HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 201
Age:
764
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen May 7, 2024 19:46:11 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Mar 10, 2024 21:42:08 GMT
His seven hundred and sixty five years on earth had come to an end. Hector knew he wouldn’t live forever, but he never expected to be killed by his best friend. The last memory he had was looking into Magnus’ eyes as the sword was driven through his chest. It was a mixture of relief and sadness. Most people would have felt a level of betrayal in that moment, but Hector knew Magnus was doing the right thing. He was saving the people he cared about by killing his best friend. Moments later he woke up in a strange town, completely alone. He thought his soul would have been dragged down to the fiery world below them, to join the likes of Hannya, but perhaps this was the other side everyone spoke of. Either way he wasn’t a fan. Everything was so quiet and still. The next surprise was finding out he was no longer a vampire. This was hell for him. Within a few hours of arriving in the empty town he tried to break into a nearby store. He bumped the door gently, but it barely moved. Usually that would have been enough for the hinges to snap off, but no, he was having to kick at the door a few times until it flew open. There was no sign of life in that store or any store in the square. The houses were empty too, but luckily the front doors were unlocked. Hector didn’t have to fight to break inside. There was a small two bedroom house near the town centre he decided to call home. It was a fraction of the size of his apartment in Mystic Falls. There were no fancy lamps or expensive rugs. The place was just a very normal family home. He wondered how long he would be able to tolerate his own company before snapping. It was unnerving to think about. But then suddenly Linc showed up a week later, confirming neither of them were dead. They were just trapped in some stone while Cassie was searching for a cure. Hector offered Linc the second bedroom in the house or Linc could just go find another house since they were all vacant. Linc opted for the second bedroom. After living on his own for decades Hector was now having to share his space with someone else. At least it was Linc and not someone he hated. He was upstairs when he heard a noise from downstairs, enough noise to be picked up by his non-supernatural hearing. Linc had gone out to get some food from the supermarket which never ran out of stock. Hector slowly walked down the stairs, wondering who else had been thrown into this stone. He pushed the door open into the living room and was shocked to see Luc sitting on the couch in the living room. “Luc?” There was a deep frown on his face, “Don’t tell me they’ve thrown you in here too?” Bloody hell had Hector managed to infect half of Mystic Falls? LUC FOURNIER
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 57
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 8, 2024 19:44:52 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Mar 20, 2024 21:01:01 GMT
”Be ready to pull me out,” Luc warned the girl. Who knew how Hector had taken to what his best friend and the teenaged witch had done to him. That feeling of betrayal could leave you filled with anger and hatred even without a virus raging in your system, burning away any self-control and sense you might’ve had. One look at his face might be enough to have Hector trying to remove his heart the way he had done so many others of late.
Dragging in a breath, Luc shut his eyes and nodded to the girl. Out of all of them he could probably survive the most damage, and deal out the most too, if he had to. Once upon a time he would’ve celebrated this – the monster who had slaughtered his parents, who had ordered his sisters cut down tortured, left uncertain who he could trust as he slowly tore himself apart. Forgiveness had crept in though, what had ended up between him and Hector a friendship that had endured through numerous hardships and what they had believed was each other’s deaths. Now it was concern cutting deep not glee. Hector had to come out of this.
By now Magnus’ boy had probably explained some of what had happened – if he’d kept his faculties too. He’d have said Magnus should have seen what was coming for Lincoln, but when you were that close to someone you didn’t want to see what was right there in front of you. You didn’t want to believe that they were slipping away from you. It tore something out of you when you realised you were powerless against it, but if you didn’t fight against it the regrets were worse. There was something you’d missed, something you could’ve done earlier, before there was a pile of bodies outside your door and hunters were likely sniffing around them like dogs around trash cans. Hector would’ve been a juicy treat for one of them, the empire he’d built and the people working for him free game.
Before the witch had come up with their temporary solution he’d taken over the running of the club anyway. Sooner or later others would start to realise that something had changed there, but for now, with the help of the other staff, it would be business as usual there. If any more of them ended up infected that would change, the little piece of paradise Hector and the boy had been tucked into ending up crowded.
Luc wasn’t sure what the state of things on this side of the stone would be like, but this didn’t seem too bad. Opening his eyes he’d found himself in the middle of a town, run down perhaps, empty. It probably would’ve been like a vacation for the pair of them if it wasn’t for being out of their minds. The last time they’d been seen both of them had been too dangerous for their own good. Now he felt a thin shiver roll down his spine. Hector hadn’t flown out of him and torn his throat out on arrival at least.
