For the Greater Good (Madeus)

[BLYTHE T. D'EATH]

"Stop that" It was said in a the manner of an order. Then again that is exactly what it was, an order.. However the look on the Auror's glance suggested he wasn't about to take an order from someone other than Merlin himself. Feeling her jaw stiffen as a jolt of annoyance flickered threw her body as she visibly tensed up her body temperature cooling with each passing second with the energy she was wasting in controlling herself. She would have been intelligent in obtaining a bit of a snack prior to this, however it was routine that was key to her success in controlling that thirst.

It would have to wait till four pm, which lucky that was just a half an hour away, and if she could keep from allowing this moron to bait her annoyance than she will be fine. Her chin inched forward and she glowered at the ceiling before fixing her face with slightly strained smile. "Forgive me where are my manners... PLEASE. If you would please stop attempting to question that patient while he is under medical care, and without an advocate to protect his rights. “Her lips tightened as she received from him a rather nasty slur where he called a leech. Taking a deep breath to bring down the chill that had taken over most of her in the few minutes that had passed. Perhaps you are corrected on that aspect. I do value a juicy meal last checked that wasn’t a crime. So you might wish to seek a reorientation with the laws you’re so determined to uphold.”

Her lips pulled effortlessly over her teeth into a wide toothy smile where her fangs where slowly giving way breaking what was an impeccable smile. “Where I don’t exactly tattle when it comes to work affairs, particularly those from your office. I have been known to sell an interesting tale to the prophet. I’m sure they would take interest in a story where a ministry official blatantly disregarded ministry regulations and in turn trampled over the rights of… What that lovely word that you just used word you used. Ahhh Yes. Leech was it… Oh yes I’m sure that will sound splendid in the prophet.”

Taking no pleasure in his tight lipped snide remark that gave her the acknowledgement that he did at least respect her threat where he might not respect her. She caught him by the elbow as he attempted to whisk past her. She closed the door past after him, She took the spot next to the vampire whom was currently smoking something strange in the way his lips curled caught her eye as she realized that the extent of his suffering was the obvious injury that left him fangless, thanks to a rather nasty bout of wretched timing that saw this vampire attempting to by some pure blood from a supplier in the Knockturn.. The end result was that a slight confusion between the recently turned wretch that lay before her now and the recent spree of snatchings that had left many believing it was an out of control vampire.

The only crime was the one that had befallen the now fangless and memory striped vampire who would have probably would have admitted any crime that was suggested. Finding that the Patient 460 G remembered nothing of the attack that lead him here, or anything that could be useful in giving him some insight on how to un-lock his memory.

Much to her dislike she found he would need to be rehabilitated and she knew currently that most places for him to go were full.. Thanks to recent cuts in her department budget.. Something she was still irate about, and needing to remedy as soon as possible.. However soon as possible was being pushed to back burner when crap like this happened to steal her focus.. Leaving the room she found a small secluded section at the back of the lobby where she took a seat and pulled from her purse a type A+ lollipop that would least suffice her till she could get a sip later.. Sadly as that crimson delicious treat stained her bottom lip she locked eyes across the lobby with someone she hadn’t intended on having a run in with.. A sly smirk flickered to her porcelain features and she chuckled at her own twist of luck.

With an arch of a delicate blond brow leaned back and waited for him to take a seat. And depending on how long that offended auror took to send word that some git from the Magical Care department was taking her job too seriously she would be no doubt get an ear full.

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Amadeus Koenig settled into the rather uncomfortable setting of the St. Mungo’s too-bright and immaculately sterile lobby by taking a seat and wrapping an arm around the spry young witch who appeared to be sucking a lolly, reminiscent of a scene from Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita, mostly due to the young Ministry worker’s stunning girlish appearance and charming golden curls. To any outsider it may have looked tasteless when the pallid young man appearing to be in his mid-twenties leaned over and offered an affectionate peck on the already provoked adolescent’s cold pasty cheek, as if the young girl was his very own quarrelsome Lola. Things like appropriateness, however, quickly changed their definitions when a species cultural differences were set into play. Regardless, it still earned Amadeus several sneering glimpses from the red-robed hospital staff in passing to which he paid no mind.

When Amadeus had been a mortal he remembered Saint Mungo’s had always been a place of great anxiety for the ambitious young Ministry worker who had, like Blythe, taken several trips to the depths of their eerie bedlam in the name of magical creatures rights. However, Amadeus as a mortal hadn’t the gall that Blythe had, nor her virtuous calling. It had to have been over fifty years since his last visit to Saint Mungos, and was glad to note that the places had changed little over the years. Somewhere in the distant corridors a maddening scream could be heard followed by a silencing charm.

