NIC:

A sigh...

Why HIM!?, out of all bloody people on the streets at this hour, yes all none of them, why did he have to get his urge to sink his fangs into flesh, and make it this idiot!? Nic barely knew the turd and already was growing tired of him, he merely stood there.. waiting... just waiting for the moment he would collapse... any moment... yep... okay...

But no, not yet. With a quick last deflection of a flying coin, Nic glanced every once in a while to his victim's not to threatening wand. Its wooden figure pointed directly at his lifeless one. But slowly Nic was beginning to realize that he doubted this kid knew much, if not anything. He stayed slightly wary, but was pretty hardy on doubting the boy's skills. Still, the thump, thump, thump of Larry's quickly beating heart echoed like mad through Nic's heightened senses and little mastered abilities. The vibrations and radiations of Larry's pulse were traveling like mad through Nic. But he was patient... he would wait...

Then, there it was. He watched the boy go pale as parchment, eyeing the weakness of his pulse and feeling the beat of his bloodthirsty heart begin to die off. Finally! But... Nic remained where he was, he had stopped taking steps towards the deranged teen. Watching as his wand fell and the boy fell to the ground, raging with pain. Nic couldn't help but lightly begin a smirk, thank the devil it worked, he was beginning to doubt it for a second...

Yet another sigh...

Nic was feeling a small bit of enjoyment upon hearing Larry's scream of pain, he watched as he laid in the street, no longer was this a joke as the boy had thought. Stupid humans... mortal they were always messing with things they shouldn't be... reading unreliable maps beneath a Knockturn Alley street lamp, expecting nothing to further happen. Amusing at times, yes, but stupid? always...

Nic's chocolate gaze, narrowed, his smirk growing heavier as Larry continued to fidget, grasping neither for life or death as his body shifted and changed. He was stuck right in between the portal to both worlds, slowly making his way to a quite different form of death then normally defined, he would hear, see, and feel things differently, he held no heartbeat, no reflection, not a single shadow... As his victim lay there now unconscious, Nic's glance cut from him the moment his heart beat its last moment. Nic's smirk faded, and he thought his head slowly turned to the cobblestone street before him, where there was indeed not a single ounce of shadow reflecting off his figure, he was neither dead nor alive, he was stuck in between, just like the fool laying upon the street... Oh well! life's life! he would take it back if he could, or at least like the return of his soul, but that wasn't an option, the only option he had wasn't even an option, or a choice, it was a law to be abided...

Nic slowly took the few remaining steps he needed towards the unconscious Cooper kid laying before him. "Play dead..." he flashed a small smile, the blank tone to his unamused voice sounded. Using his superhuman abilities, Nic's heightened strength allowed him to raised the kid from the ground, and launch him over one shoulder with ease. As he began his silent walk his gaze cut to the boys watch, he paused in his steps before picking it up and continuing, engulfed by shadows...

Within what seemed like moments if you were asleep... Nic's terrain seemed to turn more soft and spongy. More like grass than hard, cold cobblestone. He kept his pace good and silent, his black coat allowing him to glide quietly instead of trip and shout to the darkness that he was there, not like the cemetery guard had anything to say anymore... his due date was long passed overdue on Nic's watch, so the cemetery is relatively abandoned, compounded by a few stray stones from years ago with dead bouquet's at their seats in the grass. With a quite rousing kick, Nic lazily flung open the wooden doors to his lair. More like a big hole in the ground with no windows or light what so ever. It was dark and hard, yet warm enough surprisingly. Blood lined shelves in one corner, a gigantic maroon intricately laid rug spread out along the concrete floor, a suave black couch before a dead fire pit. A large desk layered with papers and books, as well as today's newspaper, on a platform just a step above from all of this was a large king sized bed, drape din blood red sheets, it wasn't more then your average bed, beside it on both sides, as well as scattered randomly around were concrete slabs with no pillow, a good place for a nap by choice, Nic wasn't partial to 'hanging by the ceiling...' (He would cringe in puzzlement when a kid might say that or he'd read it in some weird kid's book, as well as their other outlooks on bloodsuckers... No matter, the place was spacious enough, though it may have lacked light, there was many a lamp and light cascading just above them. Not but an old body mirror sat in cobwebs in the corner in darkness...

