"What the fuck do you mean you don\'t know when it opens back up?" He slammed his fist down on the table, upsetting the ashtray near his hands, and shocking the humans at the table with his speed.
"Dox, I don\'t fuckin\' know, ok?" "Good for nothing," Nikolai fumed silently to his partner as the human defended himself against the disconcerted dealer. "All Bentley said was that they closed up shop and the fucking refurbishment would take a while. Christ."
"And was there any reason you couldn\'t go find out more about this? Like how long they were thinking about keeping the one fucking place we dominate in sales closed for fucking renovation!?"
"If I had a line for every time he said ‘fuck’ when he\'s in a pissy mood," Cole, a moron of a human some feet away from him at the table nearby murmured under his breath to a large, square looking human known to the Disciples as Jockey. In return the taller human just laughed dully.
But Nikolai was in no mood to be fucked around with. Judas had woken him early from his slumber, before the sun had even set that day after he had bedded that beautiful cunt Sonya for a second time. To his aggravation, there was the news that Risk closed its doors that very night. So while he was getting his dick wet, the main distribution center, the center of business for all of the Eastwood Disciples within the city had shut its doors indefinitely. And now, he found that none of these so-called businessmen were taking this happening very seriously.
The vampire drew on his cigarette, feeling the satisfying heat of the smoke and the taste of the tobacco without much satisfaction at all and picked up the ashtray, proceeding to throw it with all of his speed at the mortal who had just insulted him. The glass dish whizzed between Cole and Jockey\'s heads and smashed on the floor some distance away. The blood drained from both humans\' faces and on the look that he received from the bar tender and half of the bar, Nikolai simply flipped him the bird and turned back to his own table.
"I can fucking hear you, you imbeciles!" He was Thirsty and aggravated and the night had only just begun. Had he been human, he would have taken out some blow and snorted the longest line he had ever had -- and then some, he thought irately. The inconvenience of being immortal.
“Dox, we still have here, though,” Vincent chipped in finally, remaining silent since Nikolai had arrived at the table. He was boring-looking for a vampire, a fantastic mortal impersonator. A mess of auburn hair which he styled over his eyes, mousey eyes and a huge mouth, he was the only other immortal within the known ranks of the Disciples and he was nothing but a lackey of Doxy’s, one to be pushed around at will. And Nikolai enjoyed doing just that. “I mean, it’s not Risk, but it’s something in the meantime.”
“You’re right,” Nikolai said, finding very little comfort in his words. Of course they had Stakes and Sticks. And the streets. But the point of the matter was that Risk was ideal, better than anywhere else in the city. “If only fucking Jeremy would do his fucking job, maybe we would have fucking known that this was going to fucking happen!” Nikolai found himself yearning for another glass ashtray to throw at the human.
“Oh fuck off, you fucking faggot! You should have known more about it than me. You’re just too concerned with getting your fucking cock inside anything that moves!” Jeremy spat at the vampire, a move that he grown too accustomed of doing.
“Look, you little shit,” Nikolai growled at the human, his jaw trembling with a ferocious thirst building in his throat, “if you want my fucking job, you’re gonna have to give some great fucking head because I’m the only one in this fucking room that has any idea about just what the fuck happens in this city and I’m not giving my position to some little fuck who hasn’t come out of his daddy’s closet yet!”
Stunned by the ever-prevailing quickness of his tongue and the humor of the idea of challenging Doxy in a battle of words, the rest of the Disciples held back a snicker as Jeremy’s face turned bright red and Nikolai leaned back into the seat cushion of the booth. Never amused, the vampire took a deep drag again and blew the smoke in the human’s face, something even he considered completely uncalled for. Never one to let something like that die, Jeremy lunged at the immortal, only to meet the restraining hand of Vincent who, though only sixty years old, restrained the mortal easily enough.
“Get him the fuck out of here,” Nikolai told the other immortal with a wave of his hand. His nerves were fried and the clacking of the pool balls nearby were forming in him violent images of himself smashing in the skulls of every person in the club with the eight and cue balls. Judas gave him an approving smile and pushed the thought farther until blood had soaked the floor of his mind and his Thirst had been sedated and his dick was hard. Nikolai put his head down on the table, his fingers woven into his jet black and bleach blonde hair.
He never should have relied on Jeremy to do his work, he knew that. The human was an ambitious idiot at best, with no concept of what to do with power or responsibility to those beneath him. He wanted drugs and easy fucks without the hassle of maintaining empire. This was exactly the reason that the Disciples had kept Doxy around for so long: he knew what the fuck he was doing from the bottom of the ladder, up. Now Nikolai had to get an estimate of just how long Risk was going to be closed for and report back to those fucks that never respected his abilities to find out any kind of information in the city.
The dealer sighed deeply, a low hissing sound rising from his chest. Bashing in the skulls of everyone in the building and setting the place alight still sounded like a good idea on a night like tonight. “I’m in the mood to rip open some skulls tonight, my friend,” Nikolai breathed to the demon in his head. “I’ll take you up on that offer if nothing good happens within the next two hours.” In turn, his silent partner growled with pleasure, hoping that two hours would pass by quickly.
"Only if we start with Vincent."
"Deal."
