I know. [ He could cut anything with any part of himself, really, and if she thought his jawline was sharp, his toothy grin is even more so. ] You're in the right place, darlin'. All the good company in the world'll be here eventually.
[ Because anyone who went to Boulder is, as far as he's concerned, dull as dirt, and he's going to wipe them off the face of the Earth anyway. If people want to stay in their hometown or in little roving bands or decide they'd rather have a beach view - sure, whatever. They can miss the party if they want. But joining that old woman's peace-love-and-understanding commune was unforgivable. ]
Plenty to drink around here, too, in moderation. [ It's not that Flagg disapproves of random murder. If they'd met before now he would've gotten a kick out of it, really. But the population's too small now and if the people thought there was an unchecked killer running around it'd make him look weak. There are always traitors and rule-breakers with plenty of blood to spill, though, and he'll find a way to get 'donations' when those are in short supply. ]
You a fan of wine? [ He strolls over to the bar area and grabs an empty glass, facing away from the Countess. ] I've got a rare vintage here. Red. Over a thousand years old, they say, but that might just be a marketing scheme. [ The stench of blood fills the room - and whatever scent it may take to her, it's strong. If someone were bleeding out on the floor right now, a few drops of Flagg's blood would overpower it completely.
He turns around and the glass is nearly full of blood, a little darker than a regular person's. Wherever it came from, he doesn't have any visible cuts. ] Fancy a taste?
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[ Because anyone who went to Boulder is, as far as he's concerned, dull as dirt, and he's going to wipe them off the face of the Earth anyway. If people want to stay in their hometown or in little roving bands or decide they'd rather have a beach view - sure, whatever. They can miss the party if they want. But joining that old woman's peace-love-and-understanding commune was unforgivable. ]
Plenty to drink around here, too, in moderation. [ It's not that Flagg disapproves of random murder. If they'd met before now he would've gotten a kick out of it, really. But the population's too small now and if the people thought there was an unchecked killer running around it'd make him look weak. There are always traitors and rule-breakers with plenty of blood to spill, though, and he'll find a way to get 'donations' when those are in short supply. ]
You a fan of wine? [ He strolls over to the bar area and grabs an empty glass, facing away from the Countess. ] I've got a rare vintage here. Red. Over a thousand years old, they say, but that might just be a marketing scheme. [ The stench of blood fills the room - and whatever scent it may take to her, it's strong. If someone were bleeding out on the floor right now, a few drops of Flagg's blood would overpower it completely.
He turns around and the glass is nearly full of blood, a little darker than a regular person's. Wherever it came from, he doesn't have any visible cuts. ] Fancy a taste?