Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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It was mid afternoon when the long black limo bearing Edward Payne pulled up to "Marty's Pizza Pies".
Marty was a louse, always playing one hand too many, not smart enough to fold when the folding was good... But those pies, the man knew how to make authentic deep dish, and never skimped on the cheese.
Too bad he was a lier and a cheat, and six weeks behind on his dues... Eddy thought to himself as his driver parked and came around to open the door for him.
There were a couple of his boys out front, but the moment they saw Mr Payne step forth from his limo, they beat feet in all directions.
Standing on the sidewalk, Eddy looked up and down the street, straightening to his full height of 6'2", brushing his hands down his finely tailored suit and straightening his black silk tie. It was good to be boss in this town. The respect, the money, the women, the booze. Sure beat pissing in the woods and constantly worrying about the tribal Cairn and weather or not they still held Gaia's favor. All it took was getting in the old dogs face... You know what they say, can't teach them new tricks.
Edward gave himself one last quick inspection, more to keep Marty in suspense than because of any need to make himself any more presentable. Finally, he gave his driver a glance and indicated that he expected the man to open the pizza shop's door for him. The man hopped too, like a good welp and Mr Payne walked into the pizzaria. "Marty, Marty, Marty..." Edward called out as he entered, each use of the louts name, its own pointed statement of displeasure. "Ah! Oh! Mr Payne! It's so good of you to grace my humble shop! Would you like your usual? I will have it right up!" Marty was making haste for the kitchen when the driver stepped in his way and folded his hands in front of him, blocking the poor man's escape. "We need to talk, Martin, you and I, man to man, I think..."
"Please... Mr Payne, I know I'm late on... Payment, but if you could just allow me one more..." Marty stammered, sweating and shaken, fumbling with his pocket handkerchief to dry his brow. "Six weeks, young Martin, six weeks too long... You know it is not good to lie to me so... But I understand, times are tough, so..." As if on cue, two of Edwards men walked in, holding a pretty young thing, all of 4'11", with shining black hair and striking, oceanic blue eyes that were alight with both fury and fear as she was man handled into the old pizza shop. She struggled in vain against the two bruisers that held her tight.
Edward knew of Martin's daughter, but as of yet, had not set eyes upon her. His back was to her still as she was brought forward. He stood in control and with an aura of command that made her freeze for but a moment. "In lieu of payment... I think it would behoove you to put the young lady into my care, as you are clearly no longer fit to care for your own affairs, let alone hers."
"You... Basta..." Marty began, but the point of a switch blade was at his throat in a flash, held by the driver, of course.
Edward smirked and cleared his throat. "Such manners, little Martin... Do what is right, not what is easy... That is the family motto, remember?"
And with that, Edward turn his back on Marty and set eyes upon the furious young lady. To his credit, he hid the stunned silence that struck him well and there was only a second of recognition that flashed behind his eyes. She was of the blood, like him... But clearly, not yet of season. Her beast lay dormant, but it was there, in her eyes as she glared at him. "I..." Edward began, clearing his throat. "I am your new guardian, young lady, you would do well to soften your gaze, out of respect." Edward stated without malice, but with a force of confidence that made even the two bruisers holding her still tense up and look away from him.
"What is your name, young miss?" Edward asked, casually walking up to her, reaching out to lift her chin with one finger, so that they could meet each others gaze. If she had any idea what she was, he would see it in her eyes. She was certainly not of Martin's blood, she was too fine a creature to have come from his sack... "And what of your mother?"
Marty was a louse, always playing one hand too many, not smart enough to fold when the folding was good... But those pies, the man knew how to make authentic deep dish, and never skimped on the cheese.
Too bad he was a lier and a cheat, and six weeks behind on his dues... Eddy thought to himself as his driver parked and came around to open the door for him.
There were a couple of his boys out front, but the moment they saw Mr Payne step forth from his limo, they beat feet in all directions.
Standing on the sidewalk, Eddy looked up and down the street, straightening to his full height of 6'2", brushing his hands down his finely tailored suit and straightening his black silk tie. It was good to be boss in this town. The respect, the money, the women, the booze. Sure beat pissing in the woods and constantly worrying about the tribal Cairn and weather or not they still held Gaia's favor. All it took was getting in the old dogs face... You know what they say, can't teach them new tricks.
Edward gave himself one last quick inspection, more to keep Marty in suspense than because of any need to make himself any more presentable. Finally, he gave his driver a glance and indicated that he expected the man to open the pizza shop's door for him. The man hopped too, like a good welp and Mr Payne walked into the pizzaria. "Marty, Marty, Marty..." Edward called out as he entered, each use of the louts name, its own pointed statement of displeasure. "Ah! Oh! Mr Payne! It's so good of you to grace my humble shop! Would you like your usual? I will have it right up!" Marty was making haste for the kitchen when the driver stepped in his way and folded his hands in front of him, blocking the poor man's escape. "We need to talk, Martin, you and I, man to man, I think..."
"Please... Mr Payne, I know I'm late on... Payment, but if you could just allow me one more..." Marty stammered, sweating and shaken, fumbling with his pocket handkerchief to dry his brow. "Six weeks, young Martin, six weeks too long... You know it is not good to lie to me so... But I understand, times are tough, so..." As if on cue, two of Edwards men walked in, holding a pretty young thing, all of 4'11", with shining black hair and striking, oceanic blue eyes that were alight with both fury and fear as she was man handled into the old pizza shop. She struggled in vain against the two bruisers that held her tight.
Edward knew of Martin's daughter, but as of yet, had not set eyes upon her. His back was to her still as she was brought forward. He stood in control and with an aura of command that made her freeze for but a moment. "In lieu of payment... I think it would behoove you to put the young lady into my care, as you are clearly no longer fit to care for your own affairs, let alone hers."
"You... Basta..." Marty began, but the point of a switch blade was at his throat in a flash, held by the driver, of course.
Edward smirked and cleared his throat. "Such manners, little Martin... Do what is right, not what is easy... That is the family motto, remember?"
And with that, Edward turn his back on Marty and set eyes upon the furious young lady. To his credit, he hid the stunned silence that struck him well and there was only a second of recognition that flashed behind his eyes. She was of the blood, like him... But clearly, not yet of season. Her beast lay dormant, but it was there, in her eyes as she glared at him. "I..." Edward began, clearing his throat. "I am your new guardian, young lady, you would do well to soften your gaze, out of respect." Edward stated without malice, but with a force of confidence that made even the two bruisers holding her still tense up and look away from him.
"What is your name, young miss?" Edward asked, casually walking up to her, reaching out to lift her chin with one finger, so that they could meet each others gaze. If she had any idea what she was, he would see it in her eyes. She was certainly not of Martin's blood, she was too fine a creature to have come from his sack... "And what of your mother?"