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It didn’t take a genius to figure out where the infected sat; their lairs, often varied in locations and numbers, though, ain’t which attracted him today. As Jessie labored on an impression of the past-- as he recalled a moment from days back, he knew he ventured into a territory certain to land him in a bad place--

He knew, too, there was no way for him to leave it to rest-- the thought of another V level.

He had to smoke him out.

So--

When Jessie reached the mall, he didn’t fondly recall however they had met, and neither did he stop to almost admire the shop where they had tousled, mad men.

But he did pause to seek out the woman’s form; no longer present, yet when he squinted where the bullet had gone, and crouched down, easily he could see where it had itself lodged; still there, it made him smile, and Jessie, for an instant, appeared as if he’d like to wedge that shit out-- perhaps reclaim that sharp-ass bullet he had wasted on the shoulder of the man--

Perhaps.

But he didn’t.

Abandoning his crouched position, precariously he moved himself within his building-- on a day bright, really, not late at all; he’d not risk venturing within if the nightfall approached; neither if the sun should holler, and in advance mutter it should be setting soon, and be wary, weary travelers--

It was noon.

Or a little past noon.

But the mall, the deeper he ventured, was dark. And calm. Too calm.

Where he witnessed whispers from other drifters, where he suspected evil, ill motions of those keen on coming close, he crept forward, silent, almost so silent as if he himself were a predator; perhaps raised and honed in many ways too human--

Equipped though: to the tooth with an idea on his mind.

One that should change a life.

Equipped, and above all, coming forth in search of that vampire cunt, suspecting to himself ey, ain’t your nose so strong, ain’t it so bright--

When he took that little bag from his backpack, it was red inside; blood; magical, and still warm, or rather plain and human-- delicious, and warm, and Jessie held it up in front of himself, the night vision goggles he sported a great help in the moment, and as he knelt in the depths of the mall, as he found himself in the centerpiece thereof, perhaps where a fountain had sat once-- such a long, long time ago, the idea that he acted upon mighta seen horrible.

But he opened the bag up.

And he emptied all its contents on the floor-- all the blood.

That rich.

Coppery--

Fantastic substance that smelled so fine.

Blood-- and not just any to lure out that blond-haired cunt--

His own.

With that, Jessie adjusted the goggles on his face-- glanced about, left and right to sip on these eerie, subtle, and yet important sounds--

Before with a frown he backed off, and trusting the scent should spread out-- and should expand out but a smoke, and tickle one's eager nose, he concealed himself behind a pillar, where clutter and ol' pieces of furniture had been placed to build a kind of a bunker with some exits out, and a lotta space to move under.

He'd not be that dumb to wedge himself too deep inside-- trap himself, in other words.

He'd not--

But he would be that smart little asshole that hid himself, after all, while the scent of his blood he had harvested one day after another--

Spilled out, and out-- smelling so fresh.

s o f u c k i n g r i g h t

Posted 05-03-2021, 04:28 AM This post was last modified: 05-05-2021, 11:02 AM by Jessie Michels

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His shoulder healed up nicely by the end of the first day. There was some limitation of his movements but nothing that kept him from getting to his shelter that he's been in for some time. He still doesn't quite understand that he could blend in totally with human society. He goes out, he works, but then he comes right back to this place that is much more suited for the more animalistic of his kind. Eventually, he'll probably get an apartment.

For now this is familiar.

He's deep within the mall for his own safety, and even during broad daylight like it is now, it's pitch black, cold, and suitable for his biology. It hasn't been touched in decades and there's some familiarity too, to the structures that still stand around from when he was really, truly human.

His neck has healed too, but it was such a fight that he's wanted to rest for a few days. Plus, he overfed and didn't feel well afterward at all. His bloodlust isn't quite controlled as naturally as he thought it could be.

In the shelter with him is a woman who he's kept alive for some days now, though she's really on her last leg at the moment. He gave up on feeding on her for now because he hasn't felt hungry, but he's brutalized the poor woman in other ways and her windpipe was crushed when she tried to keep screaming.

