. honor bound .

The blade in his arm was cold as the blood that leaked form the wound. Peter still smiled up at the other guard, “You empathized with someone who isn’t capable of empathy…Your pity and cares mean little to me, Logan…Perhaps next time you should put such useless emotions in someone else…”

Another cold laugh came out of the younger vampire. “Oh my oh my…The toy thinks he’s figure it out” He taunted Logan. Everything in Peter’s mind made a switch. All the urges he had done well to hold back were finally going to be let go. “We’re all hollow…So very hollow…” Peter’s voice was quiet and childlike, but the look on his face was twisted and crazed. “…I’m going to kill you…”

The taunt goes unanswered and a terse breath slips free.

Peter could try, he’d no doubt be hellbent upon seeing Logan dead now and perhaps it’d be smarter to put the rabid dog down so to speak. Instead he looks at Peter with softening features and lays the the kid’s head gently upon the tiles. Logan was wrong, Peter wasn’t broken, no, he was just missing something and now he’d never have it again.

Like a record on repeat skipping over the beautiful crescendo each time.

Smoothing back hair from Peter’s face, he shakes his head and rises to his feet drawing his blade free with a quick yank. Cleaning it on Peter’s shirt, Logan turns, sheathes his weapon and grabs his whiskey. There was an itch in his veins, a question without an answer and Peter hadn’t helped him find it.

“Good talk, kid.”

Jacket over his shoulder, he leaves Peter’s house and lets the door click softly behind himself. This time, Logan doesn’t look back. There’s no point after all. Now he knows the truth as he revs his bike to life.

Lawful Neutral is called the “Judge” or “Disciplined” alignment. A Lawful Neutral character typically believes strongly in Lawful concepts such as honor, order, rules and tradition, and often follows a personal code. A Lawful Neutral society would typically enforce strict laws to maintain social order, and place a high value on traditions and historical precedent. Examples of Lawful Neutral characters might include a soldier who always follows orders, a judge or enforcer that adheres mercilessly to the word of the law, and a disciplined monk.Characters of this alignment are neutral with regard to good and evil. This does not mean that Lawful Neutral characters are amoral or immoral, or do not have a moral compass, but simply that their moral considerations come a distant second to what their code, tradition, or law dictates. They typically have a strong ethical code, but it is primarily guided by their system of belief, not by a commitment to good or evil. Lawful neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you are reliable and honorable without being a zealot. Lawful neutral can be a dangerous alignment because it seeks to eliminate all freedom, choice, and diversity in society.

TRAIT STRUCTURE

friendly. 

reliable. 

responsible. 

truthful. 

orderly. 

loyal. 

respectful of authority. 

regular. 

structured. 

rigid. 

neat. 

methodical. 

How much fun it would be to watch the other guard fight to save his dying slave. That was something Peter never understood. So many masters and mistresses falling for their slaves, holding them close as if they were more than just a toy. Although he liked his slave, he doubted he would feel any remorse if she died. 

Empty promises fill the air as Logan’s hand instead goes to his thigh, drawing a blade and moving too fast, too quick. Bones shatters and gives at Peter’s wrist as he drives the metal through the younger vampire’s arm to hold him in place. “How sad it is, knowing part of me pitied you, cared for you, and thought there was something desirable underneath the glass eyes,” Logan hums out softly, watching Peter idly before next his bloodied fingers smooth along the boy’s chest.

“Once I might’ve gotten off on this, on being with you.” His gaze hardens to a point and his smile is cold as fingers gently cradle Peter’s head. “But that’s it, isn’t it? You’re empty. Hollow. There’s nothing inside of you, is there?” His grip tightens and he lets out a soft whisper of a laugh.

“You’re just an empty boy.”

The hand on his throat made Peter focus his attention on the vampire on top of him. He wondered what would happen if he did end up killing Logan. Maybe he could fill his body with cement and then drop him into a lake. Peter flexed his neck, knowing that being choked was a useless tactic. 

“You’re not special…My hatred for you is the same as the hatred I have for everyone here. All of you toys marching one by one, playing house in this giant doll house we call Covaire. How sad…”

There should be rage, should be unbridled fury, and instead there is cold, callous, examination of the man before him. Threats like those only hold weight if Peter is taken seriously. But he’s heard them before. He’s had his heart threatened time and time again as if it were an open wound to stick grubby fingers in.

Briefly he, like Peter, toys with killing the arrogant boy. He thinks of how’d he’d rip him apart piece by piece and then kill the arrogant child’s slave slowly right where Peter could watch in his broken mess. Another laugh slips free as he bends his head meeting Peter’s gaze evenly, “I can’t help but think some part of you gets off on it. Death. Drowning them.”

As if to check his point, fingers curl between their bodies, grasping Peter’s cock through the fabric of his pants. Logan’s grin turns malicious as he chuckles darkly and murmurs, “Would she even notice if I ripped this off? I doubt you’ve had the courage to use it except with your hand.” It doesn’t take long for his face to heal, for the wounds to knit slowly together and bones to rearrange themselves upon his face.

Evan half muttered, his eyes moving around to the people beginning to gather from sheer curiosity. Sometimes he forgot where he was and the dangers of it. A soft gasp left him, more from surprise than anything, as fingers gripped around his arm. His gaze moved back to his savior, both relief and confusion in his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. Honestly.”

