Vampire RP ( MxM )

[Pierrot]

Plot:

Muse A is out on the town partying. While stumbling home blackout drunk they get attacked by Muse B.

Muse B is a vampire and tends to prowl the city, feeding from drunks since they usually forget about the attack in the morning. It generally goes pretty smoothly.

Muse A struggles and somehow managed to make blood on blood contact with Muse B. Muse B doesn't notice, Muse A has no clue what's going on.

Cut to a week later Muse A is now an unbeknownst fledgling vampire; Being sloppy and messing up at every turn. Muse B catches wind of what's happening and confronts them.

Lots of lessons on not being an overall failure of a vampire and a lot of butting heads.

[Blythe]

His name was Daniel Vey, and he was a vampire. Tall, dark, handsome, and just a bit scruffy, he had been part of the undead for a very long time. He didn't even like to think of how long. His usual modus operandi was to feed from drunks-their blood certainly gave him a bit of a buzz, but it was an easy way to avoid discovery.

He was spying about for new prey in the rainy city one night, the moon peeking out behind black waterlogged clouds, and he saw him. A drunk. Daniel's thirst was intense--dressed in his fine dark slacks, his white shirt, and a slim black overcoat, it almost gave him the look of a businessman...or it would have if he were clean-shaven, which he was not.

His attacks were simple--swoop in, offer to help the drunk home, attack when close, then leave. And this guy seemed about right. He jogged towards him, the rain glittering in sleek inky pools on the sidewalk, and Daniel slipped his arm under the other man's saying, "You okay? You don't look so good. Let me get you home."

By home, I mean 'let's get your blood in these cold veins', he thought to himself scathingly.

[Blythe]

Daniel's eyes, showing a hint of that frightening undead nature--small pinpricks of red visisble, met Lonnie's eyes for a split second. "Just a Good Samaritan noticing someone walking alone drunk at night. It's dangerous alone in the dark, you know." There was a small crack of thunder in the distance; lightning lit up the sky as the rain hurtled down.

Of course, Daniel was the sort of dangerous thing in the dark a person could run into on their way home, but Lonnie had no way of knowing that. Daniel was trying to decrease anything this man might remember of him later; it wasn't as though he handed out his name.

His grip tightened. "What direction you headed, stranger?"

As soon as he had him off the street proper, he would attack and feed--a nearby alley would do if he could pull him into it. He knew some streets had cameras and was mindful--some of them could catch Daniel's appearance on them and some, like mirrors, seemed to render him invisible...but he could never be sure when that happened. Better safe than sorry.

[Blythe]

There was a smirk on Daniel's face--he couldn't help it. "You can take care of yourself...but you still mention around where you live? Well, far be it from me to reject your mixed signals; I'll walk you as far as that district then."

That would work out, he knew. His hair fluttered in the stormy breeze, the rain making him a little chillier than he might have otherwise preferred to feel. As they walked, he kept an arm around him, mostly to ensure that Lonnie wouldn't just up and run away. Not that he couldn't catch him...

Ah! As they walked, he spied an alley, a nearby lamppost illuminating the grim entrypoint in a faded amber glow, which was refracting in the watery rain. The Hunger loomed in Daniel--blood! he needed blood!--and with a violent shove, he pushed Lonnie towards the alley so that he could safely bite him in private. He wasn't sure how strong the human was or if his shove would get him as far as he needed--sometimes drunken humans were a bit more volatile and dangerous than he expected.

But the Hunger couldn't wait, and so he shoved. No vampire could be cordial for very long when the Hunger screamed in them.

[Blythe]

Daniel didn't hesitate. Once he had Lonnie in the alley, the Hunger didn't allow for any other actions beyond seeking that sweet crimson rush of blood. He threw a punch, hoping to knock Lonnie against the alley wall. If that hit, he would move in as close as he could and try to get direct access to his neck.

As vampires went, Daniel had quite a few supernatural powers. He was not, however, currently using them. He did not need to yet; part of the reason for hunting drunks wasn't just safety...it let him use less overtly supernatural abilities, and that was safer.

Thunder cracked again in the sky, almost in perfect tempo to the start of their fight, rumbling the darkness in a tsunami of sound and fury.

[Blythe]

What Mr. Vey failed to notice was that hitting Lonnie in the face had cut his own hand on those teeth--he was too single-minded at the moment. Daniel cornered him, pushed him after the punch, and then went for the throat. His fangs were bared, slim ivory needles that were meant for one purpose--drinking the hot heartsblood of prey. The weather left his normally reasonable clothes a bit of a mess, but at that point he didn't care. In the darkened alley, which smelled faintly of concrete, street refuse, and a hint of the muggy smoke of the city, he pressed against Lonnie. His fangs found Lonnie's tender neck.

The blood tasted...beautiful. It was everything. For a moment, Daniel felt the Hunger fade. The noise of the storm faded in his mind, his surroundings went dark, if only because he was so focused on the feeding.

And went he drank enough, he pulled away, looking at Lonnie for a moment to ascertain if he had accidentally killed him or not. Feeding was difficult--he tried not to hurt them too badly, as that was never his actual intent, but there was no denying what he was. He glared and said, "You alive?"

Because once he was sure Lonnie was alive, he was getting out of there to avoid getting caught.

[Blythe]

The nails digging into his arms had hurt, but as injuries go...Daniel had had worse. But he had to leave--he wasn't inclined to get caught. He smiled and said, his voice ominous, "All done. Get home safe."

And with a surprising turn of speed from the unholy blood in his veins, fled into the stormy night, no lightning lighting his way, no moon to guide him. Just darkness and the grim glow of streetlamps showcasing his retreating silhouette in the rain.

A week passed since that particular incident.

Daniel thought nothing of it...but had he been wiser, had he been more careful, he would have. He had taken a lot of the man's blood. His own blood had been exposed to the human. And every vampire knew what that meant...

[Blythe]

Daniel's week had gone about normally. Though he had noticed a sharp uptick in the news about deaths in the city. Complete exsanguinations. That bespoke some fool having created a new fledgling and not having them under control. Ha! But Mr. Vey knew that such creatures were dangerous; they did need training. He wondered how that person would train the other vampire--

Until late one night he ran across one of the bodies himself.

That was....clumsy. This was starting to affect his own feeding and hunting; people weren't going to go out and party if they were worried they'd get bled dry!

So he started looking for the new vampire, following clues and evidence in the media about where the person could possibly be. Most new vampires tended to hunt near their own home or somewhere familiar or comforting...

After a few more nights, he found him. And was in for a shock.

Wide-eyed, he blurted, "You." It was hard to say if it was surprise in his tone or something accusatory.