Author Topic: Thirst (Read 19175 times)

skeggsismad · « **on:** August 03, 2012, 04:56:11 PM »

“No way. I don’t think you can do it,” Thomas insisted, his disbelief evident by his facial expression. He was a Caucasian man in his early twenties, casual brown hair and tall and slender figure, soft skin without the knowledge of a single day’s hard work.

Jamie gasped incredulously from the other side of the couch they lounged upon, placing the palm of his hand on the shoulder of Emil who was wedged between the two of them. He looked the same age as Thomas but a shorter and stockier frame with a blonde faux hawk.

Emil teeter totted the tablespoon filled with tan powder closer to his mouth.

“He can do it! He’s a vampire. Of course he can do it!” Jamie snapped back, leaning over Emil to give his boyfriend an impervious glare. Thomas rolled his eyes and snorted. The three of them, two mortals and one vampire, were seated at one of the petite lounging areas in the back of the club. The noise was less obvious back here and Emil was mingling with the intention of feeding. So far, however, his encounters had been futile. The two boys had convinced him into a dare and being as impish as he felt tonight it wasn’t something he could refuse.

“Swallow it!” Jamie urged as Emil allowed the tablespoon to linger at the edge of his mouth.

“Oh bally, fine. Pray to the heavens that I don’t keel over dead,” Emil spoke with amusement, forcing the spoon into his mouth. The reaction was immediate. The vampire began choking and sputtering violently. Through the madness he accidentally inhaled it through his nose, causing his mouth and throat to throb with dryness and a burning sensation.

“Mmm!” Emil sounded the alarm in obvious discomfort.

Jamie’s face lit up with laughter whilst Thomas stared in perfect horror, trying not to laugh.

“Oh my god, Jamie! He’s choking! It’s not funny!” Thomas snapped, though his tone was more disturbed than it was irritated.

Jamie was wiping tears from the edge of his face.

“I can’t- it’s so- it’s so funny,” He tried to communicate in between bursts of laughter.

“Wahder, Wahder,” Emil spoke, pointing to his mouth urgently.

“Samone geh wahder,” He emphasized, frustrated that the lack of wetness in his mouth had caused difficulties with speech.

Thomas quickly stood up.

“I’ll go get him water. Don’t you dare go off on the dancefloor without me.” Thomas shot a glance at Jamie, making sure that his firm order was taken seriously.

Jamie gave a look of surrender.

“Okay, okay!”

With the ongoing sounds of Emil’s suffering, Thomas needed no further instruction. He promptly left, mingling through the crowds to the bar to get something to wash out the immortal’s mouth.

Annalas · « **Reply #1 on:** August 04, 2012, 11:40:08 AM »

Another futile night, searching for his brother. Well, he certainly hoped that this one wouldn't be as futile as the ones had in the past year, but they were certainly looking that way. The club had a mile long line to get inside as it always did, leading to Bill waiting on the streets for ages…or at least for what felt like ages. He was in, though, even after standing in line for so long, knowing what was to come. Many people would have backed out…quite a few of them did. Others, still, were spurred on by their determinations, their motives, must like Bill himself was.

It was determination that kept him in that line, as well as the want, the need. He almost craved the feeling of being fed from to a degree that struck fear into his heart. He had never intended to get swallowed into the world of vampires, the world that he barely knew about and wasn't sure he wanted to know about. He just wanted his brother back. Could that be any simpler? Just a simple acknowledgement of existence from the person who had been his entire world, that was all.

He was nodded inside the club, as he almost always was. He had never once been able to enter this club before he had known about vampires, but it seemed that knowledge was the key to this place, as was money. He had noticed that the people with the tattoos on their wrists always seemed to be here, too…he wasn't quite sure what was so special about them, however.

A smile, a nod, and a free drink card later, Bill was ushered inside the club, where he was immediately blasted with the choice music of the night. He had been here before, alone and with others, but every time he entered, he took a deep breath. He was reminded again and again that his life hung in balance by a thread, and Risk was named so for a reason. But it was one he had to take to find his brother…he just had to.

Bill walked over to the bar, debating on what to get. He didn't particularly like alcohol, and some vampires didn't like their victims to be drunk. Others did. It was all in the luck of the draw, and with any hope…tonight would be the night. He didn't want to be drunk when he ran into his brother for the first time in a year.

Pocketing the ticket, Bill simply went with water, having them add a dash of cherry juice to make it look alcoholic. So many believed it was vodka…well, it was an easy way to tell the humans from the vampires, anyway. The vampires could smell it from a mile away. Maybe further, in fact.

Turning around, drink in hand, he looked over the floor, trying to find his prey for the night. Funny how he thought as the vampires as his prey…because prey they were, to him. They had information, and it was information that Bill was more than willing to greedily gobble up, all in the hopes of getting a little closer to finding his brother. A few had thought they had seen someone similar looking before…but that was all that Bill had to go on. Tonight, though…tonight would be the night.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #2 on:** August 04, 2012, 02:52:55 PM »

Thomas passed through the concentration of bodies, both mortal and immortal, towards the club’s bar. He was sure not to linger, for he had no doubt in his mind that Jamie was scrutinizing his every action. Were he to pause even for a moment against a warm body, his boyfriend would know and certainly wouldn’t be pleased about it. It was difficult to draw himself away from the dance floor when part of the appeal of Risk was the dancing, but Thomas managed to grit his teeth and carry onwards.

When he did arrive at the bar he tapped his fist down on the surface to attract the attention of the employee behind it. Once he’d asked for a glass of water- much to the bartenders distaste- he waited, scanning the faces nearby as he did so. Thomas didn’t intend to wade around all night with Emil, but he knew better than to ditch a vampire who was looking at you for a fix of blood without at least offering a viable replacement. Thus, when he set his eyes upon Bill, a young man of similar appearance who didn’t seem preoccupied with anything, Thomas latched onto the opportunity. He grasped the glass of water in his hand as the bartender slid it towards him and approached the young man.

“You with someone?” Thomas asked in an attempt to start a conversation.

Annalas · « **Reply #3 on:** August 05, 2012, 01:32:01 AM »

Bill flicked his eyes over to the man who had approached him, trying to gauge whether he was, in fact, a vampire or not. Dark hair, dark eyes…he was certainly attractive. Bill, for one, wasn't about to complain about an attractive man chatting him up…that was what he came here for, after all. Well, sort of. He kept telling himself that this was purely about finding his brother--and it was mostly that. But a part of him loved this, loved the thrill of being talked to by attractive men, being wanted for a night. It was something he had never been allowed to do when his brother lived with him.

All bets were off now, though. Bill would do anything to get his brother back, and this was just one of the more bearable (or even enjoyable) parts of that task. He smiled at the man, take a sip from his cherry-flavored water before he answered. Don't rush into anything, his friend Andi had told him. Well, his brother's friend, really, but Andi was the one that had introduced Bill to this world, the one that had helped him attain his goal more than anyone else.

"Not really," he answered, turning his full attention to the male in front of him. "Why, you looking for someone to dance with?"

He couldn't tell if the man was human or vampire…he could hardly ever tell, to be honest. Maybe there was some sort of secret sign that he was missing, or some clue…but he couldn't for the life of him tell until they talked about blood or the other guy tried to take a bite out of him. He didn't much mind, as long as the vampire went slow and gave him some information. Well…at least tried to give him some information. Some just took his blood and left him high and dry. What was he supposed to do, though? No one would give him information up front.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #4 on:** August 05, 2012, 03:58:50 AM »

Thomas came here often enough to know the prominent faces of the vampire community. Bill didn’t match up with any of them, and the way he was nursing his drink indicated he probably wasn’t a vampire. Frankly, Thomas was convinced if he could get anyone else over near the chattering vampire, he and Jamie might be able to slip away without any attention paid to their disappearance. All he had to do now was lay down a couple of lines and gauge if Bill was being receptive or not.

