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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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Xander Cage 101

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A brief rise of thick brows and widening of brown eyes, but that was it, Levi didn’t want to give too much away to the guy. But he would, at least, from these small gestures, comprehend that the vampire got the hint—he knew what he was. And Levi was almost certain he knew what this guy’s occupation entailed. Despite that, he didn’t feel as though he had walked onto thin ice by coming in here. Perhaps it was the setting. Though lousy in its opportunity for child-vampire-hustling, it provided something of a safe space for Levi. There was no way the hunter was going to attack a child in front of the few witnesses surrounding them. Even a few could provide a sturdy enough account. There wasn’t many customers, sure, but there was plenty of tired waitresses and chefs in the kitchen, plus the CCTV. Levi was safe here.

❝ Yeah–it’s a mystery not even Poe could write, ❞ he began, referring to the clearing out comment as he slid into the opposite booth, ❝ Maybe the food here is shitty. ❞ 

A sonorous fart entered the air just before ass met seat and made the last set of customers a few tables behind them get up and go. There was a smirk trying to creep its way onto his lips as he watched them storm past, cursing nasally under their breaths, though he denied it any access. Hey, if you were going to be the smelly, blood intolerant kid vampire, you might as well embrace it. Life was long for their kind. Hopefully it would stay that way for this one, despite his unexpected dinner company.

He dusted a few crumbs off the table and flexed his shoulders. ❝ I don’t take donations, man. I prefer to work for it. And it’s not so much about the money as it is completely ruining someone’s day, ❞ he smiled cheerfully. ❝ There’s no monetary reward that could ever replace that. ❞

In the abandoned restaurant, Levi was half-tempted to light a joint. It wasn’t as if his own constantly emitting odours would have any trouble in covering it up. Instead, bored hands found a little scrap of napkin to fidget with, and he averted his gaze as his next sentence left him. 

❝ I think I know your face. ❞ Eyes swiftly returned to the other, fearing the comment may trigger something unpleasant. He paused for a beat. ❝ Should I?

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Xander had no intentions of smiting the guy, or whatever he thought he might do. He was here to have dinner, even though the food at Denny’s was pretty shitty, it was cheap, it was open late, and he wanted some damn waffles. He could have made them himself, but hey, when a guy gets a specific craving, it’s easier to just go for it, let the professionals handle it. He kept his posture relaxed, his body language open just in case the vampire thought he had something less than pure intentions, or like he was here for him. Running into creatures always got complicated when there were humans around, and he knew what he looked like to people. Even regular people sometimes crossed the street or left because of his imposing presence. 

“Eh,” he offered up, “Shitty and unhealthy.” Not that Xander had ever cared about either of those things. He just kept himself in good enough shape by jumping off buildings or free-climbing, pulling stunts in the local skate parks. 

So that was the game. Stink bomb the whole place, pick up the leftovers. Not a bad way to turn an off-putting problem into an asset, really. He was mildly impressed, though he had no idea how old the vampire actually was, so he couldn’t know how long it’d taken him to figure this sort of hustle out. 

He snorted, “I can get a kick out of fucking up someone’s day, if it’s the right kinda person.” Most of the people that fell victim to Xander’s malicious streak were witches and creatures taking advantage of people, selling snake oil to humans, fleecing other witches out of their inheritances, shit like that. In the human world, sometimes he’d fuck with a few of those stuff-shirts from big corporate executive offices, let the regular joes get some of the time and money they put into the company back. 

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“Oh yeah?” He looked over at him, taking another sip through the straw. “I’ve got one of those faces….looks a lot like some dude who’s got a job catching people like you.” He deliberately said people, there. “I ain’t him, though.” Xander wasn’t going to go into specifics until he was sure what the vampire was fishing for.