Another night in this carnival of souls
It was a strange and complicated sensation to sit across from someone you barely knew and yet have some irrevocable connection both potent and endless. Both men hardly knew the true ramifications of that they had signed up for and yet the hunter wouldn't turn his back on his creation. He had no fucking clue what he was doing but that was not an excuse enough to shun his attempt to try. If there was a right way to navigate through the sheer mayhem he invited within this man's life. It had to be better than death amongst the discarded garbage within that alley. Desperately, he tried to piece the right words of wisdom and in truth, he wasn't sure if they even existed. As he suspected, it produced more questions, more looks of sheer bafflement from the man that sat across from him. It would all make sense one day, he was sure it would all click into place, the dust would settle and he would rise better for it. Or so he hoped it would for Alistair's sake.
Adrien's own life seemed to take a sharp change of its own. He was once a man so steadfast in his own ways, a man who worked alone. He was disciplined as he was structured. Both Audi and Ali rivalled that. Here he was with a man he was responsible for and a woman he couldn't rid his mind of. There was no part in his carefully planned routine which included any of that. He would never welcome anyone into this life, his life. He was responsible for no other than himself. His own actions affected only himself, no one got too close, no one could be used against him. It was foolproof or had he been the fool to believe it? He knew what he signed himself up for. He knew it and yet all in a relatively short span he played saboteur in his own tragedy.
He clenched his jaw tightly as he could hardly believe his own slip-up having brought up the fairy. He should have been mortified. Internally, he chastised himself, his shadowy purple eyes growing darker. Adrien shifted to further sit upright, his spine rigid as opposed to the easy relaxed stance he took moments before. His face contorted into a grimace at the conflicting emotions that snaked inside of his own mind. He could stare danger in the face, had gained a reputation for his ruthless prowess but now he cowered in the face of a delicate fae. Those incompatible thoughts flashed behind his stormy unique eyes. That desire want hardly worked with his self-proclaimed duty to the innocents he wished to protect. It was like oil and water. What made her any different from the supernatural creatures he hunted? What made Alistair any different from the other's that had died in his arms? The prospect of any of it seemed to make him shift uneasily within his chair, he could feel that pressure build in his chest. He needed to remind himself of his purpose. The reason why he forged himself into this. A reaper to those callused creatures that freely roamed inflicting terror upon the weak. Audi was not the evil he hunted. He had to be sure even though he felt it in his bones. How sure he thought his compass of what was good and evil was so clear as shadow was to light. Now, he wasn't so sure even though his gut had rarely steered him wrongly before.
Adrien seemed pensive for a tender moment before he explained that tale, the beginning, where it all went to shit. Where he was tested and reborn into what he was today. There were nights that he wondered who was the monster, his own reflection in the mirror often questionable even to him. Regardless of that internal debate, Alistair seemed to follow each and every word. He had a right to know, hell, Adrien felt compelled to tell him that tale that so rarely fell from his lips for whatever reason beyond his own comprehension. Not even his own maker knew that story. He noted that silent bob of his head as if urging those words from his lips, fueled by his own curiosity or whatever else. He felt riled by the end of it, he could feel the edge of that fuel and purpose which drove him.
Everything had once been so clear. Kill the evil that waged war within that world. Vampires would always be the demons to slay. It was in their nature. The rest, between the furries, the elusive fae and the magically inclined well that was far more a grey area for him. But even for as long as he had been at this. He wasn't sure if it made a damn difference. For just as many he slew, there seemed to be more shortage of evil in this figurative hell-mouth. It was a losing battle, he was sure; one he could not turn away from. Alistair said little about Adrien's tale as he so easily shifted that conversation back toward the fae woman he tried to ignore and ultimately failed. Alistair's words struck a chord probably more than it should have, his lips formed into a grim line before they parted to speak. "I am supposed to be helping you." His baritone voice mirrored the war in his heart. He concluded, his lowered gaze rose to look into the gaze of the emerald-eyed man across from him. He knew what Ali was doing. It was potently effective. A contemplative frown etched upon the man's face when Alistair pressed on. Ask her out?
"I see what you are trying to do." He leaned back into that simple wooden chair that creaked in protest as he did so. He rose an idle hand to caress the clear line of his jaw. What was the worst that could happen? Clearly he didn't know that it was far more complicated than simply asking. She was a fae, he was a hunter. It was doomed from the start, he was sure. Sure there was also the very big possibility of the woman's rejection. He still cursed himself at his previous attempt, to try and woo her even despite himself. What would she say about the cheesy stuffed toy? How could he come back from that? "I will think about it." He all but agonized. Little did he know he was doomed to that answer already. He knew the moment he saw her it would be his undoing.
"What about you? Do you have anyone waiting for you back home? You should probably message them let them know you are alright." That comment oddly thoughtful. Yet was it not HIS turn to reveal bits about himself? He slowly stood up before he cleared off that table, placing them in the washing machine across the admittedly small room in comparison to his actual home. The rest he would deal with later. He turned his head to call over his shoulder.
"You want anything else? I have plenty more drinks and food if you're still hungry." He paused as he waited long enough for the man to answer before he placed the remainder of that food into a Tupperware with care with the intent on giving it to the new hunter. He would notice his appetite would increase as those changes began to settle and take shape within him.
Pivoting around to face him once more. Enough about him perhaps he could garner a little out of him. "I saw you had a book in the alley, I've seen something like that. You an artist or journalist of some sort?" That query which stemmed from his own curiosity of this man he had now found himself bound to.
These memories are like shadows
I can't seem to find my way home