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birthright_rpg2013-09-02 05:07 pm
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Hunger Pangs
Daniel was starving.
No, really.
If asked, the vampire would swear he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Spending time with Holly was akin to fasting at a dinner table piled with sizzling, juicy steaks. He jogged to his car with the biggest ‘fang boner’ of his life, his face morphing into demonic features and remaining as such for the entirety of the drive into Las Vegas, where he hoped to arrive in time for the casinos to unleash drunken, giddy tourists onto the sidewalk. He parked his car and struck out on foot.
Where, where, where are you going? Get your game face on. Not that one, the pretty one.
Great. Now he talked to himself.
Screw it. He didn’t have the patience for sweet talk. He abandoned the casino plan and swung into a parking garage stairwell, taking the steps three at a time. Sooner or later, a woman who dressed like an extra from Knots Landing would toddle to her car, inebriated and ripe for the sucking. Daniel stopped on level four and meandered between the parked automobiles, in search of one with the hallmarks of womanhood: lipstick tube, emery board, hairbrush. He shielded his eyes and peered into the driver’s side window of a silver Miata.
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No, really.
If asked, the vampire would swear he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Spending time with Holly was akin to fasting at a dinner table piled with sizzling, juicy steaks. He jogged to his car with the biggest ‘fang boner’ of his life, his face morphing into demonic features and remaining as such for the entirety of the drive into Las Vegas, where he hoped to arrive in time for the casinos to unleash drunken, giddy tourists onto the sidewalk. He parked his car and struck out on foot.
Where, where, where are you going? Get your game face on. Not that one, the pretty one.
Great. Now he talked to himself.
Screw it. He didn’t have the patience for sweet talk. He abandoned the casino plan and swung into a parking garage stairwell, taking the steps three at a time. Sooner or later, a woman who dressed like an extra from Knots Landing would toddle to her car, inebriated and ripe for the sucking. Daniel stopped on level four and meandered between the parked automobiles, in search of one with the hallmarks of womanhood: lipstick tube, emery board, hairbrush. He shielded his eyes and peered into the driver’s side window of a silver Miata.
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It was true, although she'd spent most of her junior and senior years doing blow and hooking to support her habit. She'd been a decent student when she'd bothered to go, it was just that she'd had...other priorities at the time. Since her turning, she'd learned by the seat of her pants.
"You're not even a year old, are you?" she asked, studying Daniel out of the corner of her eye. "You're practically crawling out of your skin with wanting to eat somebody. You're not one of those purists or anything, are you? Like, you have to drink virgin's blood or it doesn't taste right?"
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Daniel tried to envision himself giving a rat’s ass whether the person he ate had a sex life. He couldn’t see how it would change the taste, unless there was diseased blood involved, or hormones or something. Talk about cruel: taking a person out before anyone got to home plate? He wasn’t that bereft of humanity.
“My palette’s not that developed. Let’s just say I found myself in a look-but-don’t-touch situation, so I’m famished.”
He wished he had a pen and notepad so he could start jotting down all the quirks of vampirism Deanna hadn’t shared with him. Call him crazy, but he was getting the impression that his sire didn’t expect him to last long. Kind of a self-fulfilling prophesy.
“Also, I doubt there’s a virgin within a mile of this place.”
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"Dane used to say there were all kinds of vamps, but the really quirky ones were usually more than a couple of centuries old. The sort who thought Dracula was a biography. Lived in mausoleums, slept in caskets, never kept mirrors around. Weird shit like that."
She glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes had gone by. "And I know all about look-but-don't-touch. One on one with a human is the worst when you know you can't or shouldn't bite."
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If anything was going to go his way in terms of survival, Daniel reflected, it was going to be forging past the immediate impulse… which was, ironically, a quality Holly claimed not to have. He could be bigger than the monumental oral fixation he’d been saddled with in exchange for endless youth. He didn’t have to chase necks so doggedly that he ran headlong onto the pointy end of a stick.
Suck on that, D.
“I like to have my cake and eat it, too.” He raised a knee up to his chest.
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"What's her name?" Theresa asked with a slight smile, taking a wild stab in the dark because she had a hunch she'd be right. No wonder he smelled like sex. Then again, it meant he didn't do it for money, because women didn't have to pay for it.
"Is she your girlfriend?"