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Luther knew that her spell was deepening, so he closed his eyes and cleared his mind slightly, managing to get some sanity back. "Of course" He murmured, dispelling the pink haze that was in his mind, making him her little pet. He held out his hand, and clicked; the shadows came back again, swirling around a large area of floor. In the merest of instants the Luggage was there, sitting like it had never been moved from it's original position. He cracked his neck, he'd been using up too much power recently, he yawned, and said "Well seeing as you were in no hurry to get yourself a living space so I decided to buy one for you, this way you have an Apartment with sound proof windows, near to all the major landmarks, and it is also quite comfortable." He smiled, and said "What would you do without me." Probably seduce another dim-witted fool His inner voice said sarcastically, clearly peeved at his behavior. He dismissed it, and sat down on the Sofa opposite to Cosette, and put his feet onto it, he hadn't gotten off of his feet in a while apart from when he was Void-travelling, it was oddly relieving.

Luther smiled fakely, and said "It sounds like a fair deal to me, Princess, although I do relish the idea of being independant I am afraid I would be driven insane to continue with my previous lonely life." He neglected to leave out the fact that he would never give Cosette all of the Drug, he would make it a limited time, make it need refilling, he wouldn't be declared usless, and he wouldn't have his power stolen. "Cosette, I like you, but if I know you in any way shape or form then I know this; even now you're plotting against me if I become useless or fail, and I would like to remind you who is keeping Alasdair from dragging you down into his depths. I won't let that happen, but I also won't let you try and betray me." He smiled jadedly, and said "This smile may be absoloutely dazzling, but remember that I have my ways. In fact if I didn't I wouldn't be the only person wearing this collar" He gently reminded her of how much he had planned in Las Noches in the event of Alasdair pulling some funny business. "Cosette, I care about you, but I care about my research. I need you for it, more than I need any of that fancy equipment, but if you try and betray me we'll see where my allegiances lie." He sat up in his seat.

He got up quickly, and walked towards her, he grinned, and said "If I fail I will give you the knife you'll stab me with, this is my only purpose, and if I fail the Void will do worse to me." He walked back to the Sofa, and pulled out one of his little syringes; this one had a yellow hue. "This is the DNA structure for Lycans, I thought I would demonstrate it to Alasdair, but his disain for Lycans become apparent rather quickly." He looked at it and once again recalled the beastly Hybrid he had created, it was almost merciful the way he shot it between the eyes. It had been struggling for breath, writhing on the ground, screaming until its inside out throat bled. He hadn't felt merciful since he had first been turned, but for this strange and malformed creature that he had created he truly felt horrible, and had ended it's life with a single bullet. The whip was beginning to hunger, he hadn't used it since he got to New York. He had created it using the Psycopathic part of his brain, leaving him cold, empty, and fond of killing. The Whip was the psycopath in him, all of the craier parts of his personality, and now it wanted to unleash its fury. "Excuse me, but i have business I need to take care of. Follow if you want, I don't care." He murmured, his eyes glinting dangerously.

Cosette changed her mind. No, Luther simply didn't deserve her company right now. So he could just have all sorts of gruesome fun without her, She wasn't going to care. Like a tragically spoiled child, She stomped right back over to her flawless a stacks of paper and plopped her rear down back in the center of her perfect circle. She resumed her tedious task, carefully plucking sheets of paper from the large chest and organized them into the separate piles.
But the real reason she had decided to stay back at the apartment was sitting upon the table, every few moments drawing her fragile attention. It was all too terribly tempting, the powerful doses simply set aside becking her. Aside from her childlike temper tantrums, Cosette usually could manged to demonstrate a rather solid and reinforced sense of self control; But she completely abandoned that now as climbed to her bare feet and slowly padded her way across the room back towards the small table.

She took a seat upon the sofa that Cosette seemed to have claimed as her own and simply sat there. A whole minute passed with her just planted there starring at the doses, Still undecided. Four was more than enough to last her if she got herself into any future trouble. And anyways, Luther had said something about copying them, Hadn't he? So, it really shouldn't matter just how much she decided to use. With Cosette's conceded sense of logic, she figured that if she was going to be using the magnificent drug, She might very well become accustomed the heightened abilities and figure out how to better use them in her defense. No one would be able to bully around poor Cosette after that.

With her mind made up, Cosette reached out an eager arm, Her swift little fingers wrapping around one of the syringes. As the needle punctured her skin, Cosette winced only because she didn't enjoy the idea of anything sharp touching her white skin, but there was such little time to fret over the image. The drug worked fast. Like earlier, there was only a brief sensation of unease and light-headedness, But the drug swiftly progressed through her veins and all too swiftly took demand of her senses. Best yet and Cosette's favorite result by far, was the eerie and calming silence; her mind so easily coming into complete focus under her control. Like earlier, Cosette's mental abilities increased tremendously and already she could feel the difference in the dosage of the drug as it hummed through her body.

In the fraction of a nanosecond, Cosette had jumped up from her place upon the sofa, dashed to the dusty and unused kitchen and snatched up as many glasses her little arms could carry and then raced back to set all the cups on the table. She wished she had a stop watch, It would have been a delight to see just how fast she could be, but she decided to simply make do and test other abilities instead. Everyone already knew she had a swift little thing, that wouldn't exactly be a great surprise attack if she was ever again in the position to defend herself.
For her first attempt, she decided to use her hand in assistance. Cosette had discovered earlier in her poorly composed fight with Alasdair that using her hand to take aim made it much easier to pinpoint where exactly she wished her newly formed telekinesis to focus. She picked the glass cup closest to her to preform as her first test subject. Focusing all her will upon the inanimate object, Cosette very slowly began closing her small hand. Under the pressure if her empowered psyche the glass began bobbling, teetering from side to side and threatening to topple over. It wasn't until she abruptly closed her hand unto a tight little fist that the glass suddenly shattered, instantly combusting under the strain, sending thousands of tiny glass shards in flying every direction.
Cosette was laughing as she ducked behind couch for cover. It was so terribly perfect. It would be such an easy, clean way to kill and she so very loved the spotless murders. She decided next that she might try it without the aid of her hand. Without any psychical signs of what she was attempting, No one would even see that sort of death coming for them.


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The hunter's eyes fluttered a bit, drowsy. He didn't think about much; his state prevented him from assessing the situation. It didn't stop him from looking around though. Stan turned his head towards Cosette, couldn't make her out in the daze, and attempting to focus on her face made him all the more dizzy. There was pain as well, his wrist felt bothered by some sort of strain but he couldn't really determine exactly what. He moved, more like tried, to move his hand and couldn't then the cold realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

"WHAT THE ******** IS GOING ON?!" It was a normal thing for a human to do when trapped. Jesus H. Christ! I'm supposed to be dead, he thought as he attempted to get out of his bindings. Of course, he had to give his captor credit, because he failed.. miserably. He didn't want to be here; he would've preferred being dead, and as his vision started solidifying he nearly died of fright. Stan had though those means things and now she was going to do him in. "Get back," Stan warned, stubbornly fighting against the sheets.

"If by lucky you mean tied up in some vampires.... lair," Stan said as he tensed up when Cosette reached around from behind, "Then sure I'm soo lucky." He rolled his eyes despite his predicament. How could this be better than dying? He was in the hands of a short, narcissist, drama queen which Stan couldn't figure if he should add sadist to the list. "Yes, because I know that you saved me, brought me here, and tied me up was an act that came from deep down in your non-existent heart."