The Doc will see you now.

[Leah (DELETED 5369)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Doc: The nights seemed to run together. That happened when you fell into a rut, which is what Doc was in. A ******* rut. Night after night, in the QZ killing ferals. Why? Because the majority of the city's vampires were ******* **** for brains idiots. They cared more about getting their jollies than observing the masquerade. At this rate, he figured the holocaust part two would be hitting them sometime next month.. if something major wasn't done.

Leah Fforde: Leah was new to this world, new to the city, her fangs wouldn't retract and she was wandering, aimless and bored. She wasn't wearing much either but with her tanned skin and Spanish accent, people didn't question her clothing choice, they just avoided the inked up, pierced woman. The raven haired girl peered into shop and car windows alike, looking for something, anything of value she could sell, or give to Jesse.

Doc: Doc almost overlooked the woman that he only viewed from the rear, until he saw the ink. At which point he stopped and turned to follow the petite female. She didn’t dress like her, nor did she walk like her. But it was interesting to see another petite dark haired female with a penchant for ink. He closed in close enough to realize she was not human, at which point he fell back and followed from a distance. He had not met this one before.

Leah Fforde: Leah carried on, unaware of her new stalker as she circled the block a few times, deciding there was nothing of value before moving to the other side of the street and repeating the process, her full sized dragon tattoo perfectly visible on her entire back as she wandered round, occasionally checking her phone before looking round slowly, ducking into a nearby alley in the hopes of catching a meal, or at least someone to rob.

Doc: In his previous life, he hadn’t given females much attention. He had rarely dated and when he did it was a colleague or business associate, but since the beginning of this new life of his, he was finding he had a distinct appreciation for dark haired petite females. That’s what drew him to Minx at first. But that didn’t turn out so well. And here he was falling back into a predictable pattern. He hated being predictable, but he was just admiring the scenery. At least that’s what he told himself. When the female ducked into an alley, he paused, lit a cigarette, and waited.

Leah Fforde: She was hiding in the shadows for quite a while, any fine hearing would pick up on the scuffling and the sudden, faint gurgle of a dying human as Leah drained them dry. Leaving the body with nothing more than a purposely placed stab wound in the nearest dumpster. Smelling the cigarette in the distance, she left the alley, wiping the blood from the edge of her lips as she turned to face the direction of smoke, holding out her own packet "Have a light?"

Doc: Doc watched her saunter his direction, eying her obvious assets without trying to hide it. When she paused and asked for a light, he reached into his pants pocket, pulled a lighter and wordlessly lit it for her. He presumed she was feeling that afterglow of being sated from a 'meal'. He studied her openly before finally saying, "I'm Doc." and nothing more.

Leah Fforde: She quickly lit up her own smoke and sighed contently, letting her heavy lids shut before opening them halfway with a grin, noticing him eying up her assets "Staring is rude. Your parents did tell you that Si?" Her Spanish accent was thick, but the Cartel ink on her knuckles showed her Mexican birth.

Doc: Doc smirked and made a more obvious point of staring at what she was showing off. "Not much my parents told me.. that I chose listened to." He paused and canted his head to the side in an obvious leer. "Besides.. You like the attention."

Leah Fforde: "Si, it's true, but this outfit isn't for that! I'm new here.. I wasn't planning on staying but didn't get much choice. I met some guy who was a little loco and now I'm stuck here." She shrugged, not too bothered by it in all honesty as she watched him staring "You don't get out much huh?"

Doc: "I like that outfit.. it allows for just the right amount of bounce.. " he said judiciously, as though he had actually be calculating it while she approached him. As to her other comment about him getting out, he shrugged apathetically. What was a lot? And the truth was, he probably didn't.. not if she were talking about social occasions, and that was because he usually ended up getting shot or slapped over some lame *** reason. He took a long draw of his cigarette, and eyed her through narrowed eyes because of the smoke. "Loco dude.. his name?"

Leah Fforde: The right amount of bounce was certainly not her goal, it seemed to happen regardless what she wore so she just ignored it. Taking a long pull of her cigarette before blowing the smoke through her nose, thankful for it as without it, she wouldn't be breathing. So the smoke made her look alive. She didn't care if he got out or not, she'd only just met the guy, what did it matter what his life was like? Blinking a few times to try and remember the name of the man who'd turned her. "Jesse.. Fforde, like the car I think.. Might be saying it wrong but he never told me there was a right way."

Doc: Doc grinned openly, showing his own non-retractable fangs. He knew Jesse. Nice. This could be fun. He had nothing against Jesse, in fact he rather liked Jesse. But Doc also loved to devil the hell out of people, you could almost call it a hobby. So here was a Jesse' spawn, petite and dark like his own little Minx. But one thing was definitely different about her, she had not tried to stab him yet. He was either losing his touch, or she liked him. "Never got your name.."

Leah Fforde: "Alvarez, Leah Alvarez." She smirked when she saw his fangs, someone else who couldn't hide the teeth either! She didn't know of any other Latina women in the city, bar one whom she hadn't learnt the name of yet. But by god she wanted to. "What kind of name is Doc? That's not a name it's a job."

Doc: Leah. Her name was Leah. How ******* priceless was that? His grin turned into a twisted smirk of imagined mayhem. "Leah..." He said it slow, with a definite drawl, making no effort to hide the fact he was savoring it. Yes, this could get him ******* killed, all the more reason to push forward. Her comment about his name and occupation, well again he shrugged apathetically. "Maybe I give the word a whole new definition?" he said blandly as though he didn’t care.

