Dekker walked down the streets of Hogmead. Somewhere he didn’t go often. Often he spent time in the muggle world with his Tahlia. They would revel in the night life of London, he often not touching a wand or seeing any part of the magical world for weeks. Until he needed to be in Paris. Then he would apperate.

Recently Dekker had been using his gift so that the renovations to his tattoo shop were easier to deal with. The time restrictions he had because of his vampirism making everything go a little bit longer than Dekker cared for. Of course he realized how silly the concept of him dwelling on time was, but he did run a business. And his business was centered around the living.

Tahlia was off with her dolls in Paris and he had just finished putting a new coat of paint on the walls of what was going to be a gallery for his shop. Of course that meant it had to dry and without much else to take up his time Dekker decided to visit a place he had only been a handful of times. It smelled of blood and cold and rain, but there was a ting of magic there that was always different from the muggle world. It reminded him of the magical community’s back in America. Places he hadn’t see for years.

He had fed well when he woke up, as he did everyday. A habit best kept so when he was tattooing he didn’t get too overwhelmed. Only disaster could come from that. The last time Dekker had lost control he was young. Sense that day he promised himself to never let it happen again. And it never did.

Dekker had a kind heart. Taking to the misfits in life and wanting to help them. He just had daemons that would never quite leave him. Not just the ones from living a life restricted to the night, but also those that fallowed him over from his life before death. The kind that Tahlia was forced to deal with every New Years when firecrackers were booming in the sky.

The cold night brought him up to the doors of The Hog’s Head. If he had ever been in the building it was only once. Sometimes Dekker felt guilty for not utilizing the magic that he had. Like he was squandering a gift. His art and vampirism always seemed enough. Places like this were a little bit of a shock but he had come this far so what would one drink really hurt?

Dekker walked through the doors, the regulars taking him in. This was one of those places were everyone knew everyone, so of course he stuck out off the bat. Not paying much mind to those that seemed to linger Dekker crossed the floor, his eyes catching someone in the corner sitting alone. The corner of his mouth turned up. What were the odds of finding another like him in this place?

He claimed a chair next to her ordering a gin that was going to just sit in front of him most of the night anyway. Once the glass was set down he looked at the girl next to him. “Can’t say I’ve met you before…the names Dekker, how about yours?” The southern drawl pegging him as an American was just another thing from life he couldn’t let go of. Tahlia would say it would eventually do him in being nostalgic as he was. Dekker was just to stuborn to ever heed her warning.


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Life as a vampire was interesting for Dekker. There were those that struggled with the idea of having to kill for life. He knew many like that. He also knew those of his kind that turned into monsters. They tore humans to pieces and bathed in blood. Dekker was human in a time when humans were killing humans. He watched a mother struggle with frantic Japanese try to hand off her baby to a strange American soldier. She was desperate and his platoon mates confused. In minutes she was gone in an explosion and so were his collogues. With images like that floating in his memory biting a neck never seemed that bad.

The look on the other vampires face seemed to match his own. One of familiarity. To some degree it was always like meeting a family member. The distant cousin that you grew up hearing stories about but never really met. There was a little bit of hostility. He couldn’t blame her. Just because they both had to walk under the moon for eternity didn’t mean that either of them were expected to be cordial with each other. Luckily Dekker liked to think that friends were more valuable than enemies.

He took her hand happy that she seemed to accept his introduction. Delicately Dekker placed a kiss on top of it, just as mother always taught. It was an old fashioned way of thinking for most, even a very Parisian thing perhaps. For Dekker it was just another piece of Georgia that he liked to keep around with him. “I am and it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Stella.” Dekker sat back in his seat again. “Though I have to say that I haven’t been back home in quite some time so it’s hard to really justify calling myself that anymore.” Even if he did desperately cling to everything that would label him as an American.

Dekker took up his glass and took a sip of the liquor that never quite hit the spot anymore. “Thought I would re-introduce myself to the area.” His eyes swept the room again. “I’m used to London. Don’t get around here much. But sometimes it’s nice to be among all the magic again.” He grinned. It was the practiced grin that most of his kind knew. The kind that still seemed genuine while still concealing their fangs. Even with the change of scenery Dekker knew better. The people in this place might have known about vampires but that never stopped them from kicking up dust when one did come around no matter if they were friendly or looking for a feast. “You here often then?” He then asked motioning his glass towards her before tipping back more of his drink.