Debts Repaid
It was, all in all, a bit easier to enter the House of Pain on the second trip. The bouncer, Thaddeus noticed with not a little amusement, was quite courteous this time around, both to Alfarinn and himself.
Additionally, he had to admit...he looked good, and that helped his confidence somewhat as he and Alfarinn made their way through the crowd to the bar. While he would never dream of wearing such things anywhere other than this club, he could not help but notice that his new clothes were flattering. He was beginning to think there might be something to modern fashion after all, though some comfort appeared to have been lost in the design.
Already it had been a full evening, moving from store to store to pick up needed items for their search. Their ventures, in the end, had been fruitful, though the laptop would be delayed a day or so and the tiny stun gun would have to be picked up later. Hence their visit to the club tonight, rather than investigating apartments. It seemed no matter how many crisp bills Thaddeus put on the counter, the arms dealer would not budge on the needed paperwork, which took time. The computer store where they had selected the needed laptop was equally immovable, though Thaddeus thought in this case it was a matter of availability. He had been offered the computer on display, but had declined. He supposed the sales person thought him odd, judging by the looks he gave Thaddeus's gloved hands as he experimentally tapped at the keyboard, but did not press the issue.
To compensate for the current lack of weaponry, Thaddeus had a rather impressive dagger tucked conveniently in his boot. Modern weapons, it seemed, were another item to be considered, though he sincerely hoped such protections could soon be placed in a locked drawer and forgotten. In any case, Thaddeus was not even sure it would occur to him to use the weapon; it was somewhat against his instincts in the first place, and it was much easier to forget he carried anything at all.
Having made it to the bar without incident, Thaddeus leaned over and spoke.
I believe I owe you a drink. What would you like?
Well. He cut to the heart of the matter.
He couldn't help but wonder, though, if Simon was really as direct as he seemed; underneath the forward leap in conversation was a silver tongue. He was fortunate, then, that Alfarinn was just as clever with his words. Neither party, at this point, was giving away more than they had to in order to get something in return; a careful give and take could prove beneficial to everyone, but the conversation would be more delicate than either man's bluntness appeared on the surface.
Thaddeus turned his hand over and laced his fingers with Alfairnn's before speaking to Simon.
I do not pretend to know what your 'source' told you, but the ring benefits no one save its owner. I am afraid without knowing the exact nature of your involvement with the ring, there is little else I can tell you regarding how it will ultimately effect your clan.
Simon looked back and forth between the two men. 'You would do the same.' He wondered just then if Sorin's conversation with Ellis would lead to blood shed. He mentally rolled his eyes. Of course it would with those two. Simon knew Sorin. If there was a counterpart to Ellis, it was Sorin. The two mixing would be very bad.
"I don't see the importance of it, truthfully. It was meant to be passed down from one generation to the next. It wouldn't do anyone else any good. Thaddeus is quite correct and honest there. Would you happen to know why they wanted it? As for Clan Anantya's reason, it belonged to an Anantya and has been returned to them. Evenhet has no quarrel with that, nor any caring to claim it. We are here to clear our names with any involvement in the whole situation regarding its disappearance from their clan." He looked down at the hand entwined with his own. It might have started out that way, though Emma was his friend and he would have chased this killer down for her sake without Evenhet being the one blamed for it, but it has become so much more. Alfarinn ran his thumb along the inside of Thaddeus's palm thoughtfully before looking back up at Simon.
"So yes, I'd do the same. I know you'd deal fairly with me, unless it was necessary for Tacharan that you did otherwise. I think that would be a rare situation and one I'd prefer not to see. So perhaps we should pool our resources here?" At this he looked at his companion. "If that is agreeable to everyone involved. I feel we each have a piece of a puzzle that we are trying to make sense of."
Yes this arrangement would do.
'The source seems to think that the ring is lost from its owner and that it,' his eyes went from Alafrinn to Thaddeus, 'belongs to him.' Simon brought his arm down and put both his hands in his lap. 'He has promised us the names of,' he looked around, trying to think of the word, 'undesirables amongst our ranks.' Simon bristled at the thought. 'Tacharan is in a bit of a pickle, so to speak. He is helping us rectify a misfortunate act of betrayal.'
