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25
Because of recent events I’ve decided to turn back time when this story is taking place, it’s once again autumn BEFORE the winter holidays. Everything that’s been written has happened, but earlier. He’s still 16.
Damien and Xavilier waited for him in the forest. Spike was off spying again and Angel wasn’t allowed to come with them. She was to stay at home with her mortal parents. He never would have guessed that Liornell the elf would have followed them to the party unless Lestat hadn’t told him. He had gotten the distinct impression that Ambrow the werewolf and Liornell didn’t like each other that much. And it was Ambrow’s party they were going to. Apparently he was wrong since the elf was really going.
“Hello Blaze, ready to go?” Xavilier asked him once he reached hearing range.
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Is Draco filling in for you again?” Damien asked him with amusement.
Blaze did a grimace.
“Yes, let’s hope nothing explodes this time.”
“If I may, My Lord, you were the one who made the most damage,” Xavilier pointed out.
“Pfsss, details,” Blaze said nonchalantly.
“Shall we go then?” Xavilier asked when no one made a move.
“Yes, let’s be off, we have no business here,” Damien decided and they apparated.
“Where are we going?” Blaze asked and looked around with disgust in the dark alley they stood in.
“It’s a few minutes walk from here,” Damien announced.
“Alright. Show me the way sweety,” Blaze asked and Damien raised his eyebrows.
“What ever seems to be the problem?” Blaze asked sweetly.
“Well you seem awfully happy or rather satisfied with life right now,” Damien commented.
“Of course. What do you prefer?”
“Just be yourself I suppose,” Damien shrugged.
“Always my love, always,” he said cheekily and did a few dance moves along the way. Xavilier began to laugh and Damien tried, unsuccessfully I might add, to stay serious.
“Just let’s go,” Damien said.
Blaze watched the ugly houses they walked past. They seemed old, cheep and cold.
“What kind of neighbourhood is this?” he burst out when his eyes caught a few hookers giving two men a blowjob. Not that he really cared about it but he was curious.
“Let’s just say that this neighbourhood is the paradise of drugs sex and rock n roll,” Xavilier said with a smile.
“Oh I like that!” Damien said excitedly.
“What about the muggle police, don’t they come here?” Blaze asked with much more cool than the elf. Maybe Damien had been a bit boring these last weeks, because he sounded so stuck up like Percy Weasley, like a guy who thought a book was the top of fun, but it was wrong. Damien was really a funny guy, a real funny guy with a lot of craziness in him.
“Nah, they’re busy elsewhere,” Xavilier said and Damien nodded in agreement.
“Oh really? How so?”
“First of all they don’t bother with this area right now because of Iraq and England’s security is in priority,” Damien began but Blaze cut him of.
“But Irak, that was a long time ago. I mean, sure it’s still going on and all but Al-Quida isn’t threatening the airports in England right now, are they?”
“Er, I have no idea but there is still high security and I was also going to say that the police won’t be in the neighbourhood next to us tonight.”
“Why?” It was Xavilier’s turn to ask.
“Because some known troublemakers are going to have a huge party rolling tonight. And to assure our privacy tonight we’ve also rang in a phone call to the police department,” Damien stopped and watched his clock. “Three minutes ago.”
“What did you say?” Blaze smirked.
“Oh nothing of importance, only that there’s a bomb at Madame Tussaud’s, Big Ben, St Paul’s cathedral, Royal Albert hall, Webminister Abbey, Piccadilly Circus, Leicester square, etc. I can assure you that they’ll have their asses full.”
“How can they take that threat seriously?” Blaze asked outraged.
“It’s such times and to keep it more realistic we’ve placed a car bomb right outside London PD and it went off twenty minutes ago. We made sure no one was hurt of course but still. We’ve also placed other small bombs around London, still making sure no one get’s hurt.”
“Man we’re evil!” Blaze said and didn’t seem so sorry about it. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Blaze added slightly accusingly. “And all this because of a party?” he yelled suddenly but he wasn’t angry.
“It’s what we do for fun. It’s also keeping us in shape, the training you know, you never know when you’re gonna need it. I thought you already knew. Sometimes we like to arrange those events for the adrenaline kick, you know. We love that excitement.”
“And you do this often I take it?” he said dryly.
“We did something similar like that a few years ago in Ireland. They thought it was the IRA but otherwise it was fun. But we don’t usually do anything big like this, if we do that often those things too will get boring in the end,” Xavilier said.
“Nope, but small things like ONE prominent bomb or one bank robbery is never wrong,” Damien cut in.
“Bank robbery????” Blaze repeated.
“Aha,” Damien nodded. “Or the one time when we blew up Napoleon’s bog house.”
“His WHAT?” Blaze yelled. They had stopped walking now so they stood in a dark street corner.
“Oh you heard me silly you, but that was before my time. But Lestat was there. My father told me about it,” Damien said.
