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Eric Northman ([info]i_bite) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2011-06-24 19:28:00

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Entry tags:dean winchester, eric northman, fight club

Catch me if you can - Fight club challenge (Dean)
He was just in the mood for a light snack. Something quick. What the humans liked to call 'fast food'. He didn't want to have to hunt down Fred for it, it would take too long. It also hadn't been a very long time since he'd fed on her last, and wanted a little more time to go by before they saw each other again. Let those dreams get in there good and deep. He also didn't want to ask Baba. She was not the sort you went to for a quick meal. Baba was to be enjoyed. Savored. And on top of that, they had experiments to run, didn't they? He couldn't just ask her for something as powerful as her blood and then tell her that he had to run.

The sun had only just gone down. He'd been up for almost two full hours before sunset. He could tell that the blood he'd already taken from the ancient hag was wearing off. But not as quickly as he'd thought it would. Soon, though, he would be waking just before sunset as he had previous to ever knowing her. He still hadn't dared to go outside until the sun was dark, however. He wasn't foolish enough to try that this late in the game and without the help that Baba Yaga had promised him. Instead, he'd been irritated for those entire two hours by the new day girl. She talked his ear off. With the most inane crap he'd ever heard in his life. He didn't know if she'd been trying to impress him or flirt with him or if she'd been highly nervous. It didn't matter. By the end of the two hours, he'd really felt like killing her. If hiring a day girl wasn't so tedious, he might have.

He'd left as soon as he could, not saying a word.

Not knowing where he was going, he'd just started to walk. As he walked, he realized that he was a little bit hungry. Thus, the snack. It really hadn't taken him long to find somebody suitable for his needs. A lovely young lad walking by himself. Eric had taken him down quickly, sweeping him into an alley quickly, and before the boy ever knew what was going on. The kid was right around the age of 13, Eric thought. Young. Tasty.

His fangs slid easily into the flesh and Eric got ready to have his mini meal.


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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 04:51 am UTC (link)
Dean had been out looking for clues. He'd been doing more than just looking for Jake; he did handle a few small cases. Ghosts didn't stop existing just because he had real batshit crazy types to find. Neither did werewolves (which he'd yet to see), witches (again, not seen), vampires (aced a few), and all the other fucked up critters of the night he'd had to deal with. They kept going even when there was some human business to handle.

The hunter was making his way to Wanda's place; he hadn't seen her in a while, and he wanted to check on her. Also, after asking round the first time, he'd realized there might be more than one ghost or something bigger there. He'd thought he'd get another look around, take some readings, ask more questions. That had been the plan anyway.

The plan changed when tall, pale, and blond decided to snag a kid off the street and take him down the alley. It didn't matter if the guy was one really big pervert or if it was something else. Dean wasn't having it. Plus, the height thing really wasn't all it was cracked up to be; he was related to Gigantor the talking moose. Of course, he wouldn't have minded having Sam along.

He raced down the block and stopped at the corner, his back to the wall. He peeked round, and had to bite back a few expletives. The Colt, not his but the Colt, would have been nice to have along too. He pulled his gun and stepped round the corner.

"For a big son of a bitch, you think you'd pick something a little bigger, or older. Then again, vampires take it however they can get it, right?" He glared at the pale man down the site of his raised firearm. "And don't gimme shit about the gun. It'll still hurt like hell."

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 05:07 am UTC (link)
Eric turned his eyes to the voice coming at him from the end of the alley. The boy in his arms was forgotten immediately and Eric let him drop to the ground. It took a moment, but the glamor wore off of him and there were scrambling noises as the kid made a break for it, pushing past the man with the gun and not caring. Obviously, he just wanted out.

Standing upright, Eric raised his eyebrows at the human pointing a weapon at him. A small smile played for a moment across his lips. If there were regular bullets in that gun, it would only hurt for the briefest of times, not long enough to stop Eric from doing whatever he wanted to do.

"Aren't we confident in ourselves." Eric mused. "And so sure of our little toy."

He'd had his meal. This human hadn't been fast enough to stop that from happening. Eric wiped the blood from his face and licked it off of his fingertips. Having just fed, he was in a good mood. Ready for anything this one might bring to the table, so to speak.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 05:26 am UTC (link)
"I could just be too stupid to know any better." Dean smirked. He'd heard it enough times, so it was possibly true. There was an inward wince that he hadn't gotten to the boy soon enough, but at least the kid wasn't dead. Scared was sometimes much better than dead.

