Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} volos) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-10-06 14:33:00 |
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What: A meeting of like minds, lightening Kai's mood, and his hunger
When/where: 11:00 pm EST, outside Calliope's flat in New York City
Rating/Warnings: R, for macabre humor, graphic violence, discussions of torture and other things. Vampires, folks.
Much of Malakai's day after his conversation with Calliope had been spent doing research over the internet; Rurik had since gone to investigate things for himself, having the luxury of wandering the streets in daylight. Still, Kai had gathered much of what he'd needed to know, even if it wasn't the answers he'd wanted.
There was no Sanguine Corporation, the boy hadn't been lying. There were no companies dealing in synthetic blood, that he could tell, designer or otherwise. The blood banks no longer offered prices- or didn't offer them yet, he realized. Probably had something to do with the fact that there was little to no record of any real vampires in the media, besides a few horribly written television series and movies. Vampire rights was a non-issue, because no one believed they actually existed.
He had lived before such things, he really shouldn't feel as depressed as he did, over the entire experience. As much as he tried to avoid thinking of it, he did remember how to hunt, how to kill. And yet it really wasn't like the dogs- he was killing to live, not just to get his kicks. He wasn't some animal, he just had needs that couldn't otherwise be addressed, by alcohol or food. Old arguments, old platitudes sprang to the front of his mind as easy as the night he had been Turned, and it settled him enough to allow his date with Calliope to be kept.
His research on the magical transport system kept his interest until late into the night- what would just be nightfall, in New York City. Malakai ventured to the location listed on the website, and after a glare at the guardian of the device, took ahold of it and allowed it to whisk him across the ocean, towards his date.
He hadn't been to New York City in years, but his sense of direction was keen, and he caught his bearings easily enough, arriving at Calliope's door just before eleven. He rang the bell, calling up with his name before waiting, adjusting the fluid leather jacket around his body; it was easy enough to move in, for the hunt, but still rather chilling, given the cold night air.