LARRY:

Slowly the teenager regained consciousness. His eyes flickered open for only a moment and he felt himself bobbing along on Nic's shoulder and catching a glimpse of them exiting Knockturn Alley before he slipped back into darkness. The next time his eyes opened was when he was still bouncing along and draped over his new mentor's shoulder now inside of a dark but neatly-furnished home of sorts. It felt as if it might be underneath the ground or something like that. He hadn't been awake for the journey though the graveyard and had no idea where he was now.

It was a nice little room, even if it was a bit gloomy for Larry's taste. But what was awesome was however dark it was, Larry could still see. Because his vision was like woah better. And so was his hearing. Aaauhg, everything was being so loud! He clamped his hands to his ears and winced- this was certainly going to take some getting used to. He had a headache and every noise was making it even worse- this was just like his first hangover, when he had gotten one after trying firewhiskey for the first time. Well, this was getting to be not that bad. Maybe this would be okay.

Then there was the fact that he was draped over some guy's shoulder, which was really strange. It was the vampire that had attacked me. Larry still felt rather weak from the change and didn't really feel like trying to wriggle off of Nic's back and flee; he just didn't have the energy. But as he dangled there, amused by the thought that the blood was NOT rushing to his head because he didn't have any; he realized something. Something that he of course had to loudly point out no matter how much it might have proved better for him if he had just kept his mouth closed.

"Saaay, don't vampires usually take women down to their lairs like this to woo them or something?" he speculated from over Mercer's shoulder. Another thought came to mind and he waved his hands and shook his head, even if he was behind Nic and the guy probably couldn't see him. "..Because hey, woah, nothing against you- gay guys are awesome- but I just don't go that way."

NIC:
Yea, it really wasn't that spectacular of an... anything, that's why it was nice, no one expected it, and if they did, they were too stupid to be wandering through stolen property 'owned' by a servant of the underworld.

The moment Larry had opened his eyes Nic had known but did nothing of the sort to stop or block any other movement the boy may made, he just kept on with his smooth, more of a sauntering walk as usual, like nothing had just happened, all the while satisfying another small craving; he raised a crisp white pack of cigarettes up to his lips, drew one and then replaced them back to his pocket while retrieving his lighter in the same one. Lighting it, he merely continued, in what seemed like a small hop, the man had cleared a chain linked fence just behind Borgan and Burkes, and kicked open the short black gate to the cemetery, surprisingly it hadn't flung off its hinges.

As he entered the lair he had once again noticed that Larry had awoken, and this time his voice did as well, it seemed Sleepy-head wasn't any different from when Nic had sired him in the streets. At his first comment Nic chose to say nothing, he just walked towards his desk, lightly rolling his eyes and continuing, he couldn't help but momentarily smile at the fact the kid had some knowledge of Vampires, it wasn't exactly an ability, but it was taken as one quite often, especially if your were talking specifically about Nic Mercer.

As though Nic was expecting Larry to say his frozen for what seemed like half a moment time stood still. His eyes went a blaze with fury and the once easygoing vampire was now in killing mode. He took Larry from his shoulder and with a pushing gesture he flung the boy across the Lair, taking quick, vigorous steps he let a low growl sound from his voice... The moment Larry had met the wall on the other side, which probably would have killed him if human, a slender, uneven wooden stake followed close behind, just grazing the boy's shoulder, catching a bit of his jacket before imbedding itself deep within the concrete, "Next time!, I WON'T MISS!..." his booming voice echoed through the lair, it was obvious he was British and pissed off so far... He chose to save name calling for later, and merely turned around again shifting through papers on his desk as though looking for something, he ignored the fact he had narrowly missed Larry's chest, and merely left him there, failing to explain why it was he had any stakes or crucifixes in his layer... It was a long story, and probably one this kid was eventually going to gruelingly draw out of the Vampire, or taunt him about until his mentor actually said something relative to the long story...

But now, he was pissed and busy, keeping a careful watch on the boy behind him he refused to take any crap at the moment, all he needed to do was find something...

Aw, typical Nic...

LARRY:

HEY COOL VAMPIRES CAN FLLLY!

Ohwait. He was just flying through the air because he had been bodily thrown across the room by a rather pissed-off Nic. If Larry had known he was so sensitive about his sexual orientation he wouldn't have brought it up- the poor guy probably hadn't come out of the closet yet. Only about half these those could really make it through Larry's head because the rest of them were knocked out of his brain as he thudded against the wall. Neat-o, he wasn't dead! Wait. Yes he was. ...But he wasn't completely dead. He was just... un-dead but not in the good sense.

