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She wouldn’t show signs of fear in those eyes of hers, and it was driving Vito wild; he was always able to get some sort of reaction out of the people he put himself up against. It was a power thing; it made Vito feel more ‘in control’ of things when he could see fear in his enemy’s eyes. Was Jack his enemy? No, to him she was more of a source of entertainment- but the fact that she showed no real signs of fear at the moment still really pissed him off… if it was possible to anger him any further, that was.

“I don’t know!” Vito’s voice cracked, and he had to stop for a moment due to the shock. Had he heard right? Or had it simply been a trick of the ears?- Vito knew there was no such thing as a ‘trick of the ears’, and couldn’t help but growl at himself. That was definitely not a sign of power. His voice was always kept the same; low and smooth… but for the first time Vito could remember, his voice had betrayed him.

Just as his appearance had… and his rage.

“I hate those eyes of yours… I just want to pull them out of your f*ckin’ head,” he spoke threateningly, but he seemed to be putting up some sort of fight with himself. He spun around to face the mirror and smashed his fist into the glass.

How had the evening changed so drastically?

Jack stared back at him, her eyes slightly wide, but still betraying no fear. She was terrified that if she looked frightened, then Vito would take it as weakness and he would never let such an opportunity pass him up. She tried to keep herself from shivering or looking fazed in any sense...

Bad idea.

His voice cracked and her eyes widened slightly. Woah... Vito?! Cool, smooth, suave Vito, sounding like a frightened little boy going through puberty. Had it been any other time, Jack would have fallen over and rofl-ed laughed until her spleen fell out, because let's face it, when would that ever happen again.

But even she was not that brave.

He said that he wanted to rip out her eyes and she finally flinched, taking a step back. Suddenly he turned and her insides froze; he must be about to kill her. Suddenly, his fist hit the mirror, shattering it, and she ducked covering her head with her arms. She straightened up and stared back at him. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She mouthed like a fish, before closing her mouth with a snap.

She sort of felt bad for him, but at the same time, she felt he sort of deserved all of this for the terrible things he had done. She felt that expressing either of those would result in him strangling her, or going through with one of his previous threats.

Her lip trembled slightly and she slapped a hand to her mouth. DAMN IT! Finally, she had broken, but immediately, she corrected it, taking up her stoic expression. She stopped staring at him, and her eyes looked down at her feet. What had she gotten herself into?

“F*ck, that hurt…” Vito muttered to himself as he pulled his fist out of the collapsed mirror. A few shards of glass had lodged themselves into his fist and small beads of crimson red liquid had already begun slipping out from underneath his skin, sliding slowly down his fingers. He was distracted at the moment by the sharp pain coming from his injury, and didn’t turn to look at Jack again, because he knew that that moment of distraction was what he needed in order to calm himself.

The poltergeist grasped the wooden door with the hand he hadn’t ruined, and slammed it shut in order to care for his wound without having to worry about being angered further by Jack. What was wrong with her anyway? Who fallowed a pissed off poltergeist and gawked at them as they went wild?

Vito shook his head violently and turned his attention back to his fist. He took one of the shards in-between his fingers and quickly pulled the glass out of his skin, breathing in sharply when it stung unbearably. He continued to do this with the rest of the glass, and slowly managed to clean out the slices in his hand before he pulled out his wand. Now that he had gotten the shards of glass out of the way he could work on the actual injury with a few simple healing charms that he had figured out how to use after hurting his back in the process of murdering the Moor Family.

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The faucet was running. It could be heard through the door, fallowed by a grunt from Vito, who was no doubt, washing off his bloodied fist. Then game a few footsteps, and the door was opened abruptly.

Jack was unfazed as he slammed the door in her face. She let out a relieved breath, shaking slightly. She put her hand to her brow and felt slight sweat there. Geez. She could not remember when she had been so freaked out by something. Nothing had even been threating enough to freak her out.

Shes tumbled backwards and her back hit the wall. She moved along it to the door, but she did not leave. Despite her fear, and all of her senses telling he to run and never look back, she could not lie and say she was not intrigued. She had touched a nerve somehow, and she was curious why. She was just curious enough to risk it a little why longer.

She slid down and sat on the ground, hearing the faucet run. She ran a hand through her hair shakily, trying to recollect her calm and cool. She cracked her neck; the tension was returning. She bit her lip and suddenly, the door banged open. She looked up, trying to look strong from where she was sitting. "Better?" She tried to keep the question neutral, hoping to not push him over the edge.

He had expected her to have left, and was rather surprised when he opened the door, stepped out of the bathroom, and saw the teenager sitting there on the floor which her back rested against the wall. Vito frowned and ran a hand through his brown hair. He looked like a human again, and his anger had seemed to die down- or, at least, the dangerous half of it. “I need a drink,” he said instantly. He looked somewhat tired, but it did no damage to his appearance- in fact, it enhanced it slightly.

Vito held his fist in his other hand for a moment longer before dropping both of his arms at his sides slowly, and glancing at Jack; he didn’t understand why she had staid, but at the same time, he wasn’t about to attempt to understand the girl, for it would take more effort than he was willing to put into anything at the moment. He walked forward, his step just as pride-filled as ever… even after his little show. It was almost as if when the small droplets of blood fell from his injury, his rage had escaped him as well.

“Leave. I’m not in the mood for company anymore,” Vito ordered before exiting the room. When he made it back down to the first floor, the first thing he did was silence the unintelligent conversations about him that were being whispered from one person to the next; “Do you want me to make me angry as well?” he asked them in a curious tone of voice, as if daring one of them to speak up. “No? Alright then; turn the music as loud as you can get that damn thing to go,” he said with a smirk.

