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((BreakingCharacter: I just realized that by the nature of a vampire's feeding habits, the "victim's" blood cells would be running through their veins, even if for only a little bit. So then does that mean, for a while, the predator and the prey are--
--blood related?))
Facing the Demon; Embracing Death
The restaurant was closed and locked tight, but that meant nothing to someone of his strength. Claws were already out, literally scrapping against the red brick with the internal war against his conscience. One week. No food. Barely any water. No blood. It only made sense his control couldn't last. It was just one guy. In the wrong place at the wrong time. Middle of the night. Almost dead quiet. Just a young man walking a little too far to the right of the walkway. Steps slow and lazy and wobbly. Heart rate steady, whetting the appetite. Wasn't paying attention, too focused on his phone. Passing in and out of the light of the street lamps without a care in the world. Not even noticing the short kid in a dark hoodie leaning up against the corner of the building with a quivering hand over his pale mouth. Not as sunken yellow eyes began to glow orange with voracious yearning behind his sunglasses. He was just. So. Damn. Perfect.
The pedestrian was too startled to even scream as the clawed hand grabbed his jaw. A yank from his jaw, a shove on his lower back to swing him around the corner into the alley. Momentum more than brute strength thrust him to his knees against the side of the restaurant's dumpster with an almost thunderous clap. The collision of the victim's brow bone would have bounced the skull back of not for the force against his jaw. The assaulter pressed his knee into his back to replace his hand, and caught one of the flailing limbs, but not before his claws scrapped against skin. The attacker yanked the victim's head back against his chest, forcing him to look at the face of his assaulter upside down.
His breath was rank, like old blood, and gag-inducing. Skin was pale, eyes fierce and red as they bore into the eyes of his victim over the rim of his shades. Through the shadows in the black of night, it was more apparent than ever that what held him was nothing more than a demon. And then a deep, unmistakable growl shook the very bones of his body. "S t o p." He commanded.
His hands were cold iron. Freezing and unyielding. Claws on his wrist sliced into the soft pale skin of the prey's forearm. The hand grasping his jaw craned his head to the side, letting cold air bite into his skin. And then let four needle-like points chomp into his throat, right into his artery.
The first puncture was a spurt, leaving some blood to escape before he could encompass his lips around the wound. Two drops trickled down to disappear into the shirt. Like a drinking fountain just released. It was not until after seven gulps he needed to actually suck. For a wound one did not normally "feel" the bleeding of a wound. But in this case, the victim could feel the distinct pull of blood from his veins. The razor knives in his muscle ensured his lack of movement. Even a single budge sent shots of pain through him.
Yet after what couldn't have been more than three minutes, (granted, a very long and tormenting three minutes) the monster carefully retracted his fangs from the skin. He sighed shakily in satisfaction, breath ghosting over the vulnerable skin. The wound leaked, and compelled him to lap it, like a dog tending it's own wound. It numbed the wound and cleaned the blood free, before beginning the rate of accelerated healing. Once finished, the voice was still low, resonating through his victim with the lace of a growl. "Drink some water. Eat something sweet. Go home to your family. You'll be okay. Just eat some more garlic from now on. That'll keep things like us away."
Bringing arm in his hand to his mouth, he swiped the trail of blood with his tongue, and briefly sucked the puncture marks. They too began to heal over, clearing away the final evidence to the true nature of the attacker. Though there was nothing he could do about the resulting bruise from the collision. He finally released the wrist, and straightened, pulling his hand away from the victim's mouth as he wiped at his own. He turned on his heel and walked away. But not before murmuring a quiet "I'm sorry." for the victim still paralyzed in terror.
Sora: So... you're Ventus. I've heard a lot about you. Riku talks about you aaaaall the time.
Ventus: Oh, thanks. Riku's told me a lot about you too.
Sora: Did he tell you I was a demon?
Ven: ...Uh, no, he failed to mention that.
Sora: I'm pretty strong too. Actually lifted a bus once.
Ven: Oh that's... cool.
Sora: Comes in handy when I wanna protect my friends and all.
Ven: Yeah, sure, cool story bro.
Sora: ...
Ven: ...
Sora: ... You break his heart, I break your leg.
Riku: SORA, LEAVE MY BOYFRIEND ALONE!
Sora: I'M JUST LOOKING OUT FOR YOU, RIKU! YOU KNOW ME AND KAIRI WORRY ABOUT YOU!
Riku: *YOU'RE* THE ONE WE SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT!
Ven: I think I'll come back later.
"We have four hours before she's here, Ven. What are we doing?"
shutterblond replied to your post:shutterblond replied to...
//whoop! lets see what we can work out over there~
{Oh-ho~ So what's your Kairi's URL?}
shutterblond replied to your post:shutterblond replied to...
//Well both are AU and Namine is demisexual sooooo. Maybe I’m not much help after all idk I’m sorry
I could do some AU with a Kairi. If you're down with that.
shutterblond replied to your post:shutterblond said: //pfff I’ve also got Kairi and...
//nope separate blogs for both ^^; but we could do a thing on skype?
Maybe, but I'd be okay with either Kairi or Nami on here.
Movie Night
My muse is trying their best with the plot but doesn’t quite get it
He would learn to not let Ven pick out the movies the two watched, especially if it was something Riku himself had yet to watch, which in all honesty was a lot of films. The silveret wasn't one for movies, but Ven seemed to enjoy them, so he managed the mostly silent hour and a half for the enjoyment of his boyfriend. In the end, it was worth it.
Except for today.
Teal eyes blinked, undyed blond brows pulling together as his head turned, thin lips parting. "Okay, what happened?" The question presented itself, yet again, and more then likely not for the last time. Riku was trying, he really was, and he was almost positive that it was a good piece of work. If he could understand it, that is.
He wasn't sure of the blond's fascination with foreign films, but Riku wasn't one to smother what someone else liked. However, that didn't stop him from asking questions.
"Didn't she die?"
"What? No, that was her sister in a flashback."
"Wait, so the killer was never real?"
"He was, but he died. His spirit is controlling a body that isn't his."
".........So dropping the lighter was important?"
"Yes, Riku."
A soft sigh and he was running his fingers through pulled back hair, tugging lightly on his own ponytail. This was beginning to give him a headache, but the way Ven leaned against him, the blonds' head against his chest, it made the evening worth. So Riku endured, focusing on the film as best he could, a single arm around his love, watching the credits roll at the end. Before he could speak, the movie was starting over, teal eyes widening before turning to his boyfriend, being met with a smile.
"I'll explain it this time, okay?"
The words settled for a moment before Riku chuckled, nodding as he relaxed against the couch. "Alright."
