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Rumour Has It
« on: September 09, 2012, 09:33:32 PM »
David was worried, as he approached the club, but he was doing his best not to show it.  He'd heard rumours about the city over the past two weeks... that the Oligarchy was no more, that there were districts and leaders or some shit... that things weren't as they had been.  He didn't know what to make of it and he'd kept his head down, walking the streets and picking up on peoples' thoughts as he drank from them, scanning crowds for unseeable auras so that he might gravitate towards supernaturals and make up excuses to converse with them.  Not all had known anything, a few had known something and some had known enough to leave him completely unsettled and needing to know more.

Tonight, he decided he needed to find out for himself.  He'd been something of a hermit when he wasn't hunting down rumours, though he'd been calling his sire more often and discussing training his powers with him.  At first, Darius had brushed him off, impatient with him as always, but when he'd shared the secret Cicero had given him and explained how the spark had re-ignited his passion for learning to hone his talents, his sire had started listening.  They'd even had a conversation that had lasted almost ten minutes.

Despite what a positive step talking to his sire was, it had also made David feel lonelier.  His visit tonight would be twofold, for he hadn't spent any time with anyone since he'd taken Bill to his place nearly three weeks ago.  He wasn't sure why.  He'd checked his phone more often than he usually did too, to be sure he hadn't missed any calls or messages, to no avail.  This visit was just what he needed to get everything straight with regard to the city's rumours as well as cure his loneliness for a while.

Dressed in black trousers, shiny black dress shoes, a white button-up business shirt (with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top three buttons undone), black suspenders and a jaunty black fedora with a short brim upturned at the back and positioned suavely over his right eye, David strolled up to the entrance of Risk.  His hair was pulled back into a pony tail with a black leather cord at his nape.  There wasn't a line up outside the club tonight, which surprised him, as did the fact that the meaty bouncers usually positioned at the door weren't there.  There were two vampires there instead, casually chatting with one another as he approached.

He hesitated and they stopped talking, looking at him as if they expected he had something to say, since he'd stopped to look at them.  An awkward silence ensued before one of them told him he could go on in, he was welcome and David decided they probably weren't the ones to ask what was going on, anyway.  He pressed ahead, walking straight towards the inner entrance of the club, thinking he should stop and review the laws posted when he was distracted by someone hovering in the doorway.  She rivalled him in the fashion stakes tonight, causing him to slow as he approached, looking at her somewhat warily.

Jeanne was aware of the young vampire before he even entered the club's entryway, but it didn't alter her position.  She remained where she was, casually leaning her right shoulder against the inner doorway to the club proper, her hands in her pockets and her right foot crossed over her left.  She currently had blonde hair extensions that fell to just below her shoulders and it was styled in a perfectly smooth nineteen-forties style with a distinctive curl at the end and a fringe pinned in a sweep back to the right, held in place with a clip sporting a tiny pink bow.  In fact, she was wearing a dark brown pants suit reminiscent of Katharine Hepburn from the same era, though it was fitted and she had a shimmering satin camisole beneath it in a light pink colour, rather than a shirt.  Her pale white skin shone almost as radiantly above it, the sleek lines of her collarbone and throat adding to her regal aspect as she watched the handsome blonde walk towards her.

He stopped before her, a frown marring his forehead and she straightened off the wall, her dark red high-heeled Mary Janes bringing her a little closer to his greater height, though her hands remained in her pockets.  She watched him expectantly, sweeping his mind in a manner that he wouldn't feel, seeing that he had many questions but not feeling obligated to answer any of them for him, unless he asked.  He stared at her perfectly-arranged face, observing the heavy-lidded stare he was getting with some admiration, feeling the age of her though she looked as fresh as a twenty year old.  An eternal twenty year old.

"Things have changed," he hinted.

Jeanne smiled lazily, the left side of her mouth lifting and producing a dimple in that cheek.  "That is true, but we're still here, still open for business," she told him in her smokey tones, her accent making the words sound mysterious even though she wasn't trying to be.

"Rumour has it that the Oligarchy's gone," he said and when she nodded pointedly at the wall behind him, he turned.  The old Oligarchy rules had been changed to district laws and declarations that took him some time to read through, a feeling of dread settling in his gut as he looked it all over.  He didn't read in-depth, but saw enough to understand that things had definitely changed.  Another advertisment caught his eye and he spun on his heel to look at the woman again.  "Risk is moving?"

Her red lips twisted, like she was disappointed with his parlay.  "Indeed," she murmured, smiling coldly as her hands emerged from her pockets and produced a colourful advertisement that she held out to him.  Once he took it, her arms crossed beneath her breasts, elegant hands grasping her biceps loosely.

