theoderich

20 (and one) he/his vampire. nbd

[theoderichm-blog]

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[trykiewitch-blog]

“You know like manky, or grotty- okay maybe not grotty- that’s- you don’t look bad,  just.” Patryk sighed unsure of how to describe it and way too focused on finding a good word, “Unwell? I guess, yeah.” She smiled at him, picking up her groceries  “I’m Patryk, nice to meet you too.”

Patryk shook her head “Nah, it’s good.” She didn’t actually feel like she did anything besides making sure he could stand up, there was nothing really worth thanking in her eyes. “The temptation was strong but I you know, I pulled through.” She smiled, bright expression “You sure you’re gunna be alright? You still look-er unwell.” She looked around them seeing if any other tourists were around,  “Why not stop at the- bloodbank is it?”

[theoderichm-blog]

Theoderich laughs to her synonyms— he got the gist of them, but, wow. Way to describe a word with other words he doesn’t know. He shrugs at her, hastily picking up the bags she hadn’t yet, trying to make himself useful— and to stick around her for a moment longer. The last time he talked to someone and didn’t feel completely lost and unsure of himself had been…. a while, at least. Before he came to Sumner, probably.

“Sorry, do you mind if I…?” He holds to groceries up, indicating wanting to help her. Not that she was carrying so much she needed help, though it made a good enough excuse. His eyebrows raised, started from her obvious recognition. Can everyone here tell he’s a vampire? Is it obvious, or some sort of acquired skill? “Oh, well, well— it’s empty. Apparently. Which seems pretty…. I should have realized that was a possibility to happen, you know? It’s just been a couple days, but. I’ll figure something out tomorrow mo—night, tomorrow night.”

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[thisbrutalbelle]

        “Well you’re going to wrong way, Erzebet’s is that way,” Bellamy said, pointing in the direction the boy had come from. She obviously knew where her own restaurant was and as far as she was aware it was the only place in town to get a blood doll who wasn’t working the street on her own. Bella’s blood dolls were tested regularly, had their diets watched as well as their intake of vampire blood for healing and their output for meals. Not only that but the security in Erzebet’s meant that no one died…and if someone did then the killer would be put down too. The only thing to happen to the resturant was a hunter attack on the place when the town was under attack by a myriad of them and that was the only occurrence, no humans had lost their lives, just vampires.

        Leaning down Bellamy picked up the remaining packages before she paused. “Wait, did someone open up a new blood doll diner?” Bella asked, stepping forward. “You know that’s so uncool, like you have an idea for something and it’s amazing and then people just fucking take your shit,” she continued before he could even answer, shaking her head. It was one thing to sell bagged blood at a bar to keep the vampires happy but a whole other thing to steal her idea…no matter how basic it was. To Bellamy it was like someone had entered her territory and she would need to defend it. Fortunately she hadn’t gone full blown angry yet, he hadn’t confirmed anything after all. “I even keep my place relatively cheap and still people are so rude.”

[theoderichm-blog]

“Well, ah, pardon— why only Erzebet’s—“ Bellamy kept talking, cutting off Theoderich’s question. She was certainly… interesting. It was fine and comfortable talking to her, though she seemed to be a bit erratic and certainly had an interesting aesthetic. He took in the fur coat again, and a small part of him missed home— not necessarily home itself, because it oddly never became something special until he got sick, but for the familiarity of that world. He had no idea what he was doing here. What was happening around him, or what anyone was talking about.

Theoderich’s mood dropped significantly, suddenly, the spikes that accompany not-eating. Great.

“I don’t think so— blood doll diner? There are…. Are you saying there’s a diner for blood- that you own? Oh.” Theoderich’s mind was reeling, a bit. This did make things a bit easier, didn’t it? He could even feel civilized again, maybe. He thought of himself, sitting at a table, alone, among a room full of vampires and realized that maybe it might not be the fun solution he thought at first. “As…. far as I’m aware, no one’s copied you. I’m just. New. Sorry for confusing you.”

