_resurgence_ (_resurgence_) wrote in the_obscured, @ 2014-09-22 02:50:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | janos bartol |
Devils dance while angels smile
Who: Janos
When: Wednesday August 13th Middle of the night
Where: Streets of New York
Summary: Janos is bored, and hungry
Warnings/Rating: N/A
Status: Narrative - Closed
Janos was beginning to remember why he stayed away from this place for so long. It was just so boring. Sleepy little towns like this were for the dead and dying. No wait, only for the dying, since well, Janos was technically dead, and yeah.
His sweet little flower Dahlia, now she was interesting. Always so confused. And he did so love to feed that confusion. Poor, sweet little kitten she was, and Janos, the rascal, did so love to feed that confusion. How could he help himself? She was so cute that way. The way her eyes got as she took it all in and the wheels began to spin. She was smarter than the others realized, but confused just the same. that was because at the core of it all, she didn’t exactly live in the same world as the rest of them.
But Dahlia couldn’t take up all his time. And he couldn’t take up all hers. A vampire had needs after all. And Janos’ was all about feeding the need.
Back to the sleepy hamlet of Burlington. Blood dolls practically lined the streets here. But blood dolls, tempting as they were, were so bloody easy. See what he did there? blood - y? You see how bored he was? His jokes were becoming even cornier. As if that were even possible. He preferred his food to have a bit more fight to them. Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. He did like it just as well when his donors gave it up easily. He just enjoyed it more when it all came as a surprise. Like “Oh! Oh no, what are you…?” And the delicate little fauns would collapse from freight, or blood loss, right there in his arms. Yes, that was delicious. Of course, afterward they would awaken, a little sore and weak, a lot love struck. But what are you gonna do? Could he help it he was so irresistible?
One thing was different on this go around in Burlington however. Scratch that… two things were different. He had his childe to keep him grounded, and he had flight to well - give him wings.
New York City was not so far, as the crow flies, or more to the point, as the vampire soars. There it was he went to find the nightlife, the thrills he craved, and the blood he lusted. Though, he did push it a bit, not quite making it home before the sun rose. Instead, he spent all of Thursday beneath the hay in a barn outside Plattsburgh.