He had already decided from the beginning he would be honest with Alafrinn. A forked-tongue was not his strong suit. That worked for Ellis, but for Simon his honor carried more weight than his fist. At least he hoped it did.
He let the two men's words wash over him, his head bowed in concentration. It was somewhat less complicated for Alfarinn and Simon to enter into an alliance; they had a history together, and were both leaders of their respective clans. Thaddeus was not, and as he mulled over the implications of the two men's comments, he began to realize that he was, perhaps, deeply in over his head.
Simon's source did not want the ring. Thaddeus thought it clear that the Tacharan had been misled to believe that for some manipulative purpose. The source wanted something else.
Thaddeus thought he had a reasonably good idea of what that might be.
First Evenhet is framed for Emma's death, and now Tacharan enters the fold. And someone is coming for me. Who will Anantya blame for my death? Who would believe Simon if he claimed he intended to reward a killer with a useless ring?
He halfheartedly reminded himself that he was not going to die. In fact, dying right now would be incredibly inconvenient for vampire kind at the moment, considering it could very well cause a bloody clan war the likes of which eternity had yet to witness.
He was not entirely certain of how much of this he should share with the two men. Alfarinn would be concerned, and who knew what Simon would do? Strike preemptively?
He lifted his head, looked up into Simon's eyes, and spoke, almost tiredly.
You were misled.
He should take everything to the Anantya Elders. The entire plot. He had been foolish to think this was no more than a personal mission, and the scale of it had blown up in everyone's faces. He had no right...
Didn't he, though? It was not as though Simon and Alfarinn could simply walk away from this now, much as Thaddeus regretted their current situation. Should he hand this over to the Anantya Elders now, they would be trapped in an endless circle of mistrust.
No. Thaddeus had put them into this situation, and he would do what he could to see them out of it as well.
Your source is possibly quite dangerous indeed. I do not believe he intends to help you, at least not in the scheme of things. He has lied to you about the ring; it does not belong to him and holds no use for him.
He paused to gauge their reactions. He had little doubt that they would make the connection eventually, but it was best to tread very carefully right now. Avoiding all out war was a delicate matter, after all.
Simon nodded, 'Yeah I hadn't guessed he was being truthful. I dont see why a raging psycho vampire that has a penchant for killing his own kind would want a ring.' Again Simon put his hands on the table and turned his palms up.
'So the question is, why would he want me to tell him who has it and more importantly, why does he want that person dead?' He looked at Thaddeus. An uneasy feeling was telling him that the person in question was him. Simon could see the affection between the men. He also saw the pain of possible loss shadowing them. It didnt take an empath to see that this was not a casual fling between them.
'Wouldnt it also be safe to assume that someone has put this idea in his head and again...who was that person?' Simon shook his head, 'No this man is led by deceit and anger. Someone fucked with it like a kid with a stick and a wasp nest.'
Listening to the tired resignation in the Anantya's voice was painful, he could only hope that Thaddeus wouldn't do something rash in this, the man had an incredible sense of responsibility which might even go too far and he didn't want to see him decide to save them all trouble by putting himself at risk instead. Alfarinn then reminded himself that this was his foolish habit and not the Thaddeus's.
" So you think someone is using this person, who kills his own kind?" Alfarinn shivered slightly at the thought of such a mind and whatever trauma would make such a person.
"Its possible...hmm...You're supposed to return the ring. What if we had a duplicate made? Unless they had someone able to sense such things they'd never know. We could see what your source did with it once you gave it to him -if- it is the ring he is truly after. If not, then we can watch what happens next. Either way, this person would have to eventually lead us to who ever he is working with if this is not his own plan."
This was turning out better and worse than he'd thought. Alfarinn just hoped that with their combined information it would be enough to lead them to the murder and his accomplice, if that is what the second person was, before the killer got to them.
He inwardly flinched at Simon's statements. Cutting to the heart of matters once again. Still, the Tacharan seemed to be handling things with patience and thought, which was assuring. And Alfarinn was still as sharp as ever, which is what they all needed.
