Viva la V(Stan)

[haylee]

So far, Haylee's idea of starting "anew," wasn't exactly forming right. To that end, she kind of felt like a lost bee that was absent from the usual norm of a hive. The orderly and daily functions aspect, fulfilling a job and being useful. She was pretty understanding that "sometimes" things just pop up all of a sudden. As for that "sometimes" notion, it was hard to contain a frown. Now entering a thought, question rather as she entered the posh and velvety lobby. Why did it have to involve vampires, of all things? Once that settled away from her system, Haylee began to seat herself and then reached for her cellphone.

Haylee wasn't officially relaxed, but at least her fear wasn't to overwhelming. As she was really trying to remember her purpose for even being here! She was sticking her neck out for a old friend, one that she hadn't spoken to in a while. Though, it wasn't in her to deny someone if they needed help; no matter the time. Especially Emily, whom had called her from out of the blue and began asking for a little financial help. At first, she thought it was a sick prank, because Emily didn't even sound like the way that she remembered her to be. She sounded paranoid and maybe even a little bit "out of it."

With elbow-grease and wiggle room, Haylee managed to work the problem from Emily. She needed the money to pay what she owed on a few scores of "V." From that, she suspected that Emily also needed a chunk of money to buy more V. The only thing she had to go on was a phone number, of the dealer; since Emily was nowhere to be found.[Whenever calling back for her]. She was here to settle a debt, or at least to try and fake that she had money. Haylee dialed a number and then spoke into her phone, once she noted that someone had picked up. "I have your money."

[Stan Davis]

It was all a part of the scheme. There were a few V-dealers around and whenever they were caught by the vampires, Stan took their cell phone, after punishing them accordingly, of course, and kept it on him at all times. Lucky for him, some of those that bought would still call up those cell phones every once in a while. Although he had taken this cell phone from a dealer in Dallas, he had some business in Shreveport. It had been a few nights of trying to grab Eric Northman's attention, it had been rather busy at Fangtasia.

His time at the Living Dead Hotel was going rather well all until he sat in the Lobby, reading through some of the headlines when he felt his pocket vibrate. It was a call to one of his confiscated dealer cells. He looked down at it and branded the number in his mind before flipping it open. "I have your money" echoed in his ears from both side, surprisingly. It was not until he looked around the room when he realized that he heard the voice in the phone and in the lobby.

His acute hearing allowed him to pinpoint where the voice came from and he found a young woman with a cell phone pressed up against her ear. Honestly, she did not look like any kind of bloodhead he had seen before, she was too attractive and healthy for a blood junkie. Keeping the phone pressed up against his ear, he sped forward and stood in front of her before speaking, "you talking about V-juice money?" he asked, slamming the phone shut. His eyes glared down at the girl, nearly burning a hole through her. Did she have any V on her at the moment? It was not a smart idea to make a phone call like that in a vampire hotel.

"Right then, little lady. Looks like you got some explaining to do," he said, refraining from any sort of an attack only because she did not look like any bloodhead he knew of. Her next words would determine whether Stan would continue talking to her or whisk her off to a holding cell.

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[haylee]

"What the fudge are- Oh, hell. A vampire. That notice of what confronted her, well it had pretty much silenced her objection. The intense look that was bestowed upon her: It wasn't helping any. Well, it was more like a fierce glare; to be more accurate from her view that centered upon her. "Y-..yes." Haylee managed to answer the first question that had been fired her way. She'd only wish her d**n heart would stop trying to escape, via her chest and to leave her breathless. Explaining? It didn't feel like she had a choice in the matter, of originally keeping everything discrete and moving along. Haylee wondered just where in the hell, that the man before her had arrived from, much less knew she mentioned money. Ignorant to the fact of their superb hearing. "I-its not what you think. I'm not buying it all." Really, she wasn't. The idea of it was simply gross.

Once she had been called a "little lady," She forgot whom she was dealing with for a minute and spoke clearly for once. 'I'm not little, but I am a lady. Thank you." Though, after a minute rolled by:There was slightly a feeling of "Cr@p" to her facial features. Onto the explaining, as to end the confusion and possibly to avoid getting into trouble. "My friend, Emily is the one who is on V. She called me out of the blue for money. She owes money for the- What do you even call it? Scores?" Why did she care about terminology? Oh, that's right: She didn't want to appear to be in the wind-dense on a few vampire matters. Kind of ironic, already being there, "I suspect it was to also buy more V, for what she was asking. I told her that I would help her pay off her debt N' that's all. I tried to call back for her again, at the number I just dialed. To tell them I have their money. All I want is my friend back."

