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Bingo, bingo! Entirely proud for hitting the nail on the head, she couldn’t help but smirk widely from behind her coffee cup.

Demon blood? So demons existed too?

… Of course! Why wouldn’t they if vampires do?

In her inner mind she nodded with affirmation. Whole horizons of possibilities and wonderment were suddenly opening up: All that went bump in the night was revealing itself. 

When he asked his next question, her eyes lit up. She stopped midway from taking another sip to answer. “Oh! My art science project. We’re supposed to make a working model, or sculpture, based around a particular theme. I believe most are opting for something based on the solar system, but I, personally, am going to try something different.”

"After all, a model of a solar system.. no matter the solar system…" She trailed as she turned around and began walking backwards. With a shrug accompanied by a dismissive wave of her hand, she finished, "Is fifth grade stuff."

She took another sip before continuing her enthusiastic spiel. “Just so overdone. Not to mention, all these guys, they think like engineers!” And was that the truth! It was hard not to roll her eyes.

"Can’t grasp the concept of an art science project at all.”

"So what I’m thinking about doing is something based around the heart. A drum, specifically designed to resound and light up in sync with someone’s heartbeat when they place their hands on the metal plates. I saw one once at a science museum."

"I guess it wouldn’t work for you. Would it work for you? Can we try?" Her entire face seemed to light up at the idea and she was so distracted by her thoughts on the project that she didn’t notice that she’d just wasted her turn.

The pale man smiled softly, a gentle hum stirring in his chest. He nearly laughed at her taunting and degrading of her fellow classmates ideas, but he held back simply because she was on such a roll with her yammering.

She was quite the clever girl, he could tell, and he was already looking forward to pressing his fingers deep into her soul and prying apart her ticks and mannerisms, digging into the thick of her being. As per the usual, with most humans with half a brain at least, she was extremely interesting. Jay had the softest spot for anyone he found even remotely curious, and so far this young lady had struck him hard.

It was actually, in truth, hardly a waste of a turn at all, as he was sincerely going to humor her. He thought it was a pretty damn good question, at any rate. He took his hand, previous upturned in a gesture and ran it through his hair, fluffing it up a little in case it was starting to get a bit straight and flat. He liked it sort of fluffed up, for whatever reason, halfway between bedhead and properly combed out.

"Well, normally no. I’m sort of dead, after all. Or something of that nature." He stressed the word normally, pausing to give her a chance to lean in, get curious and excited for what the exception could be. He loved it when someone gave him any particular sense of attention, so naturally he would milk any sort of excitement someone had for him.

With a wink, he continued, “I’d love to give it a shot. You see, I have a particular soul of another being inside of me. It’s got a sort of… pulsey feeling thing to it. I have no idea if it’ll work or not, but hell it’d be cool if it did.”

For the moment though, he couldn’t quite think up a question of his own…probably because he was much too engaged in their current conversation to be thinking about much else. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind dropping the “game” entirely to go see this little project of hers.

11 months ago (11 )
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The mood shift was beyond being a self distraction. He could see through it all too well, and he could see now that Jay was a human forced into adapting to being a monster. ‘Well, such a mess that he is… guess he’s my mess for now.’ Those thoughts aside, Jay’s sudden ecstatic attitude almost made Dev smile. Upbeat people, rare as they were, had that effect on him.

He watched him put his jacket on before walking passed. “Take care, then.” Dev murmured, and clapped Jay on the shoulder.

Admittedly, he didn’t know how well Jay knew the town, or if he even knew where Mayford was. But Dev figured he was intelligent enough to figure it out. The town wasn’t exceedingly small, as some where, and it wasn’t big, either. Somewhat perfect, on that scale. Although he wasn’t sure why he felt that way.

Hunting. Should concentrate on hunting.’ For no particular reason, he decided not to go back to the bar. He was already headed in the other direction, anyway. It might take longer, but time was never of the essence. Not even now, with the prospect of having a guest in his home. Dev glanced back over his shoulder momentarily, and gave Jay a lazy wave.

The touch on the shoulder was subtle but made Jay’s cheeks hurt. “You too!” The bluebird chirped, watching him head off— and giving a furious wave when he saw Dev turn to wave back at him.

With that, he knew that the man was going to go take care of his business, and started on his way to the man’s place. He didn’t know the town particularly well, but he teleported from alley to alley in search of the proper street. It might have been a tiring process had he not recently fed, and instead he found himself still bouncing down the road when he happened across the proper sign. The street was eerily quiet, though he paid hardly no mind. The building had a porch, and he stepped up on the wooden stairs and felt the texture of the support beams, drawing his every sense over the small area.

He took the key, the temperature of it matching his own hand in a peculiar way— rarely things were as cool as the air as his own skin. Normally they felt warmer, but he brushed off the thought and slid it into the hole.

The door opened with a satisfying clickclink of the metal inside of the lock. “Bienvenue, bienvenue~” He hummed to himself, slipping inside and letting the door fall shut behind him. The house had those plastered white walls, the kind that had the dappled, cave-like roof where you could drag your hand across the ceiling and get covered in scratches.