He wondered at the theory that the source was working with someone. Thaddeus supposed it was possible, reasonable even; Simon had described this man as a "raging psycho,"Â? not at all the sort who could meticulously plan this out himself. Driven by deceit and anger...Thaddeus frowned. It would explain a great deal if this source turned out to be the killer they were looking for initially; the killer and his accomplice had tried to frame Evenhet once before, which could have led to war. This seemed like more of the same, and gave a clear motive for Emma's death. Still, a plan of that scale and with that amount of time between killings seemed somewhat far fetched. Thaddeus put that thought to the back of his mind to allow it time to simmer, and looked up Simon.
An accomplice is a good possibility, though you know your source better than I.
He looked to Alfarinn.
A duplicate is a good idea. However...Thaddeus bit his lip thoughtfully before he remembered that Simon was across the table watching his nervous habits. A part of him was protesting that what he was about to propose was simply not an option, but he would and had given up more....I know I certainly would not want to be the once facing this source should he have an ability to judge a fake.
I think we should explore the possibility of giving him the real thing. This source clearly takes no issue with killing vampires and has, if Simon's beliefs are correct, done it before, and...
Thaddeus cut himself off, realizing what he was saying. 'An accomplished killer.' Was it possible....
...it doesn't seem worth the risk when we have safer bait to begin with.
I would, of course, have every intention of getting the ring back to its proper place. In the scheme of things, though, it is...Thaddeus would have said 'a small price to pay,' but the idea rang so false in his thoughts....worth it.
How much time do we have, Simon? When is your source expecting results?
"That is perhaps the wisest plan, It is good of you to be willing to consider that option. I know that it has been lost for a long time."
He gave Thaddeus a slight sad smile, Alfarinn was proud of him, as always. This was the man who once told him he was unkind? Alfarinn felt this is one of those times that proves he was correct in believing otherwise.
"We'd need to know who we are following, of course, if the ring is to be given up, so that we have a way of getting it back. This would solve your problem in the deal you have with this person. He will then be obligated to help you with the traitors in your midst once you give him the ring, at which time, you've done your part. If he should later lose the ring..." Alfarinn shrugged and smiled. "It would be no fault of Tacharan's.
Simon was perplexed by the fact that they had not heard of The Wolf and his antics. He was a vampire killer. Maybe Tacharan was as seedy as people said it was. Then again, why would an ancient and an empathic know about their killing lifestyle. He would have to tread carefully, but hiding information wasn't going to help them.
'I'm curious.' He started slowly, 'I assumed you both knew who I was referring to.' His eyebrows furrowed. 'You are aware of The Wolf, correct?'
He shook his head at Simon's query, perplexed.
Not I.
He looked over at Alfarinn, confusion marking his features. Clearly this was an individual of some notoriety, yet he had never heard that particular pseudonym before. Then, he generally stayed out of those circles, at least in recent years. Sorin would probably know of him, and Thaddeus once again contemplated getting the Anantya Elders involved. At the very least Mai.
Frustrated that they had been so close to seeing the source face to face, he paused long enough in his mental cursing to take a sip of his still mostly full drink.
When Alfarinn heard hushed mention of the name it was purely by accident, a slip of the tongue from an aid when explaining to him why Megan couldn't meet with him. Casual inquiries didn't tell him much other than the man was dangerous, a killer, short term thug, not to be trusted. After that.. Alfarinn didn't -want- to know. Now he wished he'd paid more attention and he hoped the price for his semi-clean conscience wasn't going to be too high.
"Very little, reputation only. We did not know who was after the ring only that someone was." Alfarinn sighed and took another swallow of his drink, staring at the glass thoughtfully for a moment before asking. "Can you tell us more about who we are likely to be dealing with?"
He lifted his hands and sighed. 'He's very much the demented soul. Vengence is his life. Retribution is all he seems to think about and his need to kill vampires,' Simon shook his head and sat foward. 'Listen, we all know how dangerous it is to be a clanless vampire. Hunted down and harvested is a walk in the park compared to The Wolf's need to feed on vampire blood. He has this...innate desire to decimate his own kind and for whatever reason, he wants whoever has the ring and he will not stop.'