[Stan Davis]

Stan's glare had made it's impact and had even caused her to studder, but his Texan vocabulary seemed to snap her out of any fright, only to slowly snap her back in after a second or so. His eyes narrowed, it was a curious way to plead her case. "I wasn't thinking you'd buy it all, you junkies only take enough to get you through a few weeks," he said gruffly. The way she had worded it seemed to just corner her, but when she snapped about her size, Stan could not help but allow a small smirk to cross his lips, she was fiesty.

"Nah, you may not be little to your human friends, but to me, you're such a youngling," he nodded, tilting his head a little. All humans were little compared to Stan's age. Even though she seemed a bit more trustworthy than other bloodheads he had seen, it was unwise to just jump in with a smile and forgive her and believe everything she said, he still had his suspicions about her. That whole 'my friend is the one who does it, I'm just doing a favor' was ever so popular on a list of explanations from junkies.

"So you're just the poor Samaritan that got dragged into this mess blindly? Am I to believe you're truly a good friend or you're just plain ignorant?" he asked, crossing his arms. Stan had never been one to cross his arms but he understood it meant 'business' in human body language.

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[haylee]

"I am not a junkie." Again with a slip of the tongue in terms of being "as a mater of fact-fiesty' way. Dang, at this rate and with her luck: She'd be dead soon. Er, that was a morbid way of thinking, she told herself among her feelings and shook her forehead. Haylee had done nothing wrong! Other then speak up, when she should've been silent but it couldn't be helped. She'd never even thought to agree with a vampire, which took her for a spin. A irritated and uneasy spin before calming, "I suppose that's true, Sir. I don't wish to be called little, though." Ha-she really had NO room for a demand. None of all that mattered, she had to eventually tell herself; what mattered was: Emily and hopefully getting her back. With a tiny flare of her nostrils, she had to as they say,"S*ck it up."

Slowly, Haylee reached into her pocket: Figuring it wouldn't be wise to make any fast movements infront of a Vampire. Unfolding a few bills, then spoke toward his statements. "Look, I don't even have the right amount of money. I thought, if I could fake them out enough, I could see Emily. I didn't exactly think this through." How could she? With a slow exhale of her breath, there was more to add when setting the money beside her. "So, yes. You can call me both, if you like. Stupid and wanting to help Emily. All I heard, was my friend needing my help. She isn't a junkie either, though I realize that she has a problem." If anything, Haylee didn't want to look into the eyes of the man, that was near her anymore. Though, she wanted to show somehow:That she wasn't making everything up. [In order to save her own behind]. She had to stare right ahead.

[Stan Davis]

Again, her quick tongue had escaped her thoughts too rapidly and she spoke up again in protest. Usually, he would act on this disrespect and teach her how to keep her mouth immobile while he was speaking with her, but it was most certainly a break from the usual. Typical responses varied between 'oh my, you are a real vampire! no no, I would NEVER betray you, I want to be one of you!' and 'like hell if I'm gonna let you tell me things to do you spawn of Satan'. Rarely had he ever heard someone disagree respectfully, such fire was a bit rare in the vampire world.

The firm demand that she not be called 'little' actually caused Stan to do something he had not done in a long time: laugh. "Charming, ma'am," he laughed, omitting the 'little' just for temporary sport. Of course, it was a major word in his vocabulary and it would resurface eventually, but he had enough laughs from the word for now. Looking down at the money, he sneered, his fangs slightly extracted, but she had taken it slowly, not like it would have mattered. Even if she had done it quickly, his speed would have been faster and he's be able to stop her if she had a stake. Still, it was a nice gesture.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then thought it through. Even though he did not need bloodmoney, money was money. It was not like the dealer would need any. Quickly, he grabbed it from her outstretched hand and began to count. Sure enough, it was not expensive, it was not even enough to make Stan reconsider giving it back. "Keep your money," he growled, placing it back in her hand. It was tempting, but not tempting enough, she could keep her money.

"So who has her then? I have the dealer, but it's no woman," he said, retracting his slight fangs. He had punished all of the dealers he came in contact with, but over the past week, there weren't any female dealers and the one who had this cell phone was actually a very odd looking man, a pretty scarred up face...who would've thought?

