David Harris ✟ John Mitchell (mylonglife) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-03-31 17:50:00 |
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Who. David Harris & a very unfortunate groupie
What. Old habits die hard
Where. The girl's apartment in Reno
When. Saturday night, March 31st 2012
Warnings. Talk of blood & sex, otherwise pretty tame?
"Annie..."
David's eyes flew open and he woke up with a start, barely noticing at first the blood covering the walls through his splitting hangover and immediate disorientation. Not exactly an unfamiliar feeling for the vampire, nor was the taste of someone else's iron in his mouth, what had shaken him awake was that name. That damn name in his head that seemed to be permanently ingrained in there to the exact pitch of Mitchell's voice. Even more so since Casper the friendly ghost had actually made her royal debut into his pathetic excuse for an un-life.
... Pathetic and messy.
After a few seconds he finally managed to raise his head with a groan, for the first time realizing it had been on a pillow. Well, that wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. Squinting his eyes against the still spinning room, it took him another second to realize he wasn't inside a fishbowl, before his vision finally adjusted and his eyes took in the chaos with genuine horror.
Blood was all over the walls. All over the bed, all over the sheets. All over him.
With a startled shout, David sprang out of bed, stark naked minus one area. He only had to spin around and get a good look at the bed to see what he'd done. And there she was. Now only a whisper of what she had been the night before, all pretty and blond with skin so milky that David hadn't been able to think about much else besides sinking his fangs into...
His dead heart sank as he remembered now. He hadn't been able to stop. He'd done it again.
"No, no, no, no, no-" David panicked, practically leaping over the bed to her side and grabbing the woman by her shoulders, as if shaking her hard enough would get her blood pumping again. It didn't, no surprise there. And after a few minutes he finally gave up, practically throwing her back on the bed in his frustration and pushing himself violently away from her. He ruined everything he touched. How could he even think about seeing Annie again? ... Wait, no. Ashlyn. Her name was Ashlyn now.
The room lurched under David's feet as he tried to bury the buzz but there was no burying it. His blood lust had been well fed the night before, in the throws of passion and much to the young woman's unfortunate fate who'd only been looking to sleep with Overbite's lead singer. Not end up without a pulse.
Guilt weighed heavily on him now as he ran around the bedroom in a mad dash to find his clothes, finally locating his pants and fished around in the pockets until he found his cell phone. He had to call Rowan. Had to fix this, had to hide the evidence before this could be linked back to him. Before Martin or anyone else found out.
"Rowan, it's David. Yeah. ... No, I'm still - Just fucking get over here, there's a problem." David hung up, eyes wide and crazed as he glanced back at the dead girl on the bed, shutting his own eyes to block out the image that kept playing over and over and over in his mind. Her smooth, warm body bending to his and her moan turning into a scream as he located the softest point on her neck and bit down, draining her until they both passed out.
It was all so inevitable.