[Poggio]

The long walk had left him cold, parched and drained. He was greeted by a perky young girl who clearly abused her free coffee perks. He swept by the other people in the cafe and found himself a window seat and was given a moment to read over the menu.

[littl3chocobo]

he was finishing the last of his coffee though the pastries remained uneaten when he grew too irritated running in aggressive circles around thoughts of gutting pyce he paid for his drink and headed back to the waiting car

[Poggio]

He perked up as he got his coffee, but then his mood was ruined by the red haired man walking out of the door. He paid his waitress and slipped out into the night, discretely waiting until the other had gotten into his vehicle before slipping into a near by resting cabbie. He spoke cliché movie words to the man, but as he fished out his card and told him to just charge it, the cabbie indulged him.

[littl3chocobo]

they did not get too far before the driver opened his mouth to blabber about a cab following them. he almost told the man to shut up but thoughts of the stalker played on his paranoia and he had the driver head back towards cirro's house. he did not realize he was reaching for the gris-gris until he touched bare neck. angrily he slammed his errant hand into his lap and slouched

[Poggio]

He paid the cabbie the hundred even though the fare was not worth it. He watched the man disappear inside and followed in the shadows. From his first two encounters with the house he had learned of two entry points but he decide to scale a tree and try from the upstairs, perhaps rather then it ending badly with some one hurt he could simply ease drop.

[littl3chocobo]

he stood waiting by the back window where the stalker has come in before and waited. several minutes passed before his patience paid off, however not in the way he had planned. from the floor, directly overhead there came the soft sound of a window frame dragging wood. if he had not been listening he would not have heard and he would place money bets that the man pyce was counting on it. silently as he could he moved from the window to slide against the wall next to the stairs. he would beat the man with his own moves

[Poggio]

The room was strangely sterile for a heroin addict. Sterile and full of candles, incense, and other miscellaneous objects that made Galvins skin crawl. He quietly stalked out of the room listening for sounds of Cirro. He paused before stepping on the last step. Galvin scanned as much of the room as he could. There still no signs of Cirro about the house. His eyes caught something that looked like an address book. He walked over to the wall dresser plucking the book off the table hoping to find an entry on Leveau.

[littl3chocobo]

when the man drew close he stepped out and quickly knocked the man face-first into the ground before pinning him. "you have followed me again, forget breaking your dainty little legs i should break your neck and be done with you"

[Poggio]

Caught off guard he had forgotten about the man. With his face slammed into the wood it reopened the wounds from his nose and Galvin could not breath. The weight of the man kept him from escaping, but he managed to turn his head. He sucked in shallow gasp of air. “Is..Cirro alright?” He coughed.

[littl3chocobo]

he felt his anger well at the words and quickly he slammed the head down a second time. "do not talk as if you cared. i am sick of you tormenting him and i am sick of you following me around. cirro has done nothing to you and yet you are not content with only harassing me, he is not a vampire, he is not my slave, he is a human fucking being. if you want to know what a fucking blood-buddy is i'd be willing to show you right now"

[Poggio]

When the pain from Kenneth most recent attack subsided he listened to what the man was saying and grew furious. “Bull shit.” He spat, angrily fighting against the hold not only on his head but the way his body was pinned down. He wasn't aware when the tides had turned but he was not a murderer of humans slaves or no. Galvin writhed and bucked so he could attack the man sitting on him. “You and all of your fucking minions will perish.” He said his voice full of loathing for the man, what little love or pity he had for Cirro dissolved with the bitter words.

[littl3chocobo]

his mouth turned up into a sinister grin. "then as my first minion feel free to die by your own hand." with no more words he wrenched the head and bit pyce hard enough to draw

[Poggio]

Galvin screamed. As the initial pain of being stabbed in the shoulder subsided, he felt as if he was having his blood drawn at the doctors office, at a much more rapidly numbing pace. He fought against it twisting his head but was finally subdued by darkness.

[littl3chocobo]

he could taste fear and adrenaline as he lapped and it was more arousing than his usual fare but he did not bite for pleasure only to hurt and ignoring the budding pleasure drank only until the man under him passed out. offering one final lick he got off and yanking the man up by his arm dragged him over to the couch. he didn't bother dressing the wound before leaving

[Poggio]

He woke up cold, and could not keep his limbs from shaking. Galvin rolled off the couch. The pain of so many head thrashings caused the room to spin. His fingers smoothed over the wounds on his throat and he coughed up drops of dried copper. He was so tired. He did not make it more then a few paces before his knees buckled.

[littl3chocobo]

the driver said nothing about his appearance and he said nothing to the man in return. climbing into the back once more he pressed the button to roll up the divider and called his little brother. if anyone was able to get a mess cleaned the brat's greasy little friends could do it well. cirro would not have to know what happened in his house