Who. Julian Kingsley and Jake Webb. What. Having a little fun with the locals. Where. A quaint carnival. When. Monday night. Warnings. Really? Do you know who the fuck they are?
To Julian, there seemed something familiar about all this. From the colors to the smell in the air (though this time around, he could literally pinpoint every smell), this was deja vu all over again, wasn't it? A carnival. Not a theme park, but it would do. The last time he attended something like this, he was meeting Jake Webb for the very first time. It felt like it had been so many years ago. So much time had actually gone by since then, that he'd forgotten that he hadn't actually known Jake since forever began Even if, for Julian, forever had only started a short time ago. Still, it wasn't like he hadn't always grasped life by the balls and lived every day to its fullest potential. Even if he was nothing more than a human being back then, that hadn't stopped Julian from taking a very inhuman effect on Jake's very existence. No, that took talent. That took something special. And Julian knew that he was precisely that.
He waited the way he had all that time ago. He stood around, jeans hugging his hips. A cigarette sat between his teeth like a sin. Two long fingers looped round a belt loop of his, and he waited. He cast glances this way and that. In the reflection of the moon, everyone looked so much more appealing than they might during the day. That was something he appreciated when it came to all this. Being a vampire didn't come without its perks, and baby, it was all perks to Julian. But he couldn't help but notice just how interesting everyone looked now. He could smell the blood on them and he wanted to take them somewhere and give them every ounce of his attention. Even if his version of attention-giving just so happened to be his fangs clamped down on someone's pulsing veins. It was the principle of the fucking thing.
Now that the reincarnated world had been outed, it was almost as if he was daring someone to cross him. He lived for the fear in everyone's faces; sometimes, it seemed that being a reincarnate was more of a threat to most than being an actual vampire. Julian did all he could to fix that. Not that it made a difference to him, because it surely fucking didn't. They would die at his hand either way. He would make sure of that. As girls watched him, giggling to themselves, he wondered how quickly their giggles would stop when he told them what he was. It wasn't Lily that was threatening - it was him. Him that could make someone fall limp at their side without a second's warning. Him that could introduce someone to their maker. Him that could fucking ruin everyone's night tonight.
Not without Jake.
Together, they would wreak havoc once more. They would turn the world into a gutted fucking pig until they had their way. They lived for pain, they lived for pleasure, and they would do it for the rest of fucking eternity. That was why he was here, now. Since everyone now knew about reincarnates, he thought it would only be fair to introduce themselves further. Why not, right? As smoke curled from the corner of his mouth, he leaned into an abandoned ticket booth, flicking ash into the grass. Maybe it was meant to be, some kind of fucking karma. A carnival, a celebration, so soon after the destruction of Boston, the release of the reincarnate names. Fate. Or whatever humans called it.
He'd sent Jake a text, telling him to come immediately. Julian knew Jake never quite understood the meaning of time, but it was the least of his concerns. He was running on adrenaline, or the vampire's equivalent to the stuff. If he had a heart, now it would be pounding in his ears. Instead, his senses were running wild. Everything was heightened and at any given moment, he wasn't sure just how he'd react. He was unpredictable, and there was a very live, very free all-you-can-eat buffet just waiting there for the taking.