“If you’re looking for a good time, there’s a vampire over there that’s not half bad,” He said, lifting his finger to point towards the direction of the lounging area that his boyfriend and Emil were tucked into.

“I’ll introduce you.” Thomas added, flashing a toothy grin.

Annalas · « **Reply #5 on:** August 05, 2012, 05:01:03 AM »

So he was a human, then. Good to know. And by 'good time', Bill immediately assumed he meant being fed from. Bill looked over, immediately seeing what appeared to be a man flailing around while those nearby laughed. Bill assumed that the flailing one was human, while the vampire was the other one beside him. After all…surely a vampire wouldn't be so…unhinged, he supposed was the word. No, not 'unhinged', just…flailing around like a maniac. From what little he understood, that wasn't exactly a vampire trait.

"Oh?" he asked, lips curling into a smile. "So you just saw me from across the room and thought I'd be the perfect treat for your favorite vampire?"

Inside, he was frightened, repulsed. Was his want to be bitten so obvious as to be written on his face? Was he going to turn into one of those people that were addicted to feeding vampires? He hadn't actually seen any that looked like drug addicts or vampire addicts around here, but maybe there was another place they knew about where they could get bitten more.

No, this was about his brother…he had to find his brother. And any vampire could have seen him, might know where to find him. It could be anyone here. Even the man in front of him might know something about his brother. No matter how shy Bill was, however, he knew that the more people he met, the more people they might know that knew something about his brother.

"Lead the way," he motioned, dropping the previous subject immediately. This vampire might know his brother…he just had to hope.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #6 on:** August 05, 2012, 06:13:36 AM »

Thomas blinked, a moment of doubt passing over him. Had he misread the stranger? Perhaps he was someone’s pet or not human at all but one of those other creatures. Thomas wasn’t much interested in anything but vampires and he certainly wouldn’t be looking forward to pissing a supernatural off simply because he’d made a few naïve assumptions. His mouth was ajar for a moment, ready to blubber out his own dismissal. But Bill’s acceptance, unexpected, affirmed he’d been right all along in his original assessment.

His face turned from flustered to confident, grabbing Bill by the arm and assertively escorting him to their final destination. Once closer, the sound of Emil’s whimpering and Jamie’s uncontrollable laughter mixed together. Thomas let go of Bill and slid the glass of water on the coffee table in front of the couch; the vampire obviously needed to clear the cinnamon out of his system before proper introductions could be made.

After a few moments, Jamie looked over to the new face and cocked his head to the side. Thomas tipped his head up and down slightly as if speaking in a code only the two of them were familiar with. Jamie smiled back at Thomas, turning his gaze to smile at Bill as well.

Meanwhile, Emil slopped down the water, gargling and returning the substance back in the cup. It was rather disgusting, but his discomfort in this situation outweighed how unsightly his actions were.

“Damn it all to high heaven!” The vampire exclaimed, coughing a couple more times as he tried to clear his own throat.

“Oh, lord, I shouldn’t have done that. I should not have done that,” He spoke to Jamie, giving the boy a pat on the shoulder as he shook his head, still yet to acknowledge Bill and Thomas’ presence.

Annalas · « **Reply #7 on:** August 05, 2012, 09:15:59 AM »

He barely kept from spilling his drink, not have expected the man to grab his arm like that. Still, he somehow managed to not get cherry-water all over himself as he was ushered over to the couple in the lounging area. Bill looked the two over nervously, trying to get a read on them, if he could.

The one sputtering was probably the human for obvious reasons. The small nod to the other from the dark-haired man that had pulled him over here signaled to Bill, at least, that the other was in charge. He didn't speak to Bill however, only sending him a smile.

Bill smiled back, a bit timidly. He wasn't about to speak without being spoken to, at least to a vampire. Some of them were old, and really, really into manners. It was always better to be safe than sorry, though his stomach flipped at the thought of this being a younger one. For all he knew, they could both be vampires, and the one hacking and coughing could very well be a simple fledgling. He didn't know a lot, but Andi had told him that fledglings weren't as in control as the others, and to never let a fledgling drink from him. Andi had known since he was fifteen, and had learned a lot in the past five years.

The pat on the other's shoulder confused Bill a little, however. Would vampires let humans or other lesser or younger vampires pat them on the shoulder like that? Perhaps the sputtering one was older, after all? Either way, he would find out soon enough.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #8 on:** August 05, 2012, 10:23:44 AM »

After thoroughly licking the sides of his mouth a couple of times, Emil was confident that the volatile substance was gone from it. He could still feel some remnants lingering in his nose, but as painful as it was, it could be ignored. Had he not noticed the new mortal standing beside Thomas he might have stood on his soap box about how awful it was and how he’d never listen to the likes of them again. But given the circumstances, he decided to be polite and greet the newcomer instead of dwell in his own dramatics.

“Darling! Whose this?” Emil asked Thomas with enthusiasm. He took a hot pink handkerchief out of his tight, black pants and wiped his face with it so that he would looked presentable. Jamie looked at Thomas as well, expecting an explanation much the same.

“Oh, this is a friend of mine, his name is…” Thomas drawled, suddenly realizing he hadn’t asked Bill’s name and had no idea. Jamie’s eyes widened a bit towards Thomas, reacting anxiously over the slight mistake.

“Well, he can introduce himself. Me and Jamie, we were thinking about going back to the dance floor for a while,” Thomas dropped the line, now watching attentively for the vampire’s reaction. He wouldn’t outwardly say, Sorry, we decided we don’t want you anymore, and he was being cautious just to make sure this didn’t come off this way. No matter how nice a vampire presented themselves as, there were always rules that had to be followed and ditching before feeding a vampire was definitely not courteous.

Annalas · « **Reply #9 on:** August 05, 2012, 11:27:27 AM »

"Bill."

His lips betrayed his name at the dark-haired one's flub, not wanting to stand there awkwardly for much longer. He was still trying to figure out who was what, though he was fairly sure that the dark haired one wasn't a vampire. Maybe the other one he had nodded to was one, though, and they just wanted to leave him alone with the other one…which meant that the sputtering one was in fact a vampire.

But the way he spoke to the dark-haired one--calling him 'Darling'--denoted that he was older than Bill's escort, or at the very least held more power than him. In that case…maybe he wasn't a fledgling, after all. That would be a good thing, wouldn't it?

Bill had, unfortunately, very little knowledge of vampires. He had been asking about his fledgling brother for over a year now, not knowing that the proper term was 'yearling'. As such, everyone he asked thought of vampires made less than a year ago, and his brother was never on their radar. He truly had a lot to learn about vampires.

"My name's Bill," he introduced himself with a timid smile. Humans, he could handle. Vampires, however, scared the shit out of him. Look what they had done to his brother! Not to mention all the power and the age behind them…they could tear him to pieces in a heartbeat or less, if they felt the need. As much as he wanted to act a bit more confident, one look from a true vampire left him holding his cherry water and wishing it were real vodka. They knew the farce and could see through it so easily…what kind of person drank cherry flavored water, anyway?

Still…if the other two were leaving, he had a feeling that he would be staying, if only to sate this vampire's thirst. He had to continually remind himself that sometimes, it wasn't about being sexual or bright or attractive…it was purely for taste, and the fact that he was there.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #10 on:** August 05, 2012, 12:16:27 PM »

Jamie shifted and stood up, walking in the direction of the other two.

“Yeah, we gotta go,” Jamie said casually. Thomas gave Bill a nudge forward, attempting to give him the hint that he was supposed to go sit down next to Emil.

Emil gave a pathetic face, pouting his lips and scrunching his face together in an exaggerated fashion.

“Oooh, so soon?” He whined. Jamie stopped dead in his tracks to look back at Emil. It sounded like they were on shaky grounds. Emil quickly noticed the behavior and cut in again before either of the boys could say anything back.

“That ‘twas just a jest! Go on, you two, and shake your patooties,” He waved a hand in a dismissive gesture towards the two boys.