And within moments it was as if everyone had forgotten about Vito and his lost temper. Well, everyone except for Jack and Vito.

The poltergeist rubbed his face and sat down in the booth he had been sitting in before everything had blown up in his face. He hadn’t extended for something like that to happen, and was feeling rather … off because of it. Vito threw back a shot of alcohol when one of the dancer’s offered it to him, and had her sit in his lap, hoping to erase any memory of the evening.

Vito just hoped that Jack didn’t bring it up again.

Jack stared at him while he was there, but he left soon after. For a moment. she stayed where she was, reveling in the safety that the room provided. There was a door and an entire floor separating her from Vito's wrath. For the time being, she enjoyed nothing more than that safety.

Finally, she got to her feet and walked out the door, refusing to look back. She walked down the hall, keeping her eyes forward, and then she jogged down the stairs. She pulled her arms tightly around herself and began heading for the door when something caught her eye. It was Vito, at their booth.

She stopped and turned. For a moment, she wondered if he was waiting for her. He had told her to leave, but why would he return to their booth. She paused, licking her lips as she tried to make a decision. She could not help it; she just had to investigate now. Heart hammering, she veered for the booth and sat in her spot.

She pulled her forgotten drink towards her and took a deep drink, flinching again at the weird taste. She smacked her lips and then said, "I'm going to finish my drink... Y'know a poor muggleborn like myself doesn't get such fine water like this." She smirked slightly. Maybe she could pretend nothing had happened and go from there...

“What the hell…?” Vito wondered aloud and stared at Jack. He sent the dancer away and sat there in silence, simply eyeing Jack as if he had never seen a teenage human before; hadn’t he told her to leave? He rested his chin on his knuckles; she really was a stubborn one, wasn’t she? Sure, it caused problems most of the time, but it also gave Vito something to do, at the very least.

“You want this now?” he asked, speaking of the alcohol he was holding in his hand. Drinks helped in situations like the one the two of them were in at the time- though he expected her to do what she always did and turn down the offer.

Her joke about the water made Vito question everything; had all that really just happened? Or had he had a bit too much to drink… Vito looked into his shot glass- no, he never got himself drunk; he knew his limits and proffered not to wake up on the floor smelling of vomit. Then she was messing with his head, wasn’t she? Or perhaps, Jack was simply ignoring the situation in order to forget everything. Vito didn’t know the answer, but he had a good feeling it was the latter, and so, he didn’t ask her to get up and leave. Instead he sighed and rubbed his face, “We should do this again some time.”

Jack considered what he had to say and then sent him a charming grin. "Sure, on both accounts." She could see confusion billowing on his face, and she preferred to keep it that way. How the tables had turned. Earlier, she had been wondering what he had been plotting by sliding in compliments. Now he was sure to be confused.

Why was she accepting the alcohol? To lower his guard. Why was she agreeing to hang out with him again? Because he would not expect it. She was not not sure what aims she would achieve by this, but she felt an itch to discover what was the root of the earlier troubles.

She was a little worried that he might see through this, but he had also been working hard to get her to loosen up earlier, so she hoped he would be too focused on trying to re-achieve that goal that he would not notice and just go with it. She crossed her fingers under the booth and smirked.

A genuine laugh escaped Vito’s full lips upon hearing that she had actually accepted the alcohol, and to join him another evening as she did then. He was shocked to say the least, and he was sure that Jack could see his confusion in his expression. He slid the glass over to her and smirked- of course he expected she was plotting against him, but the fact that she was actually going to let loose for once was worth it in Vito’s eyes.

He squinted his eyes flirtatiously once more out of habit and listened to the music that was so loud Vito was sure someone was going to call the police on him- though he would be able to handle a situation such as that with ease.

Vito extended his legs out in front of him underneath the booth and rested lazily against the back of the booth, lighting a cigar that he had pulled out of his pocket- one of the many which he had stolen. He brought the thing to his mouth and inhaled the nicotine. He really did smoke a lot, didn’t he? Vito grinned, and watched the smoke dance in the air a few inches in front of his face. The scent of the smoke tickled his nose in a pleasant way, and was most likely clinging to his clothing and his hair; it obviously wasn’t a smell he disliked, and he didn’t mind at all if he ended up smelling of cigars once the evening was over.

The thought of time crossed Vito’s mind; he wondered how long he and Jack had been at Satin’s. He didn’t plan on returning her to her own place, of course; he would have her walk home for all he cared. The fact that she had accepted the alcohol would make for an even more amusing walk home, too, even if Vito wouldn’t be witnessing it himself.

Jack slyly received the glass of alcohol and brought it to her lips, pursing them as she did so, letting in a little alcohol but not much. She was not going to be completely wicked, and it was hard to fake the expression when you first take that bitter first taste. She set down the glance, eyes wide and watering slightly, but smacked her lips all the same.

She let out a bored sigh, glancing around the room loftily, though her brain was going a mile a minute. She could not push the act too far or Vito would see through it quicker than she could 'help.' But she was becoming almost desperate to get to the bottom of why he had gotten so touchy on the subject of his creator.

She knew she had to challenge him without pissing him off anymore than he needed to be, because frankly, she liked to be alive. She was realizing it was getting sort of late, so she needed to set her plan in motion. She really did not want to have to finish this another time, but she would do what she had to do. She was dedicated and determined to find out what was going on with the moody poltergeist.

She sighed a little more heavily this time and wrinkled her nose, looking around. "There isn't much to do in this place, huh? Except drink, dance, and go upstairs." She rolled her eyes as though she doubted she could have a good time there. She was going to let Vito try to convince her otherwise and maybe think he had won, before moving on. She pretended to sip more from the glass.