Leaning back Simon looked at both the men. His heart, what was left of his human heart, went out to them both. He wasn't aware of Alafrinn even having someone for something other than just company. He knew Alafrinn would want to protect Thaddeus.
Simon shook his head slowly, 'The Wolf is very old. The ancient stink about him is thick.' He paused. 'He also can summon a pet. We're dealing with the devil's plaything and I can only imagine who's holding the leash.'
Thaddeus had expected to feel some twist of fear at Simon's description. Perhaps he was merely stunned at the horror the Tacharan described. He mentally pinched himself. It was somewhat odd to him, to be discussing his potential killer calmly over drinks in the House of Pain.
He did rather wish Alfarinn hadn't heard that, but so far the Evenhet had been so focused and helpful, and being near him kept him in the needed frame of mind.
He bit back a barb about the company Simon chose to keep, though he wondered what the Tacharan could have been thinking.
I can see why you would want to part company with him. He seems to be a very...he gave Alfarinn a pointed look...bitter vampire.
Thaddeus was becoming increasingly suspicious. Simon's description sounded very much like a bitter killer who murdered vampires for personal reasons, which is just what they were looking for.
He was strongly tempted to ask about The Wolf's eyes, but realized that he might not get the accurate reaction he was looking for. It would be better to keep the questions general and not lead Simon into an expected reaction. If The Wolf was indeed Emma's killer, his eyes would be remembered without Thaddeus pointing it out, he was sure of it.
Is there anything else of note regarding The Wolf?
'Well he's about six foot or so. Black hair, blue eyes. Fairly well tanned for a vampire.' Simon shrugged, 'He has a tracking ability but I would assume he's of Anantya blood. Like I said he can summon and is very old.'
Simon snapped his fingers, 'His name is Lykaios.'
The Wolf though, was Anantya but someone he never heard of while he was a part of that clan. Simon said he was old, so how could someone like that be missed? Did he have reason to hate Emma enough to kill her or was it simply his lust for the death of vampires? It wouldn't seem to be an unfortunate accident but he was a hired killer so it was probable that someone hired him to do the job. Questions were answered but more came up. He would keep an open mind and hope for Thaddeus's sake that he never found anything that led to Sorin because the man was actually innocent. Whatever he make think of him personally, his companion considered him a friend.
The new name that Simon gave didn't sound familiar either, Alfarinn shook his head, no, and looked at Thaddeus to see if that helped. The vampire had blue eyes, it might be the right person they wouldn't know for certain until they saw him... and that would require looking him in the eyes.
Alfarinn was mostly in a state of numbed shock at this point, so much information needed to be taken in and dealt with. His companion's emotions alarmed him more than anything else, he sensed the same detachment from Thaddeus along with a resigned determination and that was the part that worried him. Alfarinn longed to be back at the apartment were they could talk through this in a more comfortable setting and he could find out just what the blonde was thinking and planning.
In any case, we have at best a fortnight.
Thaddeus blinked, the discussion with Alfarinn coming back to him.
'Mind keeping me to yourself for a fortnight?'
He shook the memory away and pulled his notepad out of one of his cargo pockets, his pen out of the other, and wrote out his mobile phone number, sliding the paper over to Simon's side of the table.
So you can contact me when The Wolf returns. I will give you the ring to give to him at that point, if we are agreed that giving him the ring and hoping he leads us to his conspirator is the best option.
And I would lay eyes on him for myself.
There was really no other way to be certain of The Wolf's identity and whether he was also responsible for Emma's death.
In the meantime, I suggest we come up with a method for following his movements once he has the ring in hand, and use what time we have to make arrangements.
And I will have arrangements of my own to make. Just in case.
Thaddeus felt his jaw tighten in determination as he regarded Simon.
You should know that I have every intention of seeing that ring back in Anantya's hands. Furthermore, I will do everything I can to ensure The Wolf's target survives. I would suggest ensuring you are quite thoroughly done dealing with The Wolf before the ring exchanges hands. He may well be of little help to you when this is over.
