Who: Kit & OPEN (also works as a narrative) What: Tying up someone else's loose ends When: November 5th, "sunset" Where: Cirque Grounds Warnings: Implied child death, brief mentions of mutilation
"Stop crying."
The sobbing faded quickly, levelling out into a quiet that was only disrupted by the far off screams of terror coming from someplace nearby. By now, Kit had grown used to it. Yet the crying was something that he couldn't stand for long, never had been able to, especially not from children. That was why, when he came across the sniffling boy that was clinging to a recently dead woman - or what was left of her, at least - he almost turned his back on the scene with the intention of putting as much space between himself and it as possible. Yet before he could stalk away in search of another victim to sate the ever-present appetite brought on by the insistent bout of bloodlust he was experiencing, the boy had caught sight of him and began to loudly wail.
Now that, Kit couldn't bear.
Taking to one knee in front of the boy after closing the gap between them, Kit reached out and gently tilted his head up, meeting the tear-filled green eyes with his own as he uttered his whispered command. Although the gift of hypnosis was still relatively new to Kit and therefore mostly untested, he knew that it tended to work more effectively on weaker humans. The child, both young and experiencing intense distress, was a perfect candidate. At Kit's words, the crying stopped as the boy's expression shifted from fearful to blank within seconds, and a hush fell between them that the vampire was more than grateful for.
"Where are your parents?" Kit asked, tone soft so as not to break the connection between them and send the kid into hysterics again. "Mama? Papa?"
The boy blindly pointed to the remains of the woman he had been clutching onto, though he didn't look away from Kit's face. The vampire briefly glanced down at what was left of the boy's mother before returning to hold the child's gaze, clicking his tongue as he did so. It had been made clear to them all that nobody who entered the grounds would be allowed to leave alive, and he knew that if he left the kid now, something far worse than him would see to it that he didn't draw breath for much longer. Perhaps whatever it was that had torn up his mother would come back, or maybe something else entirely. Whatever it was, he doubted it would be a quick or painless end.
Although Kit held no particular fondness for children, he found that he didn't much like the thought of the boy suffering. Hadn't he already done so enough by seeing his mother in such a state? It didn't take much time for the vampire to settle upon what needed to be done.
"It's going to be okay," Kit muttered, letting his hand slide around to cradle the back of the boy's head. The dark strands of his hair contrasted boldly against Kit's pale fingers in the moonlight as he brought the child closer and tilted his head to the side, leaning in as though he were about to whisper a secret. "Close your eyes and take a deep breath for me. Think of home, of happy things."
Then, as the kid had relaxed in his arms, Kit sighed softly as he parted his lips and bit into the tender flesh of the boy's neck, savouring the sweetness of the blood that flooded his mouth and sent his senses into overdrive.