[theoderichm-blog]

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[scarlettxruby]

Ruby watched as he sat up, shaking his head. He’d taken a hard fall, and she was mildly concerned he might have given himself a concussion. When she knelt down though, she didn’t see the first bruise or abrasion. Lucky guy, she thought. Ruby looked around. “Well, guess they ran off, hmm?” She didn’t see anyone nearby. A few people walking along the sidewalk, browsing the shops along the street, but no one that might have been the person he had been trying to speak to. 

Ruby stood when he did, helping him brush the gravel from his shirt. “I’m Ruby, by the way. Are you new here?” She couldn’t recall seeing him around town, although that wasn’t saying much. 

[theoderichm-blog]

“Suppose so,” he agrees, feeling a bit odd as she helped him knock off the gravel— nevertheless. She was being kind, is all. It’s a small town, he thinks to himself, people just… touch strangers more. He cringes at the idea. He hates this whole— night-walking thing. Curse? Probably. The trade of for, you know. Curing cancer and living forever.

“Oh! Nice to meet you, too.” He pushes his hand in front of her, used to formalities. “My name is Theoderich. Just Theo is fine, though. I’m, well, I am new- is it obvious?” he tongued at his still unfamiliar-fangs, felt his stomach pull. He did need to feed soon, probably. He didn’t really know how long he could go, taking pulls from the blood stored in bags whenever he felt an odd sort of peckishness- his hunger he felt primarily in his chest, not in his stomach, these days.

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[theoderichm-blog]

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[trykiewitch-blog]

Patryk knit her brows together as she observed him mulling on the ground. “I didn’t get the chance to record any of that, so no worries.” Surely he wasn’t listening at this point, a fact proven when he says as much. “That’s quite alri-” upon a closer look at is face, her expression dropped, replaced with a look of interest. “You’re looking a bit gammy.”

She tilted her head to the side as he recomposed himself. Vampire? Well, it wouldn’t have been her first guess had his fangs not been showing. He looked rather pathetic and it wasn’t like Patryk to just leave someone hanging just because. “Oh, no not at all.”  She smiled, reaching down and clasping his hand in hers. 

 Upon contact her brows shot up at the sudden recognition. Yeah, definitely vampire.  Back in England there were few supernaturals she interacted with, if at all. To say Sumner was a drastic departure would be nothing short of an understatement.  “Ohhh…” She glanced in the direction of where the stranger went, “Not your friend yet, right…” honestly she felt a bit slow for taking this long to figure it out.Well, no matter. She hoisted him up, his weight being much lighter than expected. “You alright to stand?”

[theoderichm-blog]

“Pardon, but what’s a gammy?” he asks with a grunt while the girl helps pull him up to his feet. “Oh, uh— My name’s Theo- nice to meet you.”

He felt better now, at least. There was less adrenaline than he remembered, after falls like that, now that he was a vampire. She had a pleasant accent, reminded him of some of his parent’s friends, from trips when he was too young to actually appreciate going abroad.

“I think I’ll be fine. Thanks for the help— and for not just, well, laughing.” He wipes his hands on his pants, shrugging as he goes.

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[ephrampettaline]

Rocking back a little bit on his heels, Ephram regards the young vampire for a few moments. There’s a tenseness to him that’s palpable, in his body language as well as that tone he’d gotten when he started talking, and that attitude makes Ephram wonder what it is. What his life experience had been before he got turned, to keep on being that way even in a town of other supernaturals and plenty of his own kind.

“Suit yourself,” Ephram shrugs finally. taking a long step back. Theo doesn’t like to be touched, that much he’s made clear. Physical contact is a natural for Ephram, an offshoot of Southern hospitality, but he won’t press the matter. He shoves his hands in his pockets and turns halfway, nodding in the other direction. “There’s a cheap blood place down yonder if you’re still lookin’. If you ain’t, then – good luck huntin’, Theo.”