He's laying in what must be a sort of bed when he catches the smell of blood. Even though he's not hungry, his instinct is to check it out. He doesn't need night vision goggles to see, he can see just fine. Eventually he comes out to the area and it's blood he vaguely recognizes. The man from a few days ago, who'd stabbed him. Among other things.

He laughs, knowing he must be there and goes to sit at the fountain area, unamused.

"You must have put a lot of time into collecting that much blood.

He's around it, but not right in it. He appears human, too Baby blues, and no fangs.

Posted 05-03-2021, 12:57 PM

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He waited, and waited.

Perhaps minutes passed--

Maybe, half an hour.

He didn’t shift, he didn’t fidget; though he was certain that in a world of vampires, and those coming close to vampires, concealing his heartbeat didn’t happen, it didn’t appear to unnerve him, and there sat this unusual, and yet to him familiar cool in his eyes.

Comfort.

Calm.

Perhaps he was wrong to feel it-- his mind, after all, admitted nervously that this wasn’t safe; he was risking his damn human life, the one he had.

He was in the central of problems-- not the worst of places in the world to be in, but definitely bad, still.

He was here.

Breathing even and thoughts content--

And his stomach not churning, and too much ice suddenly in his head.

Suddenly, or not at all, he wasn’t just a human. He was one trained to do this--

Honed, really.

Polished like a diamond that had a poison in its core, that burned on touch and cut through people--

And then, he heard it.

The man.

The arrival.

The shuffle of a person, quieter for sure than had it been an actual human--

Then: the laugh.

In the darkness of his hiding spot, Jessie smiled; twas crooked and wide.

He shifted then and only then, blinking languidly as the man called out his effort here--

Losing a moment to consider his options, and plan out several potential next steps should anything or everything happen, Jessie smiled like the rascal and madman he was, and he comfortably called out to the cunt--

“Why, you don’t like my present? I thought I’d say my bad for putting an extra hole in you.”

He should not have cackled.

He so did.

Cackle, cackle, or giggle giggle, blush reaching his cheeks. Ahhh.

And his glock was familiar to him, the weight thereof something so natural in his hold, Jessie sometimes figured that without a knife, or a weapon, he was foreign, he was other. He was off.

And the world turned wrong.

"So how's life, blondie? ... I mean, unlife. I mean--"

Immediately, he confused himself and, god, didn't that amuse him as fuck.

He leaned harder against his pillar--

Posted 05-03-2021, 02:46 PM

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"That? Healed up within the hour. He smirks, although whether or not the other can even see it is up for debate. "How's the wrist?"

Not that he's concerned. He's not. He's just mocking him.

He can't make out every detail in the dark. Despite rumors maybe to the contrary, their vision isn't perfect at night. It's just not nearly impaired to the level that human vision is. Still, he's sizing him up again. He's never had this happen before, and it's unnerving to be the one 'hunted', more or less. Even if he's not really.. hunting.

Again, he's more confused than anything else. He starts laughing as well, getting up from his spot on the old fountain, brushing off his lap.

"You know how stupid this is yeah? Not like I'm the only one around here. This is gonna draw all those crazy fucks for miles." Ferals and hunters, he means. He's not exactly a fan of their company, and he knows they're around.

He's approaching him again though, yawning. Again, no fangs. Just a yawn. He's not aggressive at all, at the moment. More how he had intended to be at their first meeting. Talk his way out, not have to fight.

Posted 05-03-2021, 03:28 PM

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Jessie pouted.

“Hey,” he said, “what did I tell you last time?”

While the asshole was bleeding, and struggling to free himself off the dagger, and in general definitely not listening?

Yeah--

Then?

Something something-- get your own comebacks?

But Jessie reflexively looked down at said wrist-- still fucking bruised up, looking ugly.

Except bruises were kind of hot, so--

He shrugged off that concern.

