𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕚𝕟.

The werewolf glanced around, trying to see if this is a set up or something.  No cameras, no one watching.  Finally James leaned in, confusion clearly written on his face.  “Do I know you?”

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 only increased his amusement and the vampire BEAMED while he shook his head. “not yet.” he stepped closer to him, extending one hand. “the name is leopold wayne ------ now you know me.” kind of.

“Bragging,” she scoffed. “No, darling, not bragging. Merely stating that I’d be a hypocrite to judge.” The blonde attempted to stop the eye roll but ultimately lost as her blue eyes landed on the male. “I never said that I was special,” she retorted. “And yes, our mother did curse us but she was only trying to protect us… At first.” Sure Bex wouldn’t have chosen the vampire life had she been given the choice but it wasn’t all entirely bad. There was a whole slew of people she never would’ve met had it not been for the curse. Her niece never would’ve been around, they never would’ve met Freya. There were so many things that made the curse seem more of blessing than a curse these days. “That was rather delectable,” she commented once the human was gone. “I haven’t had anything but blood bags these last few weeks.”

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕. “and yet, you mentioned the UNNECESSARY fact that you are an original vampire. that is bragging, miss mikaelson.” not that it had much of an effect on him ------ leopold did not believe that there was something like vampire royalty. “does it matter why she did it? if anyone gets credit for her it’s esther.” no matter if that was a positive or a negative thing. “right. i will never understand why our kind believes that they should STARVE themselves.” not a single day went by without him consuming fresh, human blood.

Apollo laughed. “So modest.” He teased a little then stood back to watch the small crowd swaying along with the music. When it was finished, the God joined in with the clapping and only moved forward when the crowd died down, moving on. “That was most excellent, Leopold. Don’t sell yourself short and the crowd loved it.” The Vampire had talent and Apollo loved that.

𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 and more about his DESIRE to keep this private, so the vampire cleared his throat and straightened his posture. “i play because i love it.” he explained. “it was the first thing i taught myself after i...” after he turned into a vampire and heard all of those horrible stories about his species. it kept him grounded, allowed him to gain control of his urges. “i am not selling myself short, but i would never ruin this with family events. i am sure you understand.” if anyone SHOULD that was him, right?

Enough entertainment for a few lifetimes? Oh the God did pity fools that assumed a few hundred years was anything close to a lifetime…but he supposed in retrospect, it all came down to OPINIONS and Ares certainly had plenty. “You talk like a man who’s never knows such a thing…-though I suppose you’re barely that.” Vampires. They walked, talked and looked like humans but they weren’t..(though perhaps they were far closer than any of the Gods). 

“Way to spoil my day.”

𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞 when the AVERAGE, human lifespan rarely ever touched a century? leopold was born as a human, he should have died at least twice by now, so he was right to describe it that way ------ whether the god agreed with him or not. “like i have never known what? pointless fights, instead of accepting the intensity of my feelings and those of a lover? no, i have never experienced such a thing and i am grateful for it. it’s ridiculous.” the words only made him shrug his shoulders. “most souls in this city are more than a woman or a man. that is the whole point of the barrier, isn’t it, SHERLOCK?” 

“don’t pout, you are not a three year old. besides, i am sure there are plenty of people you could stab or shoot instead.”

“Yikes.” But Apollo didn’t push for the reasons, it wasn’t his business after all so he leaned slightly on the piano and listened to Leopold playing. A small smile graced his lips as he just stood and listened, watching a small crowd starting to gather to see what the fuss was about. “How talented is this guy, huh?” Apollo bigged him up. “Get him booked for your family events.”

𝕝𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 when the god bigged him up. he supposed that he was trying to be polite, but the vampire did not need anyone to STROKE his ego. “oh, no. i really prefer to keep this private ------ but maybe you are lucky and he will grace you with his presence.”

“Wow, I haven’t heard a name like that in centuries.” Then he moved and indicated to the piano. “She plays like a dream. Why don’t you show me what you got?” Apollo always liked listening to other people play, that was why he was now a teacher at the salvatore school.

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖. “i would love to tell you that my parents were old-fashioned, but frankly i don’t REMEMBER them.” it was not the whole truth, but it was not a complete lie either. “uh.” there was an undeniable moment of hesitation, but staying out of trouble also meant staying off the radar. awkward behavior would not get him there. “of course. why not.” leo took a seat and started to play ------ if there was one thing that he was truly talented at it was this after all.

“Why would I lie? I am the God of truth too.” Apollo put his free hand over his own heart. “The Ancient Greeks loved me.” He gave his hand a firm shake. “No joke. Who might you be?”

𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕖? people were CAGED in san francisco, many of them would do much worse than lie to ensure their survival. “of course you are.” he murmured before he forced himself to reply. “my name is leopold.” compared to him, he was nothing but a boring ass vampire, so he decided to keep any details to himself. talking to GODS was not exactly his strong suit and he did not plan on developing a new habit there. rumor had it they were the very reason why they got stuck and while he didn’t mind, he could not say that he was HAPPY about it either. not to mention that they were trouble and he liked to stay out of that.

