Lauderhill primal hunger
07-26-2025, 08:33 AM
new moon ha ha, looks but not that chill
Lenn missed hunting in a duo especially around the new moon. Sure, it required double the meals, but having six suggestions instead of three was better.
He had been careful, had made sure to hunt every night, but the hunger was still so strong, so unavoidable.
The plan had been to get to Muse, grab someone, anyone. He might not get there.
Steps ahead, he followed, tried for a friendly smile.
"Hi, good evening, I'm afraid I'm lost." He said.
Too focused on keeping the mask up to even wonder if this person could be a meal.
no need to be food to join but fair warning it might get b a d either way 0:)
07-26-2025, 07:09 PM
Abner was out hunting too.
The Bank's gave him what blood he needed but not what he wanted. Psychic blood to make the voices fade, to color the night and wrap him tight in warmth and the comfort of distance.
Abner wanted to get high.
He'd already eaten, left a woman sat holding pressure over her neck and locked in a nightmare. She was just a human though, so with a fresh stain of red to his lips he continued on, hands in his pockets, scanning the streets for dessert.
What he found wasn't a meal, but it did interest him.
Abner turned with a bloody smile, reaching out to clap Mike on the shoulder like they were old friends, "Mike, bud, it's been ages." He knew he was toying with a hungry animal, but he wasn't afraid of getting bit.
07-27-2025, 07:58 AM
What a good sport, going along with Abner's teasing. He could sense the hunger and knew it must be hard to act cordial on a night like this. And yet he played the game, color Abner impressed!
"Martin, remember, from that abandoned shack in the woods," like that was a totally normal place to bro it up. They sought eye contact as they smiled, though knew not their own intention. Perhaps just to have it.
"Martin, remember, from that abandoned shack in the woods," like that was a totally normal place to bro it up. They sought eye contact as they smiled, though knew not their own intention. Perhaps just to have it.
07-28-2025, 11:19 AM
Pecan pie, Abner could go for the same thing.
"Let's get you one," another clap to the shoulder, keeping the man alert and teetering an edge. Abner would fix his problems for him, Abner would cure his hunger. Trust him.
With a gentle tug to his shirt sleeve, they'd lead Mike towards more populated areas. In search of something sweet.
"Let's get you one," another clap to the shoulder, keeping the man alert and teetering an edge. Abner would fix his problems for him, Abner would cure his hunger. Trust him.
With a gentle tug to his shirt sleeve, they'd lead Mike towards more populated areas. In search of something sweet.
07-28-2025, 11:47 AM
Ah, it was so nice having good ol’ Parker around to take over the bar on nights like this, when the call of alcohol was too strong and the burden of business too heavy. Nice to just leave it all to him and know that the bar would be completely safe in the other’s hands.
Nice to summon the most expensive brandy from his favorite liquor store even if it meant that he was leaving a sock behind in payment. Staggered along the sidewalk as he chugged down the bottle, already couldn’t feel the discomfort of his sockless foot, only the happy buzz that the brandy offered him.
Had managed to get through half the large bottle before he found two men blocking his path, noted the sleeve tugging with a heavy nod of his head. Snorted under his breath as waved a hand back behind him, ”motel’s tha’ way.”
He knew what club was just around the corner.
07-28-2025, 12:10 PM
Of course he didn't do it you oaf, Abner couldn't conjure psychics out of thin air and if he could he would've chosen a less stinky one than this.
His hands balled into a fist at Mike's sleeve, leaning back over to whisper in his ear with a smile. It was good to keep up the "get a room charade". "Easy meal."
Then out to the festering garbage crack that'd just passed them by, clinging to Mike's arm like he was just as drunk as his prey, "Wanna join?"
His hands balled into a fist at Mike's sleeve, leaning back over to whisper in his ear with a smile. It was good to keep up the "get a room charade". "Easy meal."
Then out to the festering garbage crack that'd just passed them by, clinging to Mike's arm like he was just as drunk as his prey, "Wanna join?"
07-28-2025, 12:26 PM
Tw: Homophobia, also goes without saying they do not reflect my own thoughts.
Never in his life had a more disgusting proposition ever been made to him, Caleb’s lip curling in disgust as he took a staggering step backwards. Didn’t care what the gays did in their own homes, with their own bodies, but forcing it on him was just too far.
”Fuck no,” he sputtered bringing the bottle back to his lips to wash down his disgust. ”Gedda goddamn room an’ leave us normal people outta it.”
07-28-2025, 12:35 PM
Join them doing what? Was that the same thing Ronpie had said, about asking?
Clearly not because the rotten cake looked very not on board?