[theoderichm-blog]

Theoderich’s shoulders settle lower on himself, feeling lucky Ephram decided to back off. Maybe if they’d met in the day— right, fat chance of that, he reminds himself sulkily. He has no idea whether he’s meant to feel that Ephram seemingly seemed to be well-intentioned after all, or indignant that he couldn’t be respectful of Theoderich wanted not to be bombarded by a stranger in a dark alley. Who know what people’s intentions are?

“Thanks,” he murmurs, frustrated. He hikes the hood on his jacket over his head and starts walking with purpose. Home. He’ll give it another go tomorrow, or look around for whatever “blood place” was around.

[theoderichm-blog]

when’s it gonna get me: in my sleep, several feet ahead of me?

Name | Theoderich Montgomery

Occupation | Part-Time Hotel Bell Hop / Front Desk, Student

Species | Vampire

Age | 20 and one year

Hometown | New York, New York

+++Natural Leader, Honest, Trusting /// --- Never listens to good advice, Coddled, Inexperienced

Biography |

Theoderich Montgomery is the name you expect from a vampire who’s going to tell you about watching France revolt and America come into existence, Hitler’s rise to power, seeing Kennedy’s assassination. Unfortunately, he hasn’t seen anything out of the ordinary yet. Sure, in seventy years, maybe, he can boast about Obama being elected, but truthfully, he was laughing in the back of his class while they watched the inauguration live. That was about a year before they found the cancer, anyways.

For Theoderich, things get blurry for a while, most historical events are in his periphery at best. He was in and out of hospitals for about four months before they figured out why he was losing so much weight, but it was too late by then. The Montgomery’s tried chemo anyways, since his they had the money to blow, but the only thing Theoderich got from that was a sick new hairstyle: thinning.

It isn’t that he’s flippant about the whole thing. It was a truly horrendous time; he was constantly in pain, he looked fucking terrible, and near the end there, he was pretty sure he’d have rather they hadn’t found the cancer, and he could’ve just ridden out those last six months crossing lines off a bucket list, maybe. Who cares about trial runs for drugs that his parents were essentially blackmailing to get him in? Who cares about an extra four years when it’s punctuated with no quality of life and an inability to bathe himself? He was pretty sure he was going to die every single day at the end anyways. It was a lot of lying in bed, breathing slowly, and vomiting bile into those blue hospital bags. His room smelled like hospice, a gross scent that was vaguely a combination of chemical cleaner, a hint mold, and a retirement home.

He doesn’t actually remember any part of his turning. His parents paid for his scape-goat from death. To this day, Theoderich isn’t sure of whether he should be grateful. He can’t quite wrap his head around it yet. He doesn’t know who sired him, in any case, and he sure does hope that doesn’t come back to bite him.

Things were rocky after he was turned. His parents were trying to work it out for him, to keep him home, to try and explain his sudden comeback from stage IV terminal stomach cancer. It didn’t work out: Theoderich, more than anything, was in shock and lashing out constantly, and he didn’t want to live at home, didn’t want to live with them, and didn’t know if he wanted to be alive at all after what had happened, for a little while.

When they found Sumner, they found their solution. Theoderich was allowed to go there with a stipend per month and rent covered, so long as he still sought employment and he was required to pursue his education. Now, Theoderich’s only just settled in, just over his first year anniversary of being a vampire (which he has such minimal knowledge of that he’s worried how he’s actually meant to survive), overall absolutely reeling from living on his own for the first time, trying to sign up for a GED course, and not knowing a soul (vessel?) in this place.

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Theoderich hates more than most anything that withdrawal from feeding gives him the same nausea that chemotherapy used to.

He really, really wants friends. Which isn’t to say that he’s desperate, more just that when your friends stop visiting you because you’ve been living in a deathbed for over a year, and they’re busy having a Life in College, it gets a bit lonely.

Alright. He’s kind of desperate for friendship.