“Oh we will.” Jamie assured Emil in a mischevious tone. Thomas gave Bill yet another nudge forward. Emil noticed the boy’s crass actions. He didn’t approve of them, but he said nothing. It was good manners for the boys to continue doing that with other vampires, but Emil certainly was fine by finding his own meals than to have it delivered to him. Bill was clearly being used as a replacement. He shifted his gaze towards the young mortal and gave a smile that flashed his fangs, right as Jamie and Thomas walked away into the crowds of the dance floor.

“You certainly don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, Pumpkin, though a bit of company would be nice. My name is Emil. It’s quite nice to meet you, Bill, dear,” He offered as a way to diffuse any tension that might have been floating around.

Annalas · « **Reply #11 on:** August 05, 2012, 12:43:25 PM »

Bill didn't much appreciate being pushed forward, though he didn't protest it in the slightest. He watched the other two go before going over to take a seat close to Emil.

Emil, that was a nice name. Was it french, perhaps? Bill had never taken french in school, or any other language, for that matter. He had rather excelled in English, though. Maybe it wasn't french…it could have been any number of languages, to be completely honest. But for now, he would go with french. Of course, culture didn't really matter with all vampires. Once they got to be a certain age, he was sure that they began to experience all sorts of different cultures. Bill had never left the States, personally.

"It's okay," he quickly responded, giving Emil a bright smile that only half met his eyes.

Those fangs…

Bill could imagine them sinking slowly into his flesh, and much to his disgust, he nearly craved the feeling. It had been a few days since he had been back here, though his searching was relentless. Just a few days, and he actually wanted this vampire to feed on him, information or not. It was a bad practice to get into, feeding vampires for free.

"Actually, I um…I was hoping you could help me a little. I'm trying to find my brother…he's a fledgling and…I haven't seen him and I really, really want to find him. His name's Thomas, and he's got long blond dreadlocks…I don't suppose you've seen him…have you?"

How was Bill to know that his brother was not only no longer a fledgling, but had changed and dyed his hair, too? How was he to know that his brother no longer went by 'Thomas', but by another name? No, there was very little chance that anyone in the vicinity, vampire or other, would know his brother by looking at him. Of course, this poor mortal didn't know that…how could he? He had so little to go on.

Bill smiled nervously at the vampire, stomach full of jitters. Maybe this one would know Thomas, maybe…maybe he would just pretend to know, feed on Bill, and then cast him aside. It had happened once or twice. He wanted to make it clear that he was completely fine with feeding Emil, information or no, but he wasn't sure exactly how to tell him that without it seeming awkward. Maybe it was bad manners to ask a favor of a vampire, now that he thought about it. What was he doing?

"Um…are you okay?" he asked belatedly, gesturing towards the water as he referred to Emil's coughing spell.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #12 on:** August 06, 2012, 05:09:45 AM »

Emil’s interest was piqued when the human asked him for a bit of help. Emil had never been one to meddle in his own species’ affairs, but human affairs were a completely different story. This case sounded particularly complicated because the human in question wasn’t human anymore and he’d made a run for it from his brother. Emil could think of all sorts of reasons why a fledging wouldn’t be able to see his brother initially, but did he really want to speculate and crush the young man’s hopes if he didn’t really know the context of the situation? The description didn’t ring a bell, which was rather important to note since Emil tended to get around, meeting many new faces in the process.

“No, pookie, I’m afraid I haven’t,” Emil said with a sympathetic frown. A seed was planted in his head at that moment: that perhaps, if he got on particularly well with the mortal he might offer to help locate him. He wasn’t quite ready to offer that yet, especially considering he might inadvertently get himself tangled up in supernatural politics in the process, but the idea still sat in the back of his mind.

Upon Bill’s gesture at the glass, the vampire’s face light up with amusement as he released a playful chuckle.

“Things are looking up! ‘Twas a dastardly mistake that I made earlier with Tommy and Jamie! Jamie insisted I take a spoonful of this cinnamon and it burned like the underworld! Mmm, I’ll never do that again! What a fool! Oh, but it was rather amusing now that I think back to it. Not in the moment, but the memory. Have you ever had times like that?”

He was getting sucked into a conversation, forgetting the most important thing he needed to disclose. Although interacting with a vampire was sometimes taken as automatically meaning you’d feed them, Emil didn’t like to make assumptions. He needed to make it clear that he needed to feed from Bill or he’d have to find someone else quickly before the night was off. Unfortunately, such things temporarily slipped his mind.

Annalas · « **Reply #13 on:** August 06, 2012, 05:30:55 AM »

Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Well, he should have known that tonight wouldn't be the night. Well, he had known, really, he had just hoped…

Well, there was really no way around it, then. Emil had answered his question, therefore William was bound to let the vampire feed from him. Well…there was still a chance he could thank the man for his time, get up and walk away…but that would be terribly rude, wouldn't it? It certainly wasn't Emil's fault that he had not seen William's brother, after all. It was much better than him trying to negotiate a price up front, knowing he had no information.

"You tried the cinnamon challenge?" Bill asked, trying his best not to look crestfallen. He had known, after all, that tonight wasn't really going to be the night. "I've never heard of a vampire doing something like that…but I don't really know much, to be honest. Just enough."

Enough to know that he wanted to be fed on, no matter how disgusting the thought was to him. How could he want that? He knew they existed, too, which was a plus. Other than that, and the daylight issue…he really didn't know very much about vampires at all. He certainly didn't know whether they could eat or drink anything other than blood--they must be able to, if this one had tried the cinnamon challenge, right?

"Oh, yes…many, many times, actually. I think that's just a part of growing up." He stopped himself from going further, already wondering if he had gone too far. A lot of vampires didn't like to talk about their pasts, or even think about them--that was one of the first things he had learned. Had he already crossed the line?

skeggsismad · « **Reply #14 on:** August 06, 2012, 05:45:58 AM »

More laughter came from Emil as well as a playful wink directed Bill’s way.

“Oh, I assure you, it’s not a vampire-like thing to do! We can’t metabolize anything other than blood, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. Oh, of the living what I do miss the most is the succulent taste of a peach. They weren’t my favorite food when I was living but I’ve found the last few decades or so I’ve been craving one like no other. It’s a hunger that can never be quenched!”

He smiled and gave another chuckle, letting out a sigh afterwards.

There is something I meant to ask. It was on the tip of my tongue! Now what was it?

Emil sat in silence for a moment as he tried to recall through his scattered mind what his question had been.

Oh!

“Now before I go on any further, I must mention that I did come here to fancy myself a bit of a meal, hmm? I don’t believe you offered and I know that Jamie and Tommy weren’t interested- and that’s why they found you, isn’t that so? But you needn’t be afraid to say no, you see. I try rather hard to be humane and I think you have a right to consent whether or by whom you’re fed from! Unfortunately, I haven’t much time, so if you are to say no I will have to excuse myself to seek out someone else,”

In his earlier years he might have chatted up the young man and gone home without feeding, but over time he’d learned that it was his responsibility to be upfront and to seek out those who desired to be fed from. No matter how engaging a conversation was, his health always came first.

Annalas · « **Reply #15 on:** August 06, 2012, 06:42:57 AM »

So vampires couldn't eat? That was news to him, for sure. He filed that back in his mind, waiting for a chance to one day use it. He didn't understand the exact consequences of such a thing yet, but in time, he was sure that he could gather that much information, as well. He was having more luck learning about vampires than finding his brother, honestly.

"Can't you just chew it up and spit it out?" he asked naively, eyes wide and innocent as he pressed for information. He really was interested--he didn't have to act when it came to that.

When it came to vampires themselves, his feelings were relatively mixed. He wanted to hate them for taking his brother away from him. He wanted to…but the more he was around them, the more he wanted them to feed off of him. And this one…he wasn't so bad. There were a few of them that weren't so bad, and he hadn't actually met any that were evil. His own brother had been dating one for years before he had run off and turned, despite how scared he had been the last night Bill had seen him. He had never even come back for any of his things…

Bill raised his eyes to Emil's for the first time in a furtive glance, giving a shy smile. There really wasn't a good way to offer himself, was there? He had practiced in the mirror a few times, but it always sounded to him like he was propositioning them for sex. For the most part, he just stuck around and waited until the vampire got hungry, unless they had made a deal previously. Mostly, he just went with the vampires that made deals, claiming to have information.