Leah Fforde: "Not quite sure what you mean by that.." She shrugged and leant against the wall, she didn't know why he was smirking or grinning, nor did she really care. "You know Jesse?"

[Doc]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Doc: "Doesn't matter.. " And it really didn't. He wasn't about to explain about his extra-curricular activities that fell under the heading of sadistic slicing and dicing serial killer. Thus far, people may suspect he wasn't particularly someone who was 'clean living', but only one or two had proof of his nefarious deeds. And in turn, he had proof of their own misdeeds in order to keep that line of inquiry shut. So as far as he was concerned, he had the name Doc merely because people were ******* lazy. "Yes. You might say we work together occasionally."

Leah Fforde: She nods a little and shrugs, the killer had no qualms with murder so what he did, if she did find out, really wouldn't bother her. "You work with him? You do tattoo's too?" She eyed her own work then realised that she didn't actually have any of her sire's art on her body yet, though the amount of skin on show, showed she had plenty of space for it.

Doc: When she asked about the tattoo business, his earlier grin turned into a twisted sardonic smirk. "No. We kill together darlin.." he drawled softly and then paused, "I am sure he has given you the old 'do not break the masquerade' speech? Well if you do.. you might just get killed.. and it might just be me who does it." He paused again before grinning openly again, "But, do not take it personally, it's just business. Hell.. I've killed my own spawn.. killing someone elses.. " He shrugs, as he lets the words drift off.

Leah Fforde: Leah smirked and nods, winking at him "He told me that secret stuff, don't worry, I ain't telling no one, I'd sound loco. But if they do believe me.. or anyone.. He told me about hunters and ****." She frowned and put her cigarette out on her arm "If you find someone who's told about us.. I don't wanna die again so tell me where the idiota is!"

Doc: His estimation of her went up a notch. Anyone willing to protect the masquerade at that tender of an age deserved a bit of respect. "If the situation arises, I will be sure to call you.. or I would.. if I had your number.." A not so subtle plot or hint to get her digits. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, that had his 'human' name, occupation and number on it. "But you could always call me..."

Leah Fforde: Leah eyed the card and tried to not laugh "Charles? Really? You some kinda posh dude?" She smirked and wrote her number down on the back before handing the card back to him without much care "If you can't get holda me, call Jesse or something, he has people who can talk into your head.. S'fuckin' crazy"

Doc: Doc gave a her a look, 'posh' she asked. "If you mean, was I taught manners as a child, yes; which I tend to ******* ignore. If you mean something else.. do feel free to enlighten me, I am afraid I am not 'up to date' on street language." his tone was dry and irreverent. Yes he was a doctor. And yes he did like suits, and even ties. But posh? What the **** did that mean?

Leah Fforde: She didn't care about manners, or suits and ties. People were people, at least until a few nights ago, then humans became food and the rest of the population became her new 'people'. Looking round to make sure the street was empty before her curiosity took hold and she eyed him up "So how long you been..." She pointed at her mouth

Doc: "A little over a year.. and you?.. " He asked, but he had a feeling she wasn't the typical newly turned vampire. She had seemed too at home with dispatching the john in the alleyway earlier. She didn't have that air of fragility most fledglings had. It was actually a welcome respite to mewling masses he normally dealt with.

Leah Fforde: "A day or two? I don't know.. I had to eat.." she started counting, her hunger was insatiable and she'd cut through a pile of humans to fix it. "three or four people.. but I've only been here a few days.. Jesse said I had to forget my past so I had to leave the Cartel behind, he don't seem to care that they might come looking, like I said, he's loco."

Doc: "Darlin.. if its only been a few days.. by the time the cartel sends someone after you.. you will have the moves to decimate their numbers.. and if you need help.. give me a shout. Never let it be said I let a lady in need down.." He eyed her attired appreciatively once more, "You will be drawing them like flies to honey..."

Leah Fforde: "What the hell that supposed to mean?" she put a hand on her hips and half glared at him, her makeup heavy and her cheek piercings sparkled in the street lights as her dull brown eyes gave him a stare like she was trying to tear his soul out through his face

Doc: Doc grins cheekily, "It means you're ******* hot.. and all those guys are gonna want to come up here.. and teach you a 'lesson''; only you will be the one taking them to school.." He leered again, "And if I can help in small way, to make their miserable lives painful before they pass on.. I'm here for you darlin"

Leah Fforde: "They'll come here looking for drugs and guns man" She shrugs "I have them still, if they want it they can take it and go, they give me crap I'll eat them, I already had to eat one of my crew 'cause he found out I was one of you"

Doc: "**** that. Keep the ******* guns sell the drugs. Kill the ******* bastards. You think they are just gonna take them and go? You know better than that. How many compadre's have tried to do that before.. and are still live?" He gave her a look, "You're being ******* naive."

Doc: Doc glances at his watch, "****.. I got a wedding to be at in two hours.. So I am going to have to cut this short.. Leah, I would invite you to come with me.. but .. well the attention is supposed to be on the bride..." He said her name like he's said it before.. in a knowing and leering fashion. "You call me if you need help killing those SOB's..

Leah Fforde: She nods a little "I don't do weddings anyway.. too many people, too many smiles, all fake anyway." She shrugged and eyed him closely "You got my number, if you find anyone loco enough to share what we are, hit me up."

Doc: "I may just do that.. Leah.. " Doc winked, as he pulled his tome and dispersed into nothingness, only to coalesce back at the Eyrie some miles away.