<Micah>The killer didn’t understand how Satine could choose someone like that. There were plenty of other men in the city that would have been better and for him to admit such a thing, even in his mind, was saying just how low his opinion of Creepy was. Micah never wanted to be the kind of sire to force his childer into a position where they had to choose. He’d done it once with Every and regretted to this day going back on his ultimatum. Spade was another loser that he’d be happy to see wiped from existence. Waste of blood that one was and Every knew it, but she refused to listen. So when she got her heart broken he would be all too pleased to utter those four words - I told you so. The day was coming. Patience was a virtue after all.
His spine stiffened and his arms crossed over his chest. How dare she try and compare any aspect of his life, past and present, to Creepy? Jesus **** she needed her blinders ripped off and fast. “Don’t you dare ******* stand there and defend him to me. Don’t you ******* dare Satine. You know why? Because he CHOSE the life he leads. He is responsible for his own actions. You can’t stand there and blame it on the city, or his life, or the fact that his mama didn’t allow him to hang off her tit long enough. Only Andrew Krepsi has the power to better himself and guess what? He didn’t do it. He chose to be a dumb **** and started following the wrong path.” His voice was increasing in volume with every word that he spoke to her. A murmuring from down below caught his attention and he realized they were drawing an audience. The current argument was no one’s concern but his and Satine’s so he lowered his voice to a more acceptable level.
“You had your ******* fun with him. You made him your ***** for a while and I let it go because I figured that you needed some way to blow off some steam.” He pinned her with an icy glare. “Playtime is over. It’s time that you move on to bigger and better things and those things don’t include some low life, wanna be hard *** like Andrew ******* Krepsi.”
Satine: Satine’s eyes were locked on the vibrant purple set that were strangely chilling and setting her on fire all at the same time. She wasn’t feeling lucky enough to permit her focus to wander to what was becoming distracting below. That and the fact he was kind of like a big inked wall of ‘don’t even think about it’ between her and the downstairs. Her eyes and feet stayed right where they were planted and let him figure it out.
“So…” Satine was not going to debate anymore on the merits or lost brownie points tagged to Andrew Krepsi. He earned his reputation. She figured if he was front and center he would admit as much. Just like her the gangster was more than happy to own up to his wins and losses. “Not saying it is going to happen but what if he ran for mayor or snuffed out his sire and renovated the castle and turned it into a big *** blood bank? Would that win him some sort of award? Because right now I see the guy S.O.L with the way you are talking. I personally don’t like those odds. They pretty much suck. There has to be some room for improvement in everything.”
Playtime did sound like it was over. It took a bit to sink in but she felt it. Micah was dead set against her and Krepsi being a thing of any permanent nature. Satine felt like she was being plucked off the playground when she was just claiming the sand hill after a lot of hard work. She sighed. What was she missing that he saw and how could she get him to see what he had missed in the guy? This was going to take more time to work through than either of them currently had to spend on the subject.
“And since you aren’t pleased with where I have been spending my time perhaps it will be good to mention I am investing my energy on other things as well. Just learned how to install an industrial roaster without the fire department showing up, finally learning how to drive and I am getting to know others. The cold blooded variety sticks around but it is the warm blooded I have trouble keeping in touch with. They always seem to disappear.”
Satine paused for a few seconds then decided to try slipping the topic in as if he would respond without really noticing.
“Did you and Velveteen get hitched in a church, graveyard or what?” Her lips bunched up a little as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “Need passports for that? Just curious.”
<Micah> “I am not going to stand here and listen to you try and plead your case in regards to him.” Micah really didn’t get it. What did she see in him? He certainly wasn’t what he would have ever expected her to go for. “He could save the city from a herd of rampaging fadebeasts and I would still think he was the world’s biggest loser. Don’t much give a **** if you like the odds or not. You are my childe Satine. My responsibility. And it will be a cold day in hell before I let someone drag you down into the pits of hell with them. Because that’s where I see this going.” Come hell or highwater, he’d make her see his point of view and he didn’t care how long it took him to do that.
She was looking at a whole mess of trouble. Given the company that Creepy kept there was no way the killer was going to endorse that relationship with any kind of stamp of approval. Ever. He knew that Vel wondered why he cared so much. He hadn’t expected to. His motivation for turning Satine was so that Vel could have her sister. Micah wanted her to have that connection and Satine dying would have ended that. Vel deserved the chance to get to know Satine but this whole Creepy thing had thrown a monkey wrench into the works. Satine was of course entitled to do what she wanted...just not with someone who looked and acted like he’d gotten beaten with an ugly stick at birth.