"Course, whatever you are and I'm guessing it's vampire, you probably think my humanity is a weakness." Dean had met a few vampires in his day, some even here in the City. Most of them saw humans as nothing more than food. He'd been tossed around by a bunch of them, and he'd killed a good many of them too. He knew he was taking on a huge risk, but he also knew he wasn't going to sit back and just watch some douche bag vampire feed on some kid. Even if the kid were some stupid girl who actually believed vampires were sexy. There was nothing sexy about a vampire.

He knew it was taking a risk, and pissing off vampires while taking risks not a good idea. But, he had to slow the son of a bitch down. Three shots rang out, two the head, one to the heart. The creature could probably move fast, maybe dodge, maybe not. Dean just needed to give himself some time. He needed something more. If he had his Impala, he'd possibly have a vial of deadman's blood. Or if he could get to the morgue. Where the hell was the morgue? He needed an ax.

This was all a very bad idea. He really did have to stop trying to be a hero.

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 05:36 am UTC (link)
The first bullet to come toward his head was dodged, but the second wasn't as artfully managed. It grazed thickly into the flesh at the side of his skull, to the bone. The one meant for his heart entered his shoulder and went all the way through.

Lucky for Eric, he'd just fed, so the healing started immediately. Unlucky for this human, he'd just fed, and now he was angry. There was blood sliding down the side of his face and soaking into his shirt. Two different places were actually staining his shirt red. If the blood hadn't ruined it, the hole definitely would have. But more than that, Eric was angry about being shot at all. He hated being shot. It was so annoying.

His eyes locked onto the human. "How right you are." And how much more he hated this particular human right now. He'd have been fine if there had just been threats with the gun. But no. It had actually been used.

Eric was at one moment standing at the far end of the alley. In the next, he had the human by the throat and was holding him against the wall at the other end. His face close, his fangs still out.

"The most idiotic part of your actions is that the boy wasn't going to be killed. In fact, he has no memory of what was done to him. He just knows you suddenly threatened him with a gun." Eric said this thoughtfully.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 05:52 am UTC (link)
Thankfully, Dean didn't drop his weapon. Ever since the constant loss of weapon during a fight had come up by some stupid loser in a hookman outfit, the hunter had been very aware of where his weapons are. He'd managed to keep hold of the Colt even as he was slammed into the wall. His free hand lifted to work at the wrist, even if he knew it was probably not going to do much.

The hunter didn't seem afraid so much as angry. "Yes, because you're on of the good guys." Vampires always seemed ready to call someone else an idiot or someone else less than. Dean wasn't one to like that much. Well, as long as they really weren't idiots. Hookman had been an idiot.

"You were just feeding on him against his will because you were such a damn fine human being..." It wasn't easy to talk, but the older Winchester would always find away to do it. He had a habit of pissing his enemies off. He was willing to bet, this guy was definitely an enemy. "Wait, no, you aren't human."

Dean had the gun pointed at the vampire, but he didn't shoot, not yet. Instead he kicked the asshole with all he could in the limited space he had. He wasn't superhuman, but he did know where to kick a guy and make it hurt. Knee, crotch, side. Vampire or not. He could also put in a few good punches, but punches really weren't an option at the moment. He also refused to flail about or hope that the blond vampire would just let him go.

During the kick, Dean's free hand dropped to get the knife he always carried with him. Silver knives could cause a hell of a lot of damage after all.

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 06:03 am UTC (link)
He had to admit, and he hated it, but he couldn't deny it, that this particular human had some rather witty quips and was holding himself together pretty well despite what he had seen and what he was currently going through.

Though, the kicking did have to stop, and somewhat immediately. The booted feet were hitting areas that were tender, even to a vampire. While Eric was able to remain composed and keep his grip where he wanted it, he was more than a little unhappy about the pain he was experiencing. Not to mention the gun was still in play. While he didn't think that the human would fire it accidentally, he seemed too controlled to do that, it could go off on purpose again. Eric really really hated being shot.

He leaned in further, pushing against the other body with some force. Not enough to do damage, but enough to limit the movement hopefully. At least somewhat. Eric didn't enjoy being kicked. He might have enjoyed it less than being shot. At least being shot carried some dignity with it.

As he moved closer, he took in an unnecessary breath. He couldn't say why he'd done so, but it happened. With that breath, he caught a very distinctive scent. Something he'd smelled before in his lifetime. Something he enjoyed very much. He was a little bit disarmed by this. It stopped him better than the bullet had. He took another big sniff and confirmed it.