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[haylee]

A laughing vampire,now that was something NEW. Usually thinking, er- rather imagining for them to be garbed in black, or to be extremely moody. Or for them to be-, well that is when she halted. It didn't make sense within her imagination anymore, trying to compare at least. Remembering a woman, also a vampire, with short blond hair that began lobbying for vampire rights on the t.v. Upon hearing the "charming,ma'am" comment, that was presented, Haylee made a timid chuckle. Then awkwardly commenting back on the subject of that comment. "I try to be." It was probably the only moment where things had: Felt a little pleasant.

Refreshing for her, though it wouldn't last very long. When being given a reminder of the big picture, that she was currently stuck in. Via having outstretched the money, while trying to wait for a reply to her actions. Just as it had been quickly snatched away, the money was placed within her care again. "Thank you?" It was a little odd to have the money returned, though didn't make a scene about it. Who has Emily? A very good question. If it was not the dealer, that Emily had given the number to herself, then whom? Then again, the person before her could be lying.

That was just an idea, at first. Where it then felt like he wouldn't make something up, concerning this topic. D*amn it. "I don't know, who took-wait. A man? No, he wouldn't." Haylee muttered out before finally arriving at a point. "Emily has a brother. By chance, did this man have messy red hair and scars on his face?" All of this was one big messy headache, that didn't look to be ending any time soon. Though, for however long it took; she would help her friend, it didn't mean that she couldn't complain at the difficulty. A slight bit within her stressed feelings.

[Stan Davis]

((Haha, ok, now I think I know how to handle this, I got a bit confused))

She seemed confused when he gave her back the money. Logically, it made sense. She had brought the money to settle the score for her friend, which was strange because Stan did not want money for the offense, he wanted to pay back. It was possible that this scarred man told her he wanted money. He was not the dealer, but since this Emily woman needed to send her dealer the money, it naturally seemed correct to give the prison guard the money. "Seems like you got caught up in some vampire business you had no need to get into in the first place," he said, raising both of his eyebrows as if to say 'oh, lightbulb'.

Come to think of it, there had been a girl at the scene of the prisoner-taking. She claimed she could make amends for her brother's dealings, but she wasn't held in the same place the dealer was. In fact, one of Stan's nest mates took a liking to her, last he heard, she'd been glamored, but like hell if he was gonna tell this little lady that. "Right, yeah, that's the one. His sister's with us too, but she has a bit more of a...cozier...holding cell," he shrugged, to put it like that.

"I gotcha now, come to pay off their debt?" he said, eyeing the money again. "You ain't gonna be able to pay it off with cash. If I were to take your brother or sister or any sibling of your's, drain them of all of their blood, get high off of it and then ask if I can pay you back for any inconvience I've caused?" He did not mention that he typically executed the dealers, but he'd wait and see if she had a deal she could make with him. Stan was a sucker for deals.

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[haylee]

Naturally, with a gentle demeanor like hers, one might not expect to see anger but it was there. Tempered. Her eyebrows were now forming to fit along in a bothered, irritated and frustrated poise. The same theme that her face bore, her tone was more surprised then anything. Frankly, she was hoping it would be someone else and not Emily's brother of all people. "That lil weasel. I-..could, well. I could smack him!" Oh, hello embarrassing and slightly random outburst. A hand lifted to cover her face, Haylee figured that she needed a reason for such a string of comments. "They're pretty close siblings, N' Emily would always follow Ryan around." Noting her current words in a more calm tone, though her face was still flushed with a hue of red; a tiny blush.

With a clearing of her throat, a small intake of air; she exhaled before removing her hand. "Caught, n' trying to fix things somehow." Haylee replied to a previous statement that she missed of the man in front of her, due to zoning in on whom was involved. Of course, from all the other statements that were being made by him; required a little thinking. She didn't have any siblings, but if she did; N' if they were drained and left to rot, she would be furious. "I don't have any family, Sir. Though if I did, I'd be furious and insulted. That someone would do that, them leave em to rot." She wasn't saying that happened with Ryan and Emily was right; but they made a mistake.

To be fair, V was addictive: Or so she heard. With tucking back a curly and golden strand of hair, to fit snug behind her ear, Haylee spoke again. "I always honor my debts N' promises that I make." Haven spoken on how she felt, about the scenario of family; it made her wonder something. What could you offer for that grievous mistake in judgment? She hoped that they'd learned their lesson, for one thing. She would do whatever it took to get Emily and regrettably: Ryan the weasel back. A joke, why on earth, did she even joke? It was because she was frustrated. "I have nothing to make a deal with, now that I think about it. Sure, I could probably get a new, tricked out belt-buckle for you. Though, really I'm kinda.. in a tight spot arn't I?" This, pardon the vampire pun: S*cked.