The glare he gave her could have blistered paint. “Your sarcasm is a nice touch but in this situation it is unneeded and really ******* stupid. I am sure, given the company that you have been keeping, that the new people you’ve been meeting aren’t the kind of people that I would put on an approved guest list.” That she had learned to drive was surprising but at this point Micah figured that she was just being sarcastic. He let it slide though as there were more important things to discuss other than her newly honed skills. Maybe he could tell her to run Creepy over...nah. He could do that himself.
Several long minutes passed while he stared at her. “Where my wife and I got married is irrelevant to this conversation, but nice try at changin the subject. We got married in the tree though, if that detail is that important for you to know.”
Satine: It was apparent this conversation was sinking faster than toilet water mid flush. Which was fine because the necromancer was quickly losing interest in pushing anymore of his buttons. Her sire-brother-in-law was not in the mood and she got the message loud and clear. Micah essentially put his boot down and squished the possibility of any acceptance of Bugsy and her happening anytime soon. Hell was on fire and she was pretty sure it was not expected to freeze over.
“I get the message.” Satine didn’t like it. Not at all but what was she supposed to do? It was doubtful anyone could change Micah Andras mind unless he was willing to have it happen. It was a waste of their time for her to try. “I need to get going. Got a roaster that needs attention and hopefully the new parts for it came in. It blew up the other night and you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to wash charred chicken off walls.”
Satine shrugged and stepped slowly around him. Her eyes took in the size of his feet and continued to move upward. He was stubborn as can be. Her assessment on his size reminded her she had a hell of a fight on her hands if she ever wanted to take it to that point. “In the tree, eh?” She nodded. “I wish I had been there.”
Of course she would have liked to have been there. It was her sister afterall. Even if their relationship currently was strained it still would have been an event she would have liked to have witnessed. A tree. She blinked while she stepped giving it some thought. Married in a tree.
Satine was about to make her way out when she halted in her steps. She had said as much before but she was feeling like maybe she should say it again and hopefully it registered. She meant it then and after this chat of theirs perhaps it was more apparent now.
“I said he was mine and I meant it. It will change. Good or bad perhaps but what he is to me won’t. I don’t expect you to accept him but don’t expect me to change my mind either. If someone told you tomorrow my sister was not good enough for you would you change the way you feel?” Satine would leave it at that. “I sure as hell hope not.”
<Micah> “Leaving so soon? What - Creepy got you on that short of a leash that you can’t even spare an hour of your time to spend with your sire to have a nice chat?” Of course she was going to rush off now that he had made it clear that any relationship that she decided to remain in with that piece of **** would never be accepted. Not for a second did he believe the line of **** that rolled off of her tongue. No, he truly believed that she was just in a hurry to get away from him because she didn’t like what he was saying to her. Sucked to be her.
“In a tree. You’re almost three years too late but I am sure that you would have been there.” Almost three years had passed since the night her sister had become his and vice versa. Not a second he would change of it either. Not a single knock down, drag out fight, a harsh word - all of it had shaped their relationship to what it was currently. A strong solid bond that most would kill to have, that some only dreamed about. Micah was fully aware of how lucky he was. Some looked a lifetime to find what he shared with Vel but they never managed to find it. He had, and he’d never take that for granted either.
Thinking about his wife had his thoughts returning to the matter at hand. She was walking away from him but stopped to get one last word in. He smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “Don’t you dare bring my wife into this.” He stressed those two words, reminding her that she wasn’t the one who was priority to him. She was low man on the totem pole. He’d done her a favor and it would hang over her head for an eternity. If Satine thought that she was going to win this battle of wills then she was going to be in for a rude awakening. “I don’t give a **** if you have some kind of childish claim on him. You? You’re below me Satine. Let’s not forget that you’re here because I was feeling generous in regards to you. I wanted my wife to have her blood family. You dying would have ruined that. So I saved you. You don’t know what I took because of that single split second decision. You think Vel is happy that she is tied to you now through me? You think that she appreciates knowing that her husband turned her identical twin, that she has to share me with someone who shares her face? Trust me, she’s not.”
