Hunger Pangs

[daniel_stacy]

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.

[Thread: Open to Theresa]

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[daniel_stacy]

As he listened to her talk –

’It’s not so bad… they’re usually nice to me…’

– Daniel felt something in his chest quicken. Kind of a burning sensation. He rubbed at his sternum knowing that it couldn’t be indigestion, so what gave? Oh no, he thought, his expression souring. Was she somehow tugging at his heartstrings? What was going on with him?

He cleared his throat. “I uh… well, she’s a piece of work,” he said. “We’re not close. I went down kicking and screaming and I think she’s had second thoughts. But I don’t know. Maybe she’s always like this with her offspring.”

Had Deanna procreated as a human? He had limited knowledge of the life that came before Deanna was a vampire, but based on her personality in death, he hoped she hadn’t. Poor little bastards.

[tiny_dancer81]

"She?"

That made her dart a look in his direction, and then she looked down at the Lincoln's shiny paint job. It shouldn't have surprised her, since male vampires tended to turn girls while women went for the opposite sex, but there was something in Daniel's tone when he talked about his sire that struck a chord. She'd come to at least appreciate Dane, but it was learned behavior because she'd needed him to help her survive. Now that he was gone, she was having to manage on her own again.

"You don't like her very much, do you?" Fuck, she wasn't going to get all squishy, was she? "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

[daniel_stacy]

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. Shrugged. “Sometimes I like her a lot,” he said. “I get these pangs. And sometimes I’d rather eat glass than spend an hour with her.” He chewed on his lip. “Y’know, it’s like being a teenager and you’ve got his parent you hate, but at the same time, you’re scrambling for attention.”

[tiny_dancer81]

That made Theresa's smile turn rueful, because she remembered that too. Once she'd come to understand that her sire believed he was saving her, she'd developed an intermittent, grudging fondness for him. Yeah, he'd had the emotional maturity of a cantaloupe, but most vampires did. There were times when she'd wanted to make him proud of her. When it got so late that it was early, sometimes she'd miss him.

This was getting uncomfortably human.

"My sire believed he was doing me a favor. Do you regret that you drank?"

[daniel_stacy]

“I don’t even remember doing it,” he said. “For all I know, she pried my mouth open, pinched my nose and dumped a cup of blood down the drain.” Daniel had a hard time believing that his human self would have sucked blood out of Deanna’s open, gaping wound, no matter how desperate the situation. Hot, yeah; the redhead was smoking hot. But… tasty to human tongues? Dubious.

He braced his knee on the fender of a Dodge.

“Can’t say I’m sorry I’m a vampire instead of being plain old dead, though. You?”

[tiny_dancer81]

"Better to be a walking corpse than one buried in the ground."

No, she didn't regret it, at least not at this point. It meant she wouldn't die of an overdose, and it ruled out her contracting some hideous disease. Street kids died young for a multitude of reasons. In a bizarre way, she'd gotten the good end of the deal.

"You're okay, y'know? A little unschooled, maybe, but it takes time to develop a pattern. I had an advantage doing what I do. It taught me how to be a survivor. I just had to adjust that to doing it after the sun went down. You'll learn too."