"Will do, Captain." Pierre saw that smug smirk and salute to Damien and felt as though he had done it now. The elder of the pair rolled his eyes and put a hand on his buddy\'s shoulder and pushed him out the door. Damien followed him with a string of curses which no one had to translate in order to understand before Pierre looked back at his irate master.
Pierre said his goodbyes to the other pair as Nikolai stood impatiently in the hall, but Damien acknowledged him with little more than a grunt of frustration while his \'sister\' didn\'t even seem to notice. The vampire sighed and left, noting how the door locked behind him.
"You know," Pierre\'s own voice was tainted with aggravation, "you keep that shit up, he\'s going to end up killing you." The younger vampire said nothing and perhaps it was better that way.
Nikolai had always been an upstart and he knew that better than anyone. In fact, Nikolai\'s wild nature was part of the reason that Pierre was initially drawn to him almost a year back. But what was a revolution without the Patriots? So Pierre had gotten to know him, and liked quickly what he saw, despite the attitude. Nikolai was passionate, if not crazed, about anything he found out. He was a good explorer and had the strings to pull. Sure he was rough around the edges, but it was those kinds of men that made an army: the ones who weren\'t afraid to get the blood on their hands.
And while nobody, including himself, wanted to see a fledgling army entirely compiled of Nikolai-esque soldiers march upon the city in order to start that revolution, Pierre was never opposed to a few upstarts in that army. Nikolai simply was higher up on the food chain than most would have ever dreamed of.
But as much of a pain in the derriere as Nikolai was, Pierre never found it easy to get too angry with him. Recently the two of them had been as close as brothers and he liked that. Sure, there were some aspects about the younger that Pierre couldn\'t understand or agree with, but he was able to overlook them enough to see the genius behind the make-up.
The younger was brilliant, even if he was a prick most days. There was something about him that was simply addicting to be around. Perhaps it was his freedom, his constant reinvention of the same wheel. Or maybe it was simply because he was the only fledgling he had met where blood wasn\'t on the top of his to-do list (though, Jesus, Almighty, did that kid gorge and fight for his dinner!).
The two of them had ridden the elevator in silence and were out in the lobby before Pierre knew what he was doing, Camille\'s keys in his pocket. His powerful ears picked up the sound of the car clicking even over the normal racket of the street.
"What\'s up?" It was the younger vampire, his green eyes looking at him intently under blue eye shadow, thickened liner and fake lashes. And Pierre used to think it was weird to look in his intense eyes. "Did I do something wrong here?" The prick smiled and stepped gracefully into the car like a chick.
"You know damn right you did, Nick." But he was smiling again, despite the bone he had to pick with him. "Now c\'mon. Let\'s go get us some chicks." Nikolai howled with delight, literally and Pierre found himself laughing as well. What a creep, he thought with a toothy smile.
If he had had anything in the direct proximity of his iron grip, Damien would have most likely thrown it at the youngest fledgling, or snapped it in half. "C\'est un vrai con, Pierre!" He said, pointing a finger at Nikolai as he left the apartment. That was what he really thought of his son\'s new friend, but the door was closed before he knew it and the two were gone.
The vampire sighed to himself, cursing in a mixture of French, Latin, and English, whichever word came out the fastest. He was so fed up with Nikolai\'s insolence and was on the border of calling Pierre up to tell him never to bring Nikolai back if he were going to act up again. Rubbing his face to ward off anymore frustration he took a seat on the nearby love seat.
"You ready to go out?" He asked after a moment, his head reclined back on the fabric. He had not forgotten that Storm needed to go out to the forests again to soak up the energy or however she did it. He\'d need to have her wakeful throughout the night. Hell, while they were out, he had decided only a few minutes ago, he may as well go talk to someone about that new headquarters.
"I\'ll assume it wasn\'t a particularly nice conversation the two of you were having. Should I even bother asking if you\'re alright? You do seem a bit... ruffled." His hands were off his face and genuine concern filled his features as he looked over at her. Her mood had changed completely, filling the small apartment with a feeling of hate and her own personal mix of heaviness that Damien could exactly differ at the present time. "What was he saying to you?"
He sounded nosy, and felt it too, but there was something in him that wouldn\'t let him get away without hearing the answer. It was peculiar to him, but what wasn\'t in this new life of discoveries?