He read it and saw that Risk was moving to a new site at the end of September and taking on a new name: Venture.  At the bottom of the pamphlet it told him that he, as the bearer of the document, was entitled to the use of VIP donors for one night once the new club was opened.  That intrigued him, for he'd never had a chance to see inside the exclusive areas in this club but he'd always wondered what went on in there.  What made a VIP donor different to the riff raff?  He could only imagine.

"You're free to go in," Jeanne prompted while the blonde stood there reading and thinking his transparent thoughts, relieved when he took the hint and walked past her with a nod.  She turned to watch him go, seeing that he pocketed the advertisement carefully as he moved into the club proper.  With a sigh, she went back to leaning against the doorway, staring into the club and hoping there'd be some genuine distractions soon.

David found the club a little underpopulated tonight, though it was no quieter for having less bodies to squeeze between.  He went to the bar and got himself a glass of blood to nurse, finding somewhere to sit more easily than usual.  He decided to stay there, perched on a stool, and watch what was going on.  His usual arrogant stare was replaced by a far more critical one as he leaned his elbow back on the edge of the bar and watched for signs of the changes he now knew were in the air.

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Re: Rumour Has It
« Reply #1 on: September 11, 2012, 01:34:51 PM »
The boy was a vampire. He found it ironic that it was death that gave him new life. He missed his pulse; he missed the sun. He certainly missed coffee. That was something he'd never wanted to give up. However, for the first time in his life he fe;t powerful. He felt strong and fast and somehow more beautiful. His ruddy face seemed more vibrant. His eyes seemed to glow. His vision was more acute and focused. He could smell at great distances, and felt as if he could almost feel human's emotions. He was a fresh faced fledgling. Strangely enough, he was happy for the first time in a long time. Again, he thought it funny that death had brought life.

His sires - as he had two, a fact he would later learn is rare - were distant in there own ways. Scott had not truly wanted a child, and Conner worked hard. He'd seen them both most nights since his taking, but he hadn't spent much time with them. He preferred to roam the city, testing his new abilities and learning by doing. His rebirth was more than a physical one. His only purpose for over two years was to be the food of the gods he loved and hated. He had served vampires for so long he didn't know how to be one. He felt as if he'd ascended to a higher plain, and in the grand scheme of the world, maybe he had. Or maybe he was just different, and his feelings of a second chance were all misplaced and naive. However, for a person who's life meant almost nothing such fantasies and ideas were needed to start over.

The coin had been flipped and Bryant rested comfortably on the other side. His new purpose was unclear, hazy and dim like fog being illuminated by a heavy light. The mixed blood vampire arrived at Risk that night hoping to lift the fog. He'd left Scott a note, although he was sure Scott was on duty tonight with the mortal police. Conner was working on some new project that had to do with the death of some supernatural government. He'd been told to behave, but not to stay. He ventured out due to the technical error on the part of his makers.

He wore a simple striped, red and white polo shirt, with skinny jeans and converse shoes. The pants were unnecessarily fastened with a brown, cloth belt. His hair had product in it, but was not styled in a particular fashion, conveying that not much effort was put into it's design.  His skin was white and smooth, his eyes bright. He walked to the club with his mouth closed for fear that people would see his fangs. He found it a nice walk, and a fast one at that. He'd only just left home when he felt himself entering into the club he'd called home for almost two years. He made sure to keep clear of vampires who knew him and other junkies he'd called friends. He wasn't ready to explain what had happened to him yet, as he was still unsure himself.

He found himself standing dumbly like a camel, slightly scared and mostly confused. Why had he come here? He was asking himself this as his eyes flecked across the room for signs of something to validate his trip. Then he saw him, David. The vampire was as beautiful as ever, more so even. Bryant remembered that David had made such good love to him, and although he hadn't seen him since, he felt it bonded them somehow. He considered it was at least grounds for a hello. What was the harm in that?

He walked robot-like towards the older vampire, giving him a nervous smile that showed the tip of a perfectly white fang. His eyes betrayed his nervousness, and if there was any doubt, Bryant topped it off with a sheepish grin.

As he approached the table he thought hard about what to say. He settled on a practical question worth asking.

"Do you remember me?" Bryant said with an honest and slightly hopeful tone. He made eye contact.     
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
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Re: Rumour Has It
« Reply #2 on: September 11, 2012, 10:41:45 PM »
David swivelled on his bar stool to face the newcomer and squinted at him from beneath the brim of his hat, one elbow still propped against the bar and the rest of him sprawled elegantly as he tried to place the one who'd spoken.  At least he was remembered, which he took as a positive sign.