It also didn't hurt as much as he thought being slammed into a brick wall would. So far these little perks of being a vampire were awesome- or maybe it was just his own brute strength. Yeah, that was it. He had always been a huge muscley man that attracted all the women. Oh, never mind, that was insert famous Quidditch player here, not him. He was the weak kid with sticks-for-arms and couldn't fly a broom if someone permanently charmed him to the back of a bucking Hawkswing. Larry opened his eyes and there was a pointy thing zooming towards him- uuur.

Zwing and thud! It embedded itself into the concrete wall- and also through his jacket. It had been his favorite jacket, too, and now it had a huge hole in it where his shoulder should have been. Larry sat there against the wall with his jacket arm pinned to it, looking at Nic as he raged and rumbled and finally just started shoving papers everywhere in a fit of wrath. He had covered his ears and winced when Mercer had yelled- uuugh, these new enhanced scenes were killing is ears. And ooooh, what was that smell? It smelled like.. dead stuff. Oh, great. That was probably him.

"...Why'd you throw a stick at me?" Larry questioned bluntly, going to tug the stake out of the wall. It was buried pretty deep, and looked like it would take some effort that Larry just didn't have to get it out. He pulled- and it slid out like a cork. Man, this super-vampire-strength stuff was brilliant! He inspected the... fence post... that Nic had thrown at him and then looked back at his new mentor questioningly. Could've at least tried to kill him with something more interesting than a STICK.

NIC:

By this time, only an idiot would think messing with Nic was still harmless. So apparently, this rare idiot wasn't just an idiot, he was a complete and total dip-shit, all this vocabulary circled in Nic's head, he had his moments when he lost his temperament quite badly, sometimes killing a human or two not even for feeding. Aw, he was mad... Though many quickly stopped, not really wanting to piss him off any further, some screamed and trembled in a corner, something Nic preferred more then just standing there frozen, although that was when senses came in handy. He could highly sense their stress levels every step he took, one of his battle skills, no? Apart from sensing his opponent's weaknesses and when they were growing tired of fighting, where he grew stronger, not literally, but mentally... He fed off fear...

So far, this victim was doing a good job really getting on his edge, and it seemed he wasn't going to stop, sadly enough Nic knew he wasn't given permission to kill an 'offspring' of his. Along with many of his sired victims, they had to stick with him for a good rest of their lives, and so far, Larry was one of about three that survived out of the number roughly in the hundreds somewhere... Besides, if he did take it into account to kill his latest 'offspring' then Drusilla was bound to be on top of him in rage, which would send a worthy Nic into submission, the only submission he stood for, his sire... The moment he would stake Larry, was the moment Drusilla would pop up behind him, a quite pissed look upon her face, and that was quite an understatement...

So Nic took care of this deranged teen. Whether or not it was good didn't matter, as long as Nic said what he needed, he could have cared less if the boy was bitten by a werewolf...

He continued to steadily ruffle through stray papers, his head narrowed over the desk, his long black coat draping still over his shoulder, seemingly never moving. His black undershirt blending with it. The momentary sparkle of a thick black leather belt that held up his jeans was really all that showed besides the ones at his black boot's, and from his neck to the top of his head. The atmosphere was mixed with stupidity and anger. After trying to ignore what the kid had just said, Nic continued to shuffle through papers and parchments. Lifting stacks to one side of the table before finally finding it. His carefree expression quite calm and nonchalant as he slowly turned around. No smile or satisfied smirk was seen on his face, he was just reading over the unheard of scribbles and designs along the paper, he obviously being fluent in it wasn't the only one in the room that was. Easily, Larry too could read it without the slightest problem.

Swallowing all raging fear that Nic really wanted to just dump out on Larry, he managed to pop a small, easy going smile. He crossed one black boot over the other, toe to floor. He leaned the rest of himself against the desk top smoothly. His hands gripping delicately at the parchment. He glanced up from it to meet Larry's gaze. His smile had obviously faded by now. "I still don't know your name..." he spoke smoothly and as casually as could be, but if Larry's headache wasn't too strong to sense Nic's still quite angry atmosphere level, then answering him without causing anymore trouble for himself would be the best option. Let's hope he wouldn't be dumb for at least a moment...