“Looking as breath-taking as ever, Miss De’ath, and stirring up just as much trouble I can see,” he greeted informally, gently plucking the blood lollipop from the young vampire’s finger tips and sliding it in-between his own colorless lips. “Now I wonder how that Auror feels with you undermining his authority like that with what is very clearly a classism bias, or at least that’s what he is likely to tell his superior,” Amadeus mused, reclining back in his chair. “I would say that would put you at risk of a demotion or a department transfer,” he continued. Sitting up he eyed the girl seriously, his own dark eyes locking onto hers.

”My dear, these are tense times in The Ministry, especially for our kind. Sometimes it’s best to keep your head low.”

[BLYTHE T. D'EATH]

Her eyes followed the elderly couple obvious curiosity shined brightly in her hazel colored eyes as she watched them with the same interested they paid her, and Amadeus. Oh yes she was curious indeed but not about the same thing that most would ponder when they looked upon a couple like that. She didn’t look at the woman and ponder if the woman was a big of a judgmental hag at home as she was in public, no she didn’t wonder if the man had lost his dignity when his wife had started preparing his clothes in the morning so he had no sense of identity. No she didn’t even wonder why they looked upon her, and Amadeus with such a disgusted glare as Amadeus kissed her cheek.

No her thoughts were more primal as they normally were when it came to a sort such as Blythe. She arched neck in a demure way that gently pushed the roundness of her cheek to meet the soft turn of his pale lips. Her eyes however never left that of the couple that stared at her openly.
I wonder if I could stand the taste of her stale blood.. Hmmm I might have to open up the man no doubt the sheer amount of fat will make his blood more succulent I might be able to combine the two and make the woman tolerable, but really is it worth the work.. HELL do you really fancy trying to hoist THAT up to drain him.. Bloody beast is likely to snap the holding charm like a twig.

Annoyance flickered momentarily as she was once again reminded that she was indeed hungry, and now without her tasty treat because Amadeus has commandeered it. Her head turned sharply, and her eyes lingered to his lips where her treat hung loosely between his lips. She pulled the treat from his lips, and gave it a very suggestive lick before chuckling darkly her finger rushed up to his lips.

“ Hush your mouth Amadeus, you’re likely to jinx me.” She hissed sweetly around the sucker that was caught between her teeth. “ You never give me enough credit, I did operate with restraint with young I’m sorry I didn’t care enough to catch his name, We can call him skippy if you would like.. But I’ve been rather useful and skilled to other members of his team.. I figure it will balance out, however if I must kiss and make up with Skippy, all you need do is say.. By all means point me in the direction, I’ll be happy to____ “The look she shot Amadeus suggested the malicious intention that was laced with that very salacious suggestion. “Oblige.”

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How could such a sweetly innocent looking lass have such an acrid tongue, like the ripest of peaches with a big ugly maggot festering hole right through the middle. Not that Amadeus himself was all that virtuous. He, like the rest of the blood sucking monstrosities that they were, found it exceptionally difficult to summon even an ounce of benevolence for his warm-blooded kindred. The hypocrisy of humanity was astounding when one found themselves positioned on the other side. But still- Amadeus had been there once and he remembered. He remembered staring so ignorantly, so fearfully into the eyes of the monster that had killed him and wanting nothing but its extinction. Could he blame their gaping dread-filled stares? Was he a failure of a vampire at fault of his sentiments? They were monsters. Perhaps he did deserve the death that mortals coveted so- or didn’t. Maybe this perpetual hell was punishment enough.

Amadeus wondered this as Blythe playfully plucked the lolly out from between his own puckered lips, his own obsidian eyes following it’s provocative pathway back into her mouth. When he felt her cold finger apply pressure on his lips he had half a mind to lean forward and not-so-gently nip, but he resisted, reminding himself that the two were indeed in an exceptionally public locale. They were, in addition to that, garnering a bit more attention than he felt aptly comfortable with, so when Blythe did this he recoiled, standing up and pacing back and forth in front of the petitely framed vampire.