"I really thought that was a given," he spoke, his voice suddenly very soft. He wanted it, though, and he hated that he wanted it so much. "You answered me honestly about my brother, it's really the least I could do…"

He didn't really mind talking to Emil, anyway. The vampire was definitely one of the nicest ones he had met so far, and perhaps Emil knew someone who might know, or might remember seeing his brother later.

"I don't do drugs and I haven't drank anything all night and I don't have anything," he quickly explained, since that was the sort of thing most vampires immediately wanted to know.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #16 on:** August 06, 2012, 07:26:15 AM »

Emil tipped his head to the side and gave a bit of a shrug.

“Well, I suppose you could, but it’s not quite the same,” He explained. The thought of chewing up a food just to spit it out seemed rather unpleasant and he doubted it would fulfill his craving for peaches. Emil suspected that the desire was much more deeply rooted in his psyche than it seemed; perhaps it wasn’t the fruit he craved at all, but rather, the benefits of being human. His humanity had slipped away in a moment and Emil felt like he’d been chasing down the remains of it for the past hundred years or so.

“Well thank you, pookie! It’s much appreciated!” Emil exclaimed after Bill essentially gave him permission to feed. He adjusted his open-button cotton white shirt for a moment before looking back to the mortal.

“Would you prefer now or later? As well, I must ask, would you be the type that preferences some privacy? It’s all your choice, darling, because I think that as the one being fed from you deserve all of the authority in the matter!”

He didn’t mention the private rooms in the back that they could move to, for he was sure that Bill already knew about their existence. Though he didn’t seem to know everything about vampires he certainly knew enough that Emil thought it was safe to assume he was aware of Risk’s amenities.

Annalas · « **Reply #17 on:** August 06, 2012, 08:13:26 AM »

Every time he had been fed from, it had been in one of the private rooms in the back, and Bill didn't really expect that to change. At being given a choice as to when, though, he was left nearly speechless. No one had given him a choice before, or really was this easy-going about it. It was usually more 'don't you think it's time for a bit of privacy?' and away they went. Now, though…what should he say?

If he offered to do it now, he would seem rude, as if he wanted to get it over with--or get on with it, which was really the way he felt. If he postponed it for the sake of manners, though, how would he bring it up again? How would he know if he had gone too long without mentioning it? What if Emil got too hungry and didn't go slow enough and it hurt? Andi had told William that it hurt if the vampire went too fast, though thankfully William had yet to run into that issue.

"Um," he stalled, trying to think of an appropriate response. He looked a bit lost, obviously not knowing what to say or even what he wanted, having never been given the choice before.

"Why don't we go back to one of the private rooms…and whenever you're hungry would be fine, I guess?" he decided, though it was phrased into a question. He didn't want to decide when it happened…he just wanted it to happen.

A part of that mentality was that every time, he expected it to hurt. He knew it wouldn't, but he still expected it. The act, knowing that the other was drinking his blood completely disgusted him…but once it was happening, he knew he would love every minute of it. It was sickening, how much he loved that feeling.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #18 on:** August 06, 2012, 08:29:36 AM »

Emil’s eyebrows crunched together as he watched the boy struggle with his words. He seemed a bit…displaced, didn’t he? Bill had informed him just a few moments ago that he wasn’t taking any drugs nor had he had anything to drink. Emil could certainly vouch for that, for he didn’t smell of any substances or alcohol.

Oh, the boy must have a bad case of nerves.

The thought made Emil feel a bit bad. Typically Emil dealt with the more vocal, outspoken type of groupies. He would be extra careful with this shier young lad just to be sure he didn’t overstep his boundaries and force Bill into something he didn’t want to do. Too, he decided he ought to step up his friendliness. Perhaps Bill was only nervous because he’d encountered a certain type of vampire and assumed Emil would turn out to be the same.

“Excellent, that’s wonderful, pumpkin! Oh, you don’t have to be hesitant around me! You just make a decision and assert it. I don’t mind at all,” Emil spoke and gave Bill a firm pat on the shoulder.

He stood, rolling his hand out towards Bill as on offering so he could help pull him off the couch. Once the grip was accepted, Emil didn’t plan to let go. He rather liked holding hands.

“Mmm, we best go now and find a room before all the best ones are taken!”

Annalas · « **Reply #19 on:** August 06, 2012, 10:48:24 AM »

Pookie. Pumpkin. Darling. It did indeed seem to be his way of speaking to use pet names with everyone, or at least with humans. He really didn't mind, to be honest…it made him feel good inside, though he would never say anything, nor would he be able to put the feelings he got from it into words. The word 'adored' came to mind, though. He felt adored when Emil called him pookie or pumpkin or whatever, as if Emil wanted him around. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. The feeling adored thing, that is.

"Okay," he smiled, taking the other's hand without hesitance. Now that they were actually in the process of going to the private room, he thought that they should go ahead and get on with it.

The problem was, vampires had taken his brother away from him, from what Bill knew, unwillingly. He knew his brother's boyfriend--had known him for years, the entire time his brother had been dating him--but to find out that he had kidnapped Thomas and turned him…

That was why he was supposed to hate vampires. But the more he searched for his brother and ran into them…well, there were a few bad eggs, of course, but all in all the ones he had run into seemed pretty decent. He hadn't been slammed against the wall and force-fed from, though a few had seemed like the type that would if he refused them. And then the actual feeding part really wasn't that bad, either.

And now there was Emil, whose company Bill was finding he didn't mind at all. He really couldn't speak as to the feeding experience just yet, but so far, he really didn't mind Emil. He had been courteous the entire time, which was rather new for Bill.

That was one thing that he had considered, at first. Find himself a vampire and convince said vampire to turn him. But he didn't want to be a vampire. The mere thought of drinking blood himself made him ill, however, and he most certainly didn't want to become the same kind of monster that took his brother away. Maybe in a few years, if he couldn't find his brother, then he would revisit the possibility, if only to extend his life more. For now, though…for now he wanted his brother, and he wanted to stay human.

Bill was led back to the hallway full of rooms, some with doors open, some with doors closed. The Gothic and French Renaissance rooms--the only two that he was familiar with--were taken tonight. There were only five doors open, and Bill hadn't the slightest clue which one to pick. He bit his lip, regarding the open doors as if whichever one he picked might lead to a life-or-death situation. He glanced back at Emil again.

"Do you like the beach?" he asked, pointing to the Tropicana room. He had personally never been in the room, but there was a bit of sand by the open doorway, so it looked nice. "We could go to another room, I mean, I really don't care…"

He was still holding hands with the vampire, the though never even crossing his mind to let go. Physical contact…maybe that was what he craved, more than the feeding itself…just the feeling of being held close by someone once again, the feeling of letting go. His brother used to hold him on bad days for hours on end, until Bill felt better. Thomas was gone, though, and had been gone for a year…this was really the only way he had found to fill the gap.

Yes, he craved the physical contact, not the feeding itself. That was what it was. Somehow, that made his craving totally okay. It was amazing what perspective could do.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #20 on:** August 06, 2012, 11:12:53 AM »

Oh, the club was buzzing tonight! It was difficult, standing at the end of the hall and scanning the occupied rooms, to know which one to pick. He was stroking the underside of his chin with his free hand when the mortal offered his two cents. Emil turned towards Bill with a melodramatic expression of glee, the sort that one person he’d known had once cited as deadly happy.

“I love the beach! I absolutely adore them, I didn’t get to see much of them when I was mortal because I lived in the cold climates for most of my life and when I was in warmer places I was land locked and it was rather terrible. Oh, I’ve been to beaches now but I gather it isn’t the same- for the thing that’s most precious about a day out on the beach is a sun tan and I don’t believe attempting to get one would be wise on me!”

