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Xearus scoffed and took to walking in front of him. He wasn't going to be lead around. He knew Darvien had this guy out just to make sure he actually came to see him. "I was born to darkness. That's why."

"Get this straigh..uh.." He was lack of a name, "whoever, nobody fetched me. I come when I ******** feel like it." He picked at his fangs as he neared the office. "If you want to see a show stick around." And in true Xearus fashion, he pushed open the office doors.

He simply stood in the doorway. "You're not getting your fledgling back." And he turned, fully intending to leave.

Fangs bared themselves at Marx. "Who the ******** hell do you think you are, back the ******** up young blood." Then a scoff again. "Oh, so that's it you're his dog. Fetching things and the like. " So not in the mood. Arrogant b*****d.

"Ill give him my attention when I'm damn good and ready. I don't need you watching my back like I'm a ******** child or like I'm incompetent." He got a shove. "Got that Mr. Tough Guy? I don't take s**t from you or from anyone else, got it?"

A look over his shoulder to Darvien who got a scowl. "You heard me." He didn't care at this point. Lack of blood only made him all the more aggressive than he was to begin with.

Oh yeah there it was, that punishment. So what he was going to get shot? But searing pain knocked him to a knee as his calf was shot through. OH hell...silver. Xearus should of expected that. Wrist and a** shots followed. But he didn't once call out, only sunk his fangs into this lip. "b*****d..."

He looked up, to Darvien, shaking slightly from searing silver. "But I'm no dog who cringes under your boot. I'm no young blood afraid of you either." They both knew that Darvien wouldn't kill him. Perhaps Xearus' master had know that when he turned him.

"The fledgling wandered into Blackrose territory. Her fault, I wasn't going to go save her. She was already dead when I got there, just a pile of ash with a few Blackroses around it." Damn silver hurt like a b***h.

"Wandered into Blackrose territory, and was already ash when you found her. How nice to hear that."

A crunch as a shoe stepped on that shot wrist.

"How many Roses where there. and I would prefer you didn't use such profanity. I am hardly a 'b*****d'. you can address my by my title. However, since you claim she was already gone, that's a pity. maybe if you spent less time wasting and more time working, you'd have gotten there in time to spare her that fate."

His foot came off the wrist, and he moved back to his desk, opening the drawer again and takign out a device to remove bullets, the handle in leather, the rest made of silver, and he walked back over, and pried the bullet out of his a** first.

"You should be lucky your useful, or I'd stake you for the sun."

Bullet in the calf came next, then the one in the wrist.

"Now drag yourself out of my sight and get yourself cleaned up. and then you can come clean your blood off the floor as well."

Semara stood over Xearus making sure all of the burning silver was removed from his wounds. He looked so cute in his wee little dark green boxers and she could not help but snicker once more, "So, he shot you in the a**." The statement had to be made since that is the wound she had been earlier tending.

After finishing she gave his butt a friendly pat near the wound and stepped back. "How cute and sweet you look when demeaned." Yes, she was being rather cruel, but meant no real harm to her friend. She just liked to poke at a particular insecurity. She let loose the long, dark hair she had put up to keep out of the way and combed it back with her nails.

"That would be how it generally goes, so you ask for it every time." She clucked her tongue against her fangs and shook her head catching the guaze and tape. "You bring it on yourself. Too bad your childish look neglects to earn you sympathy, it really is useless except for entertainment." Taking the gauze she tended that wound wihtout much care, making sure to wrap it tight. She could be rather callous sometimes too, an odd cheerful callousness. When she finished that one she patted it too then ruffled his hair kidishly. "Just be a good little boy next time." A thought that she lost a friend to being a good little girl, but that thought passed from her face after an instant.

"What did you do wrong, not do, or say "with a tone" this time? Hopefully not something stupid."

After making a few phone calls, the new janitor would be in by tomorrow morning. It was a mistake to kill one out of anger and now that the emotion has passed he could now think clearly. He placed his black book of employees away and got up from his chair. He went to the wall phone and punched in some numbers. The lone security guard on the midnight shift picked up and after a few soothing words Marx met him outside his door.

A quick strike to the neck knocked him out and he crumpled to Marx's feet. Lifting him up onto his shoulder he found the room where Xearus and placed the man down by the door. Marx thought about what he was doing and why he was. There was something he didn't like about Xearus, his impudence toward Lord Adrik, or maybe it was just his arrogant nature. Either way he'd find out tonight. He gently gave a little knock on the door.