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[thisbrutalbelle]

         Bellamy frowned a little when he coughed not able to imagine why he would need to. Since he didn’t seem to come up with any excused about it like having a cold or the plague she decided she would leave it be. As much as how vampires were tended to bug her she didn’t think she was about to get up in arms because the guy had coughed without necessity. Perhaps it had been just touching her that unsettled him, she was cold after all and while she thought it would only upset humans and other warm blooded creatures she didn’t think it was so off a vampire might not like it.

         “For me it was wonderful,” she answered when he apologised, grin still on her face. Unlike the slender male before her Bellamy was not shy, no chance of her stumbling over her words like that. Least not in this setting. “I don’t need help,” Bellamy said since she had obviously been carrying them on her own before. “I would like help if you’re offering though it kind of seems like you need help. Normally I trip on like branches, roots of trees and stuff like that in the woods, I mean, you were running on flat ground, what on Earth did you trip on? Why were you even running so quickly?” Bellamy questioned. Her own manners were nonexistant which was why she still hadn’t shared her name or asked for his. Half the time Bellamy just assumed people knew who she was based on the poster up and around for her restaurant Erzebet’s and her spa Antoinette’s where she was the model. Bellamy Barnes considered herself famous…town famous which obviously meant very few people recognised her but it was enough to give her a big head about it.

[theoderichm-blog]

Theoderich let a short laugh escape at her frankness. There was an oddly looming sense off calm about him, a strange blanketed feeling, that he chose to ignore— the woman in front of him was eccentric, certainly, but there was a sense of familiarity, somehow. He chalked it up the jewels on her fingers, mixing in the back of his head with the parents at his private high schools, the rings and accessories the girl students got written up for wearing whenever the principle walked past them in the hallways.

“I— I, well.” He paused, taking his time to scrape his hands off on his pants to get the dirt off them, his face contorting from the sensation of his scrapes being rubbed further. “I just- lost balance. I was trying to meet a friend. For dinner. I’m late.” He did what he could to sound sure of himself. It was funny, anyways, for himself. There was a part of him wanting to be honest, but a larger part of him wanting to save face, no matter how much her presence felt more like he might as well just come out with the truth. He shrugged at her, what can you do, and leaned down to start picking up some of her boxes off the ground.

[theoderichm-blog]

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[scarlettxruby]

Ruby had just crossed the street on the way from the local boutique. Since the weather was getting warmer, she’d wanted a few new dresses for work, both upstairs and down. She tended to lean towards the more revealing clothes on her Blood Doll shifts, because most clients would be wanting to drink her blood, and she wanted them to have easy access to all parts of her. The dresses with more coverage were worn downstairs when she worked as a waitress, though they still stayed in the dress code of Erzebet’s.

Her phone beeped, and she looked down. It was just a reminder of her shift tonight at eleven. She knew that already, but liked to make sure she wasn’t late. Ruby could be forgetful. And she really loved her job. It was fun, and it paid well. And she didn’t want to disrespect Bellamy by showing up anything other than on time. 

When she nearly fell over someone as they literally skidded across the street in front of her, Ruby cursed. But then she sighed. “Are you alright?” stooping down to look into the man’s face. 

[theoderichm-blog]

Theoderich groans on the ground, lifting onto his hands with a grimace of pain from the stray debris in the street digging into his still-cut hands, mending at a rate faster than he’s used to but still too slow to be grateful for. He’s dazed from the knock to his head, taking a moment to shake slowly, blinking hard and letting everything settle back to normal. He’s finally sitting up when he hears shoes clicking their way to him.

“Well, I’ve been better,” he says, honestly. “I— well.” He has the sense of mind to feel embarrassed at planting into the asphalt, though of late it feels familiar- making a fool of himself, and having no idea how to actually do anything. An awful change of pace, though Theoderich didn’t have much frame of reference for how he normally acted after since age sixteen. “I was trying to… say hi to a friend,” he says weakly. It’s a sorry excuse for a cover, though Theoderich didn’t know what he could and could not say, these days. Theoderich supports himself with his hands while he stands, wincing all the while and letting his balance settle back in.

