HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Jul 3, 2024 20:08:34 GMT
Hector knew Magnus and Luc would keep the business afloat whilst he was away. There was zero doubt in his mind when it came to that. He could have been trapped in that stone for years but he knew when he eventually made it out the club would be exactly the same, making a few lost staff along the way, such as Lawrence. Something inside of his head must have been rewired inside that stone because he had a trace of sympathy for Lawrence. The smallest bit, but only because a part of him empathised with him. Hector too had gone through a moment in his life after Evelyn’s where he tried to turn his emotions off, but it was impossible. The older they got the harder it was. He was desperate for a second of peace inside his mind. A life where he didn't feel like his heart had been snapped in heart. His apartment was back to how it was before he lost his mind. The carpets had been cleaned and whatever couldn’t be saved was replaced, thanks to Magnus. There was hesitation before he stepped back into his apartment, memories of what had happened over the last few months flashing through his mind. What a bloody mess he’d created in such a short space of time and he wasn’t even the one to clean it up. Most mornings he would wake up and sit on the edge of his bed for a few minutes, silently searching his mind for some sign the virus was still in there. Cassie was certain the cure had worked, but Hector wasn’t wholly convinced yet. Who’s to say it wasn’t temporary? He was nervously waiting for it to creep back into his brain to take control again. Call him pessimistic, but he’d been around long enough to know things can go south overnight. He’d like to say he would recognise the signs this time round, but he didn’t have much faith himself. Before waking up in the ghost town he’d been under the impression that if he were to become human again that would be the worst thing in the world. There had been times throughout his life, especially when he was living on the waters, people would tell him there was nothing human left inside of him. But there were still traces of that version of him left inside, more so now than before. Slowly he’d been leaning into that person since moving to Mystic Falls. Being trapped with Linc in the stone forced him to lean a little more. He realised being human wasn’t all that bad. It was a simple life. But now he was slotting himself back into his normal life and what better way to do that than to head over to the casino to spend an eye watering amount of money. It was a sure way to ease himself back into his old ways. He stepped into the casino, handing his coat over to one of the members of staff. Immediately he searched for Ayla. The last exchange of messages he had with her was about immigration officers looking for her. Word got out that she was working somewhere in Mystic Falls. Hector reassured Pierre would cover her and if things got really bad Hector was happy to step in to represent her legally. The last time he stood up to defend someone in court was 1879. Times had probably changed since then. He spotted Pierre behind the bar and approached him. “Evening.” He smiled as his friend turned around to face him, but Hector wasn’t met with the same smile. He was met with a face of shock. Hector was about to ask if he was okay, but Pierre had already run from behind the bar and was now grabbing hold of Hector, squeezing him tight. PIERRE BAUDELAIRE |
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PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
Vampire
Posts: 43
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Aug 3, 2024 16:28:08 GMT
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on Aug 3, 2024 16:20:07 GMT
 ━ moral compromise has its privileges ━
It would’ve been one thing if he’d died while Pierre was half a world away, but he was in the same town, for goodness’ sake. How had this happened without his knowledge?
Pierre attempted to distract himself with work. Running a business was no easy feat… Hector would’ve known that. He would’ve listened to Pierre’s woes and connected with him though it. Now?
Pierre sighed heavily as he exited the back room and moved onto the main floor, appearing behind the bar. He set down the fresh keg, not paying attention to the patrons behind him until he heard a familiar voice.
No, it couldn’t be.
He turned, eyes wide as he beheld Hector. Alive. “‘Ector!” Pierre shouted, running out from behind the bar to tackle-hug his friend, though, of course, the older vampire wouldn’t be taken down so easily. “Mon ami!” He continued, squeezing Hector for a moment before pulling back just enough to slap his hands onto Hector’s cheeks and drag him in for a kiss on the mouth. He brought his hands down on Hector’s biceps and laughed loudly, tears forming in his eyes. “I dzought you were dead! I am so ‘appy you are not. Dzat would ‘ave been terriblé. It was.” He puffed. “I ‘ave missed you. Do not die again, oui?” Pierre smiled sadly, “Dzis world would ‘ave been misérable wizout you.”
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Sept 12, 2024 9:23:06 GMT
Hector had a fair of near death experiences over the years. Misfired wooden bullets, ill placed wooden stakes. There was also the time his and Magnus’ favourite tavern burned to the ground when someone fell asleep on a bed of straw holding a cigar. The older he got the less likely those things occurred though. He was faster than the person shooting at him, stronger than the person trying to jam a stake in his chest and of course beds weren’t made of straw anymore. But this most recent brush with death bothered him more than the others. It was unnerving to know there was something else out there which could bring a vampire down. It did have him wondering who the bloody hell released that thing into Mystic Falls? Was Elijah right? Was Tristan the great mastermind behind all of it? There hadn’t been a peep out of him since Hector and Elijah got sick, so it was somewhat believable especially since he threatened Hector. No threat from Tristan was an empty one either. He watched as Pierre shot out from behind the bar, throwing his body at Hector as he brought him in for a hug. “Erm, hello?” It was difficult to return the hug as Pierre had pinned Hector’s arms by his side. Then Pierre pulled back, placing his hands on Hector’s face as he yanked Hector’s face close for a kiss. Hector found himself completely lost for words, but then Pierre explained (in a way) his excitement. “Mort?” He exclaimed as he started to laugh. The rumour mill had been churned since he’d been gone. “Oui. I shall not die again.” Plenty of people would be quick to disagree with Pierre’s comment. They’d argue a world without Hector would be a better place. “I’ve been sick. I didn’t try and kill you at any point, did I? My memories from the past few months are a little hazy, to say the least.” Like a thick cloud lingering in his mind. He knew some of the things he'd done, but others had slipped his mind. PIERRE BAUDELAIRE |
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