared about.
“Hmmm,” Lucas frowned, eyes glinting mischievously as he leaned closer to Zackary. “You’re the genius. Maybe I should ask what YOU want.”
“I was thinking something along the lines of dinner for two and a good night’s exercise,” he grinned- Zackary’s way of saying ‘feeding and fucking’. Which Lucas wasn’t contrary to in the least.
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Date: 2006-02-19 12:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-19 12:36 am (UTC)But anyway, YAY! I think I actually might like the Djarvik vampire better than the Jiardo, which is horrible of me but...dude. Zackary's possibly my third or fourth favorite vampire.
...Lucas x Damian x Quinn x Zackary would be so freakin' awesome...