But normal people hit him like a pair of bricks and he lifted his right hand as eyes blossomed maroon. The bottle would be ripped from the guy's hand and...
...smashed on the sidewalk halfway to him because he could barely focus enough.
"That was on purpose." He lied. "You meanie."
Clearly not because the rotten cake looked very not on board?
But normal people hit him like a pair of bricks and he lifted his right hand as eyes blossomed maroon. The bottle would be ripped from the guy's hand and...
...smashed on the sidewalk halfway to him because he could barely focus enough.
"That was on purpose." He lied. "You meanie."
07-28-2025, 12:49 PM
A long time ago people like this had ruled Abner's life. Drunk men who might get him in trouble or hurt him for dressing how he would, and kissing who he pleased. The danger of being known, his life in the hands of a waste of space like this. Even poor street trash like this was insidious, his words damning for a young and frightened person like they had been.
But since then, they'd killed many just like him. Smarter, more capable men with more influence. They'd tortured men for less than this comment, all because they could. Because no matter how powerful they got, this man had power Abner would never have, and he'd just been been born with it.
So words that once would've bitten deep glanced off of cold skin, damning this idiot instead. How very killable.
Mike surprised him with the power, showing cards that Abner deemed nonthreatening, and fumbling over one of the weakest replies he'd ever heard. Meanie? Who was this guy? A slow roll of his eyes up towards Mike's face, squinting in slight annoyance. He sighed.
The ghost broke from his drunken stupor in the blink of an eye, appearing in front of their prey and pressing a single finger to his forehead. He pushed, "Sleep," and the drunk hit the ground like a ton of bricks.
But since then, they'd killed many just like him. Smarter, more capable men with more influence. They'd tortured men for less than this comment, all because they could. Because no matter how powerful they got, this man had power Abner would never have, and he'd just been been born with it.
So words that once would've bitten deep glanced off of cold skin, damning this idiot instead. How very killable.
Mike surprised him with the power, showing cards that Abner deemed nonthreatening, and fumbling over one of the weakest replies he'd ever heard. Meanie? Who was this guy? A slow roll of his eyes up towards Mike's face, squinting in slight annoyance. He sighed.
The ghost broke from his drunken stupor in the blink of an eye, appearing in front of their prey and pressing a single finger to his forehead. He pushed, "Sleep," and the drunk hit the ground like a ton of bricks.
hit
07-28-2025, 12:58 PM
TW homophobia
If there was one thing worse in life than being propositioned by a couple of gays it was getting his alcohol taken from him, and so to have it done by one of them.
Terrible.
Felt the rage immediately boil in the pit of his stomach as he watched the glass scatter across the pavement, barely registered the pathetic words that were offered his way as his heart thundered angrily within his ears.
”You fucking f-“ Couldn’t even complete his sentence before the other was before him, eyes bugging as a command was made and Caleb only had a second to process the words before his body tumbled beneath him and slumber took hold.
07-28-2025, 01:46 PM
Ugh, oaf.
"He's not dead," Abner pressed his fingertips into Mike's arm to push him away. He turned his head over his shoulder, to face the other vampire, eyes fully a haunting cobweb white. "Just sleeping, and I cant hold him there forever."
So, big man, do your job, "Pick him up, we'll take him somewhere more private." Abner started to walk on, expecting his dog to follow him into the alley.
"He's not dead," Abner pressed his fingertips into Mike's arm to push him away. He turned his head over his shoulder, to face the other vampire, eyes fully a haunting cobweb white. "Just sleeping, and I cant hold him there forever."
So, big man, do your job, "Pick him up, we'll take him somewhere more private." Abner started to walk on, expecting his dog to follow him into the alley.
2 more rounds until Abner has to let go or get side effects >:(
07-28-2025, 02:05 PM
Eyes! White was freakyyyyy.
But he was given instructions, and he was good at following them. He grabbed the psychic's wrist and lifted him from the ground. Could have thrown him over his shoulder, but he both stank and smelled nice?
"I think this one may be spoiled." He commented, following.
Fangs nearly piercing his lower lip. He was still hungry, even if that was a much less appealing dessert than Ronpie had been. Mmm, Ronpie.
But he was given instructions, and he was good at following them. He grabbed the psychic's wrist and lifted him from the ground. Could have thrown him over his shoulder, but he both stank and smelled nice?
"I think this one may be spoiled." He commented, following.
Fangs nearly piercing his lower lip. He was still hungry, even if that was a much less appealing dessert than Ronpie had been. Mmm, Ronpie.
07-28-2025, 02:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-28-2025, 02:10 PM by Abner Sundqvist.)