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[ephrampettaline]

“Erzebet’s does run pretty high if you ain’t got much money.” Ephram nodded, stepping forward to close some of the distance that Theo had put between them. “Fortunately, Sumner bein’ Sumner, there’s plenty of places to get harvested blood for more reasonable prices. And animals around if you can get by on that blood instead of human for a while.” He gave Theo a grin that was almost sympathetic, saying, “But you’d rather start to feel what it’s like to drink human blood, wouldn’t you? Since you’s a young’un and all. Gotta get rid of your milk teeth somehow.”

Ephram stepped closer still and reached out to take firm, gentle hold of Theo’s pointed chin in one big hand, tipping his head up to inspect the raw red scrapes along his otherwise smooth face. “You’ll need some blood if that’s gonna heal up,” he observed. “Human blood, I reckon. If you ain’t got your sea legs for huntin’ tourists yet, there’s plenty of folks in town who don’t mind donatin’ a pint or two here and there. For vampires in need.”

[theoderichm-blog]

Theoderich is uncomfortable, consistently keeping away and stepping back from Ephram until he feels the wall a hair’s breadth from his shoulders. He stands, tense, waiting for his monologue to finish so he can make an excuse to run off. Maybe people are just fucking crazy in Sumner and no one knows the concept of personal space, but he grew up with a lot of it, and it only ever was bad news when it was violated.

“I’d rather—“ he starts, a familiar snooty tone slipping in to his words, when Ephram reaches out and touches him. Anger settles deep in his chest, his nostrils flare while Ephram’s hand is on his skin. Theoderich knocks his arm away gruffly, the moment he refers to him as a vampire in need. He is, but Ephram is rubbing him wrong in every possible direction.

“I can find them myself, then.” He isn’t quite foolish enough to turn his back and walk away, though he stands his ground and stares at Ephram, eyes narrowed. “I’ll be fine on my own, now, thanks.”

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[ephrampettaline]

A strong hand clasped Theoderich’s upper arm, hauling him effortlessly back to his feet. “What’re you, new to huntin’? You don’t gotta run after em like that, not here.” Ephram dusted the kid off, grinning; with his witch powers he’d been able to tell that the kid was a vampire by touching him. A real young one, too, it seemed. “Not that I’m some expert on vamp hunting methods, but there’s gotta be a better way to do it than gettin’ road rash when you wipe out.” 

Sticking out his hand, he said, “Name’s Ephram. I’m a witch, in case that makes any difference. He tilted his head up, regarding Theoderich through narrowed blue eyes down the length of his long nose, and said, “You need to hunt? Or would you be all right with drinkin’ previously-harvested blood? If you got money you could to to Erzebet’s and hire yourself a blood doll.” He grinned. “My best friend owns the place but that ain’t the reason I’m shillin’ it, honest.”

[theoderichm-blog]

Theoderich felt his body leave the ground without him, head spinning with his sense of balance now completely thrown, leaning heavily on the very-strong stranger. If it could, his heart would be beating furiously against his ribcage, his sense of fear only vaguely active from how quickly everything was happening, and from being manhandled by a stranger on the street. “Ironic,” he says softly to himself, not in the sense of mind to actually keep his thoughts in, trying to follow along his company’s words.

He was speaking fast, and Theoderich took his opportunity to pull a good few feet away from the stranger, wobbling until steady, feet planted securely. His face stung, his hands felt raw, and now he was annoyed on top of being embarrassed. Who is so brash to someone who just ate asphalt?

