Up on the Rooftop [Jakob]

[lily tomlinson]

There is a reason for most of the things Liam does. Not good reasons, no. Sick, yes. Psychotic. Deranged. Depraved. All of the above, please.

Tonight was a night born out of pure want of fun and twisted pleasure. The need for a bout of torture and experimentation. One of the nights when The Ripper wanted to come out and play.

And where was Liam tonight? Why, a church! Such sinners desecrating the sanctimony of religion? Sure! But Liam, why good 'ol bloodthirsty Liam, was on the rooftop of said church, waiting for a victim. He was a shadow playing across the stained glass windows, a cackling madman gracing the arched roof. He was the one silently taunting the gargoyles, waiting with bated breath for his victim to descend upon the streets far below.

[shinigami]

The cathedral has a basement. The basement has an entrance into -- well, it's a cathedral; it has a yard. The sideyard, then. Not an alley, not even in a city; a sideyard, delineated from the rest by an iron rail that doesn't quite suit; by a spill of bougainvilla flowers. The sideyard opens into an alley, tawdry as hell; pun intended.

The point is the basement door opens, and Jakob Mueller backs out of it; he's laughing, low, and he stumbles over the last step. He could catch himself and keep himself from falling, but it appears that he hasn't chosen to do so, because he hit the courtyard with a nasty sounding crack. His puts a hand to the back of it, then holds it up and gazes at it. Blood? Why, of course not. Takes more than that to make him bleed. To split his skin.

He smiles, dreamily. "You are a very, very naughty girl. You - there was something - " And he is wagging his finger at the girl who's half-stumbled, half-skipped out after him. "Your blood was not very pure now, was it?"

And she falls on top of him. Literally. She's bleeding, and the blood has soaked through her skirt. The wound is on her thigh; Jakob's a lover, not a fighter. Well, he's a fighter, too, but mostly a lover. "I'm not very pure," she says, thick with innuendo, waggling her eyebrows up and down and up and down. He puts a hand over them to stop it. They look like caterpillars. OH DEAR GOD. CATERPILLAR EYEBROWS. THE HUMANS ARE GROWING SILKWORMS IN THEIR BODIES TO MAKE HAIR.

He knows that's ridiculous, so he starts to laugh, but warily; what if they really were growing caterpillars? He says, "Well, thaaaaaat's a thing now isn't it? Heh. Thing. But heh. Heh heh. C'mere." And he tangles his fingers through her hair, pullllllls her head to the side while she worms her way up his body in a most enticing way.

"You were all on the same stuff, weren't you?" he whispers, 'gainst her ear.

"MmmHMMM," the girl giggles, then cuts off mid-giggle with a gasp -- because he bites her. Sinks his teeth right into her throat, doesn't bother to make nice about it; she tries to push away, and then sort've melts against him, and Jakob? Jakob pulls back only to say, "And I ... Might be... Feel like birds are singing in my wrists... Stop it," he says, sternly, to his wrists. As they try to fly away. "But..." A smile, a bloody smile, he presses a kiss against the base of her throat. "You're so cute. And CHURCH DRUGS ARE THE BEST. AHAHAHA... So if I accidentally kill you..."

"Kill me?..." the girl says, blearily.

"No, only on accident," Jakob says, still stern. "If I kill you, say hello to God for me, okay?"

[hyde]

Ah. His victim. Such sweet victories awaited him.

Liam watched as one Mr. Jakob Mueller exited the church, obviously intoxicated. By what, he didn't care. It only meant the opportunity had arisen, and what kind of person would Liam be if he didn't take an opportunity when it presented itself? Why, not Liam, that's for sure!

Bunching his muscles, he leapt from the highest tower of the rooftop, dropping down soundlessly. Air swirled all around him, ruffling his hair like down feathers, causing his trench coat to billow out behind him.

BAM!

And then he landed, right on top of Jakob. Yes. Victory shall be his! Tonight was a night Liam held no mercy.

Quicker than human eyes could follow he pulled out a handkerchief coated in vampire-strength chloroform and placed it over Jakob's mouth. And in the same motion he pulled a dagger from his boot and efficiently killed off the harlot who had been accompanying his victim. No witnesses tonight, no sir.

[shinigami]

So Liam drops onto and over Jakob from very high up. Jakob is a sturdy creature, inhuman in his ability to take force; his ribs still crack their protest. His internal organs rearrange; he grunts, surprised. And still far, far too high to understand what exactly dropped on him. He thought he saw a shadow, ripple and shiver, in the night; something fluid; a bat, maybe. Yes, a bat. A bat, bat, bat.

"Bat," he says, as though puzzled; give him another second, and he'll react. Then he frowns. "Hey." Laughs, and smacks Liam (friendly, comradely sort've pat pat) on the side of the face. "You - " Give him another half-a-second, and he'll react. Liam? Doesn't give him another half-a-second. The chloroform does its work particularly quickly. Must be the drugs. Whatever they are.

The girl would've taken quite a few more seconds to react. He reaction times are human, and made even slower by -- well, whatever it is. She stares, stupidly, at Jakob and Liam, and then she dies. It could've been worse. Maybe that will console her ghost. Maybe not.

[lily tomlinson]

Though Liam is one to always go into explicit detail of his workings, always telling stories and (note!) there is never any need to exaggerate... For with Liam, he lives by exaggerated work. Just think of the sickest way to pull something, something straight from the horror movies, and there you have it. What has happened.

And Jakob? Well, Liam is lucky the combination of drugs and chloroform kept him knocked out the whole time or he would have been in some serious trouble. But there was experimentation, a pretend of doctor. All just fun and twisted, twisted game to Liam.

By the time Jakob wakes up, Liam is long gone, merrily cackling in his own loft and adding more to his closet collection. Jakob.... well, let's just say he'll wake up in a bathtub full of ice, no wounds in sight for vampires, they do heal quite quickly. But maybe eventually he'll figure out that he is now missing a kidney.

Why yes, Liam Black has been victorious for once, and you are reading correctly; It was all merely done so that he could steal a vampire's kidney. Insert evil laughter at your discretion.

[shinigami]

Jakob wakes up. Eventually.

He wakes, but slowly; his mind is under a fog. He stretches and hits his elbow on the rim of the bathtub. Water, still mostly ice, because his body temperature will not thaw the water, will not contribute to the slow dissolving of ice cubs, sloshes over and onto the floor. Jakob blinks once-twice-three-times and sits up. More water escapes onto the bathroom floor. The bathroom floor of where? Some two-bit motel?

Jakob stands up, dripping, and runs his hands over his face, and his expression is -- perplexed. He sees himself in the mirror. Of course he does. He isn't cursed by superstition. He stares at himself for a second.

Two seconds.

Then flexes, checking out the muscles. Nice. He looks down at the bathtub again, then climbs out. Drip, drop, dripdripdrip. His expression is confused; he could've been carved from confusion. He scratches at his belly. Itches, although he doesn't know why. Yes, vampires do heal quickly, but it still takes some time. He glances down -- sees nothing out of the ordinary.

Then he sighs. "No more church drugs for you, Jakob Mueller."