Lexington "Lex" Bostwick (ex_rapidhush770) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-08 18:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-21, lex |
I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted
Who: Lex and Monica
When: Evening
Where: Random bar in Scarlet Oak
So far Lex was on a roll with the blood orders. The documents he had found in the blood bank gave him a massive array of people to pick from and he knew Domina would be quite pleased with the selection. There wasn't much left for him to round up, mainly a few rarer blood types, like a siren or merfolk or some random were. The one thing he couldn't stand about were blood was that each one was different. A wolf didn't taste the same as a cat, nor did they give the same effects. Lex had worked as a blood hunter long enough to know that there were picky people out there who didn't want werewolf blood. Damn them.
The vampire was also determined to find one to drag back to Ad Gustum. One of the rarer types, that was. He was sure that if someone's blood was special enough it was worth having them as a blood slave to be constantly sucked on. It was just a matter of finding one and he was having no such luck. Growling lowly, Lex entered yet another bar, hoping to track down what he was looking for. It was the second day he had gone without sleep and the migraine was full force now, thus making the music in the bar close to unbearable. Whatever, he had a job to get done and he wasn't resting until it was done. Lex made his way to the counter, sitting down on the very end while examining the interior. At first the bartender asked what he wanted, but after shooting a livid stare at the bartender he soon backed off. Lex wasn't interested in a drink, only blood. Hopefully with time he would find something that would catch his eye.