Being Human || Levi & Simon
BV Summer Event | @bloodintolerant
Simon's in Lebanon because he has to be, or that's what he tells himself. Because there's Clave business and that's more important than steering clear of the corrupting power of a the oldest active Hellmouth in the world. It's stronger than the Hellmouth in Brooklyn, and with fewer baddies to feed off that power, it's like a white hot beacon to the undead. As much as he tries to keep his head on straight, to stay calm and gentle and live as human a life as he can, Simon's still a vampire.
Like the lure of all that supernatural energy isn't bad enough, when he rolled into Lebanon that morning with Jace and the Lightwoods, the town was in the middle of an all-out shindig. Catnip for a vampire. Crowds, sweaty bodies with hearts that pound so strong, the beat gets stuck in your head. In your teeth.
He's not going to hurt anyone. He's not like that, never was, but he’s made the mistake of getting too close to the Follies carnival. With it's whirring lights, it's calliope music. Cotton candy and popcorn on the damn wind and, frankly, he's weak. No, he won't hurt anyone, but no one would judge him harshly for wanting to be in the thick of it all. Pretending to be a real vampire, even if it's just for the night.
So, he's a little distracted. A little bit in his own head, drunk on the atmosphere and going through the motions of a hunt he has no plans to go through with when something in his peripherals catches his eye. Just a kid by himself, watching the fun and mayhem from the business end of the ticket booth, and then he's gone. If Simon were smart, he'd leave it alone but he can't, because there's something in the back of his mind that's nagging him to abandon that faux hunt and make sure that child's alright.
Simon's past the carnival, behind the tents where they're throwing out their days garbage when he finds the kid again. He pauses, then slowly walks towards the child, "Hey, hi there... I'm Simon. You looked kinda lost out there, I just wanted to make sure you were... oh god." and, props to Simon for his ability to take the Lord's name at all, after so much practice, but he's not thinking about that. His expression's pained and he crouches down, even though the kid's not particularly small, "You're one of those Nosferatu vamps, huh? Wow, I thought it was against the Accords to turn a kid. Do you need help? Is your sire-?" but he thinks better of that, corrects with a hard swallow, "Are you by yourself?"