Spoiled, that did bring a smile to Abner's lips even if Mike didn't see it. Once they were far enough into the alley, hidden from passersby by a dumpster, Abner reached for the sleeping psychic's collar and tore him from Mike's grasp. He was dropped to the wet concrete, a bag of bones, a stinking heap of blood.
"You first, I'll keep him down," and not for much longer. Static nipped at the edges of his vision, the nightmare seeking to break through to his reality. He wouldn't let that happen, not for any snack. So he'd let the weaker vampire drink first, then hold the prey down himself to drain him dry.
Abner hovered tall and lanky over the body, watching with cold disdainful eyes.
"You first, I'll keep him down," and not for much longer. Static nipped at the edges of his vision, the nightmare seeking to break through to his reality. He wouldn't let that happen, not for any snack. So he'd let the weaker vampire drink first, then hold the prey down himself to drain him dry.
Abner hovered tall and lanky over the body, watching with cold disdainful eyes.
Last sleep round, caleb wake up after next abner post
07-28-2025, 02:22 PM
He didn't need much more prompting to grab the wrist again and bite. And it wasn't a nice bite like Ronpie had gotten. This man was a meanie, very impolite, so Lenn could be an impolte meanie too.
This bite wouldn't close immediately after he was done, and he didn't intend to be done immediately.
This bite wouldn't close immediately after he was done, and he didn't intend to be done immediately.
07-28-2025, 03:26 PM
Mike was hungry, he tore into the sad lump of flesh with the grace of a hyena. Abner sneered, watching and enjoying the pained expression on the psychic's face. He'd awaken to the same sensation, and would end in it too.
Abner dropped to a crouch by the man's head and grabbed his other arm. Eugh, sticky, greasy and sweaty. The blonde spat on the man's wrist then wiped it with a sleeve. There, cleaner now.
His magic retreated just as the first of the black dots in his vision grew teeth, not today, no hallucinations. Only blood, only high. They sunk their fangs into the wrist and drank, their free hand curled dangerously around their victim's throat. He'd awaken to agony.
Abner dropped to a crouch by the man's head and grabbed his other arm. Eugh, sticky, greasy and sweaty. The blonde spat on the man's wrist then wiped it with a sleeve. There, cleaner now.
His magic retreated just as the first of the black dots in his vision grew teeth, not today, no hallucinations. Only blood, only high. They sunk their fangs into the wrist and drank, their free hand curled dangerously around their victim's throat. He'd awaken to agony.
rise and shine caleb!
07-28-2025, 03:41 PM
Caleb had not dreamed, he never did, only ever closed his eyes and opened them some time later. Always felt like a few seconds to him, but the clock and the sun would always be in entirely new positions.
That was not the case tonight, at least as far as the sun went. It would still be dark though Caleb would find himself in an entirely new place. Woke to a hand wrapped tightly around his throat and two men chewing at either of his wrists.
Pain. So much pain and even the numbness of the alcohol that he'd consumed could not completely mask it. Screamed, blue eyes bugging as he immediately began struggling, thrashing against the hold on either of his arms.
"LEMME GO!!!" He bellowed, and given his current state of mind and the panic, he'd immediately assume he was being used as some sort of human sacrifice.
"DEVIL WORSHIPPERS!!! HELP!!" Fell into a fit of coughing from the hand around his throat.
That was not the case tonight, at least as far as the sun went. It would still be dark though Caleb would find himself in an entirely new place. Woke to a hand wrapped tightly around his throat and two men chewing at either of his wrists.
Pain. So much pain and even the numbness of the alcohol that he'd consumed could not completely mask it. Screamed, blue eyes bugging as he immediately began struggling, thrashing against the hold on either of his arms.
"LEMME GO!!!" He bellowed, and given his current state of mind and the panic, he'd immediately assume he was being used as some sort of human sacrifice.
"DEVIL WORSHIPPERS!!! HELP!!" Fell into a fit of coughing from the hand around his throat.
Miss on both
07-28-2025, 08:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-28-2025, 08:22 PM by Abner Sundqvist.)
cw: violence and gross violent thoughts!
The hot blood flooded their mouth, gushing from the jagged gaping wound that he had made sure to tear open. It wasn't that he was a feral beast unable to control his violent urges. Abner wanted this to hurt, he wanted this specific man to suffer. They would make him a stand in for everyone else who didn't deserve to breathe, and they would enjoy watching him beg when it came to that.
The man woke up, thrust back into the pain and torment and Abner smiled around his wrist. There was no emotion more genuine for the ghost than the joy he felt upon seeing that fear. It was a euphoric rush of control mixed with the beginning haze of psychic blood. The screaming, while dangerous, made them keen.