It took ten long minutes to spot the light that glowed behind the windows of one the small homes. The door opened under his touch – why lock it when there seemed to be nobody else here? Easing inside, Luc spotted the boy’s hoodie on the couch. He was probably in the right place at least. The house appeared to be empty for now, but at some point one of them would appear. Sinking down on the couch, Luc dragged his hands over his face. If they couldn’t find a cure soon this might end up being home for a long time.
His head came up as he heard the door to the room open. Luc met Hector’s eye, freezing as the frown cut deep on his familiar face. There seemed to be sanity behind those dark eyes at least. ”You’re looking better,” he drawled lightly, as though Hector had just been suffering through a case of chicken pox instead of a sanity stealing virus. Throwing his hands up lightly, he waved off the idea of him being locked in here. ”Not yet. If you did manage to infect more than the boy, it hasn’t been long enough for any of the symptoms to show up yet. You should probably stay over there though, just for safety’s sake.”
The smile that touched his lips was short lived. He propped his forearms on his knees almost like he was settling in. ”I wanted to check in on you, make sure you hadn’t entirely lost your mind in here. We’re hoping to land hands on a cure soon. This bodes well for us finding one.” If Hector could be relatively normal in here they might be able to replicate that outside. ”Is the boy the same? Or is he out there looking for someone to feed from?” The two of them could probably feed from each other, but sooner rather than later that would become a problem. Vampires didn’t do well when they weren’t finding some sort of satisfaction from blood.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 201
Age:
764
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen May 7, 2024 19:46:11 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Mar 29, 2024 23:18:09 GMT
They could be facing a long stretch inside the stone. Hector thought he’d been in there a week when Linc arrived, but it had been a few hours. So even if it did take Cassie a few weeks to cure them, it would feel like months. Hector knew he had the mentality to survive in the stone for years, but he wasn’t sure how Linc would cope. This was pretty much a walk in the park compared to the hell he endured with the hunter's curse. It really put everything into perspective. Years of mental torture because he decided to rip a hunter apart. It was rare he was faced with the consequences of his own actions. Linc insisted Magnus was fine. He wasn’t angry with Hector about what happened, but Hector wouldn’t be at ease until he spoke with Magnus. Heard those words come from his mouth. Until he could see his best friend, apologise to his face, he couldn’t accept he was forgiven. He swallowed his concerns though because he wasn’t about to expose that soft part of himself to Linc. The version of him which was capable of crying and feeling vulnerable. He knew they’d all seen glimpses of that throughout the years, but he needed to hold back for now because no doubt Linc was on the verge of crumbling, especially after what happened with Cassie. The virus had destroyed them so badly they were willing to kill the people they cared about the most. Both were reeling from that. Hector tried to keep them distracted most days though, like some dad trying to keep their toddler occupied. The house had a huge bookcase in the living room, mostly books he’d never heard of. He’d started to read a few, but none of them made sense. Just words thrown together on a page. After the fourth book he realised they were fake books. The realisation had frustrating brewing inside of him. There was a television too, but again the shows were on repeat. The same thing was shown every single day. The radio played the same music everyday. They were reliving the same day over and over again. Fantastic. There was a car on the drive though. Eventually he’d suggest they head somewhere else, but he expected they’d reach so far out of the town only to be catapulted back in. For the first time in months Hector felt like himself. He was able to function properly without wanting to lash out. “Cheers.” He felt a rush of relief when it was clear Luc was only visiting. “I was gonna say there’s only two bedrooms in this house. You’d need to move in next door or take the couch.” So, it was confirmed. It would just be him and Linc for the foreseeable future. There was an itch of concern considering he’d never spent too long with just one person. Hector took a seat on one of the armchairs, as he listened to Luc explain they were looking for a cure. “My sanity is in check. I’m thankful you guys are looking for a cure.” It sounded positive. Hector knew Luc wouldn’t come into the stone and start giving him false hope. He would have laid down the cold hard truth if it wasn’t looking good. Whether Hector relay that back to Linc was another issue. Linc needed the false hope. “Nah he’s gone out to get some normal human food. Seems we’re not vampires whilst we’re trapped in here. Bloody nightmare.” He’d suggested they should go for a run one morning until he realised he would actually get out of breath. “Luc. I’m so sorry for attacking you. I know it was the virus forcing me to do it but I am sorry. I feel dreadful about what happened.” When he went for Luc he knew immediately he’d done something wrong, but everything was blamed on the stress of firing Ayla. “I feel awful about everything. The warning signs were there and I ignored them.” It was a humbling thought that someone of Hector’s age had been brought to his knees by something as simple as a virus. Tears almost started to prickly in his eyes, but he quickly cleared his throat. Linc could be back any second. “How’s the club and everything?” He knew the place would be doing fine with Magnus and Luc looking after things. They’d make sure everyone got paid on time and all the illegal activities would be swept under the carpet. LUC FOURNIER
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 57
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 8, 2024 19:44:52 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Apr 27, 2024 16:55:51 GMT
Being shuffled aboard Hector’s boat had been about as close to captivity as he’d ever suffered through and after years of spending all his time with his parents and siblings even then had been a struggle. He’d desperately wanted off of the boat, to somehow get back and see if he’d been wrong and any of his family had survived. They were dragons, that should have meant they could survive any fight. Hector and his people had been ruthless though, the weapons they had used forged in a way that had guaranteed death. Forgiving the man for that had felt unforgivable, but in the end he’d done it. As much as it galled him to say it, he’d flourished under Hector’s leadership.
