InsaneJournal

Who: Armand and Violet
What: And more kidnapping!
When: Mid-morning
Where: I think there's supposed to be a junkyard or something?
Rating: It actually wasn't that bad. Maybe PG-13 at most?
Status: Complete



It didn't seem to want to end, this exhileration. It was something mortals would take for granted, he was sure. Just the simple process of how the day progressed, from sunrise to the mid-morning point he was at. He might have thought it would wear off, but it hadn't. And part of him very much expected that it was all going to end any second, that the magical protection Dahak had given him would wear off, and he'd be incinerated instantly. Every moment, he expected this to happen, and it led a new sort of frenzy to his movements.

He had Max slung over his shoulder, and the blood of the alien had driven this frenzy to whole new levels. He was in the sun, he was full of alien blood, and he felt at that moment like he was never, ever going to let Max go. The whole experience, all of it mashed together, was affecting him, driving him more than a little insane.

Of course, he still had one more to find. A girl, he'd seen her. Dahak had shown her to him. He set off to find her, and this time, he brought a couple of the lizard creatures with him. After all, he wasn't about to let Max go, and what if he needed someone to carry this girl? He searched through the resort, which didn't take long when one could move as fast as a vampire can, and stopped when he saw something odd. Pieces of random stuff, garbage really, lay haphazardly about. What was a junkyard doing here?