#vindlcated

Their first reunion after nearly seven hundred years still remained fresh on Daniel Whitechapel’s mind. How could he forget breaking into Damien’s shop, destroying his sire’s precious iPad, deleting his cloud, and, of course, revealing the real kicker that he had married his older brother, Syd. Sure, Damien had pulled his own stunt by holding Danny out in the sun but like Danny had warned him, all that had done was start a war. Danny wasn’t a chess master if not for his unending patience when it came to long-haul plans. His recent reign over Nashville and the serial murders he had been responsible for were proof of that. That’s what today was - a small piece of a long war Damien had brought onto himself.

Danny would have to get more creative in his plans of hell for Damien - however, as he worked on that, coming back to Scarlet Rose was the only option he had. Similar to the first time Danny crash-landed into his sire’s life, he found himself in the tattoo parlor. 

It was open for business this time around, so he hadn’t needed to break in, much to his dismay. He could feel Lucas’ glare from across the room, but the pup did little but amuse Daniel, even if he had tried to kick him out. The sun was down so it wasn’t like there was much of a threat. All he knew was that Lu had texted Damien to warn him of his presence - party pooper.

Spinning in Damien’s chair at his station, Danny grinned as he scented his sire’s approach. “You know - despite running into two of my fledglings, and feeding freely, I gotta say, I missed the grumpy look on your face, darling.” He teased the older vampire, his fingers absentmindedly twisting his wedding band. “Your dog over there had to ruin my fun and let you know I’m here but that’s alright - I have a bit of a surprise for you either way!” Danny jumped off the chair with a bright smile and deep mischief swimming in the blue depths of his eyes. 

After find out her mentor and closest friend had been turned into a vampire when she had presumed he was dead because of her inability to help him, Amelia had need drinks. A lot of them. 

The Raven is where she would have headed normally, trying to avoid Cheap Thrills for the sole fact that there were just so many supernatural here. It made her itch. But, somehow, she had been convinced this was the better spot. After grabbing their drinks, Mel slid into the seat next to her best friend and mentee. She gave Sofia her drink and sighed, taking a long sip of her drink. “There isn’t enough alcohol in the world.” The young huntress complained, pressing a smile to her companion. 

“What have you been up to and please tell me it’s better than my day so far.”

Almost seven hundred years on a planet was a exceedingly long time but for the most part of seven centuries, Daniel found ways to entertain himself. It wasn’t productive or good for humanity but ti was good for Danny. It usually involved schemes and chaos and laughter at others expenses. However, for the last decade or so, very little seemed to fulfill Danny’s constant need of stimulation to dig himself out of boredom. 

At least, that was the case until he found out his sire and ex-lover was residing in Saints, Alaska. And honestly, what better way to find entertainment than to torture the one person he hated most in this lifetime. It’s why Danny moved to Saints and why he was breaking into the establishment right before the sun dared to peek through the night sky. Who knew Damien would have opened a tattoo shop of all things? And sure, he’d be stuck here till night fall, but that was the beauty of winter in Alaska, it wouldn’t be too long till he could leave. 

For the better part of a couple of hours, he wandered around the place, laying hands on random objects around the shop, devising a plan on how exactly to bring havoc to this man’s life. Each idea that passed through his head was more devious than the last but none seemed to hit the way he wanted them to. That was until his eyes landed on a shiny ipad. It didn’t take long or much effort, really, to hack into the thing and once he realized who it belong to, Danny’s lips curled into a sadistic grin. 

It was a few minutes later that Danny heard the front door open and he spun around in the chair he was seated on to see who had entered the building. A shit-eating grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he spun the ipad between his hands and lifted eyes to meet Damien’s. He hadn’t seen this man since the day he was forcibly turned and the shock on his features was absolutely glorious. “So,” Danny began, standing from the chair and holding the now wiped-cleaned ipad. “How valuable was the shit you kept in this thing?”  The question rolled off his tongue smoothly, if not a tad smugly as he tossed the object at his ex-lover. “Hope it didn’t mean too much to you, babe.” The pet name was sneered as Danny leaned against the closest wall to him and quirked an eyebrow at the other vampire.