WHEN: June 16, 2023 WHERE: Obsidian City, near St. Asclepius WHO: @whatisbloodworth
Alexander was achingly thirsty after spending the better part of an afternoon and evening in the hospital with all its open veins and transfusions. Shortages in supply kept the cafeteria from selling blood to visitors at the moment, but the sign-in process to gain access into the private wing his mother was isolated in---an obstacle no double intentionally placed by his father to deter Alexander visiting---meant he neglected day after day to drag himself away and to the blood bank even when the pains of hunger set in.
The night air, salty and damp, was doing him good from the sidewalk he stalked until a gust of wind pushed a rich scent his way, tickling his nose and all the way down the back of his throat where it lingered.
Before he thought about moving he was already behind the man, fangs bared. It was late night, the streets were scarce of eyes and it would be over before the stranger even knew it began. Only it wasn’t a stranger. Alexander recognized Oumar just in time.
Politely, he put his fangs safely away behind a closed-lip smile. “Oumar!” he exclaimed, stepping out in front of the man. “Is that you? My God, I hardly recognized you.” It had been some time, he supposed. “It’s good to see you. I’m desperate for a drink. Join me!” He winked. “I’m paying.” It was the least he could do for almost ripping his neck open in the middle of the city.