He took a step closer and wrapped a hand around her upper arm. His grip was like iron. “I own you, Satine Andras. Don’t you ever ******* forget that. I gave you this life and I can take it away just as fast as it was granted to you. If you think that Creepy can stop me, you’re mistaken but he is welcome to try.” He gave her arm an unforgiving squeeze before he released her. “Have your fun. Tie him up and make him your *****. But if you take it any further than that you’re going to find yourself in a pot of hot water you’ll never be able to climb out of.” The threat was clear. Whether she chose to heed it was on her.
His spine stiffened and his arms crossed over his chest. How dare she try and compare any aspect of his life, past and present, to Creepy? Jesus **** she needed her blinders ripped off and fast. “Don’t you dare ******* stand there and defend him to me. Don’t you ******* dare Satine. You know why? Because he CHOSE the life he leads. He is responsible for his own actions. You can’t stand there and blame it on the city, or his life, or the fact that his mama didn’t allow him to hang off her tit long enough. Only Andrew Krepsi has the power to better himself and guess what? He didn’t do it. He chose to be a dumb **** and started following the wrong path.” His voice was increasing in volume with every word that he spoke to her. A murmuring from down below caught his attention and he realized they were drawing an audience. The current argument was no one’s concern but his and Satine’s so he lowered his voice to a more acceptable level.
“You had your ******* fun with him. You made him your ***** for a while and I let it go because I figured that you needed some way to blow off some steam.” He pinned her with an icy glare. “Playtime is over. It’s time that you move on to bigger and better things and those things don’t include some low life, wanna be hard *** like Andrew ******* Krepsi.”
Satine: Satine’s eyes were locked on the vibrant purple set that were strangely chilling and setting her on fire all at the same time. She wasn’t feeling lucky enough to permit her focus to wander to what was becoming distracting below. That and the fact he was kind of like a big inked wall of ‘don’t even think about it’ between her and the downstairs. Her eyes and feet stayed right where they were planted and let him figure it out.
“So…” Satine was not going to debate anymore on the merits or lost brownie points tagged to Andrew Krepsi. He earned his reputation. She figured if he was front and center he would admit as much. Just like her the gangster was more than happy to own up to his wins and losses. “Not saying it is going to happen but what if he ran for mayor or snuffed out his sire and renovated the castle and turned it into a big *** blood bank? Would that win him some sort of award? Because right now I see the guy S.O.L with the way you are talking. I personally don’t like those odds. They pretty much suck. There has to be some room for improvement in everything.”
Playtime did sound like it was over. It took a bit to sink in but she felt it. Micah was dead set against her and Krepsi being a thing of any permanent nature. Satine felt like she was being plucked off the playground when she was just claiming the sand hill after a lot of hard work. She sighed. What was she missing that he saw and how could she get him to see what he had missed in the guy? This was going to take more time to work through than either of them currently had to spend on the subject.
“And since you aren’t pleased with where I have been spending my time perhaps it will be good to mention I am investing my energy on other things as well. Just learned how to install an industrial roaster without the fire department showing up, finally learning how to drive and I am getting to know others. The cold blooded variety sticks around but it is the warm blooded I have trouble keeping in touch with. They always seem to disappear.”
Satine paused for a few seconds then decided to try slipping the topic in as if he would respond without really noticing.
“Did you and Velveteen get hitched in a church, graveyard or what?” Her lips bunched up a little as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “Need passports for that? Just curious.”
<Micah> “I am not going to stand here and listen to you try and plead your case in regards to him.” Micah really didn’t get it. What did she see in him? He certainly wasn’t what he would have ever expected her to go for. “He could save the city from a herd of rampaging fadebeasts and I would still think he was the world’s biggest loser. Don’t much give a **** if you like the odds or not. You are my childe Satine. My responsibility. And it will be a cold day in hell before I let someone drag you down into the pits of hell with them. Because that’s where I see this going.” Come hell or highwater, he’d make her see his point of view and he didn’t care how long it took him to do that.
She was looking at a whole mess of trouble. Given the company that Creepy kept there was no way the killer was going to endorse that relationship with any kind of stamp of approval. Ever. He knew that Vel wondered why he cared so much. He hadn’t expected to. His motivation for turning Satine was so that Vel could have her sister. Micah wanted her to have that connection and Satine dying would have ended that. Vel deserved the chance to get to know Satine but this whole Creepy thing had thrown a monkey wrench into the works. Satine was of course entitled to do what she wanted...just not with someone who looked and acted like he’d gotten beaten with an ugly stick at birth.