The kid was cute but he wasn't someone David instantly recalled, therefore he wasn't a recent hook-up.  Seeing as he was here, it was likely they'd met the last time in Risk, although... was he mortal or vampire?  There was something about the look to the guy that alluded to vampire but... David didn't hook up with them very often (Lazarus sprang to mind as an obvious and recent exception).

"C'mere," he beckoned, crooking a finger as he sat up straighter and urged the boy closer.  He may have looked like an old witch luring an innocent child closer in order to get a better look at him, but it wasn't David's eyesight that was failing.  He wanted to get a good smell of him, to see if that helped jog his memory as to who this mystery visitor was.

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« Reply #3 on: September 12, 2012, 03:25:53 AM »
"Okay," he said modestly.

Bryant could not tell from David's response if he was remembered. He inched closer until he was only a few feet from the other vampire. His eyes would meet Davids if David's were looking at him. David was even more beautiful up close than at a distance. Of all the vampire Bryant serviced, David had been his favorite. He found it a shame that they'd only met the once.

"I'm different now," he said in either statement or explanation, whichever David required. He became slightly less nervous at acknowledging his transition. He smiled a bit more confidently. 
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
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« Reply #4 on: September 12, 2012, 07:45:10 AM »
It wasn't until Bryant mentioned he'd changed that the penny dropped for David; that plus the kid's underlying scent and his accent triggered a memory from almost a year ago.  David's face brightened, though he couldn't remember the guy's proper name.  "Little rabbit!" he exclaimed, looking the boy over again, as if he was superimposing the nude form he remembered over the clothed one he was seeing now.  "You sure have changed," he agreed, quirking an eyebrow as his gaze met the fledgling's at last.  "How long since you were turned?"

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« Reply #5 on: September 12, 2012, 02:51:45 PM »
The pet name "little rabbit" brought back the memory of that night. Bryant smiled at being remembered and felt much more confident. He also noted that David seemed pleased to see him, or at the minimum didn't shoo him away. Bryant chuckled a little and placed his right arm on his neck and scratched in awkward shyness.

"Only a few weeks ago," Bryant said. "I guess I'm baby rabbit now."
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
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« Reply #6 on: September 12, 2012, 02:58:51 PM »
David chuckled good-naturedly, grinning at the newling.  "A baby rabbit's a kitten," he said slyly.  "And I think you aren't just soft and fluffy now, either, Kitten.  Is your sire here?" he enquired, looking around and remembering how it had been for him in his first few weeks.

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« Reply #7 on: September 12, 2012, 10:35:00 PM »
The qustion of his parentage was a sore subject for Bryant. He hoped to have good relations with both of them, but as it stood they were polite at best. Bryant still harbored anger at Scott for attacking him, and Conner put up fences so there was no friendship there. He broke eye contact for a second and started running his thumb along the palm of his right hand. It was the sort of nervous gesture that people take when uncomfortable.

"I have two," Bryant pointed out. "And, ugh, no they're not here."

He tried to make his tone sound less than sad, but he knew it came off that way. Bryant didn't ask any follow up questions or try to change the subject. He was curious of what David thought about a fledgling without a leash.
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
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« Reply #8 on: September 12, 2012, 10:44:15 PM »
David's eyebrows raised and he took the time he needed to swallow his surprise - and the remains of his blood.  He swivelled to place the empty glass on the bar, pulling a face at the texture of the congealed liquid befor turning back to look at the free kitten.  Damn, he wished he could remember the guy's real name; he supposed a mind sweep would come in handy if he got desperate.

"That's... pretty unusual," the blonde considered, looking at the young vampire carefully.  "And I don't just mean the bit about you having two sires.  My sire wouldn't have let me wander around by myself, near all this blood," he gestured at the mortals dancing not too far away, "without supervision for at least a year.  In fact, he didn't let me go out on my own for two years.  Geez, what's your secret?" the elder vampire laughed, his eyes flashing playfully even though he was completely serious.  And curious.

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« Reply #9 on: September 14, 2012, 11:21:12 AM »
Bryant chuckled humbly. He didn't know that being alone so young was a big deal. He suddenly felt more grown up but also more abandoned. He moved closer to David.

"I drink almost a whole fridge full of blood before I left," he said with a grin. "Well, and I'm terrified to feed from a live human."

The second statement was more serious and as he looked around at all the humans he could see the veins in their throats pulse. He was suddenly hungry.

"I could use a little drink right about now as a matter of fact," he gulped.
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.


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« Reply #10 on: September 14, 2012, 05:40:10 PM »
David was regarding the newling as if he'd just sprouted an extra head.  "You're terrified of drinking from a mortal?  What?  Why?" he demanded incredulously.