LARRY:

Oh look, Mr. Probably Not a Homosexual was finally paying some attention to Larry. While the older vampire hadn't bothered to answer the teenager's question about the hurled 'stick', at least he was smiling. Er, he hoped that was a smile. Grins just looked much more different when there were two pointy fangs smiling at him- and now Larry's own goofy smile was doomed to be the same. Hopefully being a vampire wasn't going to turn off girls. But it seemed to only last for a few moments before disappearing again as Nic finally decided to speak at a reasonable inside-voice tone.

Nic had asked for his name- or at least implied it. As a matter of fact, Larry hadn't gotten his new mentor's name yet. Wasn't that impolite? But Larry was going to be the bigger man in this situation and give his name first even if Mercer didn't want to. So he stuck out his now ironically 'deathly' pale hand to his sire and grinned proudly as he introduced himself. "Larry! I'm Larry Cooper. And what's your name?" He questioned, still ready to shake hands if Nic wanted to. Oooh, maybe he had some cool vampire names. Didn't vampires take on cooler names when they were turned into the children of the night?

Because 'LARRY THE VAMPIRE' just sounded stupid. Dracula was a cool name. Nosferato was a cool name. Vlad was a cool name. Larry just wasn't. The kid guessed that Nic was going to have a super-cool vampire name, too. And he was disappointed that Mercer wasn't speaking in a Transylvanian accent- didn't all vampires speak like that? 'I vant to sook your bludd!' and things like it? Maybe they came over time or Nic was just covering up his -real- accent with a British one. It did sound rather realistic, though.

NIC:

Nic starred at the teenager as he watched him hold a grin to his still fangless jaw, they would come soon, he figured, he'd lost track of how long it took his own to do the same, it wasn't.. because before he knew it, Larry would need to feed... No problem, there was a 20 year old not-so-much-a-virgin anymore in the back still somewhat fresh from the night before... It would be lesson number one, the basic survival lesson...

Honestly, this was getting old, and the kid still wasn't giving up... Nic starred at him with quite the 'evil', blank, empty look in his dark gaze. He was only three feet away, and Nic was fighting the monster inside of him wanting to unleash on Larry. He kept one hand on the parchment before him, scribbled with random designs and lettering, all of it just the language of hell really, no big deal to either of them... He refused to even look at the boy's hand as it was flung forward. Nic's free hand quietly lifted to the burning cigarette limply sitting between his lips and relieved them of it for a moment. Upon lifelessly blowing the streams through his nose, it had taken him a while to inhale something again, but it wasn't too difficult... the smoke scattered off the parchment, and Nic just starred eerily a Larry still... taking a few moment of doing nothing before listening to Larry's abrupt reply. Nic blinked a few times before slowly glancing from Larry to his hand, back to the parchment... He tried to ignore the fact the kid had asked boldly for his mentors. Nic tolerated it until the moment he read he needed to inform his latest turn around of his own name. "Nic..." was all he simply replied, his low blank voice had to feeling to it, he continued to read as he had said his name, trying to run the boy's quite average run through his own head, really not giving a shit, but that wasn't what it said he had to do on the paper, sooo... he thought about it...

"How old are you?..." once again his smooth, quite aged English accent sounded, once again without feeling for he didn't care... The kid could be six and he was going to train him how suck his first artery in about five minutes... Still... as he was, Nic continued to acknowledge the boy, skimming through the survey crap he was forced to do this time. Transylvania?! What the heck, they're not German if that's what the kid was getting at... amusing.. this was going to be quite the fun tries to hold back tears training session...

LARRY:

"Nic, eh? That's a brill.." he trailed off as he noticed Nic's obvious disinterest. "...iant name." He mumbled the rest of the word and sentence to himself and looked around for something more interesting to happen. This kid had a very short attention span, which his new teacher would probably grow to rue if he hadn't already. Nic had a cool name. Nic the Sucker of Souls had such a nicer ring to it than Larry the Little Lucifer. He needed a new name. Something cooler. Like Deathbringer or Daemon or Nightdarkdeathwing. Not Larry Cooper.

"Oh, I'm seventeen. Just turned so last July, I did. Now I'm of age and can get firewhiskey, I can. D'you like firewhiskey? I don't like it all that much- but I guess we're supposed to like blood more than firewhiskey..." after he had mentioned proudly that he was of age, the rest of his conversation seemed to be held more with himself than with Nic. The older vampire probably wasn't all that interested in the younger's drinking habits anyways. This time Larry didn't ask how old Nic was- he would have guessed the man was in this thirties or something. He wasn't aware of the extremely long lifespan of vampires yet.

