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Re: [Private] The Poor Filthy Thing

Benjamin Reese | Vampire; Infant

Posted on Wed Sep 07, 2016 4:44 pm

I wanted to know how old she had been when turned, when she had been turned, but not enough to ask. Never enough to ask. She looked young to begin with, and I imagined people in times past aged faster. My medical experience did nothing to help me with age estimation. Addicts looked 70 when they were 30, the rich looked forty when sixty, and so on. But numbers were about to become even less important to me. Only the power behind them. The corners of my lips faintly turned into a faint smile and my head lifted up. She was interested. All that I had been through, all the changes in me, and I still hadn't lost it. Whatever it was, they all wanted. I might have started at the bottom in this thing, but I was leaping to the top in no time. I straightened my back, ceasing my lean against the lamp, my thumbs now nonchalantly resting in my pockets. A slow glance around me.

If you're up for it, I said, pursing my lips together, now pondering just exactly what I was in the mood for. I felt different now. Noelle would be so proud; because all my caution was now gone and just in time. No need to pick from the scum, no need to fear consequences. I'd left my father rotting in the desert, along with much of the human part of me.

I'd love to know how you like your cuisine prepared.

Ursula? There was no doubt she chose her alias at this point. Ursula? Please, God, tell me it wasn't a Disney reference. Maybe not, maybe a name from her past, but as the idea soaked in my thoughts, I realized being on the good side of a real life Ursula would actually be a trip. Maybe that's all I needed - inspiration. I could become a character thought to be fiction only for people to learn just how real I was. I'd barely spent a blink with her and I was already inspired.

But my train of thought hit a mountain. The ancient - I shouldn't have been surprised and of course I knew exactly who she was talking about without question. Gayle. I didn't know if she was more interested in the wolves, which my knowledge of them was limited not because of a fault of my own but moreso that they were uninteresting trailer trash. I imagined that feeding on wolves might have been brilliant a time ago, but I wondered if I'd get the lingering taste of Oxycontin and mountain dew had I ate from them now. Maybe I could be proven wrong, maybe my run with Ursula would prove me wrong, and I'd get even more a taste of something new in this life. But for now, we probably both were dying to know what the other knew about Gayle.

I've met her a few times. Brows furrowed, lips pursed, all I could do was wait to see just which side of Gayle she was on. I might have been brave to admit my knowledge of her, but I wanted in on this likely as much as she.

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Posted on Wed Sep 07, 2016 6:16 pm

Indeed. I don't believe my tastes would differ much from yours. As long as it is not tainted with man made spices and bathed in chemicals. I also never developed a taste for fast food, I do hope you understand. The local vampire pub would be off limits. If the blood was pure then it would do. No drug addicts, liquor soaked sausages, and no willing donors. It wasn't quite the tall order it probably seemed to be. It was easy to avoid the the mold on the cheese when you knew what that mold looked like.

I was fairly certain that as long as the blood was red, it was good enough for my new companion. They were all the same to me. Perfectly capable of developing a taste for the finer things, but too lazy to bother. And that thought alone had me striving for grander pursuits. Perhaps I would make this young vampire my new apprentice. After all, I had just snapped the neck of my previous disciple and was in need of someone more robust. Someone to impart my wisdom to, assuming his maker was as contemptible as I imagined they were.

He was confident, but his energy was in need of a serious recharge. The poor thing didn't have a chance in the world. Probably turned and thrust into the small town, forced to fend for himself. Like a newborn baby put into a basket and left on the side of the road. Tasty, but pathetic and helpless. Oh it was all too depressing. Of course I could be wrong, but I had the benefit of free will in it's purest form. So right or wrong, I would get what I wanted, and for now I wanted to inject some life into this little baby vampire. I would make him the king of his wasteland. A boring crown, but a crown nonetheless. After all, it was all I could do to reward him for his bravery and discretion.

Oh, yes, that was her name. I pretended as if I was innocently oblivious. Gayle. I spoke softly as I took it upon myself to link my arm with his and start our feet in the direction of a meal. Towards the lights of course, wasn't that where moths had a tendency to flutter? So you have met her. I smiled and nodded. And what was the manner of these meetings, if you don't mind me asking? She leaves quite an impression I hear. If he had met her, then he knew her. It wasn't like Gayle was the type to lollygag with the local peasants without purpose. In many ways, that made her my equal. How unfortunate it was then, when I realized how blind and senile the old bat had become in her old age.