[Stan Davis]

"Well, by all means, slap him," Stan agreed. He had been tired of standing so he finally just took a seat across from her in the lobby. Maybe he would have to get up and whisk her away to a holding cell, but for now, he could most certainly use the rump rest. Sometimes human siblings were just as loyal to each other as a vampire and their maker, it was odd, but humans were all fairly odd, right?

As he had anticipated, she stated that she would have been angry if he had done such a thing to one of her siblings. "That is exactly what it feels like. You see, when you drain a vampire, it takes them quite a long time to finally heal. Watching my brothers and sisters be coffin-ridden for weeks at a time all because some human junkies couldn't get enough of them turns out to be pretty sickening after a while," he sneered, but rather politely, believe me, coming from Stan, this was possible. "So you see, I just ain't gonna give those two up so easily."

What came next could have never been predicted in a million years. A tricked out belt buckle? His mouth opened and he tilted back his head before roaring in laughter. Hardly anyone had made an actually funny joke at his expense. After muffling his laugh some, he regained himself and slaps both hands down on his knees where he held them until he was stable enough to talk again. "d**n, lady!" he chuckled. "No, don't do that. Since you are short on your budget, I'd suggest maybe something else. Accompany me to a vampire bar, perhaps? But you'd have to do it a few times to pay me back." Of course, he would feed from Emily and her brother, but those matters did not concern this one. Which brought him to his next thought: "What's your name?"

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[haylee]

Haylee allowed a breath of air to form into a "pfft" kind of motion, directly on part of being encouraged to smack Ryan. She didn't need any pushing or shoving to get that done, believe you me. "If I were to find him, I would." The grumble had surfaced her lips before trying to not think about that so much, all in good time; maybe if she were lucky. If ONCE: Things were to work out in her favor, that is. Haylee blinked whenever hearing about the subject of draining, her emotions were not that different from a vampire's. Which felt really odd, though she didn't voice that tid-bit and sighed; it would've been nice for them to be handed over.

Although, somehow they both had to account for their actions, just as if they were using any other drug. She just wanted them to be safe and on their way; which appeared to be long from the making, unknowingly to her. "I-think, I understand. If it were any other drug, they'd have to account for their actions, if caught. But they're not monsters." Frankly, she overlooked everything in between and had only focused on getting them back. Her vision wasn't so narrow anymore. Now clearing her throat, from that comment only to hear laughter. Oh, that's right! She had kind of made a joke, due to not having much to work with to demand or plead anything.

At least it was laughter and not anything upseting, like a threat to the awkward joke. Sometimes, she really did say stupid stuff when nervous. Instead of the belt-buckle, there would be another suggestion. Thank goodness! Something to work with. Oh, it's not something that she liked either and was free in thought, A vampire..bar? No. No way! Oh, hell, she didn't have any room to object. D*amn it. With a nod, it was her confirmation before speaking on the arrangement. "N' then, they'll both be free?" Once that was out of the way, she was asked her name and figured to ask of him the same. "I'm Haylee Redford. N' you are,Sir?" She forgot to ask what there was to wear at a gathering, that he asked her to accompany.

[Stan Davis]

"They aren't monsters?" he asked, raising the age-old question in his defense: "And vampires are monsters?" Well, in truth, they sort of were, Stan himself was responsible for many deaths, but only those boring non-entertaining folks. It was his own form of natural selection, only it was in Stan's preference. Still, he had been a human at one part, he spawned from a human, so in truth, humans were monsters too.

Just as a human who ran over a pedestrian must go to court. The pedestrian lived but it seemed like that offense was much more punishable in the court of law, but a drainer got a few years and some money, only vampires gave them justice. She then asked whether her friends would be free once she was finished with her task he asked of her. He did not like lying, but Stan was a miracle worker with simply keeping things a secret. "You're part to help them will be over, they will then have to repay us on their own, but they will remain alive thanks to your help," he nodded.

Usually, a few trips to the vampire bar were not exactly his form of payback, but he liked the way this one smelled, he bet she would taste delicious, in small doses though, he did not want to scare her away. On the other hand, she could possibly prove to help in some sort of manner, who knew, some events just blossomed at clubs.