Apollo laughed and loudly, he loved it when people thought he was a dick, smug? Yes. A dick? No. “Nah, I’m Apollo, the God of music and the sun, among other things.” He got off the stool and held his hand out to the vampire to shake. “Nice to meet you.” 

𝕝𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 and it took him a moment to realize that he seemed to be SERIOUS about it. “wait what?” he asked, though he took his hand and squeezed it. “is that a joke, are you that delusional, or do gods look better than anticipated?”

Apollo glanced over at the newcomer when he complimented him playing and grinned widely. First, he finished off the song then turned on the stool to look at the vampire. “Why thank you. It should be true talent as all music came from me. Do you play?” He asked now.

𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖. that remark caused him to raise his eyebrows, but leopold simply answered his question with a nod.  “i do.” and he was not exactly BAD at it, two centuries were plenty of time to practice and develop the gifts he was born with. “but i would not say that i am so talented that all music comes from me ------ which is either a dick statement, or one of those weird things that only happen in san francisco.”

 Love wasn’t something the God pretended to understand...-then again it wasn’t as if it had ever been in their realm of knowledge to begin with for love and war (as brutal as it had always been for Ares) never fell hand in hand. Somehow that seemed in hindsight, the very reason Aphrodite was fated to her brother but Ares could never quite be certain if their attraction to the Goddess was love or merely INFATUATION; he’d never given it thought then and she wasn’t sure she’d get the chance to do so now. 

“Let them have their affairs; life would be boring without them.” That much was certain. “Why just bullets?…-they take away from the fun of piercing flesh with a blade.” Perhaps the God should’ve said that a little better: to make them sound less like a serial killer but they’d never been good with their head, that was more Athena’s calling. “You hand me the gun though.”

𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞? life would be BORING without them? a hysterical laugh fell from the vampire’s lips and he watched them in disbelief after they said such words. “i will leave it to you to watch them then. i think i’ve had enough entertainment for a lifetime.” more like three. literally.

leopold made a face when they began to talk about blades piercing flesh ------ they were not all there in the head, were they? “on second thought... we should probably spare ourselves the trouble. knifes OR guns would not hurt me and frankly, this suit was too expensive to ruin it for the hell of it.”

The scent of blood was what had lured the blonde to the location. It had been a while since she last fed on a human instead of a blood bag and she had to admit the scent was quite enticing to the original vampire. Her eyes were trained not on the male but on the source of the blood in the male’s grip. As the male spoke her eyes moved to his features as she let out a humored laugh. “Judge,” she questioned. “No judgement here, love. My brothers and I are the reason you are enjoying such a delectable treat being Original vampires and all that.” The veins beneath her eyes protruded at the thought of feasting on the fine red liquid that ran through the human’s body. “It has been a while since I’ve treated myself to such delicacy,” she hummed. She stayed glued to her spot a moment almost as if she were debating in her head whether to fight the urge or not only to camp speed inches away from the male and the prey. Her eyes were still trained on the male as he wiped the remained blood from his finger with her tongue before giving in and sinking her fangs into the humans neck. A second later Rebekah pulled back wiping the blood from her chin and copying his former move and sucking the red liquid from her finger.

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, an equal amount of amusement and annoyance burning up inside of them. “two seconds and you are already BRAGGING?” he mused, a light smirk on his lips. “i heard the story, but you and your brothers are not that special, you know? it was your mother that cursed you, wasn’t it?” vampirism hardly seemed like a curse to him, but he knew that countless people would disagree, so he decided to put it like that ------ and maybe he was trying to taunt and tease her just a little too. “be my GUEST.” leopold stepped out of the way and he watched her feed on the human being, eventually turning to face them. “you were generous, as always... but you can go now.” it would probably be for the best, he didn’t want any ACCIDENTS to happen.

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕩 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤 watching the teenage couple fight over which one of them loved the other the most before he GROANED in displeasure. it was so tempting to tear into them and make them shut up, but luckily for them he was not very interested in that kind of violence. he just turned to face the person on the bench next to him, hoping to distract himself. “KIDS these days. tomorrow we will hear them cry because they got their hearts broken. it’s so terrible when two day relationships come to an end, isn’t it? if i could interest you in shooting me, please do it.”  

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 ------ not that it would ACTUALLY depress him, he was pretty sure that his brain would never know that state of mind, but it annoyed the shit out of him. “is that a frown i see on your face?” he asked, practically bouncing as he approached the wolf. “tell me, kind sir, what would it take to wipe that? last time i checked, wolves were not immune to wrinkles and lines.”

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞, he simply continued to FEED, until his craving were satisfied ( for the time being ). what was the worst case scenario anyway? that she was a hunter? this would not be his first encounter. “are you here to judge?” leo questioned, slowly turning to face her. “or are you here to join me?” he watched her as he lifted a finger to his parted lips, wiping some of the remaining blood with his tongue.