The sound of footsteps in the distance, they were moving at a casual pace but growing louder. They were heading in our direction. I flashed a small smile as our snack would likely arrive in a few minutes. I would of course have to evaluate the package before ripping it open. But we would deal with that when the time came. You can speak freely with me, of course. I assured him, making sure to make eye contact this time. No harm will ever come to the messenger.

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Benjamin Reese | Vampire; Infant

Posted on Thu Sep 08, 2016 7:43 am

I was relieved to hear she didn't want to go to Poison. They tried to make it sound appealing to feed there, boasting "fruity flavors" as people had prepared by eating nothing but strawberries, pineapple, etc. But I was predisposed to know that meant that otherwise they were malnourished. There was no way to make it more appealing than the actual hunt. Yes, I'd been desperate enough to go a few times. Back when I didn't want to be found. Now, that place was the furthest thing from my itinerary. It sounds like we're on the same page.

I matched her pace as we walked, heading back towards the town. It was all I could do to keep from licking my lips at this point. The talk of a good warm meal was filling my brain and occupying almost every flash of a thought of mine. Admittedly, there was an extremely brief moment I was disheartened that she wasn't interested in wolf. Yes, yes, I know what I'd just said. That they probably tasted of chems and cheap soda. But the idea that I'd have someone assisting with my hunt, making it less of a risk to sample... well why not? My mind debated upon itself, reminding me that I was too hungry to wait to find a wolf, as easy as it might be to lure one away from that disgusting dive bar, and the idea of the thrill it would be to find one. Not only the taste but the fight. But I heard the footsteps (that she likely heard long before me) and my hunger won the battle. It took me a minute for me to realize she had said something, and what it was she had said. I hesitated, and in my distracted state, consequences weren't even on my mind. Not even those that might affect Noelle.

She um.. my maker's maker. Is there a term for that? I asked, as if I was actually interested in Gayle being anything to me. at this point I was beginning to hear voices, a mumble of a conversation. Two, which meant plenty to go around. But it also meant if we decided to play with our food, it would be all the more fun with an audience. My walk may or may not have increased, but I was going to stay on track - because no, I wasn't weak. I was going to hold a conversation with this woman for fucks' sake. I'm not very fond of her, mind you. She's demented and past her prime.

Finally, the mumbles were becoming words and I could see the outline of two figures. Two girls, holding hands. Mid thirties? But then again I wasn't to be trusted with my age estimate. One, clothed in a tightly fitting Seahawks tee and matching track pants. Her brown and very straight hair was pulled up in an athletic pony tail. The other wasn't as fit looking, but not necessarily dumpy. Blunt, shoulder length bob of blonde hair, lace shorts, and a frilly tank to match. Clean-looking, and the type that would before have me running in the opposite direction. I'd imagine I'd end up seeing their missing posters all over town. Now, I didn't care. I wanted the taste of something healthy.

Do they suffer, Ursula, or do they win themselves a quick death?

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Posted on Thu Sep 08, 2016 12:41 pm

Well that remains to be seen. I smiled, But I am feeling rather optimistic. I assured him. After all, I didn't want to scare the little baby vamp away, I wanted to lure him in. Not physically of course, even if intrigue was a rather seductive feeling. He would be my new pawn, of which was not nearly as dispensable as most believed. Pawns held far more importance than just cannon fodder. After all, the last pawn standing could easily overthrow the queen.

Oh she's your grampire? I joked, although my shock was as authentic as my acting could allow. It was not too hard, it was a surprise after all, but not nearly as exciting as I'd made it seem. I am so terribly sorry to hear that. Family is incredibly important, what a shame it is then to hear that the two of you aren't closer. Oh the sincerity in my condolences for his lost opportunity at family. It was quite important, but this of course all worked to my benefit. It seemed I had hit the jackpot. And just how deep does your disdain for Gayle run? I asked, my voice clearly indicating hope and mischief as I stopped our movements to stand right in front of him to ask this particular question. Everyone can use a powerful ally, and every powerful ally can use an inside man. Don't you think? The suggestive tone in my voice and devilishly wicked fanged grin on my face implied it all. I fully expect an alliance would require an exchange, I am not a selfish woman. What is it a young vampire desires more than blood? Wealth? It was not as easy to come by for the younger ones than it might seem. Or maybe love, matchmaking was a rather dull pursuit but who was I to deny the whims of such a dapper young man? Now power... Power would have been a surprising and exciting answer from the lad. All of which I could offer, of course.