"OW." Larry complained suddenly, holding a hand to his jaw. Oop, there go the fangs, just a tad longer and sharper, much more.. vampire-like. He prodded and poked them a few times, running his tongue across them and testing the point with it. Ace! Now he was a real vampire. Maybe now he would have the cool accent because somehow big long fangs did that. He wasn't really sure if just popping up and saying 'I want to suck your blood!' and hoping to have the accent would make Nic in any better of a mood, so he held back.

Hmm. He smelled something burning. Cooper ignored it for a moment until he felt a burning sensation in his... rear. He hopped up as if he was sitting on a stove, since that's what he thought might have happened- but there didn't seem to be anything producing heat around him... other than his bottom. He shifted around uncomfortably, trying not to call attention to himself- but it was no use. It was burning his butt cheeks off. Larry let out a little whimper and started to dance around a bit, patting fruitlessly at his trousers as if to put out some imaginary fire.

Maybe crucifix boxers hadn't been the best idea to wear that night.

NIC:

Good, at least he was beginning to catch on, because thank hell's bell's that Nic didn't hold some sort of writing device in his hands, or it would have just as easily been shoved through this kid's eye. But thankfully, as his deadly gaze slowly shifted up to Larry, gazing at him just under his furrowed brows, saying nothing and remaining silent. It was just one of his many expressions, almost all Larry had seen so far, not a surprise...

As Larry quietly finished off his meaningless comment, Nic continued to tolerate him and merely awaited his answer for the next question... Once again... Nic still had his cigarette between his fingers, its glowing tip slowly burning away with ease as it remained untouched. Nic raised that hand to his forehead, rubbing just above his eyebrow for a moment. Satan needed to show up any moment to kill him, it was destiny... Well now it seemed Nic was getting a bit dramatic, but he was seriously going insane. "Hey, Larry!..." Nic's voice somewhat raised, to not exactly a scream, but it was also not a calm tone. "Guess what?... no one cares, alright?..." Nic gazed at him for a moment, his voice level had once again returned to normal. A few moments after he stopped talking, Larry had nearly silently finished his last few syllables.

As Nic glanced at Larry again, this time the boy seemed lost in amusement, his slimy tongue groping at his newfound fangs, while smiling, good god this child could keep himself amused for ages. Good to know now that Nic thought about it. Not bad a size of fangs really, was the only normal observance he could make. Blinking heavily once he turned back to the parchment.

With that, Nic returned his cigarette to his mouth, watching Larry for a moment before turned back to the parchment and reading on while talking. "Do y---" he stopped midway, he too smelling something burning. He tolerated it for a moment, instead he double took upwards to see Larry whimpering and kind of running in circles. At first he really wanted to say nothing, but then thought again, his gaze narrowing in more of puzzlement this time then frustration. Immediately he realized what it was and silently sighed, his gaze raising slightly before he placed a hand on a bouncing and screaming Larry's shoulder, reaching into his back pockets, as quick but as swift as he could, Nic searched for a crucifix, although he may not have much more luck with it, he'd be able to throw it somewhere, but.. that was odd, there wasn't anything there... he watched and Larry jumped up and down still... He blinked a few times, still confused at to what it may be... From what he could remember of his siring it wasn't exactly part of the change...

LARRY:

By now it felt like someone was cooking some hot cross buns.

By now it felt like someone was cooking some hot cross buns. The poor kid was hopping around, clutching his bottom and attempting not to scream or cry or something un-manly/vampirish... which turned into him just clenching his teeth and fangs together and breathing very quickly through them and totally defeated the purpose. Bouncing around on his toes didn't relieve any of the pain but Larry thought that maybe it would, and finally Nic had decided to come over and do something about his obvious discomfort.

Aaand that was definitely not what Larry had wanted him to do to help. Shoving his hand down his pants was defiantly not helping the situation and was only making it worse. Okay, so it was his back pocket, but it was still pretty dark close. Thankfully Larry was in too much pain to make any comments about how Nic should just come out of the closet already- but also just accept the fact that Larry was going to stay as straight as a pole and there wasn't anything the Nic could do to change that. He continued to run around on the balls of his feet, grabbing at his pants.

"What's wroooong?!" He wailed, trying to find whatever the source was of all this discomfort. Aaah, his pants. It was his pants! Sure, this might not be very helpful to poor Nic and him wrestling with trying not to reveal his obvious homosexual ways to Larry, but the kid just knew that there was something in his pants that was doing this- so the best way to solve this butt-burning problem was to just get out of his pants, which he did. Aaand then continued hopping around in his ... amazingly hot- in more ways than one- crucifix boxers.

