Graham Donovan (_backfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-16 12:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-14, tessa |
You need to spit it out in a telephone booth while you call everyone that you know
Who: Graham and Tessa
Where: Phonelines
When: 10pm
Warning: NSFW
It had stopped raining. Finally. Thank freaking god. Graham swore if it downpoured for one more day, thus leaving him with less sleep and at the disposal of the horrid hallucinations, he was going to light himself on fire. Douse himself in gasoline, strike up a match, and just call it quits, because those past couple of days fucking sucked. And the send it stopped raining, he locked himself up in the bedroom to curl up under the massive amounts of blankets and a pillow over his head so he could finally rest. Apparently he needed said rest, seeing that when he finally woke up, it was night time. Graham was thankful to have a completely undisturbed rest. When was the last time he slept for over twelve hours? He couldn't recall, but he was sure it had to do something with staying up for a few days as a fledgling vampire who apparently hallucinated without sleep. Good times.
Where exactly Jezebelle was in the house was beyond him. Maybe she was in the basement doing work or was out and about doing drug deals. All he knew was that it was just her house - it was their house. And that was something Graham knew would take way more time to get used to in comparison to his vampirism. He never had a home to call his own. He was used to living out of his car and leading a nomadic life. This wasn't something he was used to. Jezebelle had told him he was free to do whatever in the house, and even then, he remained cautious while walking around the empty place. With several blankets wrapped around him, he shuffled on over towards to fridge, which was jam packed with blood. Still no sign of the fire elemental blood, but the gallon of blood that came from someone who smoked at least a pack a day was still there, and he planned on drinking that 24/7. It was the closest he could get to experiencing a few cigarettes.
As he heated up the cup of blood, he sighed heavily while flipping through his new iPhone that Jezebelle got for him. For "business" related work. Graham knew that was code for drug dealings and any Shade related work he would have to do down the road, not to mention a way for Jezebelle to keep tabs on him, which he could deal with for now. Just as long as she didn't text him every other second, all was well. He knew he could text or call her and see where she was that very second, but while he flipped through his small contact list, he came across another name that caught his interest - Tessa.
A smile formed on his lips while the microwave buzzed off. He had promised to give her a call the second he was available and... well, he was very much available now. Fetching his warm cup and his remaining carton of cloves, Graham made his way out to the front porch to relax outside. Being inside for several days made him a bit stir-crazy, so being out in the open, hot, summer air was refreshing, even if he didn't need to breathe. Setting his belongings to the side while curling up on a chair, he struck up a match and carefully lit up a clove. Granted he couldn't enjoy the effects from the cigarette, but he was still accustomed to inhaling them. He could voluntarily smoke one to ease his twitching addiction to have something against his lips while enjoying the smoker's blood. Except for one small tidbit.
"FUCK!" Graham had yet to be burned in his vampire state and it was only a matter of time before he did. The flame on the lit match had barely touched his fingertips while he lit the end of the clove and he freaked the fuck out. Chucking both the clove and match to the side, he shuddered in pain while bringing his fingers to his lips and whimpered. The sensation seared through his body, leaving him with more chills than the night he was turned. Eventually, he pulled his fingers away to inspect the damage, which left him with the tiniest burn on the pads. Perhaps it would heal over time, but holy fuck it hurt like a bitch. Doing anything with those fingers was now going to be awkward. Carefully retrieving the still lit clove on the ground, he cautiously took a drag from it before settling back down. No effect. Go fucking figure, he rolled his eyes before grabbing his mug and took a massive gulp. Much better. Balancing the mug and clove in one hand, he scrolled through the contacts list one more time to poke at Tessa's number and held the cell to his ear and wait.