“No trouble at all.”

Circling around the block takes longer than he thought and here they are, two strangers caught together. Logan casts a sidelong glance to the other man. “I…have a slave,” it’s awkward of course but the vampire continues speaking quietly. “He’d appreciate the company.”

“Earlier you said Benedict and Leopold don’t take me seriously…Yet, I feel as though you’re the one who doesn’t take me seriously. I keep all of my threats and promises, Logan. You will not give me control, because the moment you stepped into my home, I had already taken it”

The promise of violence makes his veins sing white hot, eyes lost as inky blackness overtakes them. The feeling of the wall against his face is unpleasant, pain erupting in his senses. Logan twists then, gripping the younger vampire’s wrist and kicking out as he twisted with vicious intent. When bone snaps, Peter’s arm hanging at an odd angle in his grasp, Logan lets go and settles himself atop the other’s fallen form with a calm hand at Peter’s good arm.

Fanged teeth twist in a feral smile, his eyes lidded and heavy as blood oozes thickly down his features.

“And your attitude annoys me,” Logan counters easily, looking down at the boy so full of rage and hatred. A part of him pitied him, remembering finding Peter broken and twisted up in a bloodied mess within a cage. No one had come for him. No one but Logan.

“What have I done to earn such fire?” How soft, hushed, his words are. A startling contrast as fingers curl around Peter’s throat, digging into tender flesh as something dark and hungry flickers across his features. That new little voice, cold, predatory, is whispering at the back of his mind.

Just kill him, devour him whole, it bades with silken promise.

But he only had himself to blame really— who’d be stupid enough to think that getting what you wanted in Covaire wouldn’t come with a price?

He wasn’t a fucking 2 years old, he knew where Logan would be looking. Baelfire wore that bracelet happily and always made sure it wasn’t hidden by his clothes.

"Guard de Wright." he replied sounding still shaken by their last meeting— and he fucking was.

Dangerous truth in a dangerous city.

The wolf had what he wanted and soon Kennedy would come for his head. It was the simple facts if his intentions, his affections, became known. Brows knit together, eyes lingering upon silver only a moment longer before he met the other’s gaze quietly.

“I’d like a word.”

He stopped, however, when the other man did. Politely, he spoke, “No. I am walking to my home, it happens to be in this direction. I apologize for any discomfort on my part for walking behind you.”

Seems he was able to finally put a face to the name.

Straightening upright, Logan raises a brow and then casts a side-long glance down the man’s intended path with a huff of veiled amusement. “It’s a long walk, why not use a slave?” Typical mindset of a typical denizen of Covaire. Logan might recoil at the thought but others may not. While this one was a civilian at best, he’d heard rumors that the doctor had both the Alpha and the King’s ear. Letting anything slip free would hardly bode well in the end.

“No apologies needed.”

Peter wanted nothing more than to rip out the other guard’s tongue. Maybe if he was lucky he could talk his slave into ripping apart the other vampire. They could hide the body if they tried hard enough. He scowled at the pat on his cheek and moved aside when Logan walked into his home,

The guard slammed the door and turned to face his co-worker. “I don’t drink…” As soon as Logan’s gaze moved, Peter moved too, blocking the way to the stairs. “Play? I assure you, we’re far past playing, Logan. I don’t let others into my home, especially when they aren’t invited…”

He narrowed his eyes at Logan. 

But the words are an afterthought, a mere hum of sorts as he takes in small details. Pictures hang oddly upon the walls as though they don’t belong yet were put there to cover the history of something before. The flowers he can smell are more befitting a woman, someone in the early twenties, and the ill-tempered plot of his demise is something Logan accounts for in the same breath. “Lilies and daffodils, you have good taste,” the older of the two hums out quietly before taking in the barrier of Peter’s body.

Raising his hands as if to surrender, there’s a brief smile offered. “You cling to ideals of a life you no longer have. To kill a certain way, to live a certain way,” a step closer is taken as his hands fall slowly back towards his sides. “In a city like this, I dislike you least of all, Peter. But don’t make threats we both know you can’t keep. I’m here to give you control, not threaten it.” Just like that though, Logan smiles and gives a wink before turning away from the stairs and the slave hidden away upstairs. Instead he examines the nearest painting upon the wall and folds his hands at the small of his back.

“Nobody. I’m unclaimed.”

The vampire wants to be angry but the brief scuffle however painful to his still healing wounds was satisfying. A small crowd begins to form at the mouth of the alleyway, their whispers carrying off the filthy brick walls. Logan closes the distance between them, grabbing the human’s arm and drawing him close.

“Fine,” he mutters. “You’ll stay with me tonight.”

Peter practically yanked his front door off it’s hinges and glared up at the taller guard. “Why must you ruin my one day off, Logan? Benedict and Leopold are smart enough not to bother me, in fact, most of the guards are smart enough to leave me be…Yet, here you are”

“Well, first off, it’d be great to know if you can read.” The whiskey is set aside, his peace offering of sorts, upon the foyer table. “Second,” Logan says as he takes off his jacket and hangs it nearby, “I also assumed you understood what the term ‘play’ entailed.” Turning back to face Peter, his gaze snaps up towards the pulse coming from upstairs. Likely the kid’s pet. “Considering this was a limited offer, I thought you might make good on your threats to show me your table and what you’re capable of doing.”

Now he goes and stokes the flames.