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[#015] Uncommon (Original universe)
Theme Prompt: #015 – Patriotism
Title: Uncommon
Fandom: Original universe
Rating/Warnings: PG-13? Captivity, discussion of murder, mention of torture
Bonus: No
Word Count: 938
Summary: The hunters struggle to understand how he could possibly want to annihilate his entire race.
They’ve left him chained up for hours again; apparently his statement had something of an impact. Devin’s actions thus far have planted enough of a seed of belief that they didn’t outright kill him or continue their efforts at torture. Not to mention, the look on their faces when he didn’t go up in flames under the UV lights was absolutely priceless. He has to count those for wins.
It would take time for them to trust him, he knows that. In fact, they may never trust him – and quite frankly they shouldn’t – but they might yet trust in his mission.
So he doesn’t mind the waiting, but it is rather boring. They could have left him a deck of cards or a magazine.
The door to his cell clanks loudly and opens to admit a young man: dark eyed with short hair, of Mongolian descent if he had to guess, and definitely not a hunter. This newcomer has seen hard times, but he doesn’t walk like a man who kills creatures of the night. He stands silent in front of Devin for a moment, crossing his arms.
“Why are you doing this?”
“My, my, no introductions – are you all this rude?” The newcomer remains silent. “Oh, come now. All I want is a name and then I’ll explain myself.” Devin pouts slightly, batting his eyelashes. His assessment of the young man goes up several notches when he doesn’t rile.
“My name is Sam,” he says after a moment.
“How pleasant to meet you, Sam. To answer your question, I am doing it because I must,” the Brit replies.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Oh, but it does. Just because you don’t like the answer doesn’t mean it isn’t one.” The vampire grins at him, baring his fangs. Sam waits again, eyebrows raised. “You know, you’re absolutely no fun at all.”
“This isn’t meant to be a game, Mr. Parker.” He doesn’t sound annoyed yet, and Devin has to wonder who exactly this man is supposed to be.
“If you say so. And please, call me Devin.” The Brit sighs, mildly disappointed in the quality of discourse during his interrogations thus far. It wouldn’t hurt them to be more lighthearted about trying to pry information out of him. Banter was by far the more effective technique than waterboarding – he was willing to share if only they would play along. “Vampires are a plague on the earth and a plague on humans. We are created from darkness and that’s where we belong. Light is for the living. I intend to return us to the shadows permanently, and with extreme prejudice.”
“But they’re your kin. Why would you want to destroy them all?”
“We may be the same species, but that does not make us kin,” he points out seriously.
“No, I suppose it doesn’t,” Sam concedes. He rubs a thumb against his chin, frowning. “Do you really not care at all? What about where you come from; what about your family?”
“Where I come from is of no consequence, and I no longer have a family. Attachments are unsuitable for my lifestyle.” He flexes against the chains that hold him to emphasize the point. “So no, I don’t care about any of them. Even if they weren’t ashes in the wind, I wouldn’t care.”
“Forgive me if I have trouble believing you, but the only thing vampires care more about than territory is owning the human race. It’s always been us versus them – versus you. They’ll band together over anything that keeps them in control. What you’re claiming doesn’t make a lot of sense,” Sam reasons, gesturing to the captive.
The vampire laughs hollowly, shaking his head. After a moment he rolls his eyes and treats Sam to a condescending look.
“Are you familiar with the word patrios?” Devin asks.
“Enlighten me.”
“It’s Greek, meaning ‘of one’s father’. To wit, it means those with common roots.” His gaze hardens. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I am not like other vampires. I have loyalties to no one, young man. I am no patriot – I have no country and no home, no companions except these chains. I am too human to be a vampire, and too much a vampire to ever be human. I cannot simply emigrate to a new place, take a test, and belong to something – least of all another species. I cannot put down new roots because I had none to begin with. My lot in life is to be alone, and as a result to be unburdened. I have nothing in common with anyone.” Devin tilts his head slightly, the corner of a smirk returning. “Except, it seems, with hunters. Odd that we should find ourselves aligned, isn’t it?”
“Odd is one word for it.” Sam looks troubled, a deep frown lining his face. It didn’t suit him, in the vampire’s opinion; the wrinkles marred his gentle appearance, but it was a rather frown-worthy subject.
“It makes you all very uncomfortable that I might actually be on your side. I can understand that. But let me put some of your unease to rest – I am not exempt from my own mission. When I am the last, I will go to ash as well. I don’t need you to like me; I don’t want you to forget that I am a soulless bastard,” he says honestly, lifting his shoulders in a careless shrug. “I simply prefer you not kill me until I’m the last one left to kill. And when I am the last, you had better not hesitate to end me or I will be extremely disappointed.”