“Is there a bloody history book on our DC history recording mischief that I can read? And your father?”
“Yes, haven’t I told you about him? And no book, no.” Blaze shook his head. “Alright then, my father’s name is Eyoloy. He’s 1003 years old. He’s one of those classic blonds, I believe. I’ve inherited my dark colours from my mother. Anyway, my father is off to New Zeeland to visit Crystal river dale, it’s one of our communities that belongs to the DC. Crystal river dale is a place run by Orion as leader. He’s 782 years old. My father have been over there for soon one year.”
“What’s he doing there?”
“You’re still not aware of our business, but you will. There’s a lot to learn still, about what we do and why we do it. What’s special with Crystal river dale in specific is the fact that they feed up strong race-horses that we later use on the race tracks. It’s a lot of money involved and we’re winning a lot. And it’s another way to keep us immortals occupied and busy without getting bored.”
“It’s also a great business to be in to make contacts from other business. It‘s really effective,” Xavilier added.
“Yes that’s true. And my father is over there to help with a new horse called Fire Star. We’ve got a lot of hope in that horse.”
“I see,” said Blaze.
“My friend Deven is the leader of Dark valley over in US for the moment.”
“Really? What do they do?” he asked Damien.
“They arrange the transports of prisoner; only for our benefit. Like all those we caught in the forbidden forest for example. My friend and his gang of total 39 001 people transported our prisoners to Dark Dale in Romania.”
“And have you gotten any results?”
“Not yet. As you understand there were lots and lots of creatures in the forest. Just take all the ants for example. The reason why we take very single animal is because the fact that a wizard can be animagi, take Rita Sceeter for example. She was a bug. So it’s a lot of insects to look through.”
“Got that,” he smiled. “Who’s the leader of Dark Dale?”
“His name is Darth. He’s a 1903 years old vampire.”
“Fuck me! That’s really old!” Blaze burst out.
Xavilier laughed easily.
“He doesn’t look like that, I assure you!”
“Still….”
“It’s natural for me,” Damien shrugged when both the others looked at him.
“At least I understand you,” Xavilier told him when they began to walk again. As they got nearer the place they heard music building up.
“Are there any humans around?”
“Nope but Xavilier told me that they’re one block away,” said Damien.
The building was huge and it was even bigger inside but it was very crowdy and it was a hell to get through. Especially when people recognized him and apparently had an obvious need of touching him. As so, Xavilier and Damien functioned as his bodyguards for whatever help it was; which meant very little.
Was that a problem? Who knows…
Damien and Xavilier waited for him in the forest. Spike was off spying again and Angel wasn’t allowed to come with them. She was to stay at home with her mortal parents. He never would have guessed that Liornell the elf would have followed them to the party unless Lestat hadn’t told him. He had gotten the distinct impression that Ambrow the werewolf and Liornell didn’t like each other that much. And it was Ambrow’s party they were going to. Apparently he was wrong since the elf was really going.
“Hello Blaze, ready to go?” Xavilier asked him once he reached hearing range.
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Is Draco filling in for you again?” Damien asked him with amusement.
Blaze did a grimace.
“Yes, let’s hope nothing explodes this time.”
“If I may, My Lord, you were the one who made the most damage,” Xavilier pointed out.
“Pfsss, details,” Blaze said nonchalantly.
“Shall we go then?” Xavilier asked when no one made a move.
“Yes, let’s be off, we have no business here,” Damien decided and they apparated.
“Where are we going?” Blaze asked and looked around with disgust in the dark alley they stood in.
“It’s a few minutes walk from here,” Damien announced.
“Alright. Show me the way sweety,” Blaze asked and Damien raised his eyebrows.
“What ever seems to be the problem?” Blaze asked sweetly.
“Well you seem awfully happy or rather satisfied with life right now,” Damien commented.
“Of course. What do you prefer?”
“Just be yourself I suppose,” Damien shrugged.
“Always my love, always,” he said cheekily and did a few dance moves along the way. Xavilier began to laugh and Damien tried, unsuccessfully I might add, to stay serious.
“Just let’s go,” Damien said.
Blaze watched the ugly houses they walked past. They seemed old, cheep and cold.
“What kind of neighbourhood is this?” he burst out when his eyes caught a few hookers giving two men a blowjob. Not that he really cared about it but he was curious.
“Let’s just say that this neighbourhood is the paradise of drugs sex and rock n roll,” Xavilier said with a smile.
“Oh I like that!” Damien said excitedly.
“What about the muggle police, don’t they come here?” Blaze asked with much more cool than the elf. Maybe Damien had been a bit boring these last weeks, because he sounded so stuck up like Percy Weasley, like a guy who thought a book was the top of fun, but it was wrong. Damien was really a funny guy, a real funny guy with a lot of craziness in him.
“Nah, they’re busy elsewhere,” Xavilier said and Damien nodded in agreement.
