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"Thank you for tying me up," the contempt in his voice was quite evident as he snarled at her, attempting to pull away from the possibly psychotic vampire. Possibly... that was totally an understatement. Stan shivered a bit, he wasn't liking this helplessness crap, and quickly made a mental note to hunt in teams now. Or at least carry around a better firearm, he thought as he stared at the weapons Cosette had stripped from him. It included two hand guns, a few grenades, a knife, and slender UV flashlights. Maybe, she'd keep it thinking it were a normal flashlight. Then, if vampires told ghost stories at their gatherings, she'd shine i into her face for effect. Quite the effect. "What are you going to do to me?"

“You are welcome” She chimed in reply, Either oblivious or simply deciding to ignore the resentment tainting Stan's tone. “I''m not sure what I'm going to do with you yet.” Cosette whispered softly, releasing him to dance around the couch on tiptoes, mindful of the glass littering the floor. “I suppose I could pump you full of rat poison since you you wished to do something similar to poor little me.” Cosette picked up the knife, The most basic of the weapons on display carelessly scattered across the table. She tested the blade, running a slender white finger along the edge and with a smile, She decided it would suit just fine. Cosette could have simply used a piece of glass, But It wold be so much more humiliating if poor helpless Stan's own knife did the work.
“Stan Darling, Give me your arm.” She said politely, Just a wide grin tarnished her doll face. She didn't wait for him to offer her his bound limbs, Cosette was already reaching for him in an ambush of deadly fast fingers and iron strong hands.

The swish of clothe in the breeze surrounded Armand. he was walking down the street, following the smell of old colonial perfume. cossettes scent. he didnt sense luther anywhere... a good sign. the last thign he wanted was to get in a brawl with the only other immortal as old as himself. he stretched his weary 500 year old bones and rounded the corner. and there tit was. an apartment complex. armand smiled to himself a** his cap/trenchcoat folded around him mysteriously. he walked across the place and entered silently, still following the scent, and he started to say cossettes name silently. onyl her ears, and the ears of other vampires would be able to hear his whipsers like they where yells.
"cossette.. where are you....?" he said with a wry smile. "after tonights activities, i wish to speak with you...." he stepped up the creaky stairs slowly.

Cosette abruptly paused just short of wrapping her deadly fingers around Stan's bound arms. Her delicate attention had slipped to something else, a distant noise somewhere within the interior of the apartment building. A familiar voice echoing off the walls, One that had Cosette groaning and rolling her eye with impatience as she sensed Armand.
“I think I'm being stalked. “ She mumbled, musing to herself. Cosette seriously considered simply ignoring Armand, eager to get on with the lovely masterpiece she intended to carve into Stan's arm; but she worried that Armand might just barge in through the front door and both interrupt her and annoy her with all his forged infatuation. Cosette heaved a dramatic sigh, and then extended out her mind to to touch Armand. As usual, the telepathic voice arrived just as broken and scattered as her abilities were. Have yourself a lovely little death wish, Armand? Creepy could return at any instant. And frankly, I'm doing someth-

Well, Speak of the devil. Literally. She knew Luther was there before he waltzed into the room, Looking horrible and clammy. She didn't bother to ask what was wrong with him. As long as it didn't effect her mood, She wasn't going to care in the least. It was his problem, Whatever it was; Not hers. Cosette just stood there with an entirely innocent expression gracing her face, and yet one small hand was halted in mid-reach while the other held a knife grasped between twitching little fingers.
“You haven't told me anything, Creepy. You must realize I wouldn't listen to you regardless.” She replied, rather smug as she stood to her full height which defiantly wasn't much. “And obviously” Cosette started, Her blue eyes flickering back towards Stan for an instant, ensuring with one swift glance that he was still very much tied up and wasn't going anywhere while she might be distracted by Luther. “I'm just that irresistible. Everyone just wants a piece of me, Either my petty little black heart or the complete opposite and just really want to smash in my pretty face. Which do you want, Love?” Cosette added with a coy little smile.