Title: Uncommon
Fandom: Original universe
Rating/Warnings: PG-13? Captivity, discussion of murder, mention of torture
Bonus: No
Word Count: 938
Summary: The hunters struggle to understand how he could possibly want to annihilate his entire race.
They’ve left him chained up for hours again; apparently his statement had something of an impact. Devin’s actions thus far have planted enough of a seed of belief that they didn’t outright kill him or continue their efforts at torture. Not to mention, the look on their faces when he didn’t go up in flames under the UV lights was absolutely priceless. He has to count those for wins.
It would take time for them to trust him, he knows that. In fact, they may never trust him – and quite frankly they shouldn’t – but they might yet trust in his mission.
So he doesn’t mind the waiting, but it is rather boring. They could have left him a deck of cards or a magazine.
The door to his cell clanks loudly and opens to admit a young man: dark eyed with short hair, of Mongolian descent if he had to guess, and definitely not a hunter. This newcomer has seen hard times, but he doesn’t walk like a man who kills creatures of the night. He stands silent in front of Devin for a moment, crossing his arms.
“Why are you doing this?”
“My, my, no introductions – are you all this rude?” The newcomer remains silent. “Oh, come now. All I want is a name and then I’ll explain myself.” Devin pouts slightly, batting his eyelashes. His assessment of the young man goes up several notches when he doesn’t rile.
“My name is Sam,” he says after a moment.
“How pleasant to meet you, Sam. To answer your question, I am doing it because I must,” the Brit replies.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Oh, but it does. Just because you don’t like the answer doesn’t mean it isn’t one.” The vampire grins at him, baring his fangs. Sam waits again, eyebrows raised. “You know, you’re absolutely no fun at all.”
“This isn’t meant to be a game, Mr. Parker.” He doesn’t sound annoyed yet, and Devin has to wonder who exactly this man is supposed to be.
“If you say so. And please, call me Devin.” The Brit sighs, mildly disappointed in the quality of discourse during his interrogations thus far. It wouldn’t hurt them to be more lighthearted about trying to pry information out of him. Banter was by far the more effective technique than waterboarding – he was willing to share if only they would play along. “Vampires are a plague on the earth and a plague on humans. We are created from darkness and that’s where we belong. Light is for the living. I intend to return us to the shadows permanently, and with extreme prejudice.”
“But they’re your kin. Why would you want to destroy them all?”
“We may be the same species, but that does not make us kin,” he points out seriously.
“No, I suppose it doesn’t,” Sam concedes. He rubs a thumb against his chin, frowning. “Do you really not care at all? What about where you come from; what about your family?”
“Where I come from is of no consequence, and I no longer have a family. Attachments are unsuitable for my lifestyle.” He flexes against the chains that hold him to emphasize the point. “So no, I don’t care about any of them. Even if they weren’t ashes in the wind, I wouldn’t care.”
“Forgive me if I have trouble believing you, but the only thing vampires care more about than territory is owning the human race. It’s always been us versus them – versus you. They’ll band together over anything that keeps them in control. What you’re claiming doesn’t make a lot of sense,” Sam reasons, gesturing to the captive.
The vampire laughs hollowly, shaking his head. After a moment he rolls his eyes and treats Sam to a condescending look.
“Are you familiar with the word patrios?” Devin asks.
“Enlighten me.”
“It’s Greek, meaning ‘of one’s father’. To wit, it means those with common roots.” His gaze hardens. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I am not like other vampires. I have loyalties to no one, young man. I am no patriot – I have no country and no home, no companions except these chains. I am too human to be a vampire, and too much a vampire to ever be human. I cannot simply emigrate to a new place, take a test, and belong to something – least of all another species. I cannot put down new roots because I had none to begin with. My lot in life is to be alone, and as a result to be unburdened. I have nothing in common with anyone.” Devin tilts his head slightly, the corner of a smirk returning. “Except, it seems, with hunters. Odd that we should find ourselves aligned, isn’t it?”
“Odd is one word for it.” Sam looks troubled, a deep frown lining his face. It didn’t suit him, in the vampire’s opinion; the wrinkles marred his gentle appearance, but it was a rather frown-worthy subject.
“It makes you all very uncomfortable that I might actually be on your side. I can understand that. But let me put some of your unease to rest – I am not exempt from my own mission. When I am the last, I will go to ash as well. I don’t need you to like me; I don’t want you to forget that I am a soulless bastard,” he says honestly, lifting his shoulders in a careless shrug. “I simply prefer you not kill me until I’m the last one left to kill. And when I am the last, you had better not hesitate to end me or I will be extremely disappointed.”
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