“Oh really? How so?”
“First of all they don’t bother with this area right now because of Iraq and England’s security is in priority,” Damien began but Blaze cut him of.
“But Irak, that was a long time ago. I mean, sure it’s still going on and all but Al-Quida isn’t threatening the airports in England right now, are they?”
“Er, I have no idea but there is still high security and I was also going to say that the police won’t be in the neighbourhood next to us tonight.”
“Why?” It was Xavilier’s turn to ask.
“Because some known troublemakers are going to have a huge party rolling tonight. And to assure our privacy tonight we’ve also rang in a phone call to the police department,” Damien stopped and watched his clock. “Three minutes ago.”
“What did you say?” Blaze smirked.
“Oh nothing of importance, only that there’s a bomb at Madame Tussaud’s, Big Ben, St Paul’s cathedral, Royal Albert hall, Webminister Abbey, Piccadilly Circus, Leicester square, etc. I can assure you that they’ll have their asses full.”
“How can they take that threat seriously?” Blaze asked outraged.
“It’s such times and to keep it more realistic we’ve placed a car bomb right outside London PD and it went off twenty minutes ago. We made sure no one was hurt of course but still. We’ve also placed other small bombs around London, still making sure no one get’s hurt.”
“Man we’re evil!” Blaze said and didn’t seem so sorry about it. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Blaze added slightly accusingly. “And all this because of a party?” he yelled suddenly but he wasn’t angry.
“It’s what we do for fun. It’s also keeping us in shape, the training you know, you never know when you’re gonna need it. I thought you already knew. Sometimes we like to arrange those events for the adrenaline kick, you know. We love that excitement.”
“And you do this often I take it?” he said dryly.
“We did something similar like that a few years ago in Ireland. They thought it was the IRA but otherwise it was fun. But we don’t usually do anything big like this, if we do that often those things too will get boring in the end,” Xavilier said.
“Nope, but small things like ONE prominent bomb or one bank robbery is never wrong,” Damien cut in.
“Bank robbery????” Blaze repeated.
“Aha,” Damien nodded. “Or the one time when we blew up Napoleon’s bog house.”
“His WHAT?” Blaze yelled. They had stopped walking now so they stood in a dark street corner.
“Oh you heard me silly you, but that was before my time. But Lestat was there. My father told me about it,” Damien said.
“Is there a bloody history book on our DC history recording mischief that I can read? And your father?”
“Yes, haven’t I told you about him? And no book, no.” Blaze shook his head. “Alright then, my father’s name is Eyoloy. He’s 1003 years old. He’s one of those classic blonds, I believe. I’ve inherited my dark colours from my mother. Anyway, my father is off to New Zeeland to visit Crystal river dale, it’s one of our communities that belongs to the DC. Crystal river dale is a place run by Orion as leader. He’s 782 years old. My father have been over there for soon one year.”
“What’s he doing there?”
“You’re still not aware of our business, but you will. There’s a lot to learn still, about what we do and why we do it. What’s special with Crystal river dale in specific is the fact that they feed up strong race-horses that we later use on the race tracks. It’s a lot of money involved and we’re winning a lot. And it’s another way to keep us immortals occupied and busy without getting bored.”
“It’s also a great business to be in to make contacts from other business. It‘s really effective,” Xavilier added.
“Yes that’s true. And my father is over there to help with a new horse called Fire Star. We’ve got a lot of hope in that horse.”
“I see,” said Blaze.
“My friend Deven is the leader of Dark valley over in US for the moment.”
“Really? What do they do?” he asked Damien.
“They arrange the transports of prisoner; only for our benefit. Like all those we caught in the forbidden forest for example. My friend and his gang of total 39 001 people transported our prisoners to Dark Dale in Romania.”
“And have you gotten any results?”
“Not yet. As you understand there were lots and lots of creatures in the forest. Just take all the ants for example. The reason why we take very single animal is because the fact that a wizard can be animagi, take Rita Sceeter for example. She was a bug. So it’s a lot of insects to look through.”
“Got that,” he smiled. “Who’s the leader of Dark Dale?”
“His name is Darth. He’s a 1903 years old vampire.”
“Fuck me! That’s really old!” Blaze burst out.
Xavilier laughed easily.
“He doesn’t look like that, I assure you!”
“Still….”
“It’s natural for me,” Damien shrugged when both the others looked at him.
“At least I understand you,” Xavilier told him when they began to walk again. As they got nearer the place they heard music building up.
“Are there any humans around?”
“Nope but Xavilier told me that they’re one block away,” said Damien.
The building was huge and it was even bigger inside but it was very crowdy and it was a hell to get through. Especially when people recognized him and apparently had an obvious need of touching him. As so, Xavilier and Damien functioned as his bodyguards for whatever help it was; which meant very little.
Was that a problem? Who knows…