The asshole laughed, and as he pointed out that very, very crucial flaw in Jessie’s plan, Jessie did sigh, and did look up very, very dramatically, like he were addressing a deity as he murmured--

“The moons, everyone’s a fucking critic nowadays.”

Nevermind that he had a very, very good point.

Too good.

Actually, he should fuck off from here.

Jessie sighed--

Then, with an abrupt shrug, he even more abruptly rolled out form his hiding hole, coming up behind the clutter of ol’ furniture where he’d holed up-- only to stand proudly on what appeared to be an ol’ desk as he admitted to the stranger in a profound nonchalance--

“Indeed, right you are. So anyway, courtesy visit done yeaaah? You been well, yeaaaaahhh?”

He only needed one hand to keep his gun aimed at the cunt-- the other, very confidently, went to something on his chest-- something there attached, maybe a grenade.

Maybe not.

Maybe definitely.

And maybe, should he fucking explode it, it would leak gas, and smog.

But seriously just maybe.

Fuck.

Posted 05-03-2021, 04:02 PM

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All the bravado makes him laugh more, and it's not really so much a humorous laugh as it is a very cruel laugh. The lesser vampires will show up eventually, and he's interested to see how that would play out, with Jessie serving as an entertaining.. spectacle, really.

He hasn't seen ferals rip someone apart in some time. At the time he couldn't enjoy it. Now, he'd love it.

" Courtesy visit? That's what you'd call it? Starting to look like you've got a death wish. Luckily," he pauses, going forward a couple more steps but still keeping his distance.

Finally, those fangs appear again with a big, wide, threatening smile.

"That, I can oblige."

He's not stupid, though. He knows that of course, as usual the human is armed to the teeth. Probably more so now since he willingly came in here to draw him out in particular. This wasn't another stumble upon situation.

There's also the fact that he's gripping something around his neck.

He ponders for a moment, tilting his head in observation.

"I really can't wait to see those fuckers rip you up. You see their teeth? Fuckin' crazy, man. Too bad they're dumb as shit." He seems to muse that last bit to himself. "Just because I'm gonna kill you doesn't mean I won't them have a leg, or an arm. They gotta eat, too. You know?"

Posted 05-03-2021, 04:31 PM

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Death wish.

Now wasn’t that just rude.

True-- but also goddamn rude.

Jessie huffed.

The cunt continued to approach, and Jessie sure did wish that it wasn’t looking so fucking dark in here, no matter his goggles; at once, he needed to know that much about level V, what do they do, how do they actually work in many more details ain’t really be out there, not at all.

He needed.

And he smiled, suddenly-- even if a little, just a little frown married his features then--

“So… does that mean you’ll be eating my ass?”

Indeed, it was the most obvious question as he could ask; a leg shared, an arm as well, and the thought of a feral encounter did make him shiver a bit--

But whether that was in fear, or some bizarre, and masochistic anticipation to kill, that wasn’t too known. Perhaps, it didn’t even matter.

After all--

Growling came from some directions, and Jessie inhaled suddenly--

His hand shifted down; it moved from the grenade he’d been palming before-- and grabbed for the one below, the pin yanked out and the grenade dropping to explode in surreal, and three-sixty degree UV light; and that growling, just immediately, exploded into a wave of screaming, and pain from every wayward infected or feral who had come close.

Posted 05-03-2021, 04:42 PM

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He must find the question more amusing than anything else because he laughs again, although just like the last time it's more of that mocking laugh.

He can hear them all, coming into the area to investigate the scent of blood. They won't bug him much, but he still doesn't like to be around them. Part of why he makes his home so deep into the mall is to avoid them, although really they find their way just about anywhere in here.

There's another grin though, waiting for them all to come and attack. Military or not-- and he's figured he's military by now just from all the weaponry, that many against one human? The human isn't likely to survive.

So imagine his surprise at the UV light bomb. It startles him, and it hurts his eyes. It doesn't hurt him nearly as bad as it does the lower levels of infected, but he recoils and covers his eyes for a moment, looking back at the damage done to all the rest.