The glare he gave her could have blistered paint. “Your sarcasm is a nice touch but in this situation it is unneeded and really ******* stupid. I am sure, given the company that you have been keeping, that the new people you’ve been meeting aren’t the kind of people that I would put on an approved guest list.” That she had learned to drive was surprising but at this point Micah figured that she was just being sarcastic. He let it slide though as there were more important things to discuss other than her newly honed skills. Maybe he could tell her to run Creepy over...nah. He could do that himself.
Several long minutes passed while he stared at her. “Where my wife and I got married is irrelevant to this conversation, but nice try at changin the subject. We got married in the tree though, if that detail is that important for you to know.”
Satine: It was apparent this conversation was sinking faster than toilet water mid flush. Which was fine because the necromancer was quickly losing interest in pushing anymore of his buttons. Her sire-brother-in-law was not in the mood and she got the message loud and clear. Micah essentially put his boot down and squished the possibility of any acceptance of Bugsy and her happening anytime soon. Hell was on fire and she was pretty sure it was not expected to freeze over.
“I get the message.” Satine didn’t like it. Not at all but what was she supposed to do? It was doubtful anyone could change Micah Andras mind unless he was willing to have it happen. It was a waste of their time for her to try. “I need to get going. Got a roaster that needs attention and hopefully the new parts for it came in. It blew up the other night and you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to wash charred chicken off walls.”
Satine shrugged and stepped slowly around him. Her eyes took in the size of his feet and continued to move upward. He was stubborn as can be. Her assessment on his size reminded her she had a hell of a fight on her hands if she ever wanted to take it to that point. “In the tree, eh?” She nodded. “I wish I had been there.”
Of course she would have liked to have been there. It was her sister afterall. Even if their relationship currently was strained it still would have been an event she would have liked to have witnessed. A tree. She blinked while she stepped giving it some thought. Married in a tree.
Satine was about to make her way out when she halted in her steps. She had said as much before but she was feeling like maybe she should say it again and hopefully it registered. She meant it then and after this chat of theirs perhaps it was more apparent now.
“I said he was mine and I meant it. It will change. Good or bad perhaps but what he is to me won’t. I don’t expect you to accept him but don’t expect me to change my mind either. If someone told you tomorrow my sister was not good enough for you would you change the way you feel?” Satine would leave it at that. “I sure as hell hope not.”
<Micah> “Leaving so soon? What - Creepy got you on that short of a leash that you can’t even spare an hour of your time to spend with your sire to have a nice chat?” Of course she was going to rush off now that he had made it clear that any relationship that she decided to remain in with that piece of **** would never be accepted. Not for a second did he believe the line of **** that rolled off of her tongue. No, he truly believed that she was just in a hurry to get away from him because she didn’t like what he was saying to her. Sucked to be her.
“In a tree. You’re almost three years too late but I am sure that you would have been there.” Almost three years had passed since the night her sister had become his and vice versa. Not a second he would change of it either. Not a single knock down, drag out fight, a harsh word - all of it had shaped their relationship to what it was currently. A strong solid bond that most would kill to have, that some only dreamed about. Micah was fully aware of how lucky he was. Some looked a lifetime to find what he shared with Vel but they never managed to find it. He had, and he’d never take that for granted either.
Thinking about his wife had his thoughts returning to the matter at hand. She was walking away from him but stopped to get one last word in. He smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “Don’t you dare bring my wife into this.” He stressed those two words, reminding her that she wasn’t the one who was priority to him. She was low man on the totem pole. He’d done her a favor and it would hang over her head for an eternity. If Satine thought that she was going to win this battle of wills then she was going to be in for a rude awakening. “I don’t give a **** if you have some kind of childish claim on him. You? You’re below me Satine. Let’s not forget that you’re here because I was feeling generous in regards to you. I wanted my wife to have her blood family. You dying would have ruined that. So I saved you. You don’t know what I took because of that single split second decision. You think Vel is happy that she is tied to you now through me? You think that she appreciates knowing that her husband turned her identical twin, that she has to share me with someone who shares her face? Trust me, she’s not.”
He took a step closer and wrapped a hand around her upper arm. His grip was like iron. “I own you, Satine Andras. Don’t you ever ******* forget that. I gave you this life and I can take it away just as fast as it was granted to you. If you think that Creepy can stop me, you’re mistaken but he is welcome to try.” He gave her arm an unforgiving squeeze before he released her. “Have your fun. Tie him up and make him your *****. But if you take it any further than that you’re going to find yourself in a pot of hot water you’ll never be able to climb out of.” The threat was clear. Whether she chose to heed it was on her.
