stella

[jaymes-alpha]

Jaymes hummed to herself as her fingers danced over record after record. She was in search of something specific. She had broken hers and needed a replacement. The weeks locked in her apartment, except for Alpha duties, Jaymes had spoken to no one. The only alpha duty she had shirked had been the council meetings. There was nothing she wanted from any of them. Nothing the pack needed. The Alpha would attend when only the pack needed something. She refused to see that red hair or find her smell leeched into Jaymes’ clothing. It was a road she couldn’t bare right now. 

Her fingers had frozen over the box of records and Jaymes had been blankly staring at a Frank Sinatra record for who knew how long. She noticed a presence behind her. Without looking behind her she muttered, “sorry I’ll be out of your way in just a second.”

[martyrstella-blog]

Stella herself was in search of some music. After waitressing for a few months now, she managed to save up enough tips to treat herself. Instead of blowing it all on blood that she would binge in a day, she decided it could be nice to get a player and a few records. 

She smiled over at Jaymes and shrugged her shoulders. “No worries. I have no idea what I’m doing anyway.” She admits and glances around the shop as if it would somehow guide her to an answer. “Any recommendations?” 

[beaukovac-blog]

Beau Kovac was a somewhat patient person. He’d had to be. He’d had years to perfect it when it came to controlling his hunger and when it came to learning to tolerate people in general but today was not one of those days. 

He didn’t know what it was like for others but to him the withdrawal was wild. It triggered a domino effect of symptoms. Primal instincts kicking in, his senses becoming even sharper, his body practically rattling; they were all key indication that he’d went too long without visiting the blood bank. The constant calling for red that repeated itself in his head was almost like a mantra. His famous temper creeping to the surface allowed him to judge that he was close enough to a rampage that landed him with the title of The Upir King. With his patience at an all time low and his hunger at an all time high he had to clock out from the clinic early and made a beeline straight to the blood bank. “Fuck…” he hissed to himself as he finished up a smoke and heard footsteps approaching him “Eh…look…it’s not a good time to be around me right now. Can you let me get in there first and then I’m all yours for whatever you want to talk about”

[martyrstella-blog]

Stella sprinted to the blood bank eagerly. She ran out of her packs early this week thanks to stress binging over speaking to her brother again. And, she didn’t get her paycheck in the mail until this morning, so she was without food too long for comfort. Though this did not compare to the pain of being starved for months by the government, and for that perspective alone she was able to calm down the dramatics.

She glanced over at the person by the door, who seemingly worked at the hospital based on his comment. She could sense easily that he was a vampire, based on the lack of heartbeat alone. Not to mention the pale skin and cranky demeanor. 

Stella chuckled a bit at his words, then raised a brow at the cigarette in his hand. “Does that even work for you? Or is it just an old human habit?” She asked curiously, ignoring his request to leave him alone. She of course kept some of her foolish human rituals too, like taking baths and laying in bed.

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railene-g‌:

Rai’s eyes followed Stella’s hand and she stared at it as it rest on her shoulder. How long had it been since someone casually touched her? She missed it. “Then don’t let me slaughter this town.”

Stella dropped her hand from Rai’s shoulder and chuckled at her comment. “I will certainly not let that happen. If there are any casualties, it will just be my brother.” She says the words with a grin.

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“Just tell me this really does get easier.” Rai looked over at Stella, a little desperation on her face.

“It does.” She says without hesitation, her hand moving to rest onto the girl’s shoulder comfortingly. It was an instinct of Stella’s to nurture others, and that hadn’t changed after she turned. “You’ll get past this part soon, and then... you’ll feel amazing. Trust me.” She gives her a reassuring smile.

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With a sigh Rai met Stella’s eyes, “Let’s do it then. I’steve been called masochist before. Let’s see how true that is.’

“Alright.” She nods. “Let me know which week you manage to get off from work. In the meantime, I’ll track down Stark.”