“Have you ever met Giovanni Narvel, Blythe? No, I take it you haven’t. After all, why would someone like you have to regularly make compromises with a man of his caliber. He’s an old stallion of a man, set in his ways. Set in the ways of the antiquated Ministry. He resists change and believes in the good of man kind,” Amadeus explained seriously, with conviction, folding his arms behind his back as his eyes focused on the tips of his fine black leather driving shoes. ”That means of course he won’t take kindly to our kind threatening to eat his aurors. Not that he takes kindly to our kind to begin with, and to be quite honest I’d rather not play the part of your bloody babysitter. You tote the word of vampire rights but you’re really quite counter-productive towards our tolerance. Don’t give them a reason to hate you, and they won’t,” his voice came out harsh and deliberate. "Don't mess this up for me Blythe. You make yourself look bad and you make us all look bad."

[BLYTHE T. D'EATH]

Such a strange thing the matter of mindset has on someone’s choices. Blythe watched as her mentor for many years all but erupted in front of her. It was as if watching the snapping of restraint from a control freaking nerd. It was neither polite nor graceful, least not in Blythe’s critical mind it was not fitting for the situation as they were in public, and with him being such a ‘Felix Mr. Fixated’ sort when it came to drawing un-necessary attention to one self, much like in the way he was presenting himself currently with his pacing as if he was a suicidal stockbroker with a bucket worth of blow shoved up his designer clad rear end.

His little tirade was annoying to Blythe to say the very least, and she took it as well as any other being that had been alive for almost seventy five years would take being spoken down to as if she were some half-witted hormonally deranged twat, which is exactly how she took Amadeus’s actions.
She often times wondered if he forgot whom he was speaking too, it wasn’t as if she popped open her very own yank-your-wank stand in the ministry lobby, and magically floated to the position of a ministry head on the polished skin of her knees.

No! Blythe worked her bum off to obtain the position she held there, where she was known not to tolerate mouthy and insensitive auror’s making a mess out of those who depended on her department for fair treatment.

However was she in the face of her mentor because he had just openly reprimanded her? Hardly was she after all a lady first regardless of what sort of being fate had made her. That is where their attitudes towards their positions in life varied. Where Amadeus seemed to view his vampire status with the sour regret of a scorned lover. Blythe was a different sort altogether she had stop soothing the wound that was known as her immortality a long time ago. To say she embraced what she was is an understatement of the century. She was strong advocate for herself so she could be strong enough to be an advocate for others of her kind, in her opinion they should be long done hiding from what they were. Yes in Blythe’s mind the time for lurking in the shadows and waiting for charitable nods of acceptance from mortals was over. She assumed that Amadeus saw vampires as cursed, where she held no love loss for the mortal life so she considered herself as evolved.

Blythe’s back arched slightly giving her body that graceful curve that would be difficult to hold for human’s particularly the way she craned her neck, her left brow arched high on her forehead as that smug smirk lit the corner of her lips as she offered a very precise golf clap that echoed eerily.
Her round eyes that normally looked innocent and welcoming narrowed slightly as evidence of her less than pleasant reaction. “ Bravo.. Madeus. I do believe that you have set our kind back twenty years. With that little BE GOOD GIRL, and PLAY DEAD presentation..” Her eyes not leaving his as they glinted blankly lacking the emotion that mortals seemed to radiate with their eyes. “ Tell me are you content licking ass? As I never picked you for a content at licking ass sort. Well regardless Madeus whoever’s ass you’re currently polishing with this moronic behavior I can guarantee they know exactly what you are… So this little ‘I’m really just like you’ farce is in vain because at the end of the day.. You know as well as I do. THEY know that sweet well behaved Amadeus is still a vampire, and instead of promoting you they will promote from within, like they have been doing for a betterment of a century. They might not call you a dead thing to your face but don’t doubt that is what they think when they touch your hand and are reminded of their frailty. She stood up with the grace and arrogance suiting a woman of her standing of her breeding she looked over her shoulder and gave him a contemptible look that screamed of the rebellious nature he has to reign in on more than one occasion. Walking past him she hissed softly in his ear. “Giovanni Narvel, strange you mention him.. Last time I checked he didn’t have such a distaste for vampires. Then again his wife might have a firm new dislike for our kind now.” She smiled at the couple who were paying too much attention to her and Amadeus and offered a wry wink.. “ but perhaps your right.. Must make attempts to hide what we are..” She hunched over in classic Renfield manner and hissed softly at him. “ YEssss master Yesssss” She snorted and offered with a sarcastic nod.. “Perhaps I’ll leave the dramatics for you. You seem more adept at ‘that’ sort of thing”