#firstofeden

[deservinghell-blog]

Caution is a trait so deeply ingrained in Henry Sturges that even had the latent desire to end his miserable existence resurfaced, he wouldn’t know what to do with it. So of course, in the wake if his attack on Adam's new brood, he took all necessary precautions to lie low in Manhattan and wipe his trail clean.

But not even he can plan for every contingency.

For most of his life, Henry has operated on an irregular feeding schedule, stalking dark alleyways and satisfying his appetite by picking the scum of society out of the gutters. But since the early 20th century and the advent of blood storage, he's developed other options. Options that eliminate the need to kill for a meal.

In the time since then, he has whittled the entire feeding and blood storage operation down into the contents of a single locked and refrigerated security case. There are, of course, spares kept at his various properties. But because of whole blood's short shelf life, keeping the stuff in stock is tricky, and he usually only has one active case at a time.

It's midday, and he's in the process of shuttling his lunch back to the apartment on 66th by foot when, at a crosswalk, a bag-snatcher jumps him from behind and attempts to yank the case out of his hand. The shock on the man's face is immediately evident when not only does the case fail to budge an inch from Henry's side, but he realizes that his intended victim has caught him by the wrist with his free hand.

The vampire’s eyes dilate to an unnatural black as hunger fuels his irritation, and he very nearly subjects the would-be thief to a mouthful of fangs. As it is, the man still blanches, wriggling and striking out in an effort to free himself. Henry has an eye trained on his pulsing jugular when the shriek of brakes fills the intersection and a city bus strikes them both head-on.

The next few moments pass in sensory-overloaded blur as instinct drives Henry out of the gutter where he’d landed in a splash of human gore and down into the subway, before anyone can see his face. When reason returns, he finds himself still gripping the handle of his steel case. But there’s nothing left attached to it but twisted scrap.

Which is what ultimately finds him cursing all the way back home, to the one place on earth Adam knows where to look for him.

The plan is to sneak in and out with his kit before sundown. At best, it’s sloppy.

[deservinghell-blog]

Three days and no retaliation.

Perhaps I've overestimated your devotion to this new brood.

[meowkittysakura]

Oh, hello. Thanks for the follow back.

[m0thwitch-hasmoved-blog]

firstofeden liked your photoset: that awesome moment when the only...

adam what are you doing

what what what are you doing

[parabolicshot]

So Adam answered my question.

... brb, buying sterling silver flatware and jewelry and oh crap why did I park so far from the damn store during my midnight shift. D: Adam. Baby doll. You're scary. And I probably taste bad.

[deservinghell-blog]

Henry had not intended to allow Adam, after all these centuries, to pluck him from hiding so easily.

He knows he's being played. But for the first time in their long, bloody association, Adam has come for his errant progeny without a nation of demons at his back.

Facing his maker down, monster to monster, has an allure Henry doesn't especially care to analyze. So, despite the overwhelming stink of a baited trap, he makes ready late the next afternoon and goes.

The address is that of a high rise apartment buidling. He hardly considers the option of scaling the structure from the outside and entering through a window--even with darkness setting in over New England to provide cover, he prefers to take the stairs, risking bumping into any witnesses who might place him at the scene of an impending disaster.

At the door, he knocks.

[its-skadi]

Firstofeden started following you

Oh hoho...Well this is quite the surprise.

Hello Adam. How are you doing?