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[haylee]

"No, they're not." Haylee immediately responded toward a question on her previous statement, that regarded the imagery of her friends. What Haylee had listened to next had felt like a misunderstanding, that she didn't waste anytime in speaking up."I never said that Vampires were monsters, N' that was the wrong word to use. On how my friends shouldn't be seen as." At least in a fair comparison of a crime or simply nothing at all. In truth, the only REAL thing that she knew about vampires were: They terrified her. You go from one second of them being fiction and then, BOOM! Real life, in the making; vampires.

How are you supposed to accept that, without freaking out a little? Once again, Haylee heard about the subject regarding her friends and tuned in carefully. Once her promise was kept, her friends would have to repay things on their own. Though, her involvement in this matter will keep them alive. Haylee nodded her forehead, signaling no objection to that idea, it sounded fair. Frankly, now that she thought about it: The vampire that was near her, was her first encounter. Again, usually awkward and or random things tend to pop out when nervous, though not yet.

Instead, she was persistent about something rather small. "You haven't introduced yerself yet." Only hinting at the fact it would be nice to: Have something else to say other then "sir." Yes, it was polite. Though, it didn't help with identifying anything. Especially when she had introduced herself, not to long ago. About that awkward bit, it surfaced in a pondering kind of way. "Were there any vampires in Dallas, before the open coffin? Because that's where I'm from." Stupid, stupid! Giving out such information, but it would probably come out sooner or later. Speaking of later, she'd have to ask about the arrangements to meet at these clubs.

[Stan Davis]

"So you don't think we're monsters, why do you stutter when you talk to me?" he asked out of curiosity. Plenty of people were afraid of vampires or viewed them as monsters, but at least she wasn't one of those ridiculous Fellowship of the Sun thingys, right? "You wouldn't happen to be affiliated with the Fellowship of the Sun now would ya?" That should have been his first question, no mercy for any of those freaks, they were the real monsters who actually dared to carry Christ's name in their work.

It was ridiculous that he now had to introduce himself as a vampire. Why, back in the day, yada yada, he was perfectly content with people thinking he was some kind of mixture of an albino and a cold-blooded partner who'd been left in the freezer for too long. It was so much easier to say 'hi, I'm a weird human' than to say 'hi, I'm not human at all'. It was similar to this: let's say you were a great white shark and you ran across a few fishes. When you say 'boo, I'm a great white shark!' the fish run away and you actually have to work for food. But when you say 'yo! I'm just like you!' they tend to not care for a night which was always enough for Stan. Something reminded him of that Little Red Riding Hood tale...'cept Stan wasn't no wolf in a grandma body, but Haylee was most certainly a little red - her name was Haylee?

He must have zoned out for a moment because although he caught her name, he had yet to give his. Another small laugh escaped, sure enough, she figured he did not give her his name. "Right you are. I am Stan Davis," he nodded, as if a small 'at your service' gesture was in order. "And actually, I am the Sheriff of Dallas. Any trouble you got there, you'd best come to me," he sort of lied. Well, not any trouble. If it were trouble with another vampire, he wouldn't help her, but any sort of information on witches and other creatures in the area would be nice, he did hate maenads.

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[haylee]

"Well, you're told that vampire's are just fiction among other things. N' then it's a different story all of a sudden." Haylee spoke, though not directly answering the question at hand, rest assured that it would. As it was fair enough to ask, the least she could do was answer it. Although, once the Fellowship of the Sun had been mentioned, her eyebrows sank within a frown. "Its a lot to handle N' a lot of people are still straggl'n around. N I stutter because I am afraid of vampires, despite that your're the first one I've seen." What most of them could do and with a gentle shake of her forehead, she'd better explain the reasoning for her quick frown.

"That's not why I am frowning though. It's the Fellowship of the sun." Haylee noted, her eyebrow lifting softly as she would continue onward."They are not doing god's work." With that much noted, there was something else to add about them. That exposed her to them in the first place. "I became interested in them at first, based on my fear of vampires n' figuring things out. Though, when I saw their hatred for something different from them, well... That is not what god is at all. N' I want no part of them. Or what they do." After that, it was finally nice to know whom she was talking to. A Mr. Stan Davis, a sheriff of some kind.

Not that she knew what a "sheriff" meant at all. "It's like they're a mad cow'n hate cult." Commenting on the made up word for crazed fanatics. Haylee then reflected back to the subject of her friends, it would be proper to thank Stan for his fairness. Given that she knew his full name now, it was just her southern polish. "Thank you for hearing me out, N treating my friends fairly Mr. Davis."