“I’m Theo,” he said, brusquely, patting himself down as if there weren’t a ringing in his ears and a sinking feeling in his stomach. It took a half a minute to realize Ephram was offering him decent advice. Ah, shit. “I’m— I’m fine for now, thank you. Well, I’m still-  that isn’t an awful suggestion. Thank you.” He smiled back at him, a tug to his lips an apology. “Well. Harvested blood has been alright for me so far. I’m not sure… I don’t mean to…” He swallowed his pride, “I’m new,” he left out the ‘to all of this’ sitting behind his teeth, “and I’m not quite sure I make enough for that.” He wasn’t about to ask his parents for more money. It already felt like a leash, the allowance showing up in his checking account every month.

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[trykiewitch-blog]

Since Patryk spent most of the going to class, going around town, just getting used to life in Sumner, she would forget to do certain important things until late at night. Like grocery shopping. She never did much of her own groceries back home, so this was one of the harder habits to get into. After arriving home exhausted and unwilling to do anything, the last thing she wanted to find was an empty fridge, but so it was. 

With bags filled with groceries in one hand and phone in the other, Patryk was just on her way back from main street. She kept her eyes locked on her phone the whole time, never bothering to look away until she heard footsteps coming towards her.  She look up just in time to see someone rush pass her and the end of what could possibly be the fall of the year. Damn. She really wished she had snapchat open just then. “Oh my God.” Putting her phone away she swiftly took his side.

Placing her groceries down and squatting down beside him, Patryk eyed the stranger quizzically, a smirk playing at her lips. “You alright down there? Bet your face is a right mess.” She glanced up; the other person was completely out of sight. “Guessing they weren’t your friend then huh.”

[theoderichm-blog]

Theoderich rolled over onto his back, his hands pressed to his face, an automatic reaction to bay the short burst of pain he let roll out. He wondered briefly if, however long he lives, his body will rewire itself, or if even centuries can’t erase years and generations of imbedded knowledge.

While vaguely cognizant of someone next to him, the tinnitus he’d dealing with for the last day-and-a-half elevated to a temporary roar drowning out their voice, only able to tune in for the last half.

After a moment to collect himself (and gather his courage because this was one of the most embarrassing thing’s he’s ever done, and he’d had a nurse help him to the bathroom for a straight year), he took a deep breath in, set his hands on his stomach, and let the the air leave his lungs slowly.

“I’m very— ah, sorry, but I didn’t catch all that.” He shrugged as best one can when they’re lying on asphalt, trying his best to look comfortable with making a fool of himself. “But, well, not my friend. Yet, anyways.” Anyone I get to feed from is a friend in my books, he thought to himself, realizing a second late he hadn’t actually retracted his fangs. Idiot. Well, ah. He rolls his head to the side, regretting it the moment he realizes he’s going to have to wash his hair that night, spying  a horde of bags next to the girl. Hopefully a local, in that case. His lips cover his teeth while he retracts his fangs, still not entirely used to it- it’s a novelty, even after a year.

“Do you, do you mind?” he holds his hand out, sitting half-up, balanced on his elbow and looking up at them with a face full of regret before wincing and settling on a blank smile, holding to his request for help. Theoderich forgot too often he was on his own now, too bent on trusting everyone with his life after almost half a decade of it, no matter how much he reminded himself he technically held the same potential danger to others, now.

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[thisbrutalbelle]

       Bellamy might not have been the best vampire. She was certainly the coolest vampire that she knew but definitely not the best. She tripped when she ran too quickly and wasn’t on stable ground, she tended to be a bit ignorant of her surroundings making it very easy to creep up on her and while her sense of smell was good her sight needed a lot of work. So when she suddenly saw someone crash into the ground she practically fell over with laughter. The idea someone could be as clumsy and bad at this as she still was after two years made her feel very secure in herself.

       Arms full of packages from the post office and a large fur coat on Bellamy walked steadily over in ridiculous heels. She looked like Cruella De Vil’s teenage daughter though she smiled with no concern for how it distorted her features, making her pallid cheeks puff up and her usually pink lips go white as they pulled over her teeth. Looks meant a fair amount to Bellamy but expression was another thing. Bellamy was shameless when it came to expression her feelings and her reactions. Everything was so natural there. When she was being moody her lips would purse and when she was unsure she would suck on the flesh behind her bottom lip. To Bellamy emotion needed to lack shame.