He didn’t snoop too much, although he did locate the kitchen, bathroom, and the living room, for the sake of avoiding the first two and taking up a spot in the the latter. He poked around some closet spaces until he found an old, scratchy blanket, and settled down on the couch, taking off the jacket and letting it hang out next to him while he kept the blanket between him and the furniture  A towel would have probably done better, but bloodstained towels were always a rather miserable mess. An old blanket buried in a closet probably wouldn’t be missed.

He enjoyed the still of the air as he sat in dark, only after a few minutes did he let a few green flames flicker around the room. The vampire waited in silence for the other to return, finding the house was wonderful at soothing his nerves.

(Source: geai)

11 months ago (82 )
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Dev simply cocked one brow at the guy’s rhetorical question. Some people asked the strangest things, he thought. ‘A waste of breath, and words.

He put his hands in his pockets after the handshake. Dev felt fairly lax, but at the other’s response, he had to suppress the reaction to roll his eyes. Instead, he shrugged again, and intoned, “I’d think it unwanted.” You’re still sorting out yourself, Dev added silently, giving him a quick look over and a twitch of a frown. 

That line of conversation was glossed over when the guy switched the subject by introducing himself. Dev was fine with that. ‘.. Jay, huh. That makes his hair color comical… probably intentionally. Weird.’ Actually, a younger him might have felt disappointed by someone giving their name so freely. He had always liked playing questionnaire. These days, however, he’d grown used to it. Politeness, it was called, and for whatever it was worth, Dev could find it in him to play along with the strange social standard.

But Jay had something more to say, so Dev remained polite and stayed quiet. He scoffed sardonically almost immediately at what Jay said. “You’ll have to hope a little harder.” He was sure Jay was aware of the glass embedded in his skin, so he gave him a pointed look and left it at that.

A moment later, he decided to give Jay some consideration. .. probably would need help pulling those shards out, probably doesn’t have any place to stay.’ Dev shifted his weight to one side, and looked up the sky like one would look at their watch. It was getting about that time, and he had no dinner. ‘.. probably could use a change of clothes, and a shower, although it’ll probably rain tonight..‘ He laughed airily when his stomach rumbled.

So he made his decision. ‘No reason not to offer help.’ But despite the supposed kindness he was showing, his tone was businesslike, precise. “I’m Dev, Jay, and although it is nice to meet you, I need to eat. If you feel up to finding your way to my place, then you can do so. I don’t mind if you crash there. It’s on Mayford street. Number 3910. Door’s unlocked.” After relaying that, he took off the jacket he had on and held it out to Jay. If he looked quizzical about the gesture at all, Dev just gave another pointed look.

Sure, a man that was unfazed by his state and the blood and the teeth and the glass and all, casually inviting him to his home. A normal, or at least relatively sane person, might have reason to be alarmed. Jay, however, just found himself with a grin and a burst of enthusiasm. When was the last time someone offered him a place to stay without him asking? He didn’t know. He didn’t care!

"You got it, Dev." He wondered, absently, what the man liked to eat. He couldn’t quite tell if the man was human— or mostly human— or not, but he figured if Dev wanted to eat anything that a human would, he wouldn’t want to stick around. It hardly passed a thought that he was just as murderous as him, although to be fair it wouldn’t make a difference to the vampire.

He took the jacket, nodding firmly, and slung it over his shoulders and shoved his arms in. A little bit big on him, but not enough to be awkward or obvious. He just grinned his face off, ignoring the fact that his fangs were probably still stained with blood. He didn’t care. This guy was just being so nice to him, and it was great. 

… the vampire might have been trying a bit too hard to get over the fact he had just lost control over himself. It didn’t help that he was particularly lonely as of late.

(Source: geai)

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Amusement flickered across Dev’s face when the other jolted like a child that got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. He could have laughed. ‘… perhaps not a predator, perhaps someone that had to adapt.’ Although he could give him credit for the decent recovery.

His gaze remained trained on the person, hardly abashed to do so. ‘Fine, he says..’ He felt a twinge of disbelief, despite the guy’s change in posture. A moments pause was given. “Me?” Dev raised his eyebrows, and pondered how to answer. ‘Not as if I wish to..‘ With a shrug, he brushed the question off. “As good as always.” Was all he said.

Dev let the guy come to him, hardly reacting when he flashed him a grin. Large canines. What do larger canines indicate?’ He couldn’t fathom, but he easily grinned back in response. His expression was not nearly as amiable. He accepted the handshake as well, and was less careful about his grip than he would’ve been with a human.

This one couldn’t smell less human. ‘Smells like death warmed up..’ It wasn’t as though animalistic orange eyes, and canines that could pierce skin, were human traits either. Dev’s eyes scanned the damage. ‘Blood that isn’t his, freshly healed wounds, glass..

“You’re a mess.” He stated, with a hint of a warning. Law enforcement frequented the street, thanks to the bar and rowdy people. When Dev continued, you would have thought he was talking about the weather, or something equally boring. “They’ll assume you’re intoxicated and detain you, looking like that.” He did feel like he was talking about the weather. It happened all the time. Human or not, some were just too careless.

