Who: Dasha & Roman What: God only knows. When: Evening Where: Carnival, Streets of Savannah Rating: NC-17 (Reasons TBA) Status: Incomplete
Roman was literally on the verge of crawling out of his skin. Being around Slade was absolute hell since he'd had to stop feeding from him - being around anything was absolute hell since he'd stopped feeding, as a matter of fact. He never really limited himself. Even when he wasn't feeding from humans he still fed plenty. But now that he'd gone a year feeding from Mischka every night he couldn't go back to animals. He really only had one option and that option terrified him to no end. Going out into the city to hunt. It wasn't the thought of hunting that worried him. No, as a matter of fact, that excited him beyond belief. The part that scared him was the fact that he'd never been outside of Europe unless he was with the carnival. He really didn't even keep up with the touring schedule because he'd never had a need to. He went where they went.
He really and truly only had one option. Dasha. And god did it piss him off that Dasha was who he had to go to. But he really had no choice at this point. He'd been weak as hell at the show tonight and he couldn't keep going like he was. He searched the carnival grounds for her for a while before giving up and heaving a rather exasperated sigh. He shut his eyes and reached out telepathically, focusing on the vampiress and calling her name.