"Shut up, you'll bother the normal people," he spat mirthfully, clamping his fist tighter around the man's throat to cut off the sound. A glance towards his companion tonight, Mike was still hungry but fumbling over the blood. Abner dropped the wrist he fed from to reach towards Mike's face, to guide him further up the psychic's arm.
"If that one is tapped, go on, choose another." There were so many veins in the human body. Abner had once studied medicine, he knew them all.
hit for choke
07-28-2025, 08:33 PM
The hand grew tight, too tight and it suddenly became impossible to pull in any air. Words choked up in his throat as his eyes danced violently between both of the men before him. The fog of the alcohol quickly fading into a cruel sense of sobriety as the fear and adrenaline took over.
This was dangerous, these weren’t normal cultist, and if he did not manage to get away from here now. He would die. It was a simple fact, and not one that he could accept. He had a daughter now, and bar and he was finally working towards becoming a better man.
Or that’s what he’d claim at least.
He couldn’t die here, and so while oxygen was impossible he’d still thrash, eyes turning silver as he pulled for both invisibility and luck to take over.
The tall one wasn’t the leader, the pretty one was, and so that’s who he’d have to strike first. The pain would immediately meld into nothingness as he struck his free arm out against the vampire.
But even luck wouldn’t be on his side tonight… Perhaps invisibility would be enough.
This was dangerous, these weren’t normal cultist, and if he did not manage to get away from here now. He would die. It was a simple fact, and not one that he could accept. He had a daughter now, and bar and he was finally working towards becoming a better man.
Or that’s what he’d claim at least.
He couldn’t die here, and so while oxygen was impossible he’d still thrash, eyes turning silver as he pulled for both invisibility and luck to take over.
The tall one wasn’t the leader, the pretty one was, and so that’s who he’d have to strike first. The pain would immediately meld into nothingness as he struck his free arm out against the vampire.
But even luck wouldn’t be on his side tonight… Perhaps invisibility would be enough.
Miss
Lost sense of touch for 13 minutes
07-29-2025, 05:31 AM
Martin had this covered. Lenn was... technically okay. The real Mike would have them leave then, and probably skip town, but Martin was different.
How exactly, this oaf's high brain couldn't figure out.
He did try to grab again, but, uh? Where was the guy? Also he still sucked at grabbing, Ronpie hadn't been special about his reflexes.
:(
How exactly, this oaf's high brain couldn't figure out.
He did try to grab again, but, uh? Where was the guy? Also he still sucked at grabbing, Ronpie hadn't been special about his reflexes.
:(
crit miss, how fitting for an oaf
07-29-2025, 05:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2025, 05:58 AM by Abner Sundqvist.)
more violent/suggestive
How did Mike survive on his own? If Abner only found value in his brawn and tact they might've fled now, let this idiot deal with the bloody body on his own. Luckily for Mike, Abner wanted allies, Abner wanted puppets, no matter how clumsily they danced on their strings.
The psychic vanished, if not for the hand still tightly wrapped around his throat the vampire might've assumed he teleported. Invisibility, useful, but unfortunately not enough. Tipped off to the incoming attack by the tension and his own intuition, Abner reached out to snatch at the empty air. His hand closed around the incoming bloodied wrist, he grinned. He might've tried a suggestion around now if he could see the psychic's eyes. Oh well.
Leaning forwards in his crouch, placing more of his weight into the hand on the psychic's throat, Abner sneered down at what was probably a face. "Keep up these weak efforts and I might think you like it." Then after licking a crimson stripe up the man's wrist, he offered it to Mike.
hit :"), also imma go ahead and warning 1
07-29-2025, 06:12 AM
It was a blessing that he could not longer feel the hand around his throat, only feel the pressure and the pain that the lack of air brought with it. Barely registered the words as he continued to thrash in no small attempt to get away.
He had another power in his arsenal, summoning, and he'd use it now. Forced his gaze away from the enemy as he searched for something. Anything. There!
Silver eyes again that neither cultist would see as he pulled them bottle towards himself. Felt a lightness to his foot a second time tonight has his left shoe instantly took the place of the bottle.
And the moment the bottle was within his free hand, he made to crack it against the pretty ones head.
He had another power in his arsenal, summoning, and he'd use it now. Forced his gaze away from the enemy as he searched for something. Anything. There!
Silver eyes again that neither cultist would see as he pulled them bottle towards himself. Felt a lightness to his foot a second time tonight has his left shoe instantly took the place of the bottle.
And the moment the bottle was within his free hand, he made to crack it against the pretty ones head.
miss
No touch and now no smell for 6 minutes
07-29-2025, 06:29 AM
Tiresome, both of them. Mike's incompetence was taking the fun out of it. It'd be best to just kill the sorry worm below them now and let the other vampire feast on his still warm corpse.