"You smell like a fairy." Could it be that this was no human after all? He was definitely not a full fairy. Eric would have smelled that right away. The scent was somehow strange, though. He reeked of it, yet it didn't seem to fit quite right. There was enough of the smell there for Eric to believe that this man was at least partially fairy, but not in the same way as he'd encountered it before. How strange. Usually if somebody was around them or brushed up against one they just had a faint tint of fairy to their person. This was more than that.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 06:24 am UTC (link)
Dean didn't like how Eric moved. It was a smart move; it was something he'd do, but he'd do it without the sniffing. The vampire was actually sniffing him? Why couldn't he get the hot female vampires who just wanted to screw him and send him on his way? He had to get the male ones who got way too close for Dean's comfort.

"And you look like one." It wasn't his best retort, but he had been doing his best to forget about the fairies. He didn't need or want to hear about them. The fact that he still smelled like one of them made him truly sick, but the only emotion that showed on the hunter's face was the ever easily called upon anger. He could rage with the best of them.

The knife wasn't the easiest thing to get to now that he was more pinned than before against the wall, but he managed. There was only one other blade he'd prefer carrying, the damn demon pigsticker that Sam usually ended up with. He'd stick with silver for now and hope that it did something to the Thor wannabe.

He turned the knife around, holding it to his side. He had no problem shooting the vampire while he was so close, but he would have preferred some space. Dean tried not to telegraph that he was about to attack again; the smaller distance between them working for him at the moment. The knife was aimed for the vampire's neck. He'd be lucky if he got the shoulder. He also had to be mindful of not getting any of the vampire's blood in his mouth.

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 06:42 am UTC (link)
"Funny that you think that should be an insult."

Eric was so wrapped up in what this guy could truly be and why he should smell of fairy so much and so differently that he didn't really notice the knife. Or rather, he didn't notice what the knife was made out of. He took it, wrongly, as normal, as the bullets in the gun had been. It was a mistake to do.

It went into his shoulder and hurt like hell. He grit his teeth so hard that they might have broken if just a little more pressure was put on. As it was, he heard the enamel creak. He didn't want to show anybody at all that he had a weakness to silver. He had managed to not react to Lestat's rings in any significant way, and he tried very hard to not react to this beyond having a knife stuck into his shoulder. There were some things he couldn't hide. Like the anger that flared again in his eyes, and the cords of his neck popping out with the effort he was putting forth to not scream or indicate that it was the silver itself that was causing him pain.

He threw the human to the ground, not far, because of the knife, but away. And not as hard as he would have liked, again, because of the knife, but hard.

With the distance, and the moment he hoped it took for the offender to catch his breath again, Eric focused on the knife. He actually didn't care if the guy came for him again, he just wanted the knife out of his body. Eric took a look at the weapon and was relieved to see the handle was wrapped in leather. He would not have to be in further contact with the silver to remove it from himself. He grasped it tightly and yanked. The silver moving through his flesh caused him more pain, and he couldn't stop a grunt from escaping his throat.

The knife needed to be out of this situation. Eric turned to the mouth of the alley and threw it as far as he could out into the city. He had no idea where it landed, and he didn't care. He didn't even care if it ended up in somebody's body. He just wanted it as far away from himself as he could get it, as fast as possible. It wouldn't be used against him again, at least not this time.

Then he turned back to the human to see what his progress was. Wondering if he should just be done with these games and kill him. There was yet another hole in his body streaming blood, and this one wasn't healing so fast. The shirt covered it mostly, but he didn't have to see it to know it wasn't happening fast. Plus, it still burned. It would burn until it was all the way healed. Maybe even a little after that.

"I should make you replinish my blood loss." He said, advancing.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 06:52 am UTC (link)
The anger could have been from anything: the fact that a human got the vampire yet again, the fact that it hurt like hell and the human wasn't giving up, or even the fact that it was silver. Dean was hoping it was all the above. Silver and iron were the two metals a hunter tried to keep handy; if one didn't hurt the monster, the other had a good chance in doing so.

He wasn't exactly happy about his trip through the air, but he was beginning to believe that he wasn't actually in a fight with something supernatural if he didn't end up flying through the air with blood on him. He knew he was fighting humans when he wasn't being smashed into a wall with just a wave of a hand or a tilt of the head. Or even with a bit of a heave by some Aryan prince type.

He didn't like that he lost his gun when he hit the ground either. Or he wouldn't like it as soon as he remembered out to breath. He didn't take as long as some might to get into a more upright position; then again, he'd been thrown about like this for a good bit of his life. He'd had practice. There was a soft cough or two as the air stung in his chest and throat.