He prattled on for a moment and then caught himself, shaking his head.

“Do excuse my constant chatter. I go on and on, I’m afraid I’ve always been of that temperament! But enough of that- we’d better take the room before someone beats us to it!” He gently led the young man by the hand towards the room, closing the door behind them once they were both inside.

“Lamar will never forgive me for bringing sand home in my clothes, but I think there’s no point in life if you don’t live it up! A bit of gritty bits of sand never hurt anyone,” He spoke as he sat down in one of the bamboo chair which was much like a couch with room for two.

“Now, if you don’t mind me breaching the topic again…say again, what is all of this about your brother?” He said with a concerned expression on his face.

“Did he disappear? Of course you needn’t explain if you don’t wish to talk about it, but I feel awfully bad that something happened to your sibling of all things! No doubt you must be devastated. I’ve not seen anyone around like that before, but that certainly doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be interested in keeping an eye out for him,”

He could do much more than keep an eye out for Thomas, too, if Bill turned out to be somebody that Emil liked. He wasn’t offering the best of the best quite yet; it was simply a preview.

Annalas · « **Reply #21 on:** August 06, 2012, 12:57:14 PM »

Emil did like to let his words run away with him, Bill had noticed. He didn't mind a bit. He used to be like that, with his brother and his friends. They were all gone now, though. He didn't have time for friends when he was looking for his brother. It may have been a lonely way to look at things, but when you simply didn't call your friends and they simply didn't call you…then what friendship was there, honestly? Even Andi, he wouldn't consider his friend, though they had briefly had relations. He was too spontaneous, took too many risks for Bill to be able to count on him. It was nice to find someone else who ran away with his words.

Ugh, there he was, actually liking Emil's company again. He was a vampire, one of the ones that had taken his brother. And yet…he acted human almost, as he chattered away and held Bill's hand as if they were friends and had been friends forever. He once again felt adored, as if Emil actually wanted to talk to him and hold a conversation instead of the usual 'sit there, be quiet, and let me drain you of your lifeblood' that he usually got. So many vampires seemed to view Bill as little more than food…it was nice to have one act so human. Bill once again wondered how old he was, to not have lost his humanity. He knew better than to ask.

"Lamar? Is that your roommate?" he asked, thinking that Lamar obviously was, or else he was a lover of the vampire's. Did vampires even have lovers? Did they have sex? He didn't know.

"It's okay, really…I've only been to the beach once, when Thomas and I were kids…I don't remember it that well, except that I left the sea shells in the hotel room and never got to take them home," he explained, stepping into the room behind the vampire.

He followed Emil over to the bamboo chair, sitting down beside him, closer than he had been downstairs. Their hands were still linked, and Bill knew that soon, more than that would be, too. He was simply waiting for Emil to lean over and--

The vampire had another surprise in store for Bill, though. Instead of leaning over to immediately feed, he asked about Bill's brother. While the boy had been fairly sure that the topic was closed for discussion after Emil said he didn't know anything, he had never expected the vampire to re-open it of his own free will. Most went on their way after saying they had no information…this actual offer of helping Bill was completely and utterly unexpected.

"Oh," Bill uttered, taken by surprise at the sudden change of topic. Suddenly he smiled, a soft yet hopeful one as he squeezed Emil's hand gently. He couldn't believe his luck, if this vampire was actually willing to keep an eye out for him. It never occurred to him that the vampire might only be trying to make sure he had nothing to lose before taking his life, though that might have crossed another human's mind.

"Yes…Thomas is about a year older than me, and we're really close. One day he came home raving about vampires being real and how his boyfriend was one of them and…" he bit his lip, unable even now to believe his own stupidity. They should have run that night, like Thomas wanted. They should have run away and escaped.

"I didn't believe him. Told him to stay the night, and when I woke up, he was gone. I've been looking for him ever since, but all I know is that he's been here before and that he's a fledgling…his boyfriend turned him. He never even came back for his things."

He tried to keep his emotions at bay, he truly did…but telling the story caused him to choke up every time. What vampire wanted a sobbing mess as their dinner, anyway? He had to be strong, had to hold back his tears for Emil's sake. He didn't want to make the vampire uncomfortable or sorry he asked in the slightest. Why hadn't Bill believed his brother, the one time it mattered?

skeggsismad · « **Reply #22 on:** August 06, 2012, 01:17:25 PM »

Roommate was a rather loose way of stating his relationship with Lamar, but Emil gave a nod.

“We live together, most of time. Sometimes he escapes me and I don’t know where he’s gone for weeks. He’s quite the bugger!” Yes, that earth nymph had a bit of a wandering nature. He was never in the same place for too long and there had been times where Emil had been out and about with the young man only to turn around and find him gone. How he vanished so quickly, Emil never did figure out.

He listened in appreciation as Bill told him about an adventure he’d had with his brother before he vanished. It was quite cute to imagine a couple of kids on a beach, excited at having found one of the ocean’s treasures only to forget about them later and have no keepsake to remember the trip by. It was evident by the way Bill spoke of the memory, however, that it was so fond a souvenir would have been redundant. It was the mistakes that made life memorable, after all.

The story about how Bill had learned about vampires sounded rather typical. Emil knew of plenty of vampires that found young attractive humans to seduce and turn before they became unappealing. He’d never been the type to seek them out, but many did. The vampire’s features softened as he listened, pangs of sympathy rippling through him. Bill sounded like he’d been close to his brother. Emil had never had a sibling so he didn’t understand fully what the bonds of growing up together was like, but from what he understood it was unlike anything else, unique and powerful if it happened to be a positive relationship.

He tugged his hand away from Bill’s and ran it on the side of the mortal’s face with the tenderness of a mother.

“Oooh, honey,” He said in a low tone. “I can’t imagine how something like that would feel. I was an only child growing up and it sounds like you were rather close with your brother. And you’re still looking for him! Bless his lucky stars, Thomas is lucky to have such a steadfast brother!”

His words were intended to shift the mood a bit; for he wanted to be sympathetic but at the same time his desire wasn’t to damper the mood. Not even Bill, he imagined, would want to be in the presence of a sulking vampire who was mourning a loss that wasn’t even his to begin with!

At last, his hand dropped from Bill’s face, administering a weary smile.
“I’m sure there’s still hope to finding him, sweetheart. Sometimes there’s reasons why newly born vampires can’t speak to people they knew before, oh, they’re all complicated reasons that you shouldn’t worry yourself about. Mayhaps your brother is keeping away for your own protection. I know it sounds absolutely silly, but sometimes it’s the case in our world,”

Annalas · « **Reply #23 on:** August 06, 2012, 02:17:48 PM »

Bill tried to smile a little at the comment about Emil's roommate, though the fact was he could care less about the roommate, who was no doubt a vampire as well. Bill didn't know of any other species besides vampires and humans, and he doubted Emil would live with a human, as much as he still had his humanity.

When Emil removed his hand, a small quail moved through Bill's heart, thinking that the squeeze had been too much. He had gotten far too familiar, far too quickly, to the first vampire that had shown the smallest amount of interest in his search.

His doubts soon slid away, however, at the slight caress, his eyes slipping closed for a moment as he leaned into it. It had been so long since he had had any physical affection of this sort that he was completely starved for it. After the mother had died, Thomas had been the one to take care of Bill, to touch him like this. Their good-for-nothing father certainly didn't, nor did he act like a father to them at all.

The irony, he thought to himself, of being soothed by a vampire for losing his brother to another vampire. Still…it was so, so nice to be soothed and caressed by another being, even another vampire. He expected Emil to take a bite any moment, to be honest, having already lulled Bill into submission.

To his surprise, though, Emil retracted his hand, Bill's eyes opening to look at him in confusion. That had been the vampire's perfect chance! Why hadn't he…? And then Emil spoke again, causing a small, tender smile to alight on his face.