Strangely, becoming top dog had never sat with him the same way. The isolation it brought left him itchy in the end, the yearning to be a part of a team building until he’d been unable to rid himself of the itch. Like a dog with its tail between its legs, he’d crawled back to Ingrid and had found more than he’d expected when Hector had seemed to come back from the dead in the same tiny town. The coincidence had felt like anything but one. Glancing around the living room, feeling like he’d walked into one of those soap operas as much as a horror film, Luc wondered how Hector would deal with it now. He had the boy for company, but none of them had been able to tell if he’d be walking into a situation where the two of them were tearing each other apart. This seemed like anything but.
Luc’s lips curved into a faint smirk. If it came to it, he supposed one of them could come here to stay, but it seemed as though Linc and Hector were coping in each other’s company for now. ”Or the boy could take the couch,” he tossed back. ”The youngest always gets the worst berth.” That had been true as a boy when he’d been relegated to the trundle bed in his parents’ room, and on board of Hector’s ship. The smallest on the crew, he didn’t take up much space, so why give him all the comfort? At least Hector had some measure of that while he was trapped in here. The witch and Magnus had seemed certain that there was a cure out for this. Luc wasn’t sure he believed so much, but he wasn’t about to do what the foolish Canadian vampire had suggested and just kill Hector. ”Are you worried we were just going to toss you in here and lock the door?” he asked, a grim humour to his voice. ”We couldn’t guarantee what it was going to be like for you in here, but it was always going to be temporary. I’m sure Magnus will be glad to hear you’re back to your old self for now at least.” And the boy too. That would likely be Magnus’ second question once he was out. Luc wouldn’t be able to admit that he had seen the boy for himself, not unless Linc came back soon.
”You’re both human again?” Luc’s eyes widened as he craned forward, as though there would be some obvious sign of it. Hector had been a vampire so long that he had probably forgotten what being human was like, but Lincoln was freshly turned. This was probably a relief to the boy. ”There’s food here at least?” He wasn’t sure whether they’d be able to bring a care package in. The witch could probably figure out some way, but as far as he could tell it was just his spirit that was just sent here now, while his body remained out there in the real world.
Hector had always come off as strong, almost impervious to damage. A man who batted away the verbal slings and arrows with just as much ease as the physical. Never soft enough to spend half his existence apologising for his crimes. Hearing the word sorry from him now felt strange. Luc nodded as he accepted it though, his smile drifting back for a friend. ”You weren’t to know,” he assured him. ”The virus changed your behaviour, made you do things you usually wouldn’t. There’s nothing to apologise for in that. I’m still here, the boy is too.” How Linc would feel being trapped with the man who’d almost killed him was another matter.
Mon dieu. He hated seeing Hector brought so low. Luc dipped his head slightly as Hector cleared his throat, giving the man time to recover. Hector was usually all confident, but this virus had brought him low. ”In one piece, at least,” Luc quipped lightly. ”Kit has the upstairs in hand. Magnus is helping with the paperwork where he can. We’ll manage with the people we have. Is there anything we need to know to keep it running? I know that what’s there isn’t all there is.” Hector would understand what he meant. Hector’s business practices were never going to be perfectly transparent, especially when Mystic Falls’ finest had already been sniffing around.
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