Best for Mike, but boring for Abner.
They easily ducked out of the way of the bottle, gave Mike a cold glance, then turned to the psychic again. He let up on the pressure, allowing some air back into the man's lungs. Possibly a mistake, but the high was kicking in.
"Come back so we can see you and I might let you live," they droned, "you know you're only alive because you're still interesting. Stay interesting." His eyes were hunting for the psychic's, wherever they may be when he reappeared.
Best for Mike, but boring for Abner.
They easily ducked out of the way of the bottle, gave Mike a cold glance, then turned to the psychic again. He let up on the pressure, allowing some air back into the man's lungs. Possibly a mistake, but the high was kicking in.
"Come back so we can see you and I might let you live," they droned, "you know you're only alive because you're still interesting. Stay interesting." His eyes were hunting for the psychic's, wherever they may be when he reappeared.
miss on choke, slackened hold oops! withholding second warning until further notice >:)
07-29-2025, 06:55 AM
The hand slackened at his throat, and Caleb would greedily suck down as much air as he could body still struggling to get out of the cultists grip entirely.
”Fuck you.” Was the response that would be given because he was no fool. He knew the second he appeared again it would only give the stupid one a better chance of regaining his grip.
He wouldn’t make his death easy for either of them.
Silver gaze, he’d lucky in what senses had dropped with the use of his power. Time to see if that luck would continue for a third.
Swung the bottle back out against the same cultist just as his eyesight vanished.
”Fuck you.” Was the response that would be given because he was no fool. He knew the second he appeared again it would only give the stupid one a better chance of regaining his grip.
He wouldn’t make his death easy for either of them.
Silver gaze, he’d lucky in what senses had dropped with the use of his power. Time to see if that luck would continue for a third.
Swung the bottle back out against the same cultist just as his eyesight vanished.
HIT
Blind for 17 minutes
No feeling for 15
No smell 6
07-29-2025, 07:05 AM
You give a man a chance and he breaks a bottle in your face. At least he'd kept it interesting.
But not in a way Abner liked. Pain blossomed across as the psychic's luck turned, a shard of glass embedded itself into his cheek. Abner could take pain, it hurt and enraged him but his expression only darkened as he returned his hand to the man's throat full force in retaliation.
Black blood oozed around the new protrusion, cold eyes glared down at the empty space as he choked and crushed.
"Last chance," his tone metallic, unwavering. Mike was almost forgotten.
But not in a way Abner liked. Pain blossomed across as the psychic's luck turned, a shard of glass embedded itself into his cheek. Abner could take pain, it hurt and enraged him but his expression only darkened as he returned his hand to the man's throat full force in retaliation.
Black blood oozed around the new protrusion, cold eyes glared down at the empty space as he choked and crushed.
"Last chance," his tone metallic, unwavering. Mike was almost forgotten.
hit :"), warning 2
07-29-2025, 07:38 AM
There were only words now, and it was frightening, because while Caleb could handle most of his senses leaving him, blindness was not one that he handled well.
Didn’t like when there was only darkness, and pair it with the fact that he could no longer feel the things happening around him.
It was a numbing feeling.
The pressure tightened around his throat, pain still present, but there was nothing that Caleb could do other than attempt to wiggle. He could drop the invisibility like the cultist asked, but then… He was left exposed.
Even more so without sight.
And so he’d keep the power firmly in check, struggling against the hold as he made one last ditch effort to escape.
Didn’t like when there was only darkness, and pair it with the fact that he could no longer feel the things happening around him.
It was a numbing feeling.
The pressure tightened around his throat, pain still present, but there was nothing that Caleb could do other than attempt to wiggle. He could drop the invisibility like the cultist asked, but then… He was left exposed.
Even more so without sight.
And so he’d keep the power firmly in check, struggling against the hold as he made one last ditch effort to escape.
miss
07-29-2025, 06:27 PM
surprise more gory
Well, Abner had said "one last chance" but there was still no visible man before him. And while every muscle in their body yearned to clench their fist, feel all the veins and muscles and bones in a neck prostrate between their fingertips, it would be so much more satisfying if they had eyes to stare into.
He didn't want to kill without that satisfaction. He would be more true to his word if he went ahead and made the kill now, but that's not what he wanted. His threats were just another part of the manipulation, and he'd decided that he needed to see the light leave the drunk's eyes. He would get what he wanted.
Mike was writhing around behind him, drinking from the leg perhaps. Abner's free hand came back to pet at the other vampire's head lightly, then he moved closer to where the psychic's face must be. His grip slackened, and with no hold on an arm Caleb was just about free.