He gave Alfarinn's hand a squeeze that he hoped was reassuring in spite of his darker words.
Simon grinned, 'Quid pro quo, gentlemen. I have been more than gracious with my information here tonight.' He held his hands open again, waiting.
Thaddeus might have been angry if not for the oddity of the question. He scanned his memory of the conversation, trying to recall if Emma had been brought up, but he was certain neither Alfarinn nor himself had mentioned her by name. Was this an innocent non-sequitur? Thaddeus doubted it. Simon knew something, though what, specifically, was difficult to say. Why were Sorin and Morrigan speaking to Ellis? He was surprised to find himself more mystified than annoyed, though there was an undercurrent of irritation in his answer.
And yet it would seem you know more information than you let on. Interesting, that.
Thaddeus reasoned that the same could be said of him and Alfarinn, but dammit, Simon did not need to know about this. However, he was not really in a position to dictate what Simon "needed to know,"Â? and he knew it. If Simon knew something about Emma that he did not, it was critical to get that out in the open.
Thaddeus pinched the bridge of his nose in distress, realizing now that it was probably a mistake to snap at Simon. The topic of Emma had a tendency to make him less than rational and this slip in decorum could prove detrimental indeed. The best he could do was to offer what scant information he had as a peace offering. He schooled himself to be calm, and found that he already was.
I could not tell you why Morrigan mentioned Emma to Sorin, particularly in Ellis's presence, without knowledge of the context of the conversation. I would venture to guess it was more of their usual idle banter.
In any case, I doubt the conversation was relevant to the topic at hand. Neither Morrigan nor Sorin are aware of the ring's current situation. This began as a personal matter between Maker and Descendent, not an Anantya issue, and it has, to this point, remained so. And I would assure you, Tacharan has no reason to be concerned over Emma. She passed quite some time ago.
He mentally apologized for the blunt eulogy and hoped that answer would satisfy Simon. Without knowing what the Tacharan already knew and what he might want to know specifically, he was not sure what telling the entire story would solve except to kill more precious time. Additionally, Thaddeus felt he was already going out on a limb by essentially admitting that he did not have the Triad's backing. Simon likely -did- need to know that, though, and the part of him that wasn't busy feeling slightly ill at the turn this conversation had taken was relieved he had told the Tacharan where he currently stood with his Clan.
'You do me a disservice, Thaddeus.'
For years Simon has tried to be a model of a true Tacharan. If only for appearance sake. 'My clan is not my image and I do not wear it like a badge of honor. Nor do I think it gives me certain privileges being it's second in command. I would trust Alafrinn here could explain that I am a man of honor. Scheming and treachery are not my long suit. So I would ask you do me the favor of treating me as a man, rather than a vampire as I have done for you.'
Shaking his head, 'I do not trust your clan. Probably as much as you do not trust mine but know this. I have no desire to hand you over to the Wolf and gain empty favors for Tacharan.'
He looked Thaddeus in the eyes and in a soft, sad voice, 'If I could change things...really...change things...I would. This isn't about Tacharan or Anantya or even Evenhet. I am offering my help, do me the courtesy to see me for what I am, not what I'm labeled as.'
Simon again leaned forward, 'And I will do the same.'
Simon straightened and wiped the tops of this thighs, looking down a little flushed from his speech. He did not like the tone the young one was taking with him, but accepted it since Thaddeus had quite a bit more to lose trusting the wrong person.
Simon paused a moment, remember something The Wolf had said.
(previously from 'Cocktails and pain with The Wolf')
"A Ring belongs to a Wolf,"Â? The Wolf repeated, bitterly. "The Maker gave a Ring to a Wolf, but The Supplanter stole it from him, stole it and kept it for many years."Â?
Simon cleared his throat and continued. 'You said The Maker and the Descendant. He said the same thing, but about The Maker and The Supplanter. That the Supplanter stole the ring and kept it from him.'
Simon was growing tired of the cryptic phrases and mistrust. He wasn't sure this conversation could progress further, but waited on what Alafrinn would say.