"I just don't understand…I guess I don't know enough about vampires. He could have called or left a note or…or something. I thought he was dead for the longest time, and even now…how long does it take until he can come back? I don't have anyone else, I need my brother."

Poor Bill was falling apart at the seams, and anyone could see that from the way he spoke, the way he almost seemed defeated, except for that tiny spark of hope of finding his brother. The main problem was that he had no closure. He had not seen his brother since that night and still blamed himself for his brother's disappearance. Should his brother turn up dead, perhaps he could work through his own guilt. No, it was the fact that his brother was still alive, now one of them, and giving Bill the cold shoulder that hurt the most. It was a painful reminder of Bill's betrayal in not believing his older brother the one time it mattered. A reminder that it was all his fault…everything was his fault, in the end.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, trying his best to buck up and not break down. "I'm sure you don't want a sloppy mess for a meal. I didn't mean to…"

He trailed off, reaching up to wipe his damp eyes before tears could actually fall. He certainly hadn't expected a vampire to be so understanding, or to actually try to help him find his brother. He was probably killing the poor vampire's appetite with his misery.

"It's really nice of you to keep an eye out," he ended lamely, wishing he could truly express how much that meant to him. From his experience, though, vampires weren't the touchy feely type, and he had a feeling that even Emil would object if he suddenly started clinging too much.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #24 on:** August 06, 2012, 02:46:48 PM »

“Mmm,” Emil responded to indicate he was being attentive to Bill’s words. It was understandable that Bill was upset that his brother had left so abruptly with no explanation, never to return again. Even more disheartening was the fact that for some reason or another Bill was certain that his brother was still lurking around. Emil could easily see why actions might be misconstrued as his brother wanting to avoid him, perhaps.

The more the young man talked about it the less in control he was. Part of Emil felt like correcting him. Even if he was fine with humans acting this way in front of him, he didn’t want Bill to misunderstand and think this sort of thing was alright with all vampires. However, when Bill concluded with an apology and his most sincere efforts to stop the crying, Emil let his desire to restraint the human wane.

“Come here, sweetie,” He spoke, pulling the boy in towards his chest and enveloping his arms around the young man in a tight (but not too tight) embrace. He rubbed up and down the boy’s back soothingly, making sure that his face was nowhere near the boy’s neck so that he wouldn’t feel tense. Sometimes a hug was just a hug and he didn’t ever want someone to think he’d bite them when they were most off guard.

“Darling, it’s alright to be genuine around me.” He whispered, taking a deep breath in and out. Breathing was unnecessary, but he’d made a habit out of breathing anyhow. It made him seem much more human, and in this case, breathing in deeply might subconsciously encourage Bill to do the same. He wanted the young man to feel calm and safe around him.

He held the hug for a few moments, saying nothing at all.

After a while he pulled back.

“And I don’t think of you as a meal, Bill. I think of you as someone who is doing me a great favor and I thank you for that. How this works now, is up to you. Some just like being fed from and then we part ways. But perhaps you’re not like that. I do enjoy company and making new friends.”

Now it was time to get down to business. Although he never let himself get to the point of true hunger, he certainly would need to feed at least once tonight if he wanted to keep it that way.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

Annalas · « **Reply #25 on:** August 06, 2012, 10:55:13 PM »

He would not sob on a vampire. He would not sob on a vampire. The mantra traveled through his head as he was enveloped in a warm hug, exactly the kind he needed. Bill’s hand curled into Emil’s shirt without a second thought, immediately taking comfort in the gesture. No one had bothered to hold him after his brother disappeared—that was Thomas’s job. No one wanted to listen to him whine and cry about someone who wasn’t even dead, most especially the kind of people his brother used to hang out with, and asking a vampire was a huge no-no.

With Emil, though, he hadn’t needed to ask. He was able to just cling, feeling the vampire breathe slowly. Did vampires need to breathe? He had never really thought about it before. Still, it was a calming gesture, something that helped Bill cope with the loss more than anything else in the past year.

There was no heartbeat, he realized after a moment in the embrace, his face buried in the vampire’s shoulder still. He was close enough that he should be able to hear one, but he didn’t. Did they not have heartbeats, either? He listened again for what wasn’t there, wishing more than anything that it was his brother here instead of a vampire that still held pity in his heart for a poor boy. Still, it was better than nothing, and he truly did appreciate what Emil was doing.

All too soon, the vampire pulled away, Bill doing the same. He wiped at his eyes, doing his best to make sure his makeup hadn’t run with the tears. He seemed to be okay, though, and thankfully none had gotten on Emil’s white shirt, either. At least he had the money for the good kind, he thought to himself.

“Thank you,” he whispered gratefully, sniffling a little. He was so much calmer now, more at peace. He wouldn’t dare go out on a limb and say ‘happy’, but he was by far in a lot better shape than he had been moments before.

“You’re doing me a greater favor than you know, just by looking for him,” he returned, smiling sadly. “This is the least I could do, honestly. Thank you so much.”

Perhaps he was being a little too grateful for the simple gesture and the offer to keep an eye out, but it was far more than he had gotten from anyone else. He wouldn’t say he had gotten further in his search for his brother tonight, but he had gotten a little more closure than he had previously. Or at least…comfort. He had gotten more comfort than anything else. He had needed it, too.

“It’s up to you,” he answered the vampire, biting his lip again as he considered. Never before had he been given the option to stay and chat. Then again, he never wanted to before, either. “I really do enjoy talking to you, though.”

Bill scooted closer to Emil, giving a small nod to show that he was ready. Reaching up, he moved his spiked hair to the side, revealing his slender neck to the other. It was still faintly bruised from the last time he had come here, earlier in the week. Most vampires didn’t mind, but then again Emil wasn’t most vampires, either, as he had shown before. He wouldn’t refuse a free meal, though, would he, based simply on the fact that William had given out his blood before?

This certainly wasn’t the first time William had acquainted feeding and sex in his mind, though he knew that the two were vastly different. Still, he was giving a part of himself to every one that fed from him, so shouldn’t he treasure his body’s most precious resource? He was still relatively new at feeding vampires and being a ‘groupie’, as others would call him, and he was still far too modest to be a very good one. He was ashamed to have what looked like a hickey on his neck, and while he covered it with makeup during the day, he knew better than to taint the taste of his own skin when he came here.

“I’m ready,” he clarified softly.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #26 on:** August 07, 2012, 05:35:45 AM »

Emil ran his hand against the young man’s cervical curve. He always started off with an innocent touch beforehand, just so that the mortal could brace themselves for what would happen next. Typically the piercing of the fangs carried a bit of a sting and he didn’t want it to be a sudden shock.

“Alright, pookie. Here we go,”

He leaned in, the smell of his cologne clinging near the boy’s nostrils. Opening his mouth, Emil flicked his tongue over a patch of flesh nearby the bruise. In order to avoid inflicting further injury on an already stressed area, he decided to sink his fangs into an unmarred patch of skin. As he did so he wrapped an arm around the back of Bill, resting his hand on the other side of the boy’s shoulder in order to steady him. The gesture was simply a precaution; some humans could get squeamish during the feeding process and it was better to steady them than allow them to thrash around and make the puncture wounds wider and deeper.

Blood flowed into him. Bill hadn’t been lying about being clean; his blood was pure and delectable. Unlike many others, Emil was generally composed while feeding from a mortal. He didn’t attempt to grope the mortal or engage in any sexual feelings. Surely he knew that feeding was inherently sexual for the mortal receiving it, but he almost felt it was taking advantage of the human if he were to encourage it while their sense were diluted in a lull of lust.

Annalas · « **Reply #27 on:** August 07, 2012, 08:57:00 AM »

Had he already mentioned how much he loved being called by a pet name? Probably. A soft smile lit his face at the endearment, his eyes shifting closed at the small touch to his neck. Emil smelled good, he thought in surprise as he curled his hand into the vampire's shirt. Like mint and orange, and perhaps a little something else. It was doubtless some sort of expensive cologne, but one that complimented the vampire oh so well.

