Who: Booker & Kit What: Looking for a drink Where: Around the Illusion tent When: Late Nov 8th Status: Complete
Booker couldn't drink from Blair again, not yet. He'd done that the last day they'd been locked in and he hated to take too much, even if she thought she was recovered. She was a good girl but wanted to please him too much, make him happy. For tonight, he'd find something else to sink his teeth into. Usually, he'd try to find someone with his favorite type of blood but at the moment, he really didn't care. Anyone would do. He wasn't even himself right now, a hand going through his hair as his body seemed to cramp.
He'd struggled to keep through his last show, still wowing the crowd, but anyone that knew his abilities would know that he was lesser. It got that way when he'd ignored his thirsts for too long. The part of him that was just like his maker. From what he could tell about the man before he disappeared, the victim had to be fresh and wouldn't be alive afterwards. He'd never seen him drink from bags like Booker had later in his life. No, those just wouldn't do. The urge to be like him, and the rest of his species, was just too strong.