How easily that knife slide through that flesh. Ian having managed to cook something successfully for once in his fucking life. That meat all but fell from the bone as Darcy balanced that lamb shank upright atop the plate, the knife in his right hand slicing downward again, another strip of meat added to the every growing pile upon the plate. That bone near stripped bare now. It was an arduous task and yet a necessary one for this evening. His mismatched gaze glanced briefly toward the clock on his bedside table, that time displaying just after ten thirty in the evening. It was still to early to head to the bar his Lover had requested he 'visit' this evening. Most of Haunt's patrons not due to arrive until midnight and there would be little point creating a scene without a decent amount of witness' to bare testament to his work. Besides, Risque had not yet sent him her new pet. His Mistress having assured him the evening prior she intended to send him the creature for training and that he was to take it with him tonight if only to see how it performed. Darcy anticipating that knock at his door within the next hour or so and for someone to deliver him that new panther.

He had accepted that task with the same cordial obedience he accepted all things from Risque and yet how very.....un-enthusiastic he found himself over the notion of dealing with yet another unruly, unpredictable cat. One so apparently crafted by Tetradore no less. As if they needed more of that little shits influence. How unwilling he was to question any of Risque's choices and yet how very prone she was crafting.....undesirable individuals to bring into her servitude. Tetradore, Cobain and now this- whatever her name was. How he adored his Mistress and yet how she had a talent for stubborn, difficult, irritating pets. Then again, he supposed, they were all the more fun to break. All the more satisfying to shatter. All the more obedient in the end. If this new pet held but even an ounce of Tetradore's defiance it would surely prove to be a very long night- for her. Darcy not having yet failed to bring into line any of those creatures Risque had sent him previously even despite his veritable indifference to felines as a whole. Breaking an animal to work, after all, was very near his family business.

The final strip of meat was cut easily from that shank then. The knife tossed onto the bed beside him, the bone resting on the plate before that single, sharp whistle echoed within the room. The sound of clawing permeated that silence then. That little Lynx kitten, still to small to make the leap onto his bed from the ground, frantically attempted to claw its way up the covers. Darcy content to watch its efforts for several moments until it begun to tire. The vampire reaching over to gently grasp the scruff off his pet before lifting her onto the bed. Princess scurrying towards that plate only for that soft hiss to rise from his own lips. The little creature halting readily to stare up at him. That snarl contorted to a simper in a near instant.

"Dat's me girl. You wait. Sit down."

That first strip of roast lamb was easily was plucked from the plate then and held above his precious pet. Princess attempting to swat at it, only for Darcy to hold it higher and out off her reach. That command to sit repeated again. That ever-growing kit sitting back a mere second later. Darcy instantly affording her that sweet roast meat before the command was repeated again. Lamb was hard to come by. A rare treat and yet nothing was too good for his Princess. The only feline in that entire bar worthy off his attention let alone his misguided brand of affection. That little creature, a gift from his beloved Risque, having become an utterly precious possession to him. That sudden knock at the door drew his gaze sharply upward. That overwhelming scent of Were with its foul, tainted blood, permeating into the room even from here. His lip curling ever so slightly in disdain.

"Yar."

That door swung open a moment later. Randall stepping into the room then, dragging some....girl by her upper arm before affording Darcy himself a near pointed look. The vampire gesturing to that single wooden chair in the far corner off the room. Randall proceeding to all but manhandle the dark-haired girl into it with that command to stay before turning back towards Darcy whom remained content to lounge upon the end of his bed. That lamb shank bone was plucked from the plate as Princess scrambled up his jean-clad leg to sit atop his bent knee as if to judge those very proceedings like a Queen upon her throne. Risque sent this with her, don't ask me how the fuck your going to do anything with it though. I've gone ten fucking feet with her and she never shuts up. That collar and leash were tossed near unceremoniously onto the bed, Darcy eyeing them almost indifferently before his gaze shifted to the woman in the chair.

"She seems damn quiet now."

Randall hardly seemed to have a reply as Darcy reached one hand upward to lazily run his fingers through his kittens fur. The girl in the corner utterly ignored for now. "Do you want me to take that plate away?"

"I ain't dun."
"It's only a bone left, Darc."

That very bone was lifted smoothly to his lips, those wicked double fangs flashing within the gloom of the room before that sickening crunch echoed throughout the space. Those fangs, distinctly stronger then most vampires, shattering and cracking that bone with ease before the sound of crunching reverberated in that space. Randall's features paling readily as Darcy plucked several shards from his lips to toss back onto the plate. That knife reached for again, the vampire content to use the tip the scrap that marrow from the center. That, by far, the best part. A dismissive wave off his hand sent Randall out the door then. Darcy content to continue to ignore the girl as he finished his meal despite the staring she was content to fix him with. Bold of her. They would see how bold she was by the time he was finished with her.

"Ya hungry, Kitty?"

Those mismatched eyes flicked towards her at last. Princess, still seated like a neat statue atop his knee turned her own gaze toward Harley then. Her paws kneading up and down as if feeding off the very anticipation off her Master below. That violet eyed woman offering no response. Hmmm. Stubborn then. Was he truly surprised though, if she was an offshoot of Tetty-Bear? That very bone in Darcy's hand was suddenly hurled towards her with enough force to render her unconscious should it manage to strike her head at which it was aimed. Harley veritably forced to leap aside or duck that sudden blow. That southern drawl leaving his lips again. Darcy, this time, reaching for the knife t twirl within his fingers in clear threat of what he was intending to throw next.

"Try the fuck again. I'm talkin' to ya. Are ya hungry, Kitty?'


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and i'll stay alive, just to follow you home