        “That was classic!” Bellamy said as she finished crossing the road to reach the vampire. Looking at him on the ground as he seemed to awkwardly begin licking his teeth within his mouth. “Seriously, I do that all the time, I didn’t know it looked so funny,” she said, dropping the myriad of boxes she had in her tiny arms, little hands sitting out of the huge fur coat showing off long black false nails and too much Cartier for one girl. The boxes themselves didn’t make a lot of noise, they were all filled with either clothes or shoes so only rumbled a little as they landed beside him and in front of her. “You should get up though,” Bellamy said, holding out one of her cold hands.

[theoderichm-blog]

Theoderich’s stomach teamed when laughter rang out in the alley, a combination of shame and knee-jerk fear. He bit back his groans as he pulled himself off the ground, leaning first on his hands, skin rubbed absolutely raw, making him wince. Will my skin even….right, he thought, staring at his hand already slowly mending while he sat up, dazed from the sudden fall.

Fucking weird. He finally took a look around the alley, fangs retracing up and up into his gums, tonguing at them as they went. He was immediately defensive — a small woman, pale as ever, with heels and a fur coat meant trouble before he was… vampiric. Normally they were a bit older, their noses upturned and lips filled to bursting, but considering he had no idea what yet to look out for, he figured his old rules would be standard for now.

“Well,” he said, just to fill space, absolutely baffled. One of the first people he meets, and he couldn’t even have the luck to meet them on equal footing. “Well— hello.” The scene in front of him was baffling, boxes falling around them while the small woman reached out to help him up, impeccably balanced on a pair of high heels he could only guess should be impeding her in some way. He grasped her hand, her nails digging into him as he pulled himself up slowly. She was sturdy, and wasn’t warm in spite of her massive, figure-engulfing coat. Right.

He coughed, not out of necessity, but a reason to pull his hand away, covering his mouth before sheathing them into his jacket pockets, cutting off the urge to fidget.

“I, ah…. I’m sorry you had to see that. For my sake, anyways.” The most he could do is try to seem composed. “Are you- sorry. Rather- do you need… help?” he gestures vaguely to the boxes around them, his jacket pointing towards them, manners already out the window from his fluster.

[theoderichm-blog]

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When he came to Sumner, Theoderich was under the impression that there would be a blood bank option- and there was, of course. He just wasn’t really cognizant that blood banks could run dry. Busy season, maybe. In any case… He was going on day two without blood, and all he hoped to do was get ahead of that awful, bone-sinking nausea that sets in on day three.

It felt incredibly cliché to say that Theoderich was nervous. It was true, but still. It was his first…hunt? Can it be called a hunt, when you aren’t really trying to… bring something down?

“Just sink in your teeth and run,” he says quietly, to himself, bouncing lightly on his heels to work up to it. He’d realized early on at home that he wouldn’t have much idea what to do if he had to feed organically. He didn’t actually have a mentor to show him how this whole thing worked (is it alright to actually sink in your teeth so close to the jugular? And they don’t HAVE to die if they’re bitten? Can he just nick open their shoulder, have a sip and run; how much blood does he need to actually survive? How does this work at all?), which turned out to be the downside in paying money in exchange for vampirism. The price runs high, and he could always- he could call his parents. They could send money, knowing them they might just find some obscure, expensive blood delivery service. He wasn’t going to, but it was an option.

No. He could do this.

With concentration, his fangs detracted, and he bared them experimentally while a tourist walked by, headed away from the hotel he worked at. When they were a good ten feet ahead, he took off after them, starting to just break into a run, feeling adrenaline hit him full force when his foot caught a pebble and he skidded face first across the ground.

He groans, lowly, grateful he didn’t chip a tooth. His tongue poked around, making sure his fangs were still fangs. Alright, he thought to himself. That went well.

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