Growling, his eyes change color and he quickly grapples back to his feet and goes to grab the human, although his instinct now isn't to bite. It's something he's learning better control of, even now.

"That's it?" Thinking, for some reason that Jessie had intended to hurt him more with the light bomb than the others, which with his biology he's just not that sensitive to.

He goes to throw him down from his pedestal of old furniture, scoffing and really, seeming like he's upset he's having his time wasted like this. He's supposed to be resting.

Angrily, he goes to rip the goggles from his face and throws them off to god knows where-- outside of the light source though.

"Come on. You woke me up for this shit, do better than that."

Posted 05-03-2021, 04:55 PM

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Jessie was not stupid enough to really stand in the same place--

But the vampire did prove to be quicker again-- and again, Jessie figured: eh, might as well stand in the same spot. Besides--

It was the reaction he was going for:

There, he figured, a cunning look on his face as the ferals drawn by the delicious scent writhed now, as the infected backed off, hating the life-like, hurting light.

Not this man.

Unhappy-- his eyes a color vampiric, and yet capable and strong enough, coming towards, hissing in wrath.

Jessie should not have smiled; on the topic of should have’s, should have not’s, the list did not die.

He leaned into the touch.

In fact-- as he was grabbed, he latched onto the man; gripping him firmly even if it cost him not being able to defend against the loss off his goggles; all that did was ruffle his hair, get to wickedly smile.

He was still holding his gun in one hand-- limp by his side, seemingly, at least it wasn’t shooting at this man.

So close they were, now, so close and Jessie just kept his other, free, hand wrapped around the vampire’s wrist, clutching only as tight as to keep them close, before he smiled his stupid, great smile--

“As you wish.”

He kneed him in the cock.

Hard-- so, so hard, perhaps excusing this action he sympathized with-- by telling himself: well, he is gonna heal quickly.

But it was still fucking mean.

As he buried his knee in the other's cock, he also abused the helpful reality of having two arms-- the free one, after all, not limp at all.

Another pin pulled off, this time a lil something different dropping from his waistline-- and the grenade to topple to the floor began to screech at a frequency that could only give him a smaller headache, and make the inside of his ears vibrate-- and yet a frequency any good, inhuman hearing should feel in detail.

Posted 05-03-2021, 05:35 PM

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The laughing and the mockery, he handles just fine. For whatever reason, this man does seem to actually have a wish to die or something and while he can't make sense of it, the last thing he wants to do is talk about it.

Really, he wasn't in a mood to fight. He's all healed, but he's slowed down some with all the feeding he'd done. Plus.. he just needs his rest. It's been a hard couple weeks for him, and he's in no rush to be out there in the world, conscious and aware of the fact that he's to be hunted down by the military.

He does what he does, but he slipped up the other day. He knows that he has to be more careful about people seeing him. He has to blend in if he wants to survive.

Still, when he's kneed in the dick of all places.

Even a vampire can feel that.

He backs off if only for a second-- yes it hurts, but he's excited that he can feel it-- but it hurts, and then the high frequency .. thing going off.

It's a lot for him to handle and he winds up hissing again just out of reflex, backing away and starting to laugh, almost just to drown out the sound.

Ultimately though, he too is a bit of a glutton for punishment apparently and while it pains him greatly, he uncovers his ears and goes back over to the man, cackling. He seems to think it's hilarious.

His eyes are wet, too. Not from crying necessarily, but a natural reaction from the pain he's feeling and the laughter he's emitting. It's probably very unsettling because he's still very much in his more vampiric appearance.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" Screaming now, just to drown out the sound but also, because he's angry, and confused, and in pain. He goes to grab him by the shirt collar but he's made a choice not to keep attacking.

Posted 05-03-2021, 05:51 PM

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Jessie’s eyes actually widened in a truly unusual, and misplaced moment of empathy.

“I’M SORRY.”

