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sirenspull2012-02-23 07:31 pm
manofthenorth) wrote in sirenspull2012-02-23 07:31 pm
04. Fourth seduction - Video
[ Eric appears, looking quite calm, though there's a rage behind his eyes that anyone watching carefully might see. He stands beside a window, looking out, and only the light from his desk table illuminates both him and the room. Heavy club music is heard in the background. This is his office, but it's utilitarian rather than gothic, in all but the huge throne like chair visible at the edge of the screen. ]
Good evening, Siren's Port. My name is Eric Northman.
Some of you who have spoken to me before know me as the manager of the Afterglow club Fangtasia. Most of you will know that I am a vampire, regardless of whether we've spoken before.
You would imagine, perhaps, that this would be a fact I would try to conceal, particularly considering recent circumstances, but the time for such secrets is past. Vampires in my world were recognised, and given the same rights as humans. I obey the law, and I pay my taxes, just like everyone else.
I am not here to change your minds about my kind, I doubt I can, but I am here to tell you how to defend yourself none the less, in some small hope that it might save some lives, and redeem us in some way. Defend yourself, not kill us. You have no more right to do that than I have to kill any one of you.
[ Eric steps toward the desk, and picks up a silver chain from just in front of the NV. He raises it a little higher, so that the light glints against it, and so it can be seen. It burns his skin violently where it touches him, a hissing steam, leaving red welts behind where he trickles it across his fingers. ]
Silver. A vampire, at least a vampire from my world, can be paralysed with silver, or at least driven off. Wear it close about your neck, or around your wrists.
[ He doesn't mention that vampires like himself or Godric would be difficult to beat with silver alone. Too old, too fast. It'd have to be a lot of silver. A lot. He dropped the chain without a word more, working his painful fingers. All that matters is the illusion of being a helpful member of society. ]
Better still, stay at home. A vampire cannot enter without invitation.
Good evening, Siren's Port. My name is Eric Northman.
Some of you who have spoken to me before know me as the manager of the Afterglow club Fangtasia. Most of you will know that I am a vampire, regardless of whether we've spoken before.
You would imagine, perhaps, that this would be a fact I would try to conceal, particularly considering recent circumstances, but the time for such secrets is past. Vampires in my world were recognised, and given the same rights as humans. I obey the law, and I pay my taxes, just like everyone else.
I am not here to change your minds about my kind, I doubt I can, but I am here to tell you how to defend yourself none the less, in some small hope that it might save some lives, and redeem us in some way. Defend yourself, not kill us. You have no more right to do that than I have to kill any one of you.
[ Eric steps toward the desk, and picks up a silver chain from just in front of the NV. He raises it a little higher, so that the light glints against it, and so it can be seen. It burns his skin violently where it touches him, a hissing steam, leaving red welts behind where he trickles it across his fingers. ]
Silver. A vampire, at least a vampire from my world, can be paralysed with silver, or at least driven off. Wear it close about your neck, or around your wrists.
[ He doesn't mention that vampires like himself or Godric would be difficult to beat with silver alone. Too old, too fast. It'd have to be a lot of silver. A lot. He dropped the chain without a word more, working his painful fingers. All that matters is the illusion of being a helpful member of society. ]
Better still, stay at home. A vampire cannot enter without invitation.
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Ah... do you... always send Valentines to customers?
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...I'm seeing someone, however.
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I trust him.
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If you trusted him, you would ask him what you wanted to know, and have no doubt in his answers.
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Then tell me what I don't know. Who are you to him?
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[ His eyes say he's lying, but what did you expect. At least it's so blatant it's obvious, like holding up a picture of an apple and saying 'orange' out loud. They both knew what it was. ]
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