the room's on fire but this is fine

[mobprincess]

Who; Holly and your character!
What; There is a vampire, LOOSE in the hospital city
Where; Around the harbour district
When; Early evening of the 19th
Warnings; Blood, probable death of an NPC by way of being turned into an unwilling juice box



In a particularly poorly lit alleyway somewhere on the outskirts of the harbour district, Holly's latched on the neck of a guy she managed to lure off the street, and who is now just about passed out in her grip. She intended to leave him alone after she'd taken a little! Only, that's not...really going to plan. He's fading very rapidly and she knows she should stop - but her hunger and her lack of much remorse for the dude in question are making the whole 'stopping before she's full' thing kinda...not a priority.

The thing is, back home? She wouldn't need to do this. She'd be able to get blood whenever she needed it, no problems. But here? It's been tricky, to put it lightly - and the hunger's only been getting worse. Something not helped by her not sleeping well.

And now there's a fucking demon bear roaming around at night, so she can't even go out when it's dark to try and get food. Maybe even not in the evenings anymore either once people really start getting twitchy, start going home earlier.

Fucks sake. What the fuck's with this place?

It's fine. This is fine. She just needs to finish up here, and then maybe Caelan will be in his apartment by the time she gets back. No need to freak out about Winne the Pooh on steroids.

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[prodigalvampire]

He hates himself for needing it, but this place necessitates feeding in ways that make him want to puke. The harbour district didn't disappoint, either. It was the same as any fantasy novel or game he'd ever experienced: the brothels were here, and the prostitutes, and all the other people who preyed on sex. He was almost surprised to learn the was the only incubus in town. Of course, he'd lucked out tonight. Pickpocketing was all well and good, but he'd found a mugger, female, trailed her after she'd done away with her latest victim with a quick slice across his throat. He'd seen the guy around the markets, and he wasn't a bad dude. He'd come down to the docks for a good time and hadn't gone home again.

Now, neither would his murderer. Coldly, he'd left the woman's body to the oversized rats in the area and was making his way back to civilization when he quite literally stumbled upon another vampire feeding. Thomas' Hunger didn't afford him an elevated hearing or a sense of smell as it's proverbial teeth were more attuned to sensuality so he hadn't heard or seen anything. The Hunger sprang forward, his eyes flickering lighter to a pale, off-white glow in preparation for whatever might transpire. White Court vampires weren't as fast or as strong and their Red or Black counterparts and their best tactic when coming into conflict with the other Courts was to simply run, but...she was a child?

He blinked, his preternatural senses still on edge, the pale light in his eyes glinting slightly on the pale skin of his face. There was an aura about him as well, a chill that invited others to come closer, to gather for warmth, to touch and be touched, but the Hunger wasn't interested in Holly by way of a meal, and she would remain unaffected even if she did sense it.

"No one likes a messy eater." His voice was honied silk, a by-product of the Hunger's presence at the forefront of his thoughts and of its recent meal. It was strong, now, and ready for a fight. He wasn't planning on giving it one.

[mobprincess]

Holly, on the other hand, did hear someone approaching; she was just more inclined to hope they carried on walking. After all, she wasn't out in the open; maybe they wouldn't even see her.

A dude's voice sends that hope straight to Hell, and forces her to lift her face and turn to him, any nervousness at being caught dwarfed almost entirely by her impatience at being interuppted.

"And no one likes a nosy asshole, either." Still, she does wipe her mouth on the back of her hand, not getting to her feet yet but certainly tensed like she's ready to. "So, what? Y'gonna pull up a chair, or keep walkin'?"

[prodigalvampire]

"What are you planning on doing with him when he's gone?" Some of the honey left his voice as his eyes darkened a few shades, losing some of their glow and the chill abated around him as she shoved the Hunger back into the cage he'd built for it in his thoughts. The man was fading fast, and Thomas wouldn't be surprised if his heart stopped in the next few seconds.

"It's important."

[mobprincess]

Okay, so he's gonna pull up a figurative chair. Sensational.

"I dunno, I figured I'd just leave him in the street and hope for the best," she said, the sarcasm coming easily. "This ain't my first rodeo, I've been here a while, dude."

As she straightened up, resigned to the fact that she wouldn't be finishing this meal in peace, she dusted off her dungarees and jabbed a thumb over her shoulder in some vague direction. "There's a sewer openin' a little ways that way, s'where I usually throw 'em. I figure there's at least one somethin' livin' down there who ain't complainin' about the freebies."

[prodigalvampire]

"And nobody's started crowing about vampires? That's all we need." He offered a bit of information about himself, to let her know they were on the same side. "Looks like he's done. Want a hand? I'm Thomas, by the way."