AU: Playing With Your Food(Vampire AU) (Tag Finn/Rue)

[Finn Eogeum]

Finn would have been holding in painful groans of annoyance and embarrassment at Jackson's overwhelmingly exaggerated enthusiasm. That was.... his character, sometimes, most times, especially with Rue around, but it would never get any less irritating. However, the slightly older follower was too distracted with Rue's musings and such to focus on that little squealing, squirming, prepubescent twit. No, what was important was Rue, and the Fae, and Fae blood, and helping the Master in any way he could... He nodded shallowly, "Of course, sir." Rue only had to give the word, and they would be on it.

Finn only noticed his even more increased obedience once Rue's petting began lightening up. It confused him momentarily... but for now, he left his ignorance be. It felt like Rue's work, the almost submissive thoughts that came over him, but it wasn't anything against Finn's morals, what the elder was suggesting, so it wasn't something to be concerned over. Rue knew what he was doing, anyway. They were all here because of that - quick wits, a sharper mind, being a cut above the kids who got slaughtered days within turning.

Well... maybe Jackson was an exception there.

...but that was honestly incorrect, and Finn knew it. Once you knew someone for over three hundred years, you knew almost every part of them. So Finn knew Jackson was capable of being a tricky, sly little bastard. He just didn't understand why the younger one insisted on doing careless things and acting childish. Maybe he would never grow out of those habits.

Finn listened to Rue's concluding instructions with a final nod, ignoring Jackson's behaviour once more. He could get more pissed off once the authority wasn't around. Despite his differences with Jackson, however, he knew they would get the job done well. Osiris could be fun in a good way when he wanted to be. "...yes." Was all he said before Rue left, tagging onto the end of Jackson's statement. That was good enough.

Race? "Really?" Finn smirked, "You'll never win." Well, Finn was a bit of a cheater sometimes, and he was older, and therefore faster, and he was more full than his competitor. He didn't doubt his own abilities all that much. Still, he wasn't about to turn down a challenge. "You're on." And without another word, he sprinted inhumanely fast to the entrance of the coven, resting against a wall once he got there, chest heaving slightly. He squinted his eyes, extending his vision a little as he did, and in the far distance, he could just about see two tiny moving figures heading in this direction. They would still be a short while at the pace they were going though.

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“Haa, we’ll just see about that! I’m getting faster, I promise!” That was a lie. Mostly. Vampires didn’t exactly have living bodies, so while they did come with a million and one advantages and perks(such as speed, strength, heightened senses, maybe a secret ability or two), actual improvement on those skills was slow coming, and even slower since most vampires never bothered to learn new tricks, considering their new forms were already “totally OP”.

Jackson was a lazy one, and impatient to boot. Having lived over 400 years, Jackson had an ample amount of time to gain new skills along with a maturity level that was well beyond the age at which he was turned, or at least one would think. While he had cultivated his own set of skills, they were still few and far between, the boy lacking the discipline and motivation that someone like Finn no doubt had behind him. But then, Finn had also been a lot older than Jackson when he was turned, which may account for their differences in their mannerisms, despite their collective years and experiences.

Whatever the reason was, Jackson wasn’t too concerned about it. He’d survived this long on his tricks and manipulation(and downright ruthlessness), why should he try for anything more? Well, maybe he would to get Finn off his back for once. He was a competitive one, and it irked him that Finn was every considered somehow ‘better’ than Jackson at anything, especially in Master Rue’s eyes, which was definitely incentive to compete with the older vampire at inanely simple things, such as a footrace.

Though, if there was one thing Jackson was better at, it was certainly playing to the crowd without using the simplest shred of hypnosis. Especially around girls. It was easier to manipulate them when they thought you were just a dumb kid. And then at the great reveal, he could laugh in their face like the adolescent he was. Yes, it was a cliche trick, he’d admit, but it got the job done. And it was hilariously fun.

No doubt Jackson was going to behave in the same misleading manner when these two ‘guests’ finally showed up on their doorstep. As expected, Jackson arrived at the gate no more than two seconds after Finn had. “Cheater!” he accused, sticking out his tongue at his partner-in-crime. That was all he was going to say for the moment, and he hopped up onto one of the stone columns that lined either side of the large, black-iron gate, shading his eyes(uselessly, it was dark) as he looked out at the two specks heading their way. Jackson grinned in morbid anticipation. He wondered what the human was like? They wouldn’t mind if Jackson got himself in a teeny taste before sending them off to the Master, would they? He remained crouched on that wall, like a stone gargoyle, watching and waiting for their guests to arrive.