Who: Jared Nomak & Hannibal King What: Jared sees one of his only friends When: Late Night Where: Firehouse Rating: R to be safe; very subtle violence and probably language Jared had a great deal of things running through his mind, some were positive while most were scary and dark, that kept him from sleeping or even functioning without them invading every waking thought. Jared was a man tormented by a life he never chose. It had been several days since he had last slept, as a result he wasn’t thinking as clearly as most people who had a pleasant night sleep but sleep was far from his mind. He was hungry for blood. The ‘victim’ was a youthful vampire, who thought it would be entertaining to try and nab a kid for a midnight snack. Jared attacked with such viciousness and rage on the perverse monster that the vampire looked more like bloody ground chuck on the concrete sidewalk, staking it had turned out to be more of a mercy killing. He had just wanted to feed but things had gotten out of hand and the rage had exploded in blood and bone.
Going back to the Hyperion wasn’t an option for him; no he needed to go somewhere away from them, he didn’t have the desire to explain what was going on with him. The vampire chose instead to go to King. After everything he had gone through King had stayed loyal to him. He had greatly appreciated that though he had never directly said it. He was also one of the few people from the same ‘universe’ as him. Quietly he made his way through the cool night to find Hannibal’s home, one he heard was a firehouse but he had never been there. It was difficult to find but Jared was able to locate it after a long drawn out search through the city. Who knew finding a conversed firehouse was that hard to find? [ooc: hope I was right about that, I wasn’t sure if it was an actual firehouse] It was a late hour, so he didn’t yell out but he did decide to knock. Well, it was more like he pounded on the door with a great amount of force that made his presence clearly heard.