NIC:

Poor, poor kid... to bad Nic was almost enjoying this, especially after helping him failed to work at all... and apparently wasn't exactly liked by the owner of the pair of jeans. But hey, maybe trying to help him wasn't going to be in the greatest intentions. No matter, let it burn... let it burn...

Besides, all Nic needed was a bit of popcorn and a large Type 'A' and he'd be set for the rest of the night until the boy was a pile of ashes on the floor. But still, he couldn't say he was quite confused, he watched as Cooper ran in circles still, screaming as best he could not to give away his complete decency, but also to let every person there, which was him, Nic, and the ten other people outside, buried 6 feet under. Who Nic couldn't say were resting in peace at the moment. Common! even though they were dead didn't mean an un-dead couldn't sense them! It was repetitive, actually, quite good company when there wasn't a virgin in Nic's bed...

That was probably the last thing Nic was thinking about at the moment. No matter, he was trying to help, and apparently, it wasn't exactly what the kid wanted... So he stopped. Retrieving his hands he noticed nothing was changing, so he just leaned against his desk, awaiting the moment when Larry actually did something about this. In the meantime Nic continued to suck at his pretty much harmless cigarette. Blowing puffs of smoke out before him or streaming through his nose. This was probably the first time in a long time that Nic had been quite amused but bored at the same time. He turned around to fix a fallen pile of parchment.

As he turned back around he noticed a pile of denim on the floor with a leather belt, and a young man running around his layer in a pair of quite un-called for boxers. "Woah! HEY!... Kid, I found your problem..." At first he hadn't notice, for he was more set on looking away, but tried to think quickly when he noticed what the print was on the pair of boxers. Swiftly he put out his ending cigarette, blowing a couple streams from his nose, he then ran for his bed, grabbing a sheet. "Should have moved on down the street..." he mumbled mainly to himself, before tossing a white ball of sheets at him, watching as it flew at Larry's face. "Do us a favor, and relieve yourself behind something..." he called out again he moved out of the way as Larry continued to scream and fidget around. He wished he could stop the mindless noise himself, but that was going over the edge, as was doing pretty much everything else in his book he'd just done, he didn't expect he'd be helping the turd already... Then again, judging by the display in the Streets, it wasn't like he hadn't exactly thought twice before siring Larry, but years of instinct had overtaken choice at that point...

LARRY:

Oh, good, Nic had found out what was wrong. Larry still didn't see, since he didn't know all these upsides and downsides about being a vampire yet. Really all he knew about vampires was that he was one, Nic was one, and about every untrue myth about them you could think of including Transylvanian accents and being able to turn into a bat. Oh, and he knew that they liked to suck blood, which was one of the true things about vampires that he knew. At least he knew something about them. But this whole weakness to religious symbols was still a mystery to him. What was so wrong about his boxers that had been a rather embarrassing gift to him from his catholic grandmother?

He caught the sheets that Nic had tossed to them and streaked off to some place where he could get a bit of privacy, scooping up his jeans along the way. With the sheet held in front of him he quickly slithered out of his boxers.. and then stood there for a moment wondering why Nic had asked him to 'relieve himself' when he didn't have to use the bathroom- do vampires even ever have to do that?- and there wasn't a bathroom around. Hey, look! Thankfully for some odd reason he was wearing a pair of also embarrassing tighty whiteys on underneath. And they weren't making his bottom burn.

He slipped back into his jeans and tightened his belt, then ventured to pick up his boxers- and quickly dropped them as if they were a hot iron. Frowning, he kicked the piece of clothing over to where Mercer was and tossed the sheets back at his teacher (who probably didn't want them now) and then looked down at his favorite pair of underwear that were silently smoking on the floor. Cooper still held a hand to his stinging bottom, but it wasn't erupting in flames any more, thank goodness. He looked back up at Nic and ventured another question.

"So, uh, why're my skivvies smoking?"

NIC:

Oooooof course he didn't, just another reason why Nic couldn't leave him in the middle of the street, not because of a guilt trip, but because if he did, Drusilla was going to have his head. Lovely life he led, eh?

