Grayell scowled, visibly snarled at the other people in the room and then turned again to face Renquist. Now he smiled, in an entirely unpleasant manner.
It's time you were going, isn't it?
Grayell slipped his blade to Renquist's chest as he moved, but one step to throw a hand around the vampyre's neck. His hand clutched Renquist's long hair and yanked it back mercilessly, his sword then lifting to press on his neck.
Grayell walked Renquist into the street, sword still at the vampyre's throat. They made a beeline for the North gate, Grayell with murderous intent in his eyes. He didn't acknowledge the people they passed, those same people quickly scurrying out of their way. They reached the north gate soon enough though.
(ALRIGHT - you can join in this thread at any time and say you were involved at any point. Followed us here, came in late, it doesn't matter.
All guards should be considered having gotten the message already. If you're a guard, you know what's occurring.)
Margrett heard the hubbub and followed the crowd, somehow knowing in advance what was going on. She hid in a cluster of people watching the event, knowing that Renquist would still be able to pick her out, and watched silently.
Grayell growled still, the world was washed out to him. He had a handle on his anger, but barely.
No... you wanted to leave - you got it.
Grayell released the vampyre, shoved him - and then kicked him square in the back with a savage grunt, sending him to the dirt. He spat, sword still in his hand.
Let me explain something to you asshole. You don't EVER question the guard again, you don't slander them and you don't so much as show your face in this town EVER again. Another word out your mouth about her and I swear to the gods...
Ah of course not, you won't honor your word. Why am I not surprised hm?
Renquist simply stayed there, on his knees, his body straight. He brushed his hair on his chest with wicked fingers and stared through Grayell.
Then do it for your family Eoin. Do it for them. You know you killed them right? You know it's all your fault. Let the pain engulf you, you'll be far more powerful if you do. Embrace it instead, show me your power. Your blood demands it, you know you hear them. Every night you hear them boy, screaming in your mind.
You know this to be true. End me and silence them... strike me down.
He laughed again, colder and slower, a malicious, evil spectacle that chilled the bone.
Grayell closed his eyes, his face trembling as his blood screamed for action. His teeth damn near snapped under the pressure... his sword hand twisting the wrapping on his blade's hilt. He shook, tired to walk away... and opened his eyes. He couldn't move. His body refused to, a larger part of him wanted to lash out.
With a ragged breath that spoke of his frustration, he turned his head to look over his shoulder.
No.
I am better than that. I won't kill you. You're pathetic. And I won't stoop to your level.
Renquist raised an eyebrow, then thought for a moment. And as her scent rode the wind and he picked it out from amongst the crowd, his face became evil incarnate in it's flashing smile.
It's her. I know it. She reminds you of her doesn't she? I always thought so myself... but who am I to dwell on such pathetic memories?
No... but you... you're quite infatuated aren't you?