How many times in his terribly long life he had seen a vampire in the midst of a battle with eyes ablaze and fangs extended and yet, even after so much veritable exposure to the wrath of the Undead, Matteo was perhaps still inclined to admit those fangs had a habit of making those beings appear truly menacing. They were...unsettling. His mind uninclined to forget the amount of times he had been bitten over the centuries. Few of those experiences ever having held very much pleasure (perhaps outside Sebastian), his disdain perhaps only furthered by those very memories. Yet, even his veritable dislike of the species so responsible for the near extinction off his own tended to pale when compared to Alexander's inclination to near loathe them in turn. How very unpleasant this night was about to be for Damon if he proved more....lively then anticipated. Hopefully they might avoid having to put the fellow down and yet he quite suspected Alexander's patience for such things would be nothing short of limited. How little he suspected this vampire so realised how much his life hung in the balance off his behaviour tonight.

That very admittance of the vampiric creatures speed was designed entirely to keep the mans attention upon him, true though the compliment was. Matteo hardly having anticipated the man might respond to those very words, much less that uttered French phrase. Hmm. An educated vampire. How very much he might liked to have asked the creature just where in France he had spent his time and yet he suspected Alexander would not be terribly inclined to hold the vampire while they carried on a conversation. Still- he would need shift his choice of language if this battle was to continue. Matteo's near blazing red eyes in that moment so giving way to the full effects off his own affinity that so afforded him knowledge of each of Damon's movements before he made them. That very gift for Future so combined with that teleportation to assure he remained just out of the vampires reach with each and every lunge of the man's hands. The Frenchman's very goal in this little more than providing a near infuriating distraction, one that so positioned Damon in just the right way as to place his back to Alexander and afford his age-old companion that chance to come from behind. That sudden slice of pain at his own arm was nothing short of unanticipated. Matteo glancing briefly down as several more of those cuts as they rapidly appeared The result, it seemed, of some command of the vampire. Damon uttering his desire for that buffet a mere moment later. The near ancient Fae inclined to feel the very first spark of irritation towards that other man now. How very willing he was to bleed for the sake of this experiment and yet- that bleeding was upon his own terms- not the will of this creature. Those red eyes narrowing ever so slightly now as he remained still out of reach.

"Ah, Mon amie, please do not do that again. I am the one trying to keep you alive. If you continue to misbehave we will do away with you. My friend is not so kind as me."

Alexander's arms fell firmly around Damon's neck in near the same moment as those words parted Matteo's in turn, giving away that veritable ruse. Alexander was nothing short of precise, although why on earth the man had chosen a plastic blade of all things he so hardly knew. The Frenchman long ago having given up an effort to question his companions choices. They had fought together to long to worry for those specifics. His faith in Alexander's actions nothing short of assured. His companions foot drove sharply into the back of the vampires legs, bringing the creature to its knees and yet- how readily that future so rushed to flutter and dance behind his own eyes mere moments before it came to pass. This vampire....was no simple target.

"Î'λέξανδροÏ,, έρχεÏ"αι μια έκρηξη ενέργειαÏ,, Ï"ο πρόσωπό σοÏ..., Ï"ο σÏ"ήθοÏ, σοÏ.... Μιλάει Î"αλλικά, έπρεπε να αλλάξω."
(Alexander, an energy blast is coming, your face, your chest. He speaks French, I had to change.)

Those French lyrics were near instantly replaced with another language entirely. That decidedly ancient Greek that had so existed well before Damon's time uttered readily then in those few seconds before the release of that energy. Alexander, hopefully, afforded enough time to release and establish a new hold upon the man. Matteo's left hand lifted but briefly upward then, his wrist twisting to the right in silent signal for Alexander alone as to just what his intentions were before the Frenchman abruptly disappeared from that battlefield altogether. Alexander and Damon so momentarily left with one another alone before Matteo so suddenly appeared once more behind and slightly to the right of the vampire. That syringe in hand and aimed directly at Damon's neck. The vampire, hopefully, significantly distracted with Alexander. Matteo nothing if not strikingly quick with that very shot and injection of that venom. Several spare syringes, just in case he had missed, held lightly within his left hand as he moved to teleport hurriedly out of the way once and reappear to the front of Damon now. His figure ready to move once more.

"Νομίζω ÏŒÏ"ι έχω σχεδόν όλα αÏ...Ï"ά. Θα Ï"ον επηρεάσει μέσα σε λίγα δεÏ...Ï"ερόλεπÏ"α. ΚραÏ"ήσÏ"ε Ï"ον αν μπορείÏ"ε ή να πάÏ"ε μακριά. Î- καÏ"ασÏ"ολή σε αÏ...Ï"ÏŒ είναι ισχÏ...ρή, δεν θα πρέπει να μπορεί να καλέσει κάποια από Ï"ιÏ, δÏ...νάμειÏ, Ï"οÏ... ÏŒÏ"αν Ï"εθεί σε ισχύ. Μπορεί να μην είναι καν σε θέση να σÏ"αθεί θα δούμε."
(I think I got nearly all of that in. It will effect him in seconds. Hold him if you can or step away. The sedation in it is powerful, he shouldn't be able to summon any of his powers once it takes effect. He may not even be able to stand we will see.)

Just exactly how that venom would effect Damon remained to be seen and yet that was the very purpose of this experiment altogether. Arlo's crucnik venom was designed to be nothing but effective agianst vampires. That venom and its heavy sedation effects the perfect driver and method of delivery for Sebastian's venom in turn. That cocktail of endorphins sure to be finding Damon's system rapidly in turn. Matteo quite assured the man was about to be the happiest he had ever been. Those very words he offered so aimed towards Alexander then and yet he quote suspected it hardly mattered much if Damon heard in that moment now with that venom rampaging through his system.

"I had a little trouble trying to remove the....let us say.....potency of the drive within my Son-n-Laws venom. There is every chance our vampiric friend might find himself feeling a little....amorous as well. Maybe do not stand too close Alex, he might decide your pretty."


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