jonmarrok (jonmarrok) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-04-03 00:55:00 |
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Current location: | Eden |
Current mood: | drained |
Entry tags: | place: la, ~damon braddock, ~jon marrok |
Once Bitten...
Who: Jon Marrokjonmarrok & Damon Braddockdamonslostlove
When: Wednesday Night
Where: Eden
Rating: PG
Jon: Though Jon was happy that his baby brother, Ash, had managed to find himself some friends at school to go out and do things with, it still left the older wolf alone a lot. On one hand, it gave him the time he needed for studies, but when he had no school work to get caught up on, it left him feeling a bit left out. He had to get himself out of the funk though. Sitting around and wallowing in self pity was not something Jon did.
Around campus, he'd heard of a few clubs that a lot of the alumni frequented and decided that it was time to check them out for himself. What harm could it do? He could get a few drinks to loosen up and maybe even meet someone. Of course he knew though that a bar was not a place to find the best sort. It was his only option. At least that's what he had himself believing as he entered a club called Eden. It seemed like any other night club he'd ever been too; loud music, a throbbing crowd on the dance floor, flashy lights, and the smell of booze and sex mingling in the air.
Damon: Damon didn't see much of the ground level of Eden, spending much of his time underground in the sub-level of the club. The sub-level was unknown to the humans above, dancing and drinking their worries and cares away due to a charm that was carefully placed over the threshold of Eden. It had been necessary after the unfortunate incident where a young Telekinetic had gotten upset and blew out half the sub-level.
The charm was a recent addition to Eden in order to control the questions about the now "missing VIP" room. Said "VIP" room was still there, of course, but the entrance from the ground level had been bespelled in such a way that normal humans could not see it. Rather, a normal human would see the door, but their mind would come up with a valid excuse to stay away. Only those who truly knew, and saw, the underlying world of the supernatural could approach the door and enter the sub-level.
All that said, Damon hardly ever saw the ground floor of Eden as most of his duties as co-owner and manager were spent downstairs. Also, he much preferred the quieter atmosphere of the sub-level than all the heavy metal goth and punk music Lilith had pumping through the human club. However, Lilith had asked him to keep an eye on things topside that night, so Damon did...and stuck out like a sore thumb in his dress shirt, pants, and lightweight dark coat.
Jon: Jon made a bee line for the bar. He didn't do well in crowds of strangers. Mostly because he'd led such a sheltered life back home in the wilds of Montana with his pack. So he was cursing himself for coming out to this place. For it being the middle of the week he hadn't expected it to be so packed with people though. But instead of leaving, he decided to try a little bit of liquid courage to see if that would change his mind.
"I'd like a Guinness please" he told the bartender as she approached to take his order. Then Jon sat on one of the stools and stayed facing the bar for the time being.
Damon: The vampire spotted the werewolf as soon as the creature entered the club. For the most part, most shifters of any nature, and any other creature of the supernatural, spent their time below so it was easy for Damon to pick up on the...wolf's scent. Why was he paying particular attention to some seemingly random Werewolf? Shifter blood was especially delicious, potent, and far more satisfying (at least to Damon) than mere human blood. There was a time when that was all Damon hunted.
Since Damon's plan to ensnare Lucian, or Luke as he'd been calling himself, was now defunct due to the older vampire's mysterious disappearance, the younger vampire was falling back into old habits. Why not, had been his question, as Bella was no longer around to keep the inner monster at bay Damon fell back into taking blood from willing victims...and the private detective was feeling rather peckish at the moment. He grabbed the seat next to Jon in time for him to hear the werewolf order a Guinness and Damon lifted a hand to indicate an additional number, "Make that two, Trisha." He smiled pleasantly at the bartender.
Jon: Jon looked to the man sitting next to him and offered a kind smile. "I don't see too many people actually order that too." he noted, hoping to strike up a conversation since there seemed to be common ground. But soon, he caught the other man's scent. Vampire no doubt. Jon hadn't come across too many of the creatures but had been told by his father many times to be wary of them. He believed them to be nothing but devious and dangerous creatures. Jon didn't have his own opinions...yet.
Damon: Damon merely shrugged in response, taking the glass set before him and sipped. Technically, the vampire didn't taste much in the ways of human food or drink anymore and it wasn't vital to his survival if he went without. "It's an...acquired taste," the vampire verbally replied with some amusement at the boy's comment.