In Nic's honest opinion he felt there were no upsides to being a vampire, thus having to ego, he merely found the super-human strength and whole I can't die thing to be very useful... Okay fine, they were upsides, but you'd never catch Nic really saying anything he liked about being a blood-sucker of the night. No daylight... no soul... he could go on forever. No problem though, Larry would be able to learn the basics of what a vampire can and can't do, and it was all gonna be daytime television for this old vampire! For example, inability to walk passed a line of seeds or beads for the urge to count them, inability to walk into sunlight, maybe go to The House of Mirrors at the carnival with dear Larry, just to see what would happen... wasn't he sweet... But hey! How else was he gonna have every little detail drilled into his mind unless he experienced it? Oh, and he'd need to pay a visit to an old mortal friend to give Larry a lesson in 'Invitation Only's' Maybe this would be so bad, Nic got to watch his pupil suffer, while Larry... learned?

Nic winced slightly and turned away as it was the moment Larry took the sheets. It wasn't like he didn't have anything Nic has seen before, but he honestly didn't feel up to the challenge, he wasn't that much of a life mentor. At least, that was what he wanted to think, he was in for more then he knew.

"Don't---" Nic had sensed Larry was coming back from putting his pant's back on and noticed he was about to pick the boxers up, being a bit to late on his warning he lightly sighed and as he turned around watched them land at his feet. With a thick black boot he kicked them out into a shadowed abyss, where they both could obviously see them, but then again didn't exactly want to touch them... With this little episode finally done, Nic's blank expression turned back finally to Larry.

"Boy, there's too much you need to learn, and all of it's with experience, remember that..." after his little speech, Nic had been reading the parchment at the same time, but only for a few seconds before actually answering Cooper's question. "You had a bunch of crucifixes on them, you know being a vampire, and neither of us can touch them. So if you go to church I suggest you stop now... Besides you can't enter the building... Don't ask why! You'll learn..." Nic raised a hand to stop Larry from even starting that dreaded word. Besides, as he thought before, it's more amusing to watch his apprentice fail, while he watched with a smirk... Fun, fun, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

LARRY:

Larry frowned as Nic 'disposed' of his skivvies by dumping them into a dark-but-not-to-vampires-who-can-see-in-the-dark!corner. He had really liked those. His grandmother had given them to him. Yes, his grandmother was a borderline crazy catholic and thought that bargain boxers with ickle crosses all over would be just a luverly gift for her lickle Larrykins. He hadn't thought so at first, but they really were comfortable. Seriously. You wouldn't think so, but they were.

Moving on. Vampires can't touch crucifixes? Well, that's dumb. He would have said so if Nic hadn't thrown a stake at him earlier, but he had learned something from this whole experience- which is to try not to piss off Nic. The boy's eyes widened considerably when his mentor mentioned that he couldn't attend church anymore. But his family were membeeers. They were in lots of little organization thingies. Communion was next week! That would be a whopper of a sin to confess beforehand- 'Dear God, I'm a spawn of Satan. Sorry. Oops. I knew being a wizard was bad before, buuut now I'm a vampire too. Amen.'

"Wh-" He got the first part of the word out before Nic quickly cut off his question. So he'd learn all this stuff later? Well, that was stupid. Being a vampire sucked. ((...ANOTHER PUN. SUCKED. BLOOD. SUCKED. AHAHA. witty on accident)) Except for super-strength'n stuff. That was pretty cool. He poked his fang with his finger again, testing it out. Yup, it was sharp. Mhm, pointy. He looked interestedly at the piece of parchment that Nic had been reading and writing ever since he had come in. "What's that?" He said, trying to peer at the paper.

NIC:
With a sarcastic sigh Nic gave a fake frowning face as he glanced at his shadow engulfed boxers, but it faded and he explained the church thing to Larry quite briefly. Well hey, maybe he was holding off on the explanations a bit too much, besides, the more he got done in the shortest amount of time meant less time with Larry in the slowly coming future. Yes... slow.. just like Larry... MOVING ON!

