[ Vlad is just here wearing...a random airport hoodie with the hood up? And skulking with a half-eaten airport pretzel, his cheeks puffed out from the sheer volume of dough in his mouth.
Which is when he spots Lenore and tries to PLAY IT COOL and NOT BE OBVIOUS THAT THERE'S ANOTHER HUMAN BEING HERE
but unfortunately airport pretzel wrappers are crinkly. so. ]
He hastily swallows the pretzel bits in his mouth and straightens his posture into something more dignified, swiping the hood off his head as he does. Under the unzipped front of the hoodie is his own I L*VE HELL shirt.
He tries to stifle his embarrassment at having been caught like this and clears his throat. ]
Ah, yes, well. It's been rather chaotic this week, hasn't it? We at least have the chance to talk now.
Since dying, mainly. I had a sort of system while alive, a number of kind people who were willing to let me drink their blood, for both indulgence and sustenance.
Even though I do know a number of people on this side, it... feels almost like starting from the beginning, again.
You still have to consume blood for sustenance? I would've thought that, the way this place nullifies powers and such, you would've been made functionally identical to a human.
...does this mean you're looking for new, ah, blood donors, then?
I am. I realize it's a strange thing to bring up so suddenly with a mere acquaintance... though I'd hoped that one who's already familiar with the supernatural may understand, better than most here can.
Ah, I see. Well, I must admit that I haven't dealt with vampirism in the past--most of what I deal in tends to be, ah, bloodless entirely--but I wouldn't be opposed to helping...assuming a few key conditions are met.
A bite, typically to the neck. A quick puncture with my fangs, and then I draw the blood out.
It only hurts for a moment, and then it should heal fully. And I can try to make it... pleasant, if you like. [she draws a little closer, reaching a hand up to his shoulder.]
A bold request. I like it when men just come out and say what they want.
[those feelings just get a little stronger. she wraps her arms around the back of his neck, pulling herself in nice and close. and, with little warning other than a soft hiss, she'll bite.
it's a brief, sharp pain, but she's otherwise gentle.]
[ This time, he yells from the pain and jumps away from her, clutching fruitlessly at the gushing injury while he quickly loses his balance, slips on the growing puddle of his own blood, and collapses to the floor, hard. ]
You--! What did--! Why you--!!!
[ He's radiating absolute fury and betrayal. He just keeps yelling incoherently until he loses enough blood to pass out and then, eventually, die. ]
[ He wakes up livid, and spots the trail of blood. He smirks. Good.
When his neck is reasonably healed, he gets up and begins following the trail like he's on a warpath. On the way there, he stops by one of the airport gift shops and picks up a giant Toblerone, hefting it over his shoulder like a bat.
Where oh where does this path lead, hmm? Because Vlad wants payback. ]
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week 6, post-trial
Which is when he spots Lenore and tries to PLAY IT COOL and NOT BE OBVIOUS THAT THERE'S ANOTHER HUMAN BEING HERE
but unfortunately airport pretzel wrappers are crinkly. so. ]
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except, she's being pretty chill? seems like she's in a good mood as she wanders over to greet him.]
Oh, Vlad. I regret that we haven't had time to speak since I joined you all here.
[also she's still wearing an I L*VE HELL t-shirt because why not.]
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He hastily swallows the pretzel bits in his mouth and straightens his posture into something more dignified, swiping the hood off his head as he does. Under the unzipped front of the hoodie is his own I L*VE HELL shirt.
He tries to stifle his embarrassment at having been caught like this and clears his throat. ]
Ah, yes, well. It's been rather chaotic this week, hasn't it? We at least have the chance to talk now.
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We do, don't we?
Have you been keeping up with your indulgences? Knowing what we do now, it seems we're all in this together.
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This place was--well, a wasteland, to be blunt, when I first arrived. It's only through our indulging that we've managed to make it actually livable.
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Although... I'm a bit worried that I've been lagging behind, actually.
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Even though I do know a number of people on this side, it... feels almost like starting from the beginning, again.
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...does this mean you're looking for new, ah, blood donors, then?
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[ cuz like. he knows how according to the Lore but he doesn't want to make assumptions when he has been harmed. so much. in this graveyard already. ]
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It only hurts for a moment, and then it should heal fully. And I can try to make it... pleasant, if you like. [she draws a little closer, reaching a hand up to his shoulder.]
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And...how much blood do you draw?
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[she'll reach her other hand up, too, pulling herself in a little closer. there are feelings of happy anticipation! ...and a bit of rising bloodlust.]
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(The fact that he is inducing horniness in someone is certainly puffing him up a little.)
He chuckles. ]
Well, then in that case...I'd be happy to help, on one condition.
For every time you gather blood from me, I have the right to indulge with you in the manner of my choice.
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A bold request. I like it when men just come out and say what they want.
[those feelings just get a little stronger. she wraps her arms around the back of his neck, pulling herself in nice and close. and, with little warning other than a soft hiss, she'll bite.
it's a brief, sharp pain, but she's otherwise gentle.]
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My, jumping right into things, are we?
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... Was it sudden? I'm sorry. It's just that I've been looking forward to this, considering...
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[she bites again. this time, it's at his jugular.
there's no hatred to be felt. just a burst of joy at getting to do something she's wanted to do for a long time.]
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You--! What did--! Why you--!!!
[ He's radiating absolute fury and betrayal. He just keeps yelling incoherently until he loses enough blood to pass out and then, eventually, die. ]
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...
when he revives, she'll be long gone... but there's a trail of dripping blood that leads towards the airport exit.]
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When his neck is reasonably healed, he gets up and begins following the trail like he's on a warpath. On the way there, he stops by one of the airport gift shops and picks up a giant Toblerone, hefting it over his shoulder like a bat.
Where oh where does this path lead, hmm? Because Vlad wants payback. ]
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following the trail of blood out of the airport will lead him to a discarded I L*VE HELL t-shirt that's absolutely soaked in blood.]
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