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Legs looked around the new space that was opened up to him. He shut his eyes almost immediately, having to adjust to the red fluorescent lights that lit the area up. The office was rather large for being in the back of a bar and quite new at that. Come to think of it, everything looked new; the chairs were made with shiny black leather and the desk was definitely made of some pale oak imported from Oakhurst itself. Legundo was sure of it.
For a moment he believed he had stepped into a mob bosses’ office.
"Nice to see you got my invitation."
Scott Goldsmith.
Close enough. Legs thought to himself as his eyes finally met the figure behind the desk.
Scott Goldsmith looked the same way that he did centuries ago. The same white hair and red eyes- although Legs could see the small hints of blue in both. While his style had changed some, it was still very much Scott: a black shirt with a red one half buttoned and tucked into leather pants.
"You have a phone. You could've texted Cleo. I'm sure she would've given you my number." Legundo folded his arms across his chest.
"Yes…but where's the fun in not leaving a suspicious note to a place you've never been to?" Scott asked, waving his hand slightly. He stood up from his chair and it was then that Legundo realized he was wearing platform boots. "You haven't gotten out much, have you, doctor?"
There was pause as Legs chose not to answer. He watched Scott smirked at that course of action and he didn't know why it still made his skin prickle. Well- he did know why, but he refused to allow that memory to resurface. Not now, anyway. He didn't have time to deal with it. He watched as Scott walked around the desk to confront him a little closer. Legundo didn't back down. He simply stared at the other with a set jaw.
“So why did you have Abolish or Shelby leave that paper in my door?” Legs asked as he tilted his head. He watched as Scott's brows furrowed together before he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Despite not being in each other's presences for a few centuries, Legs could still read Scott's mannerisms well enough. However, he wanted to hear him say it first.
“First of all, I was the one who left it there.” There it was. Legundo couldn't help a small smirk of his own. There was some small sense of satisfaction behind knowing Scott well enough. Enough to know that he just had to take credit for things regardless of how small. He could worry about the fact Scott knew where he lived later as the elder vampire continued. “Secondly, I wanted to ask a favor.”
Any sense of Legundo's smirk faded at an instant. His jaw clenched and teeth grinded together as a sharp exhale escaped his nose. He knew it. Why else would Scott want anyone if it wasn’t benefiting him in some way.
“You get one. Anything you want once. Use it wisely.”
“You cashing it in?”
There was a pause and for once Scott was hard to read. The scraping of something against wood almost startled the doctor. He managed to catch a glimpse of what made the noise with his good eye, seeing Scott pull a glass closer to him. The contents were hard to make out due to the lighting but it was definitely darker than what he had at the bar.
He was caught off guard as Scott cupped his cheek. He opened his mouth to retaliate but no words came out. Legundo’s heart spluttered slightly in shock at how tender it was. He almost melted into it until he felt the elder vampire's thumb get shoved into his mouth. His eye widened as he bit down in surprise; a fang caught and blood trickled. The former intoxicating scent and taste flooded his senses.
Vampire blood. Was that what the drink was?
Legs swallowed; composing himself enough to pull Scott's hand away at the wrist. He glared at him. “What the hell?”
“Well to answer your question… Yes, you can say I’m cashing in the favor.” Scott said, completely unphased by the claws now wrapped around his wrist, “I just wanted to see your reaction and see what you thought of a proper drink. You look like you've been starving yourself.”
“I have not.” Legs hissed in retort, “I have my blood. Sourced well too.”
“Animal blood.” Scott reminded him as he leaned in. That all knowing smirk was still etched on his face, “Still trying the whole noble hero act, are we?”
“And what about you? You were told not to kill anymore. That's the whole reason you survived Oakhurst in the-”
“Yes I’m well aware, but I haven’t broken that promise yet. Abolish is seeing to that… obviously.” Scott said, untangling his wrist free from Leguendo’s grip, “Why do you think we have this little place?"
“To feed yourself? To feed all of you?” Leguendo hissed, glaring down at the elder vampire, “Why do you need my help?”
“I was getting to that, if you’ll calm down.” Scott said, tilting his head as he continued to speak. Red eyes matching the doctor’s gaze, “See, we need human blood as well. That’s what we use in some of our mixes along with vampire blood.”
“And…why can’t you just ask Abolish’s organization to help you out? Why do you need me?” Legs asked as he went to readjust his jacket.
He watched as Scott clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. The elder vampire looked almost annoyed with his questions, but then again, Scott was never big on giving straight answers to begin with. Scott was the first to look away, his fingers finding the glass before tapping the side. Legs’ ears perked up at the sound before Scott’s gaze flickered back to him.
“Because I know where you work. I know you can get it without much of a fuss….” The elder started, taking the drink in his hand before raising it to his lips. He took a gentle sip before offering it to Legs’ mouth, “Plus… I know somewhere deep down you crave it. Animal blood will only get you so far and you know that.”
Legundo’s brows furrowed. He couldn’t help the small grumble that rose in his chest. He tilted his head back, trying to block out the smell hitting his nose as he swallowed the saliva forming in his mouth. He didn't want to give Scott the satisfaction of being right. There was a pause before the doctor finally broke; sipping from the elder vampire’s glass.
“Regardless of the deal or not, you’ll still be doing us a huge favor.” Scott said as he watched the other drink, “I can let Shelby know. I know she’ll be thrilled. Plus, God knows you need to get out of the house. I mean-”
“Enough….” Legs muttered, taking a step back to wipe his mouth, “I’ll do it. No need for more sweet talk.”
Scott grinned at him. It was sickenly sweet and innocent looking. It was enough to fool anyone else but it made Legundo shudder slightly. The doctor rolled his shoulder slightly as he found some of his old aches acting up while he was still in forced proximity with the giver of those past wounds. This conversation had gone on for much longer than he would have liked and had aroused some questionable emotions on his part. He didn't want to think too much about it. What he needed was to get out of there and fast.
“I’ll give you the list in the next day or so,” Scott said, placing the now empty glass back on his desk.
“Just stick it in the mailbox next time.” Legs muttered under his breath. He really didn’t like the fact that Scott also knew where he lived and had known for some time now. He ran his hand along the back of his neck as he turned around to walk out. He could still feel Scott’s eyes burning into him as he opened the door.
He was surprised that there was no response as he went to close the door behind him. Usually, Scott was always one to want the last word. Perhaps a few centuries with Shelby had done him some good after all. He supposed only time would tell if that was actually true. The only thing he did know for sure was that he had made a deal with the devil for the second time.
“Shit….”