First Client / Settling
Who: Jason and Sebastian When: Evening Where: John's Place
Jason sat in the small room on the edge of the bed with soft sheets taking a drink from the bottle of water before setting it on the floor. Slowly he ran his hand through his conditioned hair- thinking absently that he needed a trim because it felt like it was starting to get a bit long for him- and adjusted the collar of his coat. His dress was nicer than he'd worn in a long time- more than he'd been able to afford on a teacher's salary- a black undershirt with black cotton button up shirt- the top few buttons undone, black suit jacket and slacks. And he waited, waited for the client who would be entering those doors any moment. It was strange the ancticipation Jason felt wasn't like he normally felt when meeting someone in a dark alley, it was twice as powerful and twice as addictive.
Having left the blood bank, shy a pint of blood and Sebastian gained quite a few publicity shots of him both donating and flirting with the nurses. Making jokes about the smell of blood and the sight of gorgeous women doing great things for his blood pressure. He had left with some great press, and two nurses' numbers. Going to Heme just did not appeal, he did not want a small drink, he wanted something substantial and that meant going to the place on the edge of town. One where he entered in the back entrance, and asked for an A pos. He was not pleased to hear that there was only one available and that individual was significantly lacking in the...breasts department. Still, he was hungry, and he knew John's reputation well enough to know that male or female, it was the best quality. So he agreed, and was directed into a room with the blood doll waiting.
Jason heard the footsteps coming from outside and could feel his heart race. This was his first client- client? Is that what they were called?- and he was ready.
Sebastian did not thank the woman who directed him into the room, when she opened the door for him. He had already mentally dismissed her from the time she had told him that there were no female donors at the ready, not that it was her fault, he simply did not care if it was or not. At ninety-seven years old, and eternally looking twenty-nine, he had little patience for things not going his way. Therefore the first glimpse that the blood doll, the donor, the Freshie, whatever they liked to be called, got of him was of a sternly beautiful face with bright turquoise eyes and gleaming white teeth and fangs when he spoke.
Those of the Dynasty were prized for their beauty. And their vanity.
Jason sat up a bit straighter when the vampire entered. He was gorgeous. He licked his lips slightly which had become dry suddenly and took in a little breath. God he was hot, nicer than anyone Jason could remember being with- too bad he got the vibe that this was a straight shooter. Oh well, at least he'd get bitten.
Well, at least if he had to feed from a human man as opposed to a beautiful woman, he was aesthetically attractive enough that it made this all more palatable. Some vampires indulged their curiosities in both sexes, but Sebastian had not felt any desire to before, and still did not. He did not watch the man with lust, but instead a different kind of hunger. He was willing food after all. Slowly Jason stood and stepped aside, allowing Sebastian to do what he pleased and waited until the vampire instructed him as such. He was a little embarrassed- though his face didn't show- as he was sure the vampire knew how fast his heart must have been racing.
Humans who were not interested in sharing their blood held little interest to the vampire as a meal source, and it fit in nicely with his House's use of willing donors only. Although this one's heart was going about a mile a minute, there was no fear rolling off him in waves. And a moment looking at him, or more precisely looking through him, told Sebastian enough about his weaknesses to see that his addiction partially involved vampires. With a mental shrug he took a step forward, more muted predator than famous film star, "Your wrist fine?" Sebastian usually fed more intimately, but he had no desire to drink from a man's femoral artery.
"Whatever you prefer." Jason replied, sliding off his jacket, undid the cuff of his shirt and rolled the sleeve up to his elbow.
With a nod, he moved in closer, so that he could wrap his fingers around the bones of the other man's wrist. Lifting it and turning it so that the inside of his wrist was facing upwards, Sebastian's fingers moved slightly to brush over the rise of veins and arteries pumping blood beneath the skin at a rapid rate. For him it was nothing sexual, merely deciding how best to bite, before he raised the unnamed donor's wrist up a little further and dipped his head to sink perfectly white teeth carefully into his flesh.
Jasons eyes closed as the world seemed to slow around him at the bite. He could feel the tips of his fingers get a little cold as the blood rushed through the open wound. The hairs all over his body stood on end slightly as a brief moment of fear, followed by a strong moment of contentment passed over him. His lips parted, and let out the breath he hadn't remembered holding.
Rushing through the bite or doing it in a way that only injured the donor more would be not only crude, but completely uncivilized. Neither of which Sebastian was. Instead he took his time drinking, taking too much too quick would only make the donor suddenly weak and he neither wanted the donor to faint on him or make it messy for either of them. His clothes were far to expensive to get blood spray on them. Something akin to getting mashed potatoes or ketchup all over one's self would be to a human.
He didn't stare as his eyes opened again, he admired for a moment the breathtaking creature before him. Why did all the hot ones have to be straight or taken? Jason felt the itch fade away, as the blood from his body flowed to his wrist instead of the normal place- oh his sponsor would love this. He could stay off the urge by being a vampire's plaything, wonderful- but god was it a rush.
This was what Heme could not quite replicate with glasses of blood. Although, admittedly, they did not seem to try. Sebastian, at least, only went for a taste of the drinks they served, picking up something to fulfill a different kind of hunger for later. Naturally heated blood filled his mouth, the taste of fresh A pos not anything he had found a match for thus far, as he drank from his willing contributor. He would not take any more than a regular, Red Cross, blood donation would. Just the single pint he needed to refresh his own stock. It was enough to be easily replenished by the other man's own body, in as little as 24 hours. One of the reasons an establishment like this one did so well.
The man's blood flowed well, 60 grams without premature clotting. It was enough to make him a tad light headed- thought it was hard to tell if it was due to the removal of blood or euphoria.
The vampire soon got his fill, for now, of blood. And the sucking slowed, and then stopped, before he pulled his now red tinged fangs from the man's wrist and moved away. With a swipe of his bottom lip with his tongue to remove a few drops of blood that lingered there.
Seeing that the consumption had finished, Jason took the few steps over to the small table in the room and grabbed a gauze pad and the little salt shaker of white power- a quick clotting compound normally used by the military- and sprinkled it over the wound. His vampire had been as gentle as he could be, which meant that the bites were small- a benefit. Jason placed the gauze over his wound and slid over one of the mesh wraps to hold it in place.
There was no need for Sebastian to say goodbye, or even some sort of thanks. This was not a social situation, this was business. So it was with not even a nod that he turned on his heel, opening the door and existing the room with little more than a flash of his trademark grin. The vampire was famous for the brilliant aura he carried with him, always elegant and with a seemingly understated flash that drew attention wherever he went. He simply was not meant to not draw the attention of others, or be easily forgotten.
Out the backdoor of John’s place, and Sebastian was in the back of his car and being driven off. As if none of this had ever happened.