“I didn't know you baked, Creepy.” Cosette chimed, playfully mocking him before her attention slipped back to the captive Stan as Luther recognized who exactly he was. Cosette plopped down for a seat, deciding Stan's lap suited just fine as she draped the arm still wielded a dangerous knife, around and over his shoulder.
“You're all dirty...Couldn't you have done something about that before showing your lovely face here? I don't like it very much when you show up like that, Makes me not want to touch you.”Cosette paused, lazily gesturing the hand holding the knife at Luther's clothing, or much more notable; The blood. “You should be more mindful of messes. Like, Lovely Stan here. Gave himself a broke nose, but did so very well and hardly got a drop of blood on him when he started gushing all over. You could learn a few things from him.” She poked a finger a Stan's bruising nose as she spoke, curious to see if he would flinch before she glanced back up at Luther. He seemed to be acting rather odd or at least something was just really off kilter. Like, That broken chip in the frame of his deranged mind had finally sent a crack all the way up. The change was obvious enough that it caught Cosette's delicate attention, holding her a pause for a few moments with her small finger against Stan's nose as she simply watched with over calculating blue eyes while Luther spoke aloud, beaconing Armand to present himself like he was simply some annoying ghoul that might respond to his name.
“Oh, Don't call Armand here. He's trying to stalk me, doing a horrible job; But still...He'll crash my party. Just tell him to go back home, Far away in Spain.” She whined, adding a little out of her lips in hopes to be slightly more convincing.

Jack could hear the whisper of a somewhat deathly voice. If anything, it somewhat hurt his ears. He grunted quietly as as he plugged the with his fingers. A ringing ensued as he shook his head to make the sound disappear. He grunted quietly as he stared at his door. One thing was for certain, being a vampire made certain things a tad more difficult to bear. He could soon hear them talking about that an associate of his... well, through title. The other hunter was still with her. He sighed silently as he shook his head.

"Don't tell me a need to be a savior. Hopefully the poor sap can get out of there. But if I must..."

Jack sighed silently as he got to his feet and walked out of his room, the door creaking behind him as it sealed itself. The guns and sword rested underneath his coat. He wasn't going to start anything. He wanted it for protection. He wasn't stupid enough to barge in either. He decided just to lean against the wall next to the door. He stared at the wall in front of him, waiting patiently. His better senses told him to wait... but the voice of JR wanted some action. He had been restless lately, what with the lack of action on his part.

“And I believe you are imagining things, Creepy. I can't very well be swooning all over you every minute of my precious day.” But as she spoke, she did climb off Stan and trotted her way over to Luther. Cosette leaned forward over that invisible chair, reaching up her slender hands to cup Luther's face between her cold fingers. For a long moment, She said nothing more and just starred, barring into him with those clever blue eyes. She wasn't so sure she like the change in him, it was all thought he was boarding right on the edge of sanity. And certainly didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight. The only reason it concerned Cosette was that under the influence of insanity, people sometimes did horrid things without conscious thought on the matter. Even companions that might otherwise be safe under a light of fondness, might find themselves in the same danger as anyone else. In a sudden, unseen movement; Cosette had pressed closer and allowed their faces to brush as she whispered quietly against his ear.
“What did you do? I don't like the way you are acting.” If anything, Cosette was trying to calm him with her alluring blue eyes and melodic voice. Attempting to pull him under the same spell she did whenever she wanted something from him, but it was done purely out of concern now, for either herself or Luther.

“Oh, and you are just a pocket full of sunshine and daisies, Aren't you Stan? Miserable, tied-up and helpless. I should have gagged you too.” Cosette's focus on Luther slipped the instant Stan decided to open his mouth and tempt a poor insult that really made absolutely no sense to her, but it was enough to call her away and fix her attention back on earlier task. She swooped back up the knife that she had moments before set down in an unseen movement when she'd first approached Luther and now as she tiptoed around the coach, She leaned over from behind and attempted to once again catch Stan's bound arms.
“Your traitorous hippy friend is back, listening in on our little party. Eavesdropping is so rude.” Cosette was speaking louder, plenty audible enough to be heard through the walls without effort while she caught Stan and pulled him arms around to lay them out along the back of the sofa.”I wonder if I made you scream aloud, If your little comrade would come barding in to play the hero?”

Luther smiled sheepishly, the black smog of the insanity momentarily replaced with the pink haze of Cosette's charm, his eyes closing, they were starting to return to the calm. "I'm sorry." He said, as if he had spoken out of turn, "It's a long story." He then turned to Stan, "The character which you are imitating was a Frenchman you fool, do not try and beat an Englishman with references to Monty Python." He said this coldly, he had been swept up with the Monty Python fad back when it was still fresh, and had seen every single sketch, even the rather garish ones. "No you bloody well can't come in!" He shouted back after a short pause. "This is a medium sized apartment and I don't plan for this to become a party, and I knwo for a fact another guest is making his slow and retardé approach." He said Retardé in its original french, which meant Late. "Now, may I just ask why every hunter from here to Asabi Jian is in my Apartment?" He enjoyed this exageration, he said this to highlight the fact Zero hunters was too many, so One was a positive outrage. He took off his Bowler Hat and flattened his hair, it had gotten unruly since he had been wearing the hat... and been soaking it in blood.