The ghost leaned in, stroking the thundering pulse beneath a now gentle touch. He moved in close until the glass chunk that gilded his porcelain cheek pressed gently against something fleshy. He whispered.
"I'm sorry okay, I'm so sorry for hurting you. He made me, I didn't want to. I just need you to turn visible, I can get us both out of here if I can see you."
miss aka drop hold!
07-29-2025, 07:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2025, 07:36 PM by Lennox Irving.)
Turned out he wasn't biting, yet. He did have his mouth open to sink teeth into more spoiled flesh but Martin was saying something and!!!!
Mouth already opened didn't show more surprise or offense, but something clicked in his brain. The real Mike had often used a similar strategy, good vamp bad vamp he called it, to trick the desserts.
Lenn was normally the nice one, but! He could try? Martin wouldn't have petted him if it wasn't some sort of signal, right?
"Stop fucking around and get him, Martin." He managed to say on a very believable impatient tone, and also kept the grin off his face.
He could grin later!
Mouth already opened didn't show more surprise or offense, but something clicked in his brain. The real Mike had often used a similar strategy, good vamp bad vamp he called it, to trick the desserts.
Lenn was normally the nice one, but! He could try? Martin wouldn't have petted him if it wasn't some sort of signal, right?
"Stop fucking around and get him, Martin." He managed to say on a very believable impatient tone, and also kept the grin off his face.
He could grin later!
miss on keep hold
07-29-2025, 07:40 PM
The words felt honest, they could be, but-
No, he wouldn’t fall for this shit, no fucking way, this guy had his hand around his throat the whole fucking time and the other was clearly fumbling through life. Caleb knew a leader when he saw one, and pretty boy here, he was the leader.
The other, a mere sheep that had been pulled into whatever fucked cult this was.
Shook his head, though neither would see, no pressure on the throat, his arm, or his leg. He was free, and he’d take the opportunity to run.
Or crawl.
Rolled onto his stomach and scurried in a direction that he prayed was right.
No, he wouldn’t fall for this shit, no fucking way, this guy had his hand around his throat the whole fucking time and the other was clearly fumbling through life. Caleb knew a leader when he saw one, and pretty boy here, he was the leader.
The other, a mere sheep that had been pulled into whatever fucked cult this was.
Shook his head, though neither would see, no pressure on the throat, his arm, or his leg. He was free, and he’d take the opportunity to run.
Or crawl.
Rolled onto his stomach and scurried in a direction that he prayed was right.
07-29-2025, 07:53 PM
Oh how quickly things went sour.
Abner was hoping his little game would work, and with Mike playing along maybe they had a chance of getting those eyes they wanted. But when he glanced back briefly as Mike spoke, he noticed the lack of a hold the oaf had on the psychic's leg. Abner realized he'd made an error in trusting this one's competence.
If the psychic were visible they would've snatched him back up and snapped his neck. With no pressure on him, the moment he was out of reach Abner didn't have a clue. The hand that'd reached for the fleeing psychic came up to wipe down his face. Exhausted, annoyed. Crimson stained his brow, his nose and cheek. He wrenched the glass shard free, staring at the end of the alleyway where their meal had likely fled. Black blood oozed from the ugly cut.
There was a moment where Abner considered feeling anger about this, turning and letting out the repressed cruelty he'd hoped to inflict upon the psychic on his companion instead.
Instead they brought their fingers to their lips and lapped up what was left. Just get lost in the high, don't worry about the loss. The man was a nobody, and very soon he'd be able to hunt him again. They chuckled, sharp gaze prodding Mike as they drew a finger over their lips.
Abner was hoping his little game would work, and with Mike playing along maybe they had a chance of getting those eyes they wanted. But when he glanced back briefly as Mike spoke, he noticed the lack of a hold the oaf had on the psychic's leg. Abner realized he'd made an error in trusting this one's competence.
If the psychic were visible they would've snatched him back up and snapped his neck. With no pressure on him, the moment he was out of reach Abner didn't have a clue. The hand that'd reached for the fleeing psychic came up to wipe down his face. Exhausted, annoyed. Crimson stained his brow, his nose and cheek. He wrenched the glass shard free, staring at the end of the alleyway where their meal had likely fled. Black blood oozed from the ugly cut.
There was a moment where Abner considered feeling anger about this, turning and letting out the repressed cruelty he'd hoped to inflict upon the psychic on his companion instead.
