Who: Veronica Thomas and a very unlucky NPC What: After years of keeping herself in check, Veronica finally slips When: Forward dated to Friday night, March 11 2011 Where: Outside of a bar in Memphis, Tennessee Warnings: Blood and death and stuff.
It started out just like any other Friday night. After Veronica clocked out at the Agency she took the MTN home to Memphis and made for her one bedroom apartment, intent on curling up on her couch to watch some Golden Girls reruns before she went to bed. Not tonight. Tonight, only a few blocks from her apartment she ended up taking a detour to a local bar. For no particular reason, other then the all too overwhelming fact that it wasn't the prospect of drinking alcohol and spending time in the company of others that drew her. It was the blood.
Ever since her trip with Tatiana to the mansion and her first taste of synthetic blood, she'd felt it boiling in her gut. She'd known it was a bad idea from the start, addicts like her and Vicki couldn't afford to get even a little drop of the real stuff. They'd spin out of control. That deep seeded urge that she'd tried so hard to curb for years was finally threatening the edges of her sanity. It had been a mistake to allow herself that one little taste, she knew at the time what it would do. It would leave her craving for the real thing. This wasn't the first night she'd wandered into a heavily bodied place in the last two weeks, but this was the first night she'd gone there with a purpose. She was following her hunger tonight.
"Come on, baby. You know you want it."
His breath was hot and heavy on her ear, the man she'd been chatting up at the bar for the past hour had finally managed to get her out back. As if he was about to win some sort of prize for all his hard work. Not the case. Tonight wasn't going to go as planned for either of them, but he didn't know that.
Veronica had allowed herself to be pressed up against the hard, brick wall of the back of the building. Flaming red hair splayed out over her shoulders and her skin as pale as snow. Her blue eyes pierced through the shadows and the darkness to search out his eyes, the color of mud. The straps of her dress had fallen down around her shoulders and his rough hands on her bare arms made her cringe and grit her teeth in disgust.
But that disgust was quickly replaced by something else as he shifted closer to her and she got a good view of his neck. She could hear his heart beat in her ears, his own pulse practically radiating through her body. Was she imagining things or were the veins in his neck bulging out in an attempt to reach her? His blood was practically crying, calling out to her in a tone she couldn't ignore. Veronica shuddered, unsure of how much longer she could resist. Was she even trying to anymore? The yearning for warm, human blood right off the tap was too much. She needed it. She needed...
"What are you waiting for, sweet thing? Get on those pretty little knees and give daddy some sugar." At his words, for a moment she tore her gaze away from his neck to look up at his face, a flash of anger in her bright eyes before her lips pulled back into a smile, only just revealing the very tips of her vampire canines. This fucker deserved it. They all did. Every single last one of them that looked at her and just saw a junkie with boobs and a pair of legs. She was more then that. And he was a disgusting waste of space that no one would miss him. She could have chosen someone who'd probably taste a little bit better, but eh, beggars couldn't be choosers.
"Oh I'll give you some sugar alright."
The man's face flashed from a smirk to confusion to horror in the span of two seconds flat as Veronica spoke, then threw her head back and revealed her teeth for what they really were. She grabbed onto his shoulders with an iron grip much too strong for him to escape from, and before he could begin to struggle she sank her teeth into his neck, holding the man as he struggled and cried and eventually went limp while she drained him dry. After a few minutes the only sound to be heard in the alley behind the bar was the sickening squelching around her mouth as she drank every last drop of blood in his body.
Once she'd finally quenched her thirst, the man's body crumpled lifelessly to the ground as she stepped back to wipe the blood off her mouth with the back of her arm. "Thank you," she sighed, swaying slightly on her feet. "I really needed that." Her own body felt like it was vibrating and pulsing adrenaline as she walked dreamily away from the scene, pumped full of human blood and ready for more. When Veronica woke up tomorrow she'd be sprawled out on her couch covered head to toe in blood, and she wouldn't remember why.