"I do now, don’t I?" The bloody man replied, letting his tongue click off the roof of his mouth after he spoke. The other man watched him, and from what Jay could tell the other certainly noticed his unusual features, but certainly didn’t seem bothered by them. More like he was looking at a puzzle, perhaps. The vampire shooed away that thought for now though, shaking hands briefly before letting go.

He bunched his shoulders up around his neck, his grin dropping to a coy smile. “I suppose they would come after someone looking as damn awful as me, but I’m also certain they’d have a hard time catching me.”

After putting that whole subject off to the side, he knew it was only polite to introduce himself. “My name’s Jay.” He wasn’t entirely sure the other person would want to give his name, so he decided he wouldn’t bother asking. If he wanted to share, he would. No worries.

He shook his head. “I just don’t really care right now. I was hoping I didn’t look too appalling ..” Apparent  he did. He let out a sigh, the corners of his mouth shoving over to one side in a bothered, slanted frown.

(Source: geai)

12 months ago (11 )
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Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale; Rinse, repeat. He’d never spent so much time around humans. Being on Earth was… challenging. ‘Engulfing, suffocating, intoxicating..

Dev ran a hand through his hair as he continued his careful breathing. The main problem was the amount, of course. Among small groups he had little trouble. He could actually hold conversations, and he enjoyed that. Among bigger groups, his instincts alone said he could do as he pleased. He could catch prey off guard, unaware, but losing control was at the bottom of his list of wants. On most occasions.

He gave pause as a familiar smell wafted through the air. ‘Why human blood smells like copper, however…‘ Still, he just had to find the source. The little bar Dev had been hanging outside of was left behind, and as he walked, he noted the smell of burning flesh. Less familiar, but recognizable.

It wasn’t far, and he ran across someone fairly quickly, it seemed. ‘One of the participants.’ Dev could tell just by looking at him. He ran his tongue over his teeth, knowing another predator when he saw one. Although this one seemed out of sorts.

He had stopped, and he waited until the other came closer before smoothly voicing, “How goes?”

The vampire jolted, startled by the sudden greeting. His eyes darted like angelfish, locking with the vibrant icy blue stare. He didn’t quite know what to make of the man, finding his hand subconsciously brushing at his bloody shirt, as if it would do any good.

He relaxed half-a-moment later, letting his eyes wander across the rest of the man’s figure. “Fine,” he answered, his voice a bit rough on his tongue. “And you?”

He didn’t quite know what this person wanted, but his short white hair and the intricacies in the patterns made him stand out from the usual folk around this city. Enough to make him curious— enough to make him cautious. He was hesitant, considering the blood on his hands.

He took a few strides towards the man who was a fair few inches taller than him. Deciding he already looked a mess enough to cause concern, he let a grin flare across his face: enough to show he was friendly, enough to show he was, himself, different from the humans. He even offered the other a handshake, if he so desired… with the hand that he hadn’t dusted off his shirt with, of course.

(Source: geai)

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Rusty copper.

The smell was overwhelming. The metallic taste was sharp and bitter: dipped in alcohol and sweat. Despite wide, focused pupils surrounded by a thin glint of gold, the world seemed blurred. What seemed like thousands of ravens poured over the man’s vision, and soon after, his mind, and for a while he was lost to nothingness.

The ground was wet and cold, hard cobble against his hypersensitive skin. Though he wasn’t affected by the cold, he instinctively dug into the consumed energy of a demon soul and flared out a bright green flame along his skin, creating a familiar warmth as he pushed himself upright to his knees.

There was a body by him, he noticed as an afterthought, the fire spreading carelessly across the damp clothes, flesh and hair. He could smell the drunken red liquid everywhere, although he noticed that most of it had ended up over the ground and himself, and the splattered victim’s neck. He felt a slight pain in his head, and the shattered glass along the ground gave him a vague idea of what had occurred.

The body hadn’t decayed much at all, hardly set stone cold yet— perhaps maybe an hour had passed? He didn’t quite care. 

He wasn’t sure what had lead up to him attacking the stranger, glancing around the dark alley. His eyes snapped to a small, skittering noise, but quickly lost interest in the mouse that the noise belonged to. With a sigh, he got to his feet and watched the green fire take the grungy man’s flesh like a starving coyote.

"Merde.." He muttered under his breath, running his hand through his hair and flinching with surprise when he felt a sudden sharp sting. It wasn’t really a problem, but he didn’t enjoy taking bits of glass out of his already more or less healed wounds. 

It had been a long time since he had let bloodlust over take hold of him so savagely… at least for now he was satisfied. More so, he took relief in the fact that his old habit of killing bums— people less likely to be missed by the public— was still predominate inside of him. Ignoring the fact that his clothes were littered with specks of drying scarlet, since there wasn’t much to be done about that, he left the alley and started his way down the street. Aimless, trying to recollect his thoughts.