Jon: "Yeah it is" Jon chuckled, taking a sip of his own brew, the bitterness sharp on his tongue from not having had some in so long. He winced a little, swallowing hard which caused the muscles in his neck to flex profusely. "I forget sometimes how strong this stuff can me." Glancing at the other man for a moment, Jon smiled crookedly, feeling a little foolish, and intimidated.
Damon: Oh, don't think that Damon didn't notice those neck muscles flexing. On the contrary, the vampire did notice, watching the blood pound underneath the delicate skin of the werewolf. He quickly lifted his gaze when the boy turned to look at Damon again and he politely returned the smile that was given with one of his own.
"Been a while, I take it," Damon commented.
Jon: "You could say that" Jon retorted. He could literally feel those eyes on him. Like an invisible hand whose fingers danced over his skin causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. Jon visibly shivered, giving the vampire a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. "I didn't think your kind drank? Well, beer anyway." Jon finally turned his gaze fully on the other.
Damon: Jon's comment sparked a memory of the other night when he'd met Adriana at The Vault. His shame from the next evening when he realized just how low he'd gone came flooding back, but despite that feeling the wolf's comment also made him laugh. The tone and the question reminded him a lot of Bella; It was curious, inquisitive and Damon liked it.
The vampire shook his head, "No, I eat and drink just like you do." Damon leaned closer, his voice a little quieter, "The exception is, I don't need it to survive."
Jon: "You need...to feed of others to survive" It was more of a challenging statement rather than a question. Then, Jon added with a snarky tone to his voice "And I'm guessing you kill these people?"
Damon: The vampire nodded and then shrugged at the question, "Once upon a time." Damon shifted his attention to consuming more of the Guinness. It was true that a long time ago, Damon had done his fair share of killing innocent humans in his lust for blood, but that had been when he was with Katrina, his sire. Clearly, his sire had been a bad influence on him.
Jon: "What about now?" Jon asked curiously. He took another drink of his beer, his eyes transfixed on the man next to him, peering out over the brim of his pint glass. "I'm guessing with today's advances in the medical field, you go to a blood bank or something?"
Damon: Damon smiled at Jon's logic pattern. Most of the vampire's brethren would scoff at the idea of going to the blood bank; It was fresh blood from a human or otherwise. Drinking blood out of a blood or plastic bag would be beneath them. Yet, for whatever reason, Damon's...humanity or whatever kicked back in when he met Roselyn, the first woman he'd fallen in love with since Katrina had turned him.
Finally, Damon replied, "Been there, done that. The results don't taste as pleasant." Then a thought occurred to him, "Fresh blood taste better." The vampire paused before adding in a lower tone, "Were blood tastes even better."
Jon: Jon's heart practically stopped in his chest at the last few words the vampire spoke. His eyes widened and he found himself not breathing. Of course! He was naive to forget if he could tell what this man was, it was only logical it worked the other way around too.
With a light cough to clear his throat, Jon's gaze flickered away from the vampire and he squirmed on his stool. "I'm sure it does. Seeing as...we have more powerful blood than mortals." The boy's instincts were telling him to get up and walk out of that club and never come back. But it seemed a strange curiosity had taken over and he wasn't going anywhere.
Damon: There was a faint hint of Damon's amusement at Jon's reaction, the tiniest of movements at the corner of his lips. He practically heard the skip of Jon's beating heart, despite the noise of the club and the vampire agreed, nodding his head, "Indeed."
Jon: Jon turned back to his beer, which was practically gone now and downed the remainder of it in one quick gulp. He kept a close watch on the vampire, giving him side long glances since a tension had suddenly formed in the air around them that seemed thick enough to cut with a knife.
Damon: Damon was rather amused with Jon and took his time with his drink. In truth, the vampire preferred Bacardi, but he'd found long ago to stomach drinks that he normally didn't favor in order to have some common ground with his intended prey. Although, technically, Jon wouldn't be his prey in the usual sense of the word. Damon had given up taking blood from unwilling participants.
Somehow, during this tense quiet moment, Damon realized he'd forgotten his manners. This caused the vampire to laugh a little and he switched his full attention back to the werewolf, "I've forgotten to introduce myself." The vampire held out his hand to the wolf innocently, "I'm Damon."
