Death. It was just another part of everyday life to Cassius. Insignificant. 

He scanned a newspaper, skimming over the unimportant people as he lounged in a chair with his feet up on a table. He stopped, tapping a finger against the photo of a woman. Devona BelRose. Services were today. 

"Ah there you are." He grinned suddenly unfolding his tall frame out of the chair.  He knew who she was. He knew the significance of her passing.  He was itching to know how many would be gathered. Who would be in attendance?

He tossed the paper down on the table and excitedly jogged down the stairs to the first floor of his nightclub. 

"Daya! Pour me a....drink."

He paused in his sentence, and made it halfway down the stairs before he noticed a young woman sitting at the bar across from where Daya stood as the bartender. Well, hello...

His grin widened as he strolled the rest of the way, sliding his hand across the bar until he stood next to her.

"What is that saying? It's 5 o'clock somewhere?" His eyes took a tour down to her feet and back up to her face. 

"And I think it is going to be a lovely day."

Ellie
So it begins lol

"You're not from here."

He snorted a laugh like she just told the funniest joke.  He glanced at Daya with a wry smile then returned his attention to the young lady.  Just in time to witness her down her drink in one go.

"No, no I'm.......what on earth are you drinking?!" 

He wrinkled his nose at her glass.  His changeable moods were enough to give anyone whiplash.

"Absolutely not. This is an occasion for top shelf! Only the best." 

He plucked the bottle Daya had poured his drink from and poured a generous portion into her glass.  The bottle looked expensive. The amber colored liquid sloshed around in the bottle as he put it down on the bar. 

"Don't worry it's on me."  he grinned.

He watched her with the intensity of a cat staring at it's prey.  From the looks of her she was not from this shit town.  The locals were easy enough to spot. She looked like a city girl. They knew how to party. He could smell it on her.  All those telltale signs of a wild night out. He knew it well.  Only...

There was something else. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.  The skin between his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed.  What is that? His head tilted to one side as he stared at her. It was intriguing and annoying. 

"Let me guess, new to town are we? So what's your name and story darling?"

addressed: Odette  mentioned: daya
tags: Ellie

Cassius watched the young girl grow more and more nervous. It only aroused him more. Why did he find her.....adorable? He was intent waiting for her to find her voice when Daya interrupted his musings.

"Cas, look... it's her."

He glanced over with an annoyed look, but his attention was grabbed by the television. News anchors were reporting on a certain well known singer that was entering Baskerville for a funeral.  Footage of black cars arriving at a cemetery, where people were dressed in black gathered, flashed across the screen.  His eyes narrowed.

"What the bloody hell is this?!" 

He raised a hand and gestured toward the tv. His voice raised an octave and his face looked thunderous.  The man that a moment ago was all charm and smiles was suddenly gone, in his place was someone else entirely.  

"Why don't they put a fucking neon sign that says come on down to Baskerville!?"

He hated when there were variables thrown into the equation that weren't of his own doing.  He visually pulled himself back together. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms for a moment then he opened them and looked at Daya.

"We're nothing if not adaptable right? At the very least it will bring us more business." he smiled again and turned only to notice an empty bar stool beside him.  He turned quickly and even walked a few steps to look around his club. The girl was gone.

"Damn it! I thought I had her."

He turned and came back to the bar with a disgruntled look on his face. It wasn't the first time he was distracted and oblivious to all else. Humans would call it ADD. His expression was akin to an angry child who had lost a toy.  He downed the rest of his drink and put the glass back on the bar with a thud.

"I want to know which one of those unfortunate creatures is the new High Priestess."

addressed: Daya  mentioned: odette, Madeline
tags: Ellie Piper

"Looks to me like the High Priestess is young no matter which one she is. Could mean disaster for this once quiet town."


One corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. 

"Well, yes that would be brilliant. Stop trying to cheer me up Daya, I am inconsolable." 

He downed his drink like one without a care in the world.  The words that came out of his mouth did not in fact line up with what he actually felt.  As it was, he watched the screen and his annoyance turned to interest when the cameras panned across the cemetery.   They were clearly trying to film the singers but were held back from disturbing the services.  

But they provided Cassius with a glimpse of the attendees. His smile grew into something more sinister.  The fools.  They didn't know how stupid they were.  Groups of people talking, many were young, very young.  Children. They all seemed like children to Cassius. So uncertain. He loved it.

"Tell me again why I shouldn't take a walk over there?"

Daya had advised against it.  He doubted with all the chaos that anyone would even notice him if he took a stroll on by.  He felt the impulse. It was so boring just staying here.  The club was pretty empty this early and nothing drove Cassius more crazy than being told to wait for something to happen. 

He could sense that everything was not all copasetic.  Things were coming to a head  and he wanted to go stir the pot so badly.

addressed: Daya  mentioned: 
tags: Ellie

In the past, everywhere Cassius went, destruction followed in his wake.  It never mattered much before because he was always on the move and well...he just didn't care. This day and age though...things were different in this modern era.

Things were different now that he had settled in Baskerville. At least that's what he had been told by Daya and others.  He can't go killing everyone in town and doing whatever he pleased, unfortunately, he realized that they did have a point. 

Since he didn't trust himself not to lose control, he trusted Daya to do it for him.  He also had people to cover up his 'mistakes' and keep suspicion away from him and his club. 

"Cuz that would be mighty foolish and you ain't foolish."

He eyed Daya and finished what was left of his drink.

"No, no I'm not. I haven't lived this long and broke through the gates of hell by being foolish."

His statement would sound like a joke to any stranger who overheard but little did they know he spoke the truth.

"I shall take your advice my dear, and relax back in my penthouse. Let me know if something exciting happens. Actually.."

He started up the stairs but then paused and came back to the bar. He snatched the rest of the bottle of booze and raised an eyebrow at Daya daring her to say anything. Then he headed to his penthouse with the bottle in hand.

addressed: daya  mentioned: adam indirectly
tags: Ellie Alec
Cassius makes me laugh XD