His lips parted slightly as the fangs punctured his skin, the sharp pain of the initial bite fading away quickly as Emil wrapped an arm around him, holding him up. There it was again, that physical contact that he so craved. Unlike the bite, the hold in and of itself wasn't sexual, something that disappointed Bill at first. Later, though, when he came to his senses fully, he would no doubt be much more at ease around Emil, instead of shy and trying to reclaim any modesty he had lost. One thing he had learned was that it was very, very easy to feel taken advantage of when all was said and done. But hey, anything to find his brother, right?

Bill tilted his head slightly, moving closer to Emil as best he could, which wasn't much considering how his body didn't seemed very inclined to move at the moment. It was perfectly happy were it was, held and being fed from and being aroused from said feeding. His mind, however, was caught in a cloud of lust, wanting more even though he knew that he didn't truly want it. Did that make sense?

He remained where he was, limp in Emil's arms and breathing, clinging to the vampire as he let the other take his fill. Bliss and pleasure pounded through his body, allowing him to let go, to forget about what he had come to the club for in the first place. For a short time, he was comforted, perhaps even happy, and certainly not thinking of his brother in the slightest. It was a rare moment for Bill, and he treasured it greatly…or he would, once he understood why he should treasure it, at least. For now, however, he simply enjoyed the feeling of being fed from, as he knew he would. However disgusted with himself he might be later for liking this…it was worth it.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #28 on:** August 07, 2012, 09:10:38 AM »

He didn’t need to take much blood. He came to Risk it was only to indulge a bit, to curb his hunger so that it was under control and barely noticeable at all times. Surely he could have picked a couple of his favorites and never attended Risk again if he chose to, but it was the concern that feeding off of the same individuals too often would stress their bodies which made him ultimately decide against it.

A few minutes slid by and he decided it was time to call it quits. Emil eased his fangs out of the mortal’s flesh with a slow pace to be sure he didn’t hurt him, sealing the wound with the natural properties that vampires had for that sort of thing.

He pulled his arm back from around Bill and used the same arm now to reach into his pocket and retrieve the pink handkerchief he’d used earlier to wipe the corners of his mouth for any traces of remaining blood. He was mortified of one day forgetting to do such and having a smudge of blood at the corner of his mouth during a long conversation. To Emil, that seemed just as nauseating as people who didn’t brush their teeth after a meal and ended up with spinach in between their front teeth.

“How do you feel, sweetie? Do you feel dizzy, perhaps light headed? Maybe a bit sleepy?” Everyone reacted differently to being fed, although most of the symptoms he’d listened were signs of being fed from a bit too much. Emil had excellent self-control and rarely overdrew blood, but it was possible that the feeding the mortal had taken earlier this week could make this feeding particularly hard.

His pants pocket began to vibrate multiple times, which meant Lamar was calling him. He ignored it for the moment and focused on the mortal.

“I'd gather it's nothing that requires my immediate attention,” He noted, in reference to his buzzing phone. Mentally he searched for the Earth Nymph, focusing his powers. He was familiar enough with the male that he could usually send him a message if he concentrated enough.

If it’s important Lamar, an absolutely emergency, call again.

Annalas · « **Reply #29 on:** August 07, 2012, 10:05:36 AM »

It was over far too soon for Bill's taste, sadly enough. He was enjoying the onslaught immensely, though he knew that it really shouldn't go on much longer, for his own health. When Emil pulled away, he blinked slowly as he came out of whatever trance he had been in. He wanted more of that, or at least for Emil to hold him a bit longer. Still, it was better not to press his luck…he had only just met Emil, after all.

"A little light-headed," he admitted, though it was no more than he was used to. Could he perhaps play it up a little in order to stay close to Emil? The vampire would probably catch on pretty quickly if he did, though, and the last thing he wanted was for Emil to think he was the clingy type…even if he totally was.

"But I'm used to it. Is it okay if we stay like this for a moment?" He normally wouldn't ask a vampire. But…in spite of what had just transpired, in spite of him knowing that Emil was a vampire, he felt that this one would be okay with the way they were now, Bill's hand still loosely clutching his shirt. To his surprise, he found that he had half-shifted onto the other's lap during the feeding, most likely in an attempt to get any friction he could from the other.

Bill blushed faintly at the request, all too aware of his own body wanting a much more physical encounter at the moment. That realization, atop the request that he had just put forth, could hold various connotations that he wasn't sure he wanted Emil to think. He would be lying if he said it wasn't a sexual experience for him, but he would be if he said he didn't like it to some degree. And the way Emil had been so…so formal about it all, holding Bill close to steady him instead of to grope the poor boy…it really did mean a lot to him.

He glanced at Emil's pants pocket, trying to get up the motivation to move from his fairly comfortable spot. He felt a little light-headed, indeed, though that was fading away someone. Something to eat and he would surely be fine. Some ice cream sounded good right now, actually. Caramel and dark chocolate covered waffle cone pieces in vanilla ice cream…he had a pint of it in the fridge, if his father hadn't eaten it. He was betting on the latter, though, to be honest.

"Thank you," he spoke, his voice still soft and slightly full of awe. Then again, it nearly always did, after he was fed from. He was so comfortable here…

skeggsismad · « **Reply #30 on:** August 07, 2012, 10:24:50 AM »

The vibrations of the phone stopped and Emil felt relief spread over him. He’d be terribly worried if there was some emergency going on and it might interfere with the nice time he was trying to have this evening with Bill. Right as he was about to address Bill’s complaint of light-headedness, the phone began to ring again and he let out a sigh, clapping his lips together in a dramatic display.

“Sure, sweetheart, just hold on a moment. I’m so sorry, this must seem like poor etiquette and I assure you I normally wouldn’t answer a phone call! But someone wouldn’t keep calling unless it was an absolute emergency.” He gave a somewhat frazzled smile towards the boy, taking his cellphone from his pocket and pressing it to his ear. He didn’t need to; if he’d answered the phone call in his pocket he could have heard what was on the other end because of his supernatural hearing, but of course it had become natural habit now to answer the phone in the most human like way possible.

“Lamar, what’s happened?” He asked in a somber tone.

He listened for a moment to the voice on the other line.

“Surely you’re kidding!” Emil exclaimed, followed by another pause.

“No…no, don’t do that. Is she showing any clear signs of intoxication?” He asked.

“Mhm. Okay, well then don’t call the police because…well I’ll be there as soon as I can. Calm her down if you can. If not, I suppose it won’t hurt anything if she drives away, so long as she isn’t drunken. Anyway, I’m with someone right now so I need to let you go,”

He smiled sheepishly, presumably over something someone on the other line say.

“Alright, sweetie. Goodbye.”

Emil hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket, shaking the concern off of his face as he looked back to Bill. He obviously needed to leave, but he thought it would be terribly cold and insensitive to just leave Bill here after feeding from him, especially when he’d just disclosed he felt a bit lightheaded.

“Lightheaded, you said?” Emil asked to open conversation once more.

“Oh dear. That’s not good at all, pumpkin. I think you’ll be fine but mayhaps you ought have something to eat! I can take you to the eatery if need be, darling. It’s really up to you. I’m quite disheartened to say, though, that this meeting will have to be cut short. Something of an emergency has happened and I need to leave.”

He paused, and then decided to add one more thing.

“But I want to make sure you’re alright before I leave and that I get you my phone number. We should keep in touch, I think, so that I can communicate any news about your brother! If you need a ride home- if you’re ready to go home of course- I’d be glad to facilitate that,”

Annalas · « **Reply #31 on:** August 07, 2012, 10:48:23 AM »

Bill didn't particularly mind Emil answering the phone call. He took the time given him to compose himself so he wouldn't sound like a lovesick puppy, as he noted he had a tendency to do after a feeding. Thankfully, the call lasted just enough time for him to decide that perhaps he could move again after all, despite his want not to do so. He truly was comfortable where he was.