"Nah, I already donated." He coughed out, feeling a bit of relief as he caught the familiar glint off metal. It took him a little longer to realize that the bastard no longer had his knife in him. In fact, the guy wasn't holding it at all. Now, Dean would have kept the thing around to be on the safe side, but this vampire just got rid of it? Was he that arrogant?

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 07:08 am UTC (link)
"I can't decide if I should break you, or just rip you in half." Eric muttered. It might be fun to have this human under his thrall. To break his will and his mind. To turn him into some kind of little pet. Though, if he did that, it was likely there would be no more amusing quips, and that would defeat the purpose. Of course, he could just give the boy some of his blood. That would do a number on him. Give him blood and not let him forget about it.

Right now, however, Eric wanted to cause hurt. Hurt and pain. Worse than he'd felt himself, in fact. He didn't think an equal amount of it would be satisfying. The bonus of this idea was that he'd had hundreds of years to perfect torture, and he'd started out with a goodly amount of knowledge about it. He could make this last for quite a while, or at least seem like it to the human.

In a blink, he was on top of the pesky human, knocking him back into a supine position, looking down at him, fangs showing. He hadn't decided if he was going to taste and see if there was more to him, if he was fairy or just human, the fangs were an automatic threat. One he didn't care to control, as even the most stout human wills tended to shrivel a little at the sight of them, even if they were used to seeing them. Even other vampires feared the baring of fangs. He knelt with one knee on the human's chest and the other on his left arm.

Before he did anything else, Eric took a firm grasp of the human's right arm and twisted abruptly. There was a distinctive and very satisfying pop as it came out of the socket, effectively dislocated. He then followed it up with a very solid punch, aimed directly at the human's face. It was a quick movement. Over in a flash, and wasn't as powerful as Eric could make it, but that was because Eric did not want this one to die just yet. Not until he could have more fun.

"Do you have any witty remarks to make now?"

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 07:24 am UTC (link)
Dean knew running was a good option at the moment. He grabbed the Colt and had just enough time to take one step, but he soon found himself on his back with the vampire on top of him. Knee to chest and arm wasn't comfortable; what happened next was even less so.

The fangs...oh, the fangs were a mind trip and a half. Dean had seen, even had, a set of fangs; only these fangs were a second layer of teeth almost. They filled the mouth. These...were sleek and smooth for quick kills. For a moment, Dean could appreciate the fangs. The moment was brief, and he wasn't going to admit to even liking the two pronged approach as compared to the mouthfull of sharp needles.

The hunter didn't have much time to think about it all. He knew what was coming before the vampire did it. It was what he would do if he were in the position and wanted to cause damage. His whole body lurched under the vampire's. Not from the pain, though it was there, as much as the act. The trauma caused by dislocation. The punch was over before Dean knew it had begun, which was shocking.

Perhaps to his credit or his demise, Dean didn't exactly cry out. Not when his arm was dislocated, and not when his face exploded in pain. He grunted, his "free" hand - the one that was still responding to his brain - scratched and pawed at the ground for some weapon. Dean's jaw tight, and his eyes were blood shot, watering. For the moment, he was doing good to not completely lose it. Then, as if to goad the bastard on, he managed a half ass smirk.

"I'd...say..bite me, but you're..." He coughed up a little blood from a cut somewhere in his mouth. "Not my type."

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 07:51 am UTC (link)
Eric saw the blood, and an easy opportunity to verify his wonderings and also potentially throw the human off course mentally. He leaned in close, contorting his body in a way that a human body wouldn't go, still keeping his knees in place, still not using his hands to hold himself up.

"Pity. Because you are mine." His tongue traced the line of blood dripping from the human's lips, all the way back to the source. He didn't go any further than that, didn't go so far as to force his tongue into the human's mouth, as much as he might have wanted to taste blood more fresh. He knew very quickly though, that this one was just a regular human. Not even part fairy. He just smelled of it.

He was actually a little disappointed. It had been a while since he'd had fairy blood. "Not a fairy." Eric gave his head a little disappointed shake and let it go. Taking blood from this one wouldn't be nearly as much fun without the hint of otherness. But he still might do it anyway. Just as a means to an end. The bleeding he'd done negated the snack he'd had. It seemed a shame to waste this chance to not only heal himself a little quicker, but meet his original goal as well. Not now, however. Later. When it would be more insult to injury than a moment of horror or pain.