Jon: Jon nearly choked on that last swallow and coughed as he looked to the offered hand. This certainly was a strange encounter. But Jon shook Damon's hand out of the polite upbringing he'd received from his pack. "I'm Jon. It's...a pleasure meeting you...I think." He didn't want to sound too rude but couldn't help the uneasiness.
Damon: "Likewise...I think," Yeah, okay, Damon was just mocking the poor wolf now. A smile curved his lips again, more at himself than the Were because the vampire was acting out of character. If Lucian had been there to witness the occasion, he would've been there egging Damon on.
Jon: The bartender approached to ask if they needed another drink. Jon thought for a moment, staring into his empty glass. He caught a glimpse of Damon out of the corner of his eye and despite the eerie tension, he did find the other man interesting, and well, very attractive. So, he ordered up another pint of Guinness. "Tell me Damon. I've never met a vampire in person before. What does your kind do? For fun, work, or whatever. I mean eternity is a long time and you must grow very bored very easily."
Damon: The sudden barrage of inquisitive questions jarringly reminded him of Bella again. A feeling he couldn't keep off his face, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched his teeth. Damon shifted on the bar stool, turning his attention straight ahead of him and pushed his empty glass away. Gulping, the vampire stoically answered the wolf's question, "If I were you, I wouldn't take my answers to heart. I'm not like the others."
Jon: "Oh?" Jon questioned, a brow perking up over an eye as he looked to Damon once again. "How so?"
Damon: "I never take without asking and I never kill." Because that had been the question Jon was really asking.
Jon: That answer stunned Jon. It was so contrary to what he'd been told about vampires. Had his father been lying to him all his life? "I didn't know that was...possible." Now Jon felt like he'd offended Damon somehow. Guilt started to set in and it showed in the frown that took over his face.
Damon: "It's...very rare among us." He'd gotten control over his feelings and the vampire returned his full attention on Jon again. A flutter of a smile curved Damon's lips briefly before adding with amusement again, "I could prove it to you, if you like."
Jon: Blinking, Jon straightened up, pulling back slightly. "H-how?" he asked, curious but a little scared at the notion seeing as he could sort of tell where this was leading to.
Damon: As Jon pulled back, Damon couldn't help but lean toward the wolf. His smile returned and he replied quietly, "You could always let me bite you."
Jon: The younger man's eyes went wide, his lips parted and a quick audible gasp escaped him. The thought had crossed his mind but he couldn't...could he? "Y-yeah...I could." He stuttered and had to cough to clear his throat.
Damon: The vampire gave the wolf some room and backed off, shrugging, "You're choice, Mr. Wolf."
Jon: Jon swallowed hard again, his entire body frozen as he thought it over. It had been a curiosity of his for some time, though nothing he'd ever really voiced to anyone, especially with how his own father felt about vampires. But he wasn't back home anymore, where his father could control him, right? That was why he wanted to go to school abroad. Finally, after the inner struggle with himself, Jon looked to Damon, half smiled and nodded. "Alright."
Damon: Now it was Damon's turn to freeze a little in his seat. Honestly, the vampire was surprised the wolf agreed. It was a notorious little fact that most Were's, of any flavor, didn't particularly mix well with vampires for various reasons.
While Jon had been thinking over his decision, Damon had ordered a small glass of Bacardi and it hovered in front of his lips until he forced himself to sip from the glass. The vampire cleared his throat and got up from the bar stool and paid for his drinks, including Jon's. With a gesture of his head, Damon indicated for Jon to follow him.
Jon: Jon's heart instantly began to hammer against his rib cage, like it was some kind of wild animal wanting to escape a prison cage. It was from a mixture of fear of what could happen and excitement of what was going to happen. He could feel his skin tingling from it all and rubbed his fingers together where they hung loose at his sides while following behind Damon closely. Jon even glanced over his shoulder, around the bar like he was up to something that he shouldn't have been.
Damon: No one paid the two gentleman any attention as they neared the door to the sub-level. The unseen bouncer, at least to the normal humans, chit-chatted with Damon briefly before letting the vampire and werewolf pass through the unmarked door.
