Come and Get Me [Enforcer(s)]

[Milo Dakota Lark]

Milo expected to be exhausted after running non-stop for the past week, but between the massive amounts of blood he'd drunk and the adrenaline that was still rushing through his system, he felt like he could run a freaking marathon. It made staying calm through the airport pretty difficult, but somehow he managed. While he waited for his plane to board, he walked up and down the terminal restlessly.

A security officer gave him a questioning look, and he simply shrugged and mumbled "Nervous flier." No use getting caught while he was still in the states. He didn't know how the magical world worked here. He wanted the relative familiarity of Northvale's judicial system. At least he'd people he knew there dealing with his case. Because there was no doubt in his mind that, by now, the Council knew exactly who had killed those people. Who else would have gone after his parents?

He managed to calm himself down on the plane ride, talking the man next to him into buying a rum and coke for him. Milo paid, of course, but no way was the flight attendant going to sell alcohol to his baby face. Milo even got an hour of sleep in toward the middle of the flight, but by the time they touched down, he was all anticipation again. It might take them a day or two to track him down, but he was pretty sure they were just on the other side of that gate.

Milo lingered, letting other passengers past him before finally getting his bag down and shuffling to the front of the plane. He took a deep breath, and stepped through, a wide smile on his face. He looked up and shrugged. "Well, here I am."

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Person of authority!
Notes: whoever wants to come arrest him at the gate XD
Lyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols
Credit: Chloe!

[christos "pooch" rhodes]

Of course the enforcers had heard about the whole thing that was happening in New York. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize what was happening there. It was obviously a vampire. They got some insight from a faery working for the police there and it wasn't too hard to figure out who it was. The kid was kind of dumb. They were all people from his past. (Which we found out after some digging). Needless to say, I was on my way to the airport to pick up the little fucker. I almost told my trainee person to come with me but... I didn't like him yet.

He had killed a lot of people and hadn't even been discrete about it. He was using his vampire self to kill mortals and I was sent to pick him up. Me. Out of all the other fucking enforcers. I was picked. I'm still not sure why. I'm not a vampire! That should count for something. I told the rest of them that they should come... but I'm still not sure if they are or not. Looks like I'll have to do this on my own.

I found the plane he was on easily and waited for him to get off of it. When he did... it was almost like he was waiting for me. My eyes narrowed at him. "Come on, kid. Be good about it and I won't take you down in front of everyone." That was something nice, right? I thought so. I was offering not to have him get embarrassed because I was arresting him.

[Milo Dakota Lark]

So this is who they'd sent for him: one very large, very alpha-male hunk of muscle and superiority. Milo sighed and stepped forward, hands forward to offer up his wrists. He'd been through this song and dance enough times. "I've got nothing to be ashamed of," he told the man, voice level and gaze unwavering. "I did what anyone else would have done."

He dropped his bag at the enforcer's feet. He knew he wouldn't be allowed to carry out, probably wouldn't see any of the contents again anyway. He was as good as dead. "Come on, I know the drill. Or did you want to manhandle me a little first? I don't mind, but I hear people that do don't have a great survival rate."

And maybe he was pushing his luck, but why shouldn't he? He killed thirteen people. A little sass was hardly going to be the damning factor here.

[christos "pooch" rhodes]

The guy was holding out his arms for me to handcuff him right now... did he care at all about himself? If I was going to get arrested, then I would like someone offering to arrest me somewhere not public so I wouldn't have to walk away with people being able to see me in handcuffs. But if the kid wanted to do it this way, then I supposed I didn't care. I took the handcuffs I had out of my pocket. They were like... ones that were super strong and were supposed to withhold anyone. I couldn't break them... as much as I tried. I still wasn't sure what they were made out of.

"It might be a better idea if you just... didn't talk." I told him. I didn't mind him talking all that much, but it just made for a better arrest if the people didn't talk. If they didn't talk, then they wouldn't try to fight back and it would just be better in the long run.

[Milo Dakota Lark]

Milo watched coolly as the handcuffs snapped onto his wrists. They looked a bit ridiculous, much too large on his bony wrists. He lowered his arms and twisted his wrists until he found the most comfortable position for them. He'd figured that out when he got arrested for the second time at thirteen.

People were definitely staring now, curious about the small young man being chained up by Pooch's gigantic self. He didn't care. Milo wanted people to know, wanted them to see that he was dangerous. That he was not someone you ducked with and lived to tell the tale.

He sneered in bemusement at Pooch's warning. "What, worried I'll ruin my case?" her asked with a laugh. In case you didn't get the picture, I confess. I killed those people and I'd do it again."

[christos "pooch" rhodes]

I wasn't quite sure if this kid was stupid or just literally didn't care he was in huge trouble for what he did. Vampires killed all the time... I would assume. But none of them were so stupid to do it like Milo had... I get that it was people from his past... but jeez. He can't just go around killing people like he wasn't a vampire.

"Yeah well... you shouldn't have risked exposing us. In case you didn't realize... we don't like having humans know we're here at all. We know you're background. We know you knew everyone you killed... I'm sure you did it for a reason, but that wasn't the way to do it." If the kid wasn't going to stop talking, I didn't give a shit. I pushed on his back so we could start walking toward my car. I didn't care about the people around us watching. It wasn't like they were watching me anyways.

[Milo Dakota Lark]

With a huff of annoyance, Milo shuffled along in front of the man toward a car out front. "Tell you what, dude, do is both a favor and don't act like you know a damn thing about me."

Once they were outside, it occurred to Milo that he really didn't know what was supposed to happen to him here. Wasn't this guy supposed to give him the right to remain silent? Or was that just an American thing? He glanced over his shoulder at his captor and,a picture of nonchalance, asked, "So what's the deal, then? You got a stake in the car or do I get a trial and shit?" He wwondered if they did fancy last meals in Northvale.

[christos "pooch" rhodes]

I hated nothing more than idiots like this kid I was transporting... but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of winning or losing. I just simply didn't say anything. I knew a lot more about him than he probably thought.

He wanted to know what was going to happen... and I supposed that I owed him at least that much. I actually owed him nothing... but I hadn't really said much about his rights because well... he didn't exactly have any. But... this I could do. "You'll be kept away until your trial with the council. There... chances are one of two things will happen. You'll lose your fangs. Or you'll be killed. I don't give a shit either way. But I don't do the killing."

[Milo Dakota Lark]

Milo was complacent as the enforcer guided him into the back seat of the car, immediately slouching against the seat, cuffed hands in his lap. His eyes followed the man's every move, trying to get a read on him other that "big muscley fist of the Council". He wasn't having a whole lot of luck.

"Kept away? That means jail, right?" he asked. He doubted the supernatural legal system included juvenile detention, so this would officially be his first time in adult jail. It was sort of an intimidating thought. Plus, all of these Council people were super old school, so he was a little worried there might be thumb screws involved.

"Are you gonna be the one questioning me?" Milo pressed. "Like, taking my statement and shit?" It wouldn't be much of a statement, that was for sure. Did you kill them? Yup. How'd you do it? Bit them. Done and done. He hoped he aft least got too put on the record that everyone he killed was a scumbag that deserves what they got.