Eric sat up a little and then leaned back. He placed his hand just below the human's knee. It took no effort at all to squeeze and place pressure until he felt and heard the bone snap. It was a gratifying moment for Eric. A smile washed over his features, going all the way into his eyes. He looked at the human again. Already he was feeling better about things, and he wasn't even quite beginning.

"I feel that since we're beginning to know each other a little better, I should know your name." Eric began to search for a wallet, not waiting for the human to respond. He found it in fairly short order and flipped it open. "Bill? Your name is Bill?" Eric rolled his eyes. Another Bill he disliked immensely. At least this one he could do horrible things to.

"Whatever. What shall I do to you next, Bill?"

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 08:15 am UTC (link)
Dean tried to turn his head away from the tongue. His jaw tightened painfully. He tried to think passed the tongue going where it shouldn't. He focused on what weapons he had on him; he thought of what he could do to the vampire. When he could and would attack. He considered calling Castiel, for only a moment.

He didn't look up at Eric right away. There wasn't much that Eric could do that hadn't been done to Dean down in the Pit. Not even licking him. The hunter knew torture from both sides, and while he wasn't exactly immune to the pain, not even completely to the psychological aspects, he refused to actually give over to the damned thing on top of him.

The hunter didn't cry out when he felt his leg break. He grunted, and his jaw twitched. His eyes remained bloodshot and watered, but he didn't cry out. He had no way of fighting back, but there was something about the vampire not knowing his name that seemed like a little defiance.

When he finally looked up at Eric, something had changed. His eyes were cold, a cold anger burning there. The smile on his lips, a hint of it anyway, held no mirth. It was just a few degrees from the kind of smile that dared a bully to hit it one more time.

""Depends," His voice wasn't steady, yet he didn't sound as if he were about break down and ask for mercy. "Are you going to buy me dinner first?"

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 08:32 am UTC (link)
"No." Eric grinned back. "I am not."

Without moving, Eric put pressure on 'Bill's' chest with his knee, feeling a couple of the ribs snap. It had been a good long time since the last time he'd been able to physically torture a human. At least with this much freedom. Without the worry that some vampire law was going to get him into trouble. It made him quite happy.

It had stopped being about just the torture, just getting the human back for hurting him. Now it was the enjoyment of the strength of this particular model. He hadn't cried out. He hadn't begged Eric to stop. He was showing the effects of the pain, but not highly. Eric liked that. It gave him a little bit of respect for the guy. These were things that would have had other humans passed out, crying, pleading, but this one just kept on being witty.

He assessed the damage he had done thus far. It was quite a lot. The human Bill now had one leg and one arm that wouldn't work right. He had a lovely bruise forming on his face. Broken ribs. Eric put a finger down near his knee and pushed, breaking another rib as if it were a blade of dry grass.

Eric decided he was pretty done. Except for one thing. He put a hand to the bruised side of the human's face and pushed his head aside, holding against the ground with enough pressure that there wouldn't be a struggle. He bent again, in that unnatural way, and put his lips against Bill's neck. The pulse was still strong, furious. Eric sunk his fangs in. Despite the blood not being tinted with fairy, it was still very good. Definitely better than Fred's, and Fred's was at the top of his list.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 08:42 am UTC (link)
Dean knew he was about to feel more pain. He knew he shouldn't keep pushing, but he couldn't back down. The vampire had struck a nerve that few in the City knew about. Not even Sam knew exactly how bad it had gotten. Sam had no idea what Dean had been through, at least not the Sam who was in the City. He didn't think the one he'd left behind could truly understand either, even with his own stint in Hell.

The free hand dug at the asphalt, and he felt the added pain of fingernails breaking in ways they shouldn't. It reminded him of the time he'd had to dig himself out of the grave. It kept his mind off what was really happening. There were more grunts, slight jerks under the vampire's body. He tried to focus on the pain in his hand, the one he could still move.

His focus wavered greatly. Not when the vampire turned his head, but when he felt the fangs break skin. His chest heaved slightly; so this was how he was going to die? There wasn't a whimper, but he was shaking. There wasn't any one emotion that caused that reaction; perhaps it was all those emotions at once. Being fed on twisted his stomach worse than all the pain of broken bone and misplaced joints. He didn't cry, but if he could have, he would have lost whatever he had eaten early.