Instead they brought their fingers to their lips and lapped up what was left. Just get lost in the high, don't worry about the loss. The man was a nobody, and very soon he'd be able to hunt him again. They chuckled, sharp gaze prodding Mike as they drew a finger over their lips.
miss
07-29-2025, 08:01 PM
Martin wasn't really good at this hunting thing, was he? Too many words and not enough breaking bones.
He could catch the dessert!
He pounced and belly flopped on the ground. Psychicless.
Frustration, semi-filled hunger, humiliation kicked the other side of him, the one he was never supposed to unleash, but why exactly? Who said-
The real Mike, who left him behind.
Fangs were getting longer than necessary, and his fingertips wanted to grow claws. He tried to stop them. Maybe he would succeed. Maybe.
He could catch the dessert!
He pounced and belly flopped on the ground. Psychicless.
Frustration, semi-filled hunger, humiliation kicked the other side of him, the one he was never supposed to unleash, but why exactly? Who said-
The real Mike, who left him behind.
Fangs were getting longer than necessary, and his fingertips wanted to grow claws. He tried to stop them. Maybe he would succeed. Maybe.
miss ugh somebody stake him
07-29-2025, 08:09 PM
There was some benefit to not seeing, like he couldn’t see that one of the cultists were going crazy behind him, and he couldn’t see that he hadn’t actually gotten as far from them as he’d like. The downside to being blind… Well there were too many to type out.
But not knowing where the entrance to the alleyway was, or what direction he was going was probably the biggest hinderance. Crawled until he felt a wall, and that’s where he’d buckle down. Brought his knees to his chest, and kept as silent as possible.
Hopefully they’d give up and leave, and then he could wait for his sight to come back and drown his troubles in yet another bottle of alcohol.
The quickest fix that God had ever invented.
But not knowing where the entrance to the alleyway was, or what direction he was going was probably the biggest hinderance. Crawled until he felt a wall, and that’s where he’d buckle down. Brought his knees to his chest, and kept as silent as possible.
Hopefully they’d give up and leave, and then he could wait for his sight to come back and drown his troubles in yet another bottle of alcohol.
The quickest fix that God had ever invented.
07-30-2025, 06:00 PM
Abner was a meticulous planner, they always sought to be one step ahead of everyone else, obsessed with understanding and knowing everything. Deception and persuasion were both sword and shield, and they'd never enter the fray without.
Except for when they were high, and things went this fucking wrong.
Originally they'd planned to help Mike out, get him food, maybe kill together. Have another friend to call upon later. But then said friend fumbled, and failed, and flopped, and Abner watched in disdain. Bloodlusting over this? This was just a game, a distraction. A temper did not benefit their kind.
So Abner changed their mind again, something that didn't feel so grinding when they had a soft buzz and blood on their lips. From kill, to not kill, to kill, to not kill. From one target to the next. They let Mike thrash and crack and pop, and instead whipped their head towards the trail of blood on the ground. Brows narrowed.
They were upon the cowering man in seconds, thoroughly pleased when their fist curled in that greasy hair. He began to drag him away from Mike, bending to whisper.
"I can save you. Just turn visible, and give me your eyes." Whiplash I know, but what a sweet suggestion. They could do it you know.
Except for when they were high, and things went this fucking wrong.
Originally they'd planned to help Mike out, get him food, maybe kill together. Have another friend to call upon later. But then said friend fumbled, and failed, and flopped, and Abner watched in disdain. Bloodlusting over this? This was just a game, a distraction. A temper did not benefit their kind.
So Abner changed their mind again, something that didn't feel so grinding when they had a soft buzz and blood on their lips. From kill, to not kill, to kill, to not kill. From one target to the next. They let Mike thrash and crack and pop, and instead whipped their head towards the trail of blood on the ground. Brows narrowed.
They were upon the cowering man in seconds, thoroughly pleased when their fist curled in that greasy hair. He began to drag him away from Mike, bending to whisper.
"I can save you. Just turn visible, and give me your eyes." Whiplash I know, but what a sweet suggestion. They could do it you know.
hit, hi caleb
07-31-2025, 06:39 AM
On a good night, away from the lack of moon, he might have been able to come back from it. But as things stood, he couldn't.
The mindless side was more competent than his regular oaf side, precise like a bloodhound, because that was what he was now. A dog with a bone.
A leg bone to be more specific, but that wasn't what he was after. It was the blood, duh, flowing under skin and jeans. He would disregard both and sink wayyyy too long canines in the spoiled flesh. There was no 'intent' in Lenn now outside of drinking it all. Leave it to Martin to dispose of a body later.
The mindless side was more competent than his regular oaf side, precise like a bloodhound, because that was what he was now. A dog with a bone.