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This world couldn’t be smaller if Rai had planned it that way. “I wouldn’t say I know him by any means.” She hesitated, “I met him like one time. But if I’m gonna be in a rage for a week he’s gonna lose some fingers.” Amoung other things, she tacked on silently. Rage was a hard emotion for her, it didn’t happen often so she never knew how to control it. “They’re the real lucky ones.”

Stella laughed at the thought of Railene chomping off one of Stark’s fingers. She would pay to see that. “Honestly, I’d serve his whole arm to you if I could.” She says through a grin, but then it falters at the rest of her statement. She missed her people more than anything, but of course she wouldn’t have done any of it differently. It was better that she was trapped in here and they were free. “Yes, they certainly are.”

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None of this was going to be pleasant. Railene couldn’t imagine anything worse until Stella mentioned her brother by name. The sound of her teeth snapping together was loud in her own ears. “You don’t know anyone else?”

Stella watched her coworkers reaction to the name with a raised brow. Clearly, somehow, he had left a negative impression on the girl. She wondered silently if it was because of the murdering spree broadcast in the news or perhaps just an unpleasant interaction with the snarky vampire. “Oh, lucky you. You know my brother?” She can’t help from laughing as she asked the question. “And no. All the vampires I know and trust are somewhere else, safe. Not here.”

[martyrstella-blog]

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A heavy sigh rushed out of her nose. That didn’t sound like anything she wanted to do. But then again, getting of the blood lust was something she was willing to die for. “Sign me up.”

“Great. It’s almost always successful. I’ve only had a couple out of all the newborns in my coven that it didn’t work for. Your odds are pretty good. It hurts like Hell and you’ll hate me when it’s happening, but afterwards it should make your thirst manageable.” She explains the process with a nod. “I’ll track down my brother, Stark, and make sure he’s fit to help.”

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“I mean honestly, the more we talk the more this seems like I’m joining an occult.” Rai raised her eyebrows not sure how to feel about the whole thing. “But if you trust him sure whatever helps.”

“No, nothing that fun.” She chuckles as she says the words. “Essentially, you just go cold-turkey. No blood for about a week. We watch you to make sure you don’t go killing anything with a pulse until eventually the hunger breaks. You straddle the line of starvation. Then you feed. Then, with any luck, your newborn cravings will be gone.”

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The sigh made Rai wonder if all vampires had some shitty sibling story, not even considering that Stella could be the sister she had been told about. “Well that doesn’t sound promising..” Railene’s eyes scanned Stella’s face trying to figure out how bad of an idea this was.

“Yes, well. He may be our only option.” She admits honestly with another sigh. “He should be able to help. The job is simple enough, you just will need a baby-sitter every second of every day. He should be competent enough for that. We can talk to him, if you want.”

[martyrstella-blog]

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The was a burn under her skin, like the feeling Kahlua gave off as it crept through her veins when she was human, but there was never any release from the fire. It made her bones ache and when it grew it made her vision blurry. Railene would have given anything to make it stop most days, today was no different. Her complete lack of socializing since getting here was about to bite her in the ass. “I only know my brother really and he’s not here.”

Stella sighed heavily as the word ‘brother’ left Rai’s mouth. She silently considered whether or not her own brother could be an option. For one, she hadn’t seen him in years yet her loathing never really wore off. Secondly, he wasn’t the most reliable person. Still, she wasn’t selfish enough to not at least mention the possibility. It would be up to Railene to decide. “I know a vampire here. Kind of. I knew him. It has been a long while. I’m not really his biggest fan either, but...”

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“I mean. I’ve never even bitten a human so it’s safe to say I’m handling this bloodthirsty rage very well.” The grin on her face forced and sarcastic. “Yeah I’m a little afraid I’m about to go really, really wrong behind this fence.”

Stella chuckles though she feels a faint bit of sadness. She wants more than anything to help the girl, but the only way she knew how was reckless at best. That didn’t stop her from trying to make it happen, though. “How about this? If you can find another vampire willing to help, we can try it. You’d also need about a week off from work. It wouldn’t be much of a vacation, though.”