One man to another, god, that had to have hurt, and sporting a manic, and awkward smile, Jessie clutched his own dick-- hell, the guard present, good on him, but he clutched it anyway; then, the smile became a grin.

Really now, the awful vampire was having a laugh-- look at him.

Clearly, he was mentally deficient.

… Clearly, so was Jessie, since he was eyeing him up kinda like hey.

This is good.

Making friends 101.

It wasn’t.

He backed off.

Squinted, and minded to look about himself, knowing that no matter the many repellents he donned that worked on the infected, it would not be enough; he could not maintain this.

He would have to leave--

--he was a suicidal, mad person who despite knowing all this, stayed the spot, his trigger finger confidently in place--

His heart echoing a calm.

The vampire approached; eyes all wild, unnatural, fangs large and obvious, and Jessie tilted his head back, squinting in a mock calm, and studious scrutiny as if whatever he said next was in fact an insulting WIP; as if he hadn’t come in here with a notion of what he wanted, and had left it up to the moment to figure it out for him.

But then--

“You.”

He kicked off the high frequency grenade; although it continued to emit the same high pitch, breeding his headache, it rolled off to the side, and closer towards one of the darkened tunnel-like spaces in here where angered, and famished infected growled and lashed out, frenzied by their bloodlust now.

That was good.

That was very, very good.

For as their frenzy enhanced, and drove them mad-- in confusion, and too motivated by bloodlust, they attacked each other as if that helped them get closer to their delicious, wanton smelling prey--

As if.

And hearing those sure and wicked sounds of in-fighting, Jessie grinned, and curled his free hand in the other's clothing, yanking him closer--

Until nose to nose they existed.

"What do you say we get out of here and have a chat?"

Posted 05-04-2021, 09:48 AM

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The high pitch frequency faded some as it rolled down into one of the long hallways, carrying off all those other infected with it. He could still hear it. It'd have to be quite far away for it to completely leave his mind, but it's gone enough now that it's more a nuisance, and he can focus.

He seems to watch them all for a moment, too. He's seen something like that happen, he's sure. It's something of a memory that he can't really remember, but he knows its there. Something he must've seen years ago-- infected attacking one another and instinctively knowing to get out of there. Something like that. It's fascinating, and he chuckles a bit.

Animals. Less competition for him to worry about in the future.

When Jessie pulls him down, his brows furrow and he stares down at him for a second, not entirely sure of what to do, really. He's less angry now. He's not in much pain, and he has no inclination to try to feed on him.

There's an urge to kill, of course. That's present, and he thinks about it for a moment, eyeing his neck in the same spot that he threatened to bite him the other day.

He doesn't though, and his features calm into something more human again. He can still see his face just fine. Whether or not Jessie can see his, he assumes not.

"Chat, huh?" He pulls away, standing up calmly and brushing off his clothing, clearing his throat and looking down at the human, sighing. Laughing.

It's nice to have the capability to choose something. He doesn't miss being human, but he's remembering how nice it is to have his own thoughts.

After a second, he goes to pull Jessie up, too. He remains close though, just since that seems to be their thing. Quite close, really. About as much as just a moment ago.

Posted 05-04-2021, 10:04 AM

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The fucker eyed up his neck; the choker that wrapped around it, the collar that surrounded it--

And still Jessie felt naked; for that one moment, this sense of nudity was too much.

He almost neared an unusual snapping point.

--nothing happened, though, and the vampire appeared calm-- deceptively calm; with his cherubim like appearance from some POV, he could have been confused for someone normal, someone plain--

Someone human.

And Jessie tilted his head in understanding--

--puzzle pieces slowly formed and snapped in his mind.

Chat, huh? And as the other let him go, and got up, so too would Jessie let go of the other’s clothes-- so too would he clamber up, listening to the sigh, to the laugh--

--learning more.

… And more.

More.

