It was a precarious thing- to balance Risque's moods. The vampire womens ire so eternally seeming to balance upon that proverbial knife's edge. Her temperament, much akin to his own, capable of changing without a moment's notice. Darcy near assured that news he brought her tonight was likely to prompt those less then peaceable feelings within her. The vampiric man having remained watchful of her for most of the evening in a near careful, practiced deduction of just when might be the opportune moment to deliver that information. It had been several nights since his dealings with Haunt and Harley in turn. That bar brawl having hit the local papers the very next day. Tybalt's death having spread quickly throughout that vampiric community in turn. Darcy had delivered Risque his report of that battle the very night it had happened and yet with the sun threatening to rise at any given moment he had been given little chance to brief her upon the full extent of those pertinent details. How it would enrage her to know of those deals made behind her back between those other bars. Darcy himself inclined to near bristle at even the thought of Blue Moon and their efforts to veritably fuck Syn over. The entire matter so inclined to leave a near bitter taste in his mouth. The man having spent the better part of yesterday evening having within his own room. His cunning mind content to go over that plan of sorts he had devised. Risque, after all, would expect nothing less than for him to present answers to any problem her brought her in turn. Darcy not in the habit of disappointing her.

For now however, he returned to that more pressing matter of finishing his drink. That wine glass was lifted easily to his lips. Darcy draining what remained of that blood from within. The still-warm liquid was nothing but tantalizing to his throat and satisfying to that thirst that never truly seemed to be sated no matter how much he fed. He shifted slightly agianst that railing he lent precariously on, his mismatched gaze wandering across that rooftop before coming to rest upon Risque's figure in turn. His mistress nothing short of...breathtaking beneath that full embrace of the moon's glow. Her slender, feminine figure was reclined with a near sinfully tempting ease upon that black chaise lounge he had made Randall carry up those stairs purely for Risques comfort. Princess, having favoured that lounge over any other place on the rooftop, had made herself at home agianst Risque's side. The ever-growing kittens fur appearing almost luminescent beneath the moon's pallor. Darcy was capable of hearing those continuous reverberating purrs that rolled from within his pets throat as Risque's fingers near idly stroked her fur. His lover, in that moment, very near the picture of relaxation as she savoured her own drink. Just as he had intended. How loath he was to ruin that almost....pleasant evening they had enjoyed so far. Yet- he could hardly risk retaining that information to himself any longer lest she accuse him of keeping it from her or indeed- risk her becoming aware of his purposeful efforts to keep her in a decidedly good mood for the evening. A hand he was often inclined to play whenever he had news she would find disagreeable. Risque, he suspected, long since having caught onto his game and yet she had never yet proven uninclined to bask in his attentions when he offered them so freely. That Queen of The Damned having accepted his offer of those moonlight drinks upon the rooftop, abandoning the rabble below to deal with their own insignificant problems for a few hours. How very much he liked having her all to himself. That possessive hint so lingering within his gaze all the same. Still- he could hardly stall any longer. Darcy pushing off that railing then.

"Yar lookin' awful good beneth dat moon tonight, Darlin'."

He could hardly help that praise that fell from his lips all the same. The sight of her veritably bathing in that moon's glow was...beyond tempting. Darcy's own thoughts, for a moment, content to drift toward several other uses for that couch and how that outfit she wore all but clung to every line of her figure in a manner almost...delicious. How unfortunate he was unlikely to be permitted to enjoy it tonight. His own form eased itself into that chair opposite her own lounge then. Princess eyeing her Master lazily from her position before rolling onto her side and stretch fully agianst Risque in the hope the woman's fingers might continue that leisurely stroking. Darcy reached easily into that leather jacket then, that ledger tossed onto that small table between them.

"We recovered dat da night we went to 'Aunt. I've been goin' through it, makin' sure I was sure of what I knew before I brought it to ya. I've 'ighlit-ed da parts dat are important for ya."

He paused then, waiting for Risque to reach for that leather bound book before opening it. Darcy having highlighted every single one of those payments made by Blue Moon each month and right into Haunt's bank account. That second piece of paper, that bloodied contract Tybalt had given him, placed upon the table then and slid towards her.

"Before he died dat night, Tybalt tried to buy 'Arley and I. Dat's da contract he offered me. It's er....got some face on it, dun mind that. Dat was what he was offerin' ta pay me, said he 'ad new financial backin'. I took dat ledger before I killed 'im. He wasn't lyin bout dat financial backin'. Blue Moon was payin' him, every month. Big money too. 'Aunt was supplying vampires in turn. Dare is every chance Night Train is in dis too. Blue Moon is armouring up. If dem other two bars are supportin' 'em den we outnumbered nearly three ta one. Dem payments started nearly four months ago."

Darcy paused once more then, his mismatched gaze lifting from that ledger to Risque herself. The vampire ever-watchful off his mistress. Darcy aware of nearly every pull and tug of every muscle within her figure in those moments as he sought to read her reaction to that news that Blue moon had, for near on four months, been preparing to rally agianst them.

"Tybalt was a damn fucking fool, but Cade innit. If Cade's been gettin all dese vampires together den it ain't gonna be long before he comes at us. I reckon dat I might 'ave a plan. I been workin' on somthin'. I need yar to 'ear me out dough, Darlin'. Cause you ain't gonna like it at first. We need Cade ta come 'ere. We can't take da fight to dem."

That Darcy wanted that battle to come to them he knew, would almost certainly be agianst Risque's own desires. His mistress nothing if not bold in her actions and her assaults. Risque almost certain to want to meet that challenge head on with vicious, violent assurance and yet....that was almost certainly what Cade wanted. Darcy's own figure tensed but slightly then, the man preparing to move lest she lash out towards him in any fashion. Those mismatched gaze still meeting her own. Those next words perhaps even bolder still and yet- they were hardly a lie. That southern drawl rolling from his lips then even despite that irritation he near anticipated, his head dipping in that almost submissive gesture in turn as if in some effort to appease her even despite the reality of those words.

"I ain't ever let ya down before and I ain't gonna do it now. Yar gonna 'ave ta trust me."



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