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Rai sucked in a sharp breath, watching the other zip off. It still hadn’t sunk in that Rai could do the same thing Stella could, the quickness still surprised her. “Ah that makes way more sense.”Rubbing at her eyes Rai sighed then laughed, “When am I not?”

“I’ve coaxed a handful of newborns out of their bloodthirsty rage in my day.” She admits as she steps outside and holds the door open for Rai. “I’m not sure it would be safe to go about that process here, though. When it goes wrong it goes like, really, really wrong.”

[railene-g]

Railene drummed her finger against table’s edge, she felt so pent up and on edge all of the time now. It sucked. The hunger had taken her brain and turned it into an addict, she couldn’t wait for the whole being a newborn thing to come to an end. One of the few humans in town was in the bar and the only thought in Rai’s head. 

She had to go, her shift was over and the bar would be closing soon anyways. Almost biting through her bottom lip in frustration, Rai dart through the bodies between her and the door. The cold air was welcome on her face as she held the door open for someone who was walking in. “You’ll wanna grab a drink quick. Last call is coming up pretty quick.” She offered the advice with a grin.

[martyrstella-blog]

Stella chuckles softly at the familiar voice, glancing up from her long brown hair to reveal her identity. “Just me.” She assures and sprints past Railene, into their back office, and back again. “Forgot to pick up my paycheck.” She explains with a shrug.

She pauses in the doorway and looks over at the girl’s expression. She could recognize that face anywhere. Many weary newborn vampires had come to her coven seeking help. “Thirsty?” She asks though she already knows the answer.

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The fire in her throat was an inferno, oh god she was so hungry. She rubbed at her eyes then grinned, “That sounds filling.” Was the best she could come up with, “Yeah I can 100% imagine why that would be an easy accident.” She thought about the blood she had in the minifridge in the break room. That wasn’t going to help and she knew it. It was frustrating beyond all belief. “So how do you handle only getting bags?”

“Honestly?” Stella frowns and leans back into her chair. “I don’t handle it. I haven’t had a chance to handle it or not. I just got here, like, a week ago? I don’t even know how much time has passed since I got arrested.” She lifts an arm up to rub at her temple. “I’ll figure something out, though. For my sake and everyone else’s here. I refuse to accept that this is how we’ll live until the American government inevitably falls apart.”

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Railene chuckled, she had no idea what drinking from a human would actually do for her. She would have dreamed about it if she could though. Some days it consumed her thoughts. “Is it weird to ask you what that’s like?” It probably was and she still wanted an answer. Even as a human Rai had never had a filter. 

“Not weird at all.” She assures with a shake of the head. “It’s just like humans asking each other what a certain meal tastes like.” Stella reminds the fellow vampire before considering how to explain the taste of fresh human blood. “It’s much warmer, but not too warm. Usually, you can taste their adrenaline. It adds more flavor. Other factors also change the taste. Women are typically sweeter than men. Smokers taste charred.” She shrugs her shoulders. “As for the psychical sensation... it’s best compared to an orgasm, really. Your whole body tingles in bliss.” She pauses, then goes on. “It makes you understand why some vampires can’t control themselves. It’s easy to drain someone completely dry without even realizing. That’s why it’s never smart to feed on a human alone.”

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The woman’s demeanor changed quickly, it was a relief. Railene settled back into her chair and grinned. “Well Stella I can certainly say it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The red head laughed, “Can this meeting be about where in the hell we’re gonna get food after our shifts? Because I am so hungry.” The words were followed by a small sigh, everything felt like she was on fire. It was frustrating to say the least.

“Ugh.” Stella grunted at the thought of having to feed as she leans back into the wooden chair. “I’m so pissed there aren’t any humans here with vamp fetishes. It tastes like the real thing, they enjoy themselves, and no one gets hurt. But no, we get a stupid blood bank with Ziplocs full of cold plasma mixed with a side of bullshit.” She huffs. “I shouldn’t even be complaining, fuck. Like, a month ago I would have cried actual tears of joy for those shitty little packs of blood.”