A leg bone to be more specific, but that wasn't what he was after. It was the blood, duh, flowing under skin and jeans. He would disregard both and sink wayyyy too long canines in the spoiled flesh. There was no 'intent' in Lenn now outside of drinking it all. Leave it to Martin to dispose of a body later.
oh now that he's mindless he hits, also warning 1 Caleb O:)
07-31-2025, 06:54 AM
Fear ravaged through him and it was that fear that had Caleb listening now, the pain of his leg so present within his mind that he had to hope that the pretty one was telling the truth. Pray that the chance he was being given was legit.
Let his power flicker out, visible once more as he tilted his head towards the voice. Could not see, but surely his eyes were there. Hopefully they were, and they’d be large and fear-filled as he awaited to learn whether or not this had been a good decision or a bad.
Either way, he was stuck between two vampires grips, it wasn’t as if he’d had much choice at all.
Let his power flicker out, visible once more as he tilted his head towards the voice. Could not see, but surely his eyes were there. Hopefully they were, and they’d be large and fear-filled as he awaited to learn whether or not this had been a good decision or a bad.
Either way, he was stuck between two vampires grips, it wasn’t as if he’d had much choice at all.
08-02-2025, 08:26 PM
Mike, the carnal bloody monster that he was, closed in on them quickly. Abner noticed with vague irritation, the pest that just kept pesting. The mutt literally biting at their heels. His lip quivered but his gaze remained locked on the shivering meat sack that they dragged along, expression a cool smile.
There was satisfaction at finally getting what he wanted, a little eye contact, a body to watch writhe. He pulled the psychic up by his hair and gazed into those toilet cleaner blue eyes.
"You remember that we were both attacked by him," they whispered, though if Mike had any braincells at all (doubtful even when not bloodlusting) he might decipher it. A suggestion that would've made Abner's game more fun, added a new string to yank further down the line. But it didn't take, blocked by something Abner couldn't see.
Ugh.
Improvise, keep playing until the game got boring.
Abner slowly raised then pressed the toe of their sneaker into Mike's shoulder and pushed. Not hard enough to dislodge him, but pressure was added.
There was satisfaction at finally getting what he wanted, a little eye contact, a body to watch writhe. He pulled the psychic up by his hair and gazed into those toilet cleaner blue eyes.
"You remember that we were both attacked by him," they whispered, though if Mike had any braincells at all (doubtful even when not bloodlusting) he might decipher it. A suggestion that would've made Abner's game more fun, added a new string to yank further down the line. But it didn't take, blocked by something Abner couldn't see.
Ugh.
Improvise, keep playing until the game got boring.
Abner slowly raised then pressed the toe of their sneaker into Mike's shoulder and pushed. Not hard enough to dislodge him, but pressure was added.
miss at getting Lenny off!
08-03-2025, 05:11 AM
The beast hated being touched while feeding, and let out a wail at the contact, only to fail at latching again onto his snack. He was visible again, not that the oaf really noticed through bloodlust, as he had tracked his food through nose only.
He wasn't satisfied yet. He needed to GET HIM. Empty him. Feast.
He wasn't satisfied yet. He needed to GET HIM. Empty him. Feast.
missed and W2 for Caleb O:)
08-03-2025, 06:11 AM
That wasn’t? This wasn’t?
Caleb had been the only one attacked here, and last time he checked, the pretty boy whispering in his ear had been the main inflictor.
So why was he? It didn’t matter, there was a wail sounding, and blind to the happenings around him, Caleb would shudder despite himself. Stiffened and pulled himself backwards away from that awful sound while also clinging to the man that had claimed he’d save him.
”Get me outta here.” A plea that he’d send towards the only sane one here… Sane-ish.
Caleb had been the only one attacked here, and last time he checked, the pretty boy whispering in his ear had been the main inflictor.
So why was he? It didn’t matter, there was a wail sounding, and blind to the happenings around him, Caleb would shudder despite himself. Stiffened and pulled himself backwards away from that awful sound while also clinging to the man that had claimed he’d save him.
”Get me outta here.” A plea that he’d send towards the only sane one here… Sane-ish.
08-03-2025, 06:25 AM
Don't tell him what to do you oversized edible.
Abner apparently wasn't trying that hard, his stake in the outcome of the night was dwindling as the high absorbed into his muscles. He grinned a little, and like a kid kicking an ant hill he moved his shoe towards Mike's collarbone, pressing feebly there.
Abner apparently wasn't trying that hard, his stake in the outcome of the night was dwindling as the high absorbed into his muscles. He grinned a little, and like a kid kicking an ant hill he moved his shoe towards Mike's collarbone, pressing feebly there.
miss city now apparently
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