"It's okay," he mumbled, leaning his head back against the chair a bit more. He should probably get off now, he figured, especially since Emil had to go. Disappointing, though…he really did enjoy the vampire's company, which was rather an oddity, in his mind, considering he didn't like any vampire. Emil was the exception, though, it seemed. And he even offered his number to Bill!

"I'm used to it, I'll be fine…the walk home will clear my head, anyway." He smiled as he spoke, gently pushing himself to a standing position, taking care not to stumble. He honestly wasn't that lightheaded, especially after being given a moment to compose himself.

"Thank you for tonight, really…it means so much to me that you even care to keep an eye out for him. You have no idea," he gushed, though he did indeed hold back a bit. He wasn't going to be clingy, he wasn't going to be clingy…but it was so hard when he was this grateful to another vampire.

Maybe he didn't have a clue where his brother was, but after meeting Emil…he seemed a little bit closer. Emil could at least look for his brother in the vampire-only places that Bill couldn't go, and even if he mentioned seeing someone look like his brother…it was more than he could hope for, honestly.

His mind was still scrambling to catch up with the fact that the feeding was over and it was time to work again, but Bill was honestly making a good effort. He could walk, as he said, and he fully intended to walk home as well. He didn't live in a horrible part of town, after all…it just wasn't the nicest. Besides, he couldn't ask any more from the vampire tonight…he had done enough.

The feeding had left him with a feeling as though Emil had given him a gift instead of the other way around. Just a few moments of bliss, a few moments without thoughts and worries from his brother, a few moments where someone held him close, for whatever reason…that truly was a gift, to him. Even feeling a tad bit lightheaded as he did, he realized this, and he was honestly grateful. Now if he could somehow facilitate another meeting with this vampire…ah, but it seemed as thought Emil had already thought ahead of him and offered his number. Fantastic!

skeggsismad · « **Reply #32 on:** August 07, 2012, 11:02:59 AM »

As soon as Bill stood up, so did Emil. He didn’t think twice before he was wrapping his hands around the mortal’s upper body in a steadying motion. The young man hadn’t stumbled, but if he was light headed it was likely that his coordination might slip, too. He felt obligated to the human in the sense that it was now his responsibility to make sure if he was a bit ‘out of it’ that he be treated in some way.

He gave a doubtful, weary face as the young man explained that he was fine and he was going to walk home. Walk home? They were in the industrial zone of town; surely, Bill’s house wasn’t all that close. A walk here and there was good for the health and all, but he didn’t feel that anyone should be walking home in this part of the city. True, Bill might have had friends to walk home with that Emil didn’t know about, but he didn’t think to ask and he was determined not to leave a boy to walk home by himself.

“Well, I’d much prefer you get a ride, sweet cheeks. Just wait a minute,” He spoke and dug into his pocket once more, retrieving his expensive alligator leather wallet and pulling an hundred dollar bill from it. That was more than enough for cab fare, he gathered.

“Here,” He spoke and extended the money to the human. “Oh, please, don’t argue with it. It’ll concern me all daylight hours to wonder if you made it home safely or not- this way, I know that you’ll be alright.”

He waited for the money to be accepted. Next step was to give the boy one of his business cards, but he didn’t want to overload Bill by too much at once. It was one step at a time; that was always the best route to go.

Annalas · « **Reply #33 on:** August 07, 2012, 11:43:15 AM »

His smile widened just a little as Emil stood up, arms immediately around the boy. He appreciated the physical contact afterwards, as if Emil didn't quiet want to let him go, either. It was so, unbelievably nice to feel taken care of…he wished Emil didn't have to run.

"Um," he blinked, accepting the money without hesitating. One part of him, the honest part, wanted to protest that a hundred was far too much money for a cab ride. The more sensible and partially greedy part of him screamed something like Are you nuts? He's a vampire! He's had time to build up wealth, and you could use a hundred yourself. Take it!

"Thanks!" he beamed cheerfully at the vampire. If it had been any other vampire, or had the circumstances been a little different, he was sure that he would probably feel insulted to have money thrown at him. He was sure, though, that Emil did not mean it in any way that could possibly be interpreted as insulting. He wasn't paying Bill for sex or for giving blood…he was trying to get him a taxi home, and make sure he had enough. It was so, incredibly kind of him…Bill almost didn't know how to handle himself, with all the gratitude he felt towards this philanthropist. He had been so, incredibly lucky to be picked out of the crowd to be introduced to him.

"You're like…way nicer than any vampire I've ever met," he admitted, still smiling. "No one's ever cared if I got home okay before. Or really…cared about me at all. Thank you."

…Did he really just say that? Why couldn't he just shut up? Now he was getting all mushy and stuff, and however tolerant Emil may be, surely he had limits! A deep flush adorned his face as he took a step back, embarrassed at his display.

"I should um…go," he mumbled, red-faced.

skeggsismad · « **Reply #34 on:** August 07, 2012, 02:06:49 PM »

No one has ever cared for you at all? Emil’s mind echoed. He absolutely couldn’t fathom that and a part of him wanted to stay with Bill longer to show him that in fact, he cared, and that Bill was worth it. Emil wasn’t surprised that other vampires might have been a bit, well, colder than he was. He’d never understood vampire culture much and it’s why he tried to avoid it as much as he could. The less well known he was in the vampire community the better things would turn out for him, he gathered. He certainly wanted to be a file in the Oligarchy headquarters that gathered dust than one of the residents that was whispered about constantly.

“Wait, cutie patootie, don’t you hurry off yet!” Emil spoke with a chuckle. Now he whipped out his business card; it was a light blue color with floral designs frosted on as a border in a bright, vibrant white. The same shade of white was what the color the font replicated, listing name as “Emil Elwira” his profession as “Jack of the Arts” as well as his phone number and his email address.

“Please, don’t hesitate to contact me. I’d love to get together or just chat…and you best talk to me so I know how to get ahold of you, in chance I find something out about your brother,”

He had still hesitated on offering to actively look for Bill’s brother because he didn’t know much about Bill. What if Bill turned out to be someone’s pet or familiar- or what if Thomas, the brother, was some important vampire’s pet or familiar? He just didn’t want to get himself mixed into politics if he could help it.

“Alright, pookie, thank you so much. I hope you have a fun night,” Emil concluded, drawing Bill in for a quick hug and sealing it with a peck of the boy’s cheek. He pulled back and smiled, waiting for the boy to leave instead of leaving himself…mainly because he wanted to be sure the boy could walk straight. If he didn’t stumble, he was probably well enough to be left on his own.

Annalas · « **Reply #35 on:** August 07, 2012, 02:38:37 PM »

Cutie Patootie…that was a new one, but it made Bill smile all the same. The vampire seemed to take everything in stride instead of getting all offended or withdrawing after his admission…something he hadn't really expected. He liked it, though, and he felt a surge of gratitude at the business card being presented to him. Emil actually did want to keep in contact with him, and actually encouraged him to call.

"Thanks," he repeated, returning the hug easily, squeezing a little. Of course, he now knew that inviting the vampire out for coffee would be a definite no-no. "I'll call soon…and maybe I can find you here again."

When he was all healed up from tonight, anyway. He knew better than to come more than twice a week, unlike Andi, who came every other night. He had no doubt that if Emil had come here once, he would come here again…and hopefully Bill would be here when he did. He actually didn't feel totally disgusted with himself for liking this particular feeding, an oddity given how many times he had fed various vampires.

"Thank you…really." With that, he turned and removed himself from the room, thankfully without stumbling. He cast one look back, though, memorizing the gorgeous room as much as he could. He just couldn't believe his luck in finding this vampire, this one who wanted to help him, for whatever reason. Emil was just so…human. Bill had never met any other vampire like him before…but he wouldn't be opposed to meeting more of Emil's ilk, if they were all as nice as him.

He made it outside to a cab, giving directions to the apartment he shared with his father, the business card clutched tightly in his hand. Emil could be his lifeline to finding his brother. Tonight…tonight had been progress, he just knew it.