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 09:04 am UTC (link)
Eric pulled back from the bite. Very satisfying. He'd taken more from this one than from the earlier one. Not too much, though. He debated for a moment, using his blood to close over the two puncture marks on the human's neck. He'd done pretty well at covering his tracks thus far. Then he decided against it. The boy was in very bad shape as it was. It was likely nobody would care very much about the wounds on his neck, and it would be fairly obvious that somebody of great strength had done this thing. There would be the random bruising that would come of weapons used. In fact, there would be a fairly clear hand print bruise on Bill's leg right above where it was broken.

He tilted his head and looked down at his victim. Because that's what he was now, strength of will or not. He took his hand away from Bill's head and let it go freely where it wanted to. He didn't quite move away from his position yet.

"I have come to the understanding that there are different kinds of vampires here. I'm guessing that the ones you have had contact with were fairly easily taken care of. Perhaps now you will realize that we are not all so fragile and weak." Eric nodded down to the man's body. To indicate how easily he'd done what he'd done. He'd put forth almost no energy to do the breaking that he'd done. "But I do like your... what do you humans call it these days? Spunk? You have a very strong constitution. I've come to respect you in our time together, and you should feel honored, it does not happen very often."

If he really thought about it, likely Eric could count the amount of humans he actually respected on one hand.

Eric really smiled then. The thing that seemed to bother this one the most was not the pain, but when he got too close. The drinking of his blood. When Eric had licked his face. What better than to inundate him with something all the more uncomfortable?

His smile twitched, hinting at held back laughter. "I am going to do something for you."

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 09:15 am UTC (link)
Again there was the pause, not looking right at the thing, but Dean's head soon lifted, allowing him to look right into those eyes. The look spoke of his disgust, hate, and the ever present anger. Dean didn't bother trying to hide it. Not even a little bit.

"If you could go fuck yourself," Dean nearly winced at how raspy from emotion, but he wouldn't stop. "That'd be great." He'd almost mentioned his car; only the thought of this asshole in his baby made him feel even worse. He'd find that car, and he was considering killing anyone who might try to take it away from him. "Other than that, I'm just aces."

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 09:22 am UTC (link)
He really was starting to enjoy this human. He hadn't expected it at all. Eric thought that this one would make a very good vampire. Except for the part where he seemed to detest vampires very much. It wouldn't work out in the end.

Eric took a hold of the human's face once again. Only this time, he held Bill face up, and placed pressure at either side of the jaw joint so that he would be forced to open his mouth. It didn't have to be wide, just enough for the blood to go in.

He placed his wrist to his mouth and tore it open with his fangs. The savage rip was made close to the bend of his wrist so that in this awkward position, Eric would be able to let the blood find it's mark easier. He pushed his hand against Bill's lips. Smiling all the while. Knowing that there would be a struggle at first, a refusal. But all it took was a few drops for the recipient to become enamored with it.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-06-25 09:31 am UTC (link)
Dean had been a vampire already. Been there, done that, ganked the fuzzy haired asshole that'd done it. The hunter had no desire to be a vampire. In fact, he'd rather die first. Well, actually die not die like the many times before he had died. Dean Winchester had a very odd existence when it came to being human and how he kept avoiding death, which wasn't at all human.

The hunter's eyes went wide as soon as he realized what was about to happen. While his body was broken, and he had no real way to fight, Dean tried. He wasn't going through that again; he didn't even have the cure. He wasn't going to be that thing! Logic suggested that becoming a vampire wasn't the same for the different kinds, but he didn't want to find out. Only, he wasn't getting a choice.

The blood caught in his throat. He didn't want it. He screamed in his head, as he'd done other times when he found his body acting in ways he knew it shouldn't. Oh, there wasn't a complete separation of mind and body, but he hated himself when he felt his lips open more an press back against the vampire's skin. His tongue lap at the cut. His body, and somewhere not so deep his mind, wanted it.

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[info]i_bite
2011-06-25 09:39 am UTC (link)
Eric cut the human off from his blood at the moment when he knew it would both heal him significantly, and give him dreams for at least a few days. A week. If he was lucky, a week and a half, but he didn't think so. It was also the moment when the blood would really start tasting good. When it would become a need, a craving, to have more. Cruelty in the cut off moment, Eric timed it well for that. He'd enjoyed seeing the torment in the eyes while the body pulled more blood in.

He then stood up with a smooth movement that caused no more pressure to be on the breaks he had caused in Bill's chest.

"Goodbye."

Instead of out of the alley through it's opening, Eric went up. He was, of course, showing off his ability to fly, because he wanted just one more thing to impact this human, just one more thing that would defy the logic.

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