Stairs led downward into an even dimmer interior and as soon both men were through the door it was closed behind them. The gesture effectively cut off the cacophony from above and the sudden lack of noise was practically deafening, yet a relief to Damon's ears. As the two descended the stairs, the vampire sipped occasionally from the glass of Bacardi he took with him.
Jon: It was strange that Jon hadn't really taken notice of that door and the bouncer before. He had seen them early but thought nothing of it. And now, he was descending into the unknown, jumping slightly with a start when he heard the click of the door shutting behind them. A sudden claustrophobic feeling came over him with his breathing hitching in his throat. "Wh-where are you going?" he asked through the dimly lit silence on the stars.
Damon: "The sub-level," Damon simply replied over his shoulder. Eden, by it's human reputation was known a metal goth club. However, it's true reputation was more akin to the club's name. Eden was any supernatural creature's paradise; Whatever you wanted, Lilith provided for on the condition that all those involved gave their willing consent. The club's true slogan was Eden: Where the Forbidden is made Real.
As the two neared the bottom of the stairs, soft music drifted up to pleasantly assail their ears and when the vampire and werewolf finally reached the bottom, discovered the source of the music. A she-demon was on stage with a piano and bass player, crooning out a jazzy number, the curve of her horns glinting dully in the soft spotlight on her. The large room was filled with all kinds of supernatural creatures from the strange looking to other Were's.
Jon: Jon's eyes widened at the sights before him, having never seen anything like any of it before. His mouth fell open and that breath he'd been holding came out of him in a low sigh of disbelief.
"What the...this is...Holy sh..." His voice was full of shocked curiosity and it seemed he couldn't form a complete coherent sentence.
At one point, his caught the sight of what could only be another vampire feeding off of someone and the pure ecstasy that was held on the donor's face resembled someone in the throws of sexual passion. Could the rumors he'd heard about a vampire's bite being almost like an orgasm to some seemed to be solidified in that sight.
Damon: Damon let Jon gape as he continued on toward another unmarked door. When the vampire reached it, he turned to the wolf and murmured, "Catching flies isn't becoming on you, Jon," Damon said with amusement, even chuckling as he opened the door to a hallway with a series of doors.
As they walked down the hall, a loud thud came from one of the doors as they passed by and soon after that, the vampire seemed to choose a door at random. Entering the room revealed it to have nothing more than a black leather couch shoved against a dark gray painted wall and a glass coffee table. The vampire took a seat on the couch, setting his nearly finished glass of Bacardi on the table and sat back, looking expectantly at Jon.
Jon: Jon jumped when Damon called to him and was quick to catch up to him. He had this urge to make sure he stayed as close to the vampire as possible. After all, even though he didn't know him that well, Damon was the only one there Jon DID know and apparently had to trust.
Jon stood with his back to the closed door, shoving his hands inside his jeans pockets and stared back at Damon. He could feel his hands wanting to shake and keeping them confined helped to hide that fact.
"So how are we going to do this?" He asked after a long moment of silence.
Damon: A flutter of amusement returned to Damon's lips and then he patted the spot next to him on the couch, "Well, for starters you could take a seat."
Jon: "Oh..yeah right" Jon muttered and let out a soft one breath laugh. Then he crossed the room and sat where Damon had indicated. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool, but feeling like he wasn't doing a very good job at it.
Damon: As soon as Jon was settled on the couch, Damon's fingers slipped around the back of the wolf's neck and his thumb lightly stroked the skin over the pulse. The vampire could feel the boy's racing heartbeat and kept his voice calm, soothing, and quiet, "Jon? You have my word I won't kill you." Damon meant every word he just uttered just before his fingers gently balled in the wolf's hair and bent his head to expose the boy's neck. The vampire dragged his nose along the wolf's neck, breathing in his scent before he finally struck.
Jon: That hand was cold which startled Jon some. He gasped, closing his eyes and shivered at the light brush of Damon's nose over his skin. The wolf's heartbeat had grown so loud from the anticipation he could hear it pounding in his ear like a mad drum. But the moment he felt that initial sting, when fangs were buried into his throat, everything grew deadly silent. His eyes shot open, looking up to the ceiling as he let out a grunt that seemed to border on pleasure rather than pain.