But then the man was close-- and as he appeared wrecked by a need to pull Jessie up, Jessie beat him to it, and he grabbed one of the man’s hands almost like he had foreseen its approach to him; as if he had witnessed it in the future that a hand had fit into a hand--

And then, they were both up on their feet, and Jessie was looking into the man’s cool, human eyes--

Looking directly into them as if he had nothing to fear, as if he was in no threat; as if the man, no matter his various display of prowess, was no more of a danger than the cracked floor underfoot them; as if he was no-one-- nobody; nothing special and no person to fear.

As if, at that moment, that blond man was just a man--

And only a man.

Jessie's stomach squeezed.

It was the growling to the side that interrupted them.

Jessie looked there--

“Huh,” he flatly spoke, and quirked his lips into a shoddy smile.

“Well, they’re such downers, really, interrupting our good time…”

His hand slipped out of the other’s, and thoughtfully trailed down the vampire’s form…

Jessie looked at him. Grinning.

Without turning away, he began backing off. Off. One shy lil step after another.

An odd, beckoning expression upon his features--

Oddly one shameless, and perfect as if a whore’s too confident about their work.

Posted 05-04-2021, 12:53 PM

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The growling around then is a big distraction to him, too. It's annoying. He loathes the lesser vampires, and how they crowd around this area. He has a more private spot and he could lead the way back, and that's what he figures he'll do.

When the other man starts making steps backward, he sneers somewhat and goes to pull his hand, forcefully, the other way. The way back to where he's been nesting. Where he should be at least dying to live like a human, but he's comforted by the simplicity of what he's been used to for decades.

The smell of the blood he spilled all over is still very fresh and considering the odd atmosphere between them, it interests him again enough to pull the man in close and lean over in such a way that he can at least feel his heartbeat.

His venom isn't just for kills. There are other, more harmless components to it that he knows he can use, interchangeably.

For now though, he breaks away again, pulling him along in the way that he wants to go.

""We're at least getting away from those fucks." He sort of mumbles, focused on leading him away. It's been a minute for him, with a man. The banter is so much different. Especially with this man.

He thinks it's amusing, though, and he laughs one more time.

"You seriously did all this shit just so we could fuck?"

Posted 05-04-2021, 04:59 PM

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The asshole pulled him in another direction.

Bad, Jessie thought, at once on guard; if the man was looking to lead him, he could only be going back to his own lair-- that meant he had one-- and Jessie, in some part, wanted to see it; to scour about, scouting it for intel on how levels V could live, what one did with their just-discovered, newly-returned humanity and how did it creep back onto a person, whether it had just struck this asshole one morning to attempt a smile after forever, or it had crawled its way onto his psyche in such a slow progress he had needed a million many blinks to realize something was different.

Jessie knew which option he was going with--

He also knew he had very little interest in exploring it.

The vampire grabbed him; too close, chest to chest once more and Jessie either faked a look of shock, or indeed he sported one; eyes wider, man to man they were. He rested, almost reflexively, his hand on the other’s chest-- as if he were keen to map out the man’s heartbeat; sip in the sounds of it and therefore determine how close it came to sounding just like his own-- just like the organ bleating within the chest of his.

And somehow, Jessie couldn’t look away from the man--

Somehow.

Until said man did begin leading them off again.

Christ.

“Hey!”

Mock-protest, again; he dug his heels into the floor, refusing to budge-- it helped him, at least, bend down and snatch the NVGs up-- but the question, along with the laugh, made him beam.

“I don’t know, do you think you’re worth that ride?”

A foul lil brow waggle later, and Jessie did yank at the man’s arm, obviously wanting to halt him and drag him in another direction.

“Ugh, I’d ride your dick like a pony, Jesus, you could not walk for days afterwards, fuck your super healing, also c’mon where you dragging me, how about a lil wine and dine,” he suggested merrily, cheekily waggling his brows at the cunt, mirthful, and certainly aware there would be no wine and dine.

Shit. Where had all the manners gone?

Posted 05-05-2021, 10:10 AM

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