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Tweak says, "Screaming queens. "

Eric Northman (i_bite) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-06-24 19:28:00

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dean winchester, eric northman, fight club

Catch me if you can - Fight club challenge (Dean)
He was just in the mood for a light snack. Something quick. What the humans liked to call 'fast food'. He didn't want to have to hunt down Fred for it, it would take too long. It also hadn't been a very long time since he'd fed on her last, and wanted a little more time to go by before they saw each other again. Let those dreams get in there good and deep. He also didn't want to ask Baba. She was not the sort you went to for a quick meal. Baba was to be enjoyed. Savored. And on top of that, they had experiments to run, didn't they? He couldn't just ask her for something as powerful as her blood and then tell her that he had to run.

The sun had only just gone down. He'd been up for almost two full hours before sunset. He could tell that the blood he'd already taken from the ancient hag was wearing off. But not as quickly as he'd thought it would. Soon, though, he would be waking just before sunset as he had previous to ever knowing her. He still hadn't dared to go outside until the sun was dark, however. He wasn't foolish enough to try that this late in the game and without the help that Baba Yaga had promised him. Instead, he'd been irritated for those entire two hours by the new day girl. She talked his ear off. With the most inane crap he'd ever heard in his life. He didn't know if she'd been trying to impress him or flirt with him or if she'd been highly nervous. It didn't matter. By the end of the two hours, he'd really felt like killing her. If hiring a day girl wasn't so tedious, he might have.

He'd left as soon as he could, not saying a word.

Not knowing where he was going, he'd just started to walk. As he walked, he realized that he was a little bit hungry. Thus, the snack. It really hadn't taken him long to find somebody suitable for his needs. A lovely young lad walking by himself. Eric had taken him down quickly, sweeping him into an alley quickly, and before the boy ever knew what was going on. The kid was right around the age of 13, Eric thought. Young. Tasty.

His fangs slid easily into the flesh and Eric got ready to have his mini meal.

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i_bite
2011-06-25 09:22 am UTC (link)

He really was starting to enjoy this human. He hadn't expected it at all. Eric thought that this one would make a very good vampire. Except for the part where he seemed to detest vampires very much. It wouldn't work out in the end.

Eric took a hold of the human's face once again. Only this time, he held Bill face up, and placed pressure at either side of the jaw joint so that he would be forced to open his mouth. It didn't have to be wide, just enough for the blood to go in.

He placed his wrist to his mouth and tore it open with his fangs. The savage rip was made close to the bend of his wrist so that in this awkward position, Eric would be able to let the blood find it's mark easier. He pushed his hand against Bill's lips. Smiling all the while. Knowing that there would be a struggle at first, a refusal. But all it took was a few drops for the recipient to become enamored with it.

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i_soldieron
2011-06-25 09:31 am UTC (link)

Dean had been a vampire already. Been there, done that, ganked the fuzzy haired asshole that'd done it. The hunter had no desire to be a vampire. In fact, he'd rather die first. Well, actually die not die like the many times before he had died. Dean Winchester had a very odd existence when it came to being human and how he kept avoiding death, which wasn't at all human.

The hunter's eyes went wide as soon as he realized what was about to happen. While his body was broken, and he had no real way to fight, Dean tried. He wasn't going through that again; he didn't even have the cure. He wasn't going to be that thing! Logic suggested that becoming a vampire wasn't the same for the different kinds, but he didn't want to find out. Only, he wasn't getting a choice.

The blood caught in his throat. He didn't want it. He screamed in his head, as he'd done other times when he found his body acting in ways he knew it shouldn't. Oh, there wasn't a complete separation of mind and body, but he hated himself when he felt his lips open more an press back against the vampire's skin. His tongue lap at the cut. His body, and somewhere not so deep his mind, wanted it.

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i_bite
2011-06-25 09:39 am UTC (link)

Eric cut the human off from his blood at the moment when he knew it would both heal him significantly, and give him dreams for at least a few days. A week. If he was lucky, a week and a half, but he didn't think so. It was also the moment when the blood would really start tasting good. When it would become a need, a craving, to have more. Cruelty in the cut off moment, Eric timed it well for that. He'd enjoyed seeing the torment in the eyes while the body pulled more blood in.

He then stood up with a smooth movement that caused no more pressure to be on the breaks he had caused in Bill's chest.

"Goodbye."

