i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

The Dark Hunter species was near made for the eradication of the supernatural that plagued the earth's surface. Alexander himself was a finely-tuned executioner at heart, the conqueror soul so coaxed to shift from world domination to hunter and how he excelled at it. Kidnapping, however, if this could even be called that, was another matter entirely. His every movement was nothing short of purposeful as he kicked Damon's feet out from underneath him, purposefully dropping the vampire to his knees, all the while remaining nothing short of attentive to those very fangs he so detested. His reach for that weapon was altogether natural, even if the dagger itself was far from it. Unfortunately, that threat hardly had a moment to fall from his lips before that nagging sensation of his own affinity so filled his thoughts, informing him not only of that incoming attack (one Matteo too was all too quick to caution him on) but also it's strengths, limitations, how it functioned, and every minute detail in between. Alexander despised simply dropping that hold he had upon the vampire and yet, he had little choice as he all but dodged backward, avoiding that blast of energy that so expelled from the man. He watched as Matteo vanished from view, only to reappear but moments later behind Damon. His blue-green gaze flickered towards the Frenchman, that simple hand motion informing him well of all he needed to know. His head bobbed ever so slightly, just in time for Damon to pivot upon his feet in clear effort to go after the fae. The vampire clearly sought out the form of the Frenchman and yet, with Matteo's absence, Damon was left with but himself to deal with.

A soft breath left Alexander's lips as his hand reached out for that old familiar spear. All too quickly did it materialize within his hand, the very weight of it so perfectly tuned to Alexander alone, even if the very ornateness of it so mirrored the ancient weapons of his own day and age. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as the vampire so turned towards him, clearly making some effort to goad him further on. Such words hardly proved effective against the great Alexander. "How very unfortunate for you." The Dark Hunter murmured, his baritone voice laced with that ill intent and yet, he hardly struck out against the vampire. Oh no, any irritation he felt was so carefully kept in check if only for the simple fact that they had far other plans for the undead fellow. His every movement was nothing short of purposeful as he prowled around the vampire, quite near herding Damon in the process. That feigned shift of his figure to strike, however, hardly seemed to elicit much reaction at all within the vampire and yet, considering those powers that rested just beneath Damon's skin, perhaps such a thing was not terribly surprising. Thankfully, he was saved from any further goading from the vampire at Matteo's near abrupt return, those needles held within the fae's hand, promising the end to this precarious dance. That silver tip jabbed forcefully into Damon's neck, the very sensation of it prompting a curse word from the vampire's lips and yet, it was far too late - the contents of the syringe was already flooding the undead man's system.

It was only once Matteo was back, safely, at his side that Alexander relaxed in even the slightest of fashions. A small frown toyed with his features at Matteo's insistence that he was relatively certain he'd gotten most of it within Damon's system. His eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly as he watched the vampire, those goading words quickly dissipating into a slur. That was....fast. At the very least he could hardly deny that Matteo's son-in-law and friend's venom were nothing short of...effective. That apology upon Matteo's lips prompted a roll of Alexander's own eyes. "I'm sure we all would." He retorted, after all, had Damon managed to get ahold of the Frenchman at his side, he would be all too inclined to see to the vampire's demise and, in his current state, he doubted Damon would find that very pleasing either. He watched in silence as the vampire reached out for the closest wall, his legs surely beginning to waver as he slid down the wall, demanding to know just what they had injected him with. His lips twitched ever so slightly in a brief display of amusement, altogether aware of just how much that singular word would so irk the Fae. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at Matteo's demand that he was simply not allowed to comment upon the Frenchman's state of manhood. "I wasn't planning on it." He responded with a chuckle somewhere in the depths of his voice.

That inquiry, however, went entirely unanswered as Damon's gaze turned to stare near purposefully off into the air. That very venom so seemingly had rendered the vampire incapable of intense thought, that glimpse of bliss clearly filling his features. His sea colored irises fluttered back towards Matteo in those moments of silence as the Frenchman so offered that warning of the fate that might possibly befall him. His eyebrow rose as he stepped further back, only to so effortlessly piece together that visit that Matteo had been all but desperate to make that night they had so collected that venom in the first place. That almost guilty look upon Matteo's features all but confirmed it. He'd told the fae to ensure he didn't get bitten by either of those two vampires, regardless of how friendly or those 'familial' connections. A soft sigh left his lips any yet any lecture he might have given the fae was abruptly cut off by the sudden offer of sex, so comparing it to an evening when the liquor had so gotten to his head and his inhibitions had, as a result, lowered immensely. It had, admittedly, been a rather enjoyable night, even if that affair was hardly a peak performance or any of their parts. "Remind me of this after we're done with him, hm?" He inquired, hardly trusting of the vampire to allow his thoughts to be deviated by such contemplations, even despite Damon's clear state of euphoria.

Any further conversation of what could be the future of his evening, however, was cut off by Damon's sudden inquiry of a song. His own eyebrow rose as he wearily eyed the head bobbing vampire. This was...certainly not what he had expected. That declaration that the vampire's fiance was the prettiest girl in the whole world, however, prompted a snort from Alexander, though Damon hardly seemed to be in the sort of mental state to even notice the Dark Hunter's dubiousness. His gaze briefly met Matteo's own before the Frenchman shifted closer towards Damon, crouching in front of the flopped vampire in an effort to better examine the results of his handiwork. Damon, for the most part, hardly seemed nearly as inclined to eat the fae now, the man instead far more interested in inviting them to some sort of....party? He hardly saw any reason to intervene in Matteo's own acceptance of that invitation, at least, until the Frenchman so declared his name to be Pedro. "Really?" He commented in an almost deadpan voice, his eyes rolling ever so slightly before his head shook. "Sure...Carlos, let's attend this...sit down party." This was, admittedly, not how Alexander had anticipated spending his night - sitting in an alleyway.