"Well, I guess, seeing as your going to be spending over half of your 'new' life with the per--.. the thing standing in front of you... that you mine as well learn now..." he spoke with a calm, sensible tone towards Larry, his fingers lightly and quickly holding up quotation signs as he spoke new. He mentally caught Larry's obvious upset expression about attending church and blinked, Nic had never attended before and obviously wasn't about to start. Being who he was he hadn't an ounce of compassion for the lad, so instead ignored comforting for now and let the lad get over himself. "So.. since your obviously keen on the church thing..." as he spoke he lighted yet another cigarette, holding a hand momentarily to his heartless chest, the hard bone that encased everything packaged there pounded lightly against his hand, he removed it and flashed a small smile before continuing. "One, if you touch a crucifix or any holy object you can touch, your flesh will burn, quite painfully... you've already experienced it... Two, stay clear of holy water as well, if enough it used you could die, just.. don't touch it, it'll burn you too... Three, You can't enter a church because they are sacred grounds of the upstairs (he points up), no evil creature such as a demon, werewolf, or us can enter on behalf of our pledge to a dark force (He hoped to Satan Larry wouldn't make a Star Wars joke out of that)... All set for lesson two?" With that he flashed a dangerous, momentary smile, not but a glance was caught of his long set of poisonous fangs before they disappeared once more, obviously he did this on purpose, indicating the next lesson was involved with life requirement... Nic took one last glance to the parchment in his hand and skimming the rest of it as he spoke he figured he'd pretty much done all of it... If not he was going to...

"You have five seconds for questions..." he spoke quickly blowing a stream of smoke from between his cold lips.

LARRY:

Larry listened rather impatiently to all these rules Nic was spitting out. Uuugh, he hated rules. This teenager had a very short attention span when it came to boring things like rules, so learning about how anything from church would singe his fingers off his attention began to waver. Hey look, there was a piece of dirt floating right in front of his nose! His eyes crossed as he watched it, Nic's words floating through one ear, registering about halfway in his brain and then meandering out the other one.

Laa laa, look at the piece of floating fuzz... something about water... something about darkness. He was afraid of the dark. At least now he could see in it. Something about werewolves. At least he wasn't a werewolf. Finally the piece of fuzz just drifted off somewhere else and got lost from his better-than-average vision and all Larry had left to do was focus on Nic again and what he was saying. He caught the 'you have five seconds for questions' part. If Nic thought that he wasn't going to take full advantage of that, he was wrong. Dead wrong. Or undead wrong in their case.

"Whatareyouwriting-isitsomethingaboutme-doIhavesuperstrengthnow-howcanvampiresdie-whydidyouthrowthatstickatmeearlier-whatareyoureading-wheredobabiescomefrom-canvampireswearbraces-whathappensifItrytokissmygirlfriend-notthatIhaveonebutifIdid-wouldshebeavampire-canvampiresfly-where'smycoolaccent?"

NIC:

Slowly Nic had glanced up from kind of spacing off as well, as he informed Larry quite importantly on everything it took not to hurt or even kill himself.. not... that... Nic would have minded... But yea... that.. that would have been quite a shame to lose him.. yep... Looks like there's gonna be church on Sunday! For Larry that was.. Nic was gonna act like nothing was wrong, open the door wide open into the daylight for the kid, and watch as he hopefully sauntered out...

Anyways, Nic had noticed Larry's eyes cross. His straight-forward and somewhat narrowed gaze was slowly narrowing further quite gradually. Until his near-whispering voice had completely stopped. Trying to put the fact the boy had looked like he was an overgrown five year old behind him, Nic turned back down to the parchment before him, speaking quite normally yet again, this time speaking out an unnegotiabe demand...

Oh... Sweet... Moth--

This couldn't be true... No... This all had to be some fort of nightmare, not that that would be terrible, so really this was some sort of fantastic dream circulating his head, and these hours of the day were actually just very long... Oh Hell, Nic had actually begun searching for a wooden stake. His expression starred at Larry as the boy finished within the five seconds Nic had been barely mumbling. He couldn't believe it... Over the five, somewhat long moments, Nic's expression had gone from flat to flatter... His gaze from threatening to overly deadly... Satan forbid this kid should even have a girlfriend... Yes he had actually caught one of the questions Larry had asked him. Nic tried to throw this all aside. With silence he closed his eyes for a moment before whispering a couple dying words.

"Follow me..." his gaze opened once more as he slowly walked into the shadows, heading straight for another doorway.

"Lesson two..." Nic's voice picked up its volume and strength yet again as it somewhat echoed off the walls of a small, death scented dungeon. "In order for you to stay alive sadly you'll have to learn the necessities of actually living, there aren't many, and this is your main one... "Meet, Sarah, just graduated... Pity she had to become dinner... quite.. Now, your lesson is feeding, it's quite simple really just... feed..." Nic sort of gestured towards Sarah, finding it a bit difficult on describing how to do it. he tried to think as he spoke, but figured he'd let Larry try on his own before demonstrating or explaining...