Luke Blackfeather (dumpsterfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-12-30 06:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-30, jane, luke |
I'm safe up high, nothing can touch me
Who: Luke and Jane
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak
When: Late morning
Okay, so it was true, vampires didn't really get hangovers. But then again, most vampires weren't Wayward Sons and thus weren't as affected by intoxicated blood as Luke was. And this time, Luke had managed to get the good shit, the real deal: schizophrenic psychic blood. Oh, he'd damn near hugged Davin when his sire gave him the stuff, because Luke knew he was addicted, and not just to the blood itself, but for its side effects. Ghosts, it let him see the ghosts again, and to Luke that was worth more than anything in this world. But he'd started drinking, er, eating?, his blood at some point on Saturday, and he hadn't stopped until it was gone... whenever that was.
When he finally woke up, and dragged himself off the floor of whatever apartment it was he'd ended up in, Luke had no idea what was going on. That wasn't anything different, per se, but to the normal person, it would be unnerving. Luke shrugged it off. He had all his clothes, he had a pair of shoes, and Monster was safe at Davin's house. And he'd find the El Camino at some point, he always did, the vehicle was too stubborn to actually die completely. Much like its owner, truth be told. Pushing his hair out of his face, Luke stumbled out into the street, looking to see where he was.
And the whole street was shut down around him. No cars were able to go through, and everyone seemed to clustered near a building - the high school, maybe? Fuck if Luke remembered where the school was in town. He might be a creepy vampire, but he didn't hang around the school like a pedophile or some shit. What had he missed? Something big, obviously. So, he did the first thing that came to mind, which was to tap on the shoulder of a woman nearby. "Hey! What's goin' on here? Did the apocalypse happen and I just didn't know it yet?"