Damon: The fingers in Jon's hair tightened a fraction before loosening and finally circling the opposite side of Jon's neck again. Damon's other hand balled into the material of the wolf's shirt, pulling the Lycan closer as his throat worked. Pure ecstasy poured over the vampire's tongue and down his throat and eventually Damon's inner demon mentally crowed with glee, a sign that the vampire needed to stop. With a gasp, Damon released Jon, still gripping the boy's neck gently.
Jon: Every single inch of Jon's body seemed to hum with a living electricity that moved over him in wave after wave of warmth. An obvious arousal grew in his jeans while he reached out to grab onto Damon's arm for some feeling of being grounded. Jon's eyes fluttered closed when he started to feel dizzy from the sensation as well as blood loss and soon a lazy grin spread over his lips. He felt high, or drunk, or just plain buzzed.
When Damon's mouth moved from his neck, Jon gasped at the same time the vampire did, his body limp and reeling too much with the euphoria for him to move. The most he could do was open his eyes to slits, looking at the vampire's unfocused sight. "Fuck" was all he managed to say in a barely audible whisper.
Damon: The vampire leaned heavily, shoulder-to-shoulder, against Jon basking in the power of the Were's blood like a cat that ate the canary. Hell, Damon practically purred a response when he could finally answer, "...Sometimes it's better than that." Then for some reason, the vampire found that to be incredibly funny and started to laugh.
Jon: Jon laughed at the remark as well as he leaned back against the sofa cushions, body limp. His eyes rolled shut and he just basked in the dizziness that had taken over his head for the time being. "I've never...felt anything like...that before" Jon confessed in a soft whisper. His fingers tingled and legs felt like they were made of jell-o and really, all he could think about was doing that again.
Damon: Jon was not the only one thinking that. It had been a long time since Damon had Were blood and he'd forgotten just how powerful it could be. The vampire wanted more and sooner rather than later.
Jon: Finally, Jon let his head fall to one side, toward Damon and smirked. "So was it good for you?" suggested the wolf in a joking manner.
Damon: Of course this made Damon laugh all over again and when he could, the vampire finally nodded in reply, chuckling, "...You have no idea."
Jon: "What's it like?" Jon asked, his voice full of such innocent curiosity. "The wolf blood?"
Damon: Damon didn't answer right away, mulling the question over because honestly? He wasn't really sure he could describe the feeling but the vampire did his best to attempt to and asked, "What is the best feeling you've ever had?"
Jon: Jon chuckled. "This right now" then he shook his head, turning his head so he looked up at the ceiling. "No really, probably when my baby brother was born. I...I never felt more needed in my life."
Damon: "Now multiply that feeling times ten and that's soft of how it feels." The vampire stated.
Jon: Jon pressed his lips together and let a purr rumble around in his throat. It had to be amazing to feel that coursing through your veins. A lazy smile took over his lips as he said. "Damn, that's gotta be the best drug ever."
Damon: Damon reached out the short distance between them and traced a finger along the tattoo on Jon's neck, "Hm...yes. While your blood is powerful, only a few live strictly off Were blood."
Jon: Jon stretched his neck and shivered at the touch. Damon's flesh was much warmer now, he noticed right away. His lips parted to allow a soft gasp to escape. "C...could you?" he questioned.
Damon: Oh, gods, was Damon tempted...but there was a reason only a few vampires lived strictly off Were blood. Those that tried...ended up going mad from the power they felt and attempted things that were dangerous for the vampire community.
The vampire gulped visibly and then chuckled softly. Clearly, Damon wanted to do what Jon was asking, yet he murmured, "...Another time."
Jon: Jon reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled a worn receipt from it. "I want to...give you my number" he said, but realized he had nothing to write with. Then he felt a trickle of blood moved down his neck. He smirked and gathered some on his pinkie then wrote out his number along the paper in smears of his own blood. He looked to Damon and passed it to him. "If you're ever thirsty again...."
Damon: The vampire's amusement returned at the wolf's actions. Damon looked Jon in the eye, taking the blood written receipt between his fingers. Finally, the vampire looked at it and silently back at Jon, "Until then, Jon." Damon stood and bent to examine the wolf's neck, satisfied that it was already on it's way to healing. It would be horrible if the wolf went and died from blood loss. Folding the phone number in half and sticking it in the inner pocket of his jacket, the vampire bid the wolf farewell and slipped silently out the door.