{ 01 } how cheerfully he seems to grin how neatly spreads his claws

[socoolbrewster]

  Heyyy, what's shakin', bacon?

...See, it's funny because you're food. Just a bunch of walking milkshakes. 

[He snickers, a slightly unhinged little laugh, and it's clear that aside from the deathly pale skin and too-dark glint of his eyes there is something seriously Not Right about him. You may have seen him in the hallways earlier, he was skulking around for a few hours before deciding to post something.] 

But anyway.  I'm getting a very...Jason X vibe here.  Maybe Alien: Resurrection.  It's interesting.  Kinda cool.  Dark.  I like it.

[Evil leans back in the chair, as relaxed as a tiger stalking its prey from afar, and smirks. Behind him you can see a room that looks almost stereotypically "nerdy teenage boy"; movie posters from just about every horror movie known to man paper the walls, interspersed with ones for various video games and the occasional map or hand-drawn attempt. The only thing that doesn't quite seem to fit is the large wooden crate stuck in the middle of the room.]

Chuckles, you out there? Because if this is some kind of fucked up newbie hunter joke I am so gonna kill you. And it's gonna be messy as fuck.

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[private]

[socoolbrewster]

[It is; he gets it. He nods.]

...I can stop, I'm not a fucking ghoul or anything.

[Not like some of his nestmates.]

[private]

[surrenders]

Don't want to know what he'd do to you if you didn't.

...what's your name, anyway?

[private]

[socoolbrewster]

I'm Ed. [He dares you to say something about it, Lua. DARES.YOU.]

Which one's yours?

[private]

[surrenders]

[ There's nothing to say. His name's Ed. ]

Don't know if you guys have the same stories we do, but how much you know about Count Dracula?

[private]

[socoolbrewster]

[For some reason people think vampires are supposed to have weird names; they were people too, they really don't.]

Which version? [A snicker; asking that's like asking what you know about werewolves or faeries, it really depends on the source you're going with.]

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[surrenders]

[ She looks a bit perturbed for a second, wondering if he's going where Richie went with the question. He probably is. ]

Not the one who turns into a werewolf, but there are a lot of them. Think the name says enough.

[private]

[socoolbrewster]

So...Stoker. Hairy palms, ultimate creeper, gaggle of brides to menace his realtor when he's not watching. Got it.

Re: [private]

[surrenders]

[ Even if that doesn't sound quite right it's the palms okay Ed, that's not the conversation they need to be having right now. ]

...won't say anything to him if you don't use it to make trouble.

[ She won't say anything regardless. ]

[private]

[socoolbrewster]

[He shakes his head vigorously, and now he just sounds pleading and pathetic. It may be legitimate, it may only be a ploy to get his teeth in her veins, it's hard to say for sure.]

I won't, I swear. I just...I can't drink that shit they want me to. I can't.

[private]

[surrenders]

Everyone goes for it after a while. [ So far as she knows. ] But this'll make it a little easier on you.

You want to come on over?

[private]

[socoolbrewster]

Yeah, sure; if it's alright with you. Where's your room?

[A beat; manners, Ed.]

And I never got your name.

Re: [private]

[surrenders]

Level four, end of the hall. I'm there right now.

And it's Lua.

[private] >> spam

[socoolbrewster]

See you in a few then, Lua. [Another beat, and he SOUNDS sincere, at least.] ...Thanks for this.

[And about ten or so minutes later there's a knock on the door.]

spam forever

[surrenders]

[ And she opens her door the thinnest of cracks before letting him in; she doesn't really get visitors but it's worth checking anyway. She's changed her blouse in the meantime, not really knowing how his kind does things, but it's not likely he'll notice. ]

...hi. You all right?

[ It's not like this is anything new. It's just blood, and it's probably not going to be a turn-on from some boy who barely knows what he's doing. ]

spam forever

[socoolbrewster]

[He notices, in a kind of peripheral "you look a little different" kind of way, but he doesn't comment either way, just stands in the doorway awkwardly; he needs an invitation before he can cross the threshold, after all. But he puts on his best "poor me" act, smiling tightly and just generally doing his best to look lost and pathetic; shoulders slumped, smile hesitant, and the fact that he looks like death warmed over on a GOOD day certainly doesn't hurt.]

Yeah, I'm alright, I guess. You?

[surrenders]

[ She beckons him inside as she peeks out into the hallway for anyone watching. Is she going to have to talk him through this? ]

[socoolbrewster]

[Nope! Ed's got the rest more than under control; he stalks inside and shuts the door behind him, fangs already out. He glances around the room once, briefly, somewhere between a predator cataloging what's important and a kid getting himself acquainted with a new place. Finally he returns his attention to her.]

You might want to sit down for this. Just in case.

[surrenders]

[ She sits and slows down her breathing. ]

Tell you when to stop, right?

[socoolbrewster]

Right. I'm counting on you for that, I don't want to piss your...whatever off.

[He crosses over to where she's sitting and settles down next to her, reaching over to brush her hair away from the skin before wrapping one arm around her waist loosely to keep her steady and plunging his fangs into her neck without warning. The mild paralysis from his saliva kicks in not long after, killing any pain associated with the process for the duration; it might not be pleasurable, exactly, but it's not overly uncomfortable in and of itself either.]

[surrenders]

[ When he bites her, she whimpers, more startled than she should be, but recovers quickly as the paralysis takes over. All of her senses are on alert for any sign that this might be too much for her, but Ed isn't there yet, though it probably won't take him long. ]

[socoolbrewster]

[Ed licks and sucks and gulps greedily as the blood flows, shifting and tightening his grip to keep her close as the flow changes, periodically tearing at the holes in an attempt to keep it flowing freely. He hums and rumbles now and again as he feeds, maybe an attempt to reassure, maybe just a show of his enjoyment of the process, but more than likely it's some combination of the two.]

[surrenders]

[ No matter how weak she's getting, and how much she wants to let go, Lua's a little too stiff as Ed holds onto her. She can't let herself think about it, just keep track of how much more she can take, and eyes stay wide open and and her head turned away from his face.

She winces and jerks further away when he tears at her for more. She doesn't know how she's supposed to respond to him, and since he's so absorbed in feeding, it doesn't matter, does it? If it's coming that slowly, that means she should stop, right?

Right as she starts to slouch forward, she presses her hand down on his arm to tell him no, that's enough. ]

[socoolbrewster]

[He registers her movements, no matter how slight, in fact only tightens his grip on her when she tries to pull away, growling quietly; it should have been his sign to begin with, he'll reflect later, but in the moment it's only resistance, prey fighting back, and the instinct is to quash, subdue.

The slight change in pressure and posture, stiff to almost boneless with the added urging contact, proves to be enough, however, even if it takes him another few seconds to register it properly. Ed whines in protest, but he pulls back with minimal actual fuss, just laves the surface with a catlike tongue until he's satisfied that he's removed every speck of blood; a useful side effect will kick-start the healing process and cut down on overall heal time.]

See? Told you; not a ghoul.

[...A sentiment which might have been more encouraging if he weren't currently licking his lips to get the rest of her blood.]

[surrenders]

[ If Ed lets go of her, it'll take as much strength as she has not to hit the floor. Her body hasn't caught up with her brain until now, didn't know what happened, and it's only when she looks at his face and sees him finishing off the last bit she starts to shake. ]

Yeah. You got it?

[socoolbrewster]

[Fortunately for her, he doesn't let go, not yet anyway; he can feel how weak she is, and it's not really in his best interest to just let her drop. His fangs are gone now, and aside from his pallor he could easily pass for just another teenager.]

Mmm. Feeling a lot better now, thanks.