Oh of course! Silly me, I wouldn't expect you to make such an important decision on an empty stomach. I turned my attention to our meal as it hand delivered itself. I didn't smell alcohol coming from their pores... No indication of drug use, and well... I guess we would find out just how willing they were. Nothing good is every quick, darling. I spoke as I looked back at him from over my shoulder, smiling wide before my feet began moving, meeting the pair of women half way.

Do you ladies believe in God?

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Benjamin Reese | Vampire; Infant

Posted on Fri Sep 09, 2016 7:51 pm

Imagine years, decades, centuries of feeling this inferiority. Well, feeling wasn't the correct word. Inferiority wasn't the right word. Centuries of having to be.. subordinate. I most certainly didn't feel inferior to Gayle. God, would I be that fucked up once I reached her stature? It was yet another reason I was curious to know more about Ursula. Perhaps she would be my hope. Otherwise, I think I'd... Oh no, the sun wouldn't harm me anymore. I guess I'd stake my own heart. What was it about Gayle that I didn't like exactly? Anyone who knew what I knew wouldn't need an answer from me. She had escorted me to the basement, or what she claimed was a lab. Granted, she did break the big age old dilemma of vampires - but not without the help from the witches she'd been so reluctant to work with all this time. So why was it still there? Why were there beings of about every self-aware species known in cells, waiting to be injected by this or to be force fed that? And she wanted me to be a part of it. What I hated the most was that by some bullshit bond, Noelle was practically drugged into wanting to be a part of it.

I didn't speak, wanting to show Ursula with actions rather than words that she wouldn't regret being "optimistic" about me. Even if I had to keep in mind she might not have the same... kinks as me. Shit, at this point I wasn't even aware of exactly what mine were. I felt brand new. I had a blank canvas with every color in the book. Just where did I start?

Grampire... I mused with my brows raised. In this case blood indicates relation but not family. I instantly began to regret the sound of that; it felt more like some kid pissed about their mom taking away driving privileges. Something menial. I didn't even want to think of her as relation and I wasn't sure in this world if it meant that she was. I mean, I wouldn't call her a nemesis, contrary to how I've made it sound. I just think she's a fucking basketcase. And I'd be more than happy if my maker didn't have a bond with her.

I stopped, hoping she would stop with me before we reached the couple. I admittedly liked this idea. I wanted to make sure it was a deal, even if the details would be hashed out later, before I succumbed to my gluttony. You definitely have my interest. My eyes were fixed on her and now I couldn't refrain from letting a smile appear. I think we can make the arrangements, but yes, after dinner.

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The two simply looked at each other, dumbfounded, and then the expression quickly changed into one of annoyance.
"I hope you don't think you're the first religious zealot who has tried to-"
No, no, I smiled and shook my head. I rubbed my fingertips to my forehead, Oh, that's a bit of an embarrassment. We certainly don't want you to get the wrong idea.
"Listen, I don't know what you want from us, but -" The sportier one began spouting off. She might have been strong on whatever court she played on, but she was about to find out how weak she was. I appeared behind her, hands on her shoulders. I inhaled, just enough to mimic human breath, but instead of oxygen, I was filling myself with her scent.

You see we asked you about God for a reason. I know, I know, it's a strange time to get into philosophy, I said as I sauntered around to again face the two. But I'd like to discuss the pros and cons of free will with you two. It was at this point when you could see the fear in their eyes, with just a splash of confusion. My fangs had long been on display for the girls and my new friend to see. I almost hated that modern TV had ruined the surprise of me - a vampire who was anything but the rave maggot or the dreary, sad Cure fan clothed in all black. But my "gimmick" didn't matter. All that mattered now was that as far as these two were concerned, Ursula and I were their new gods.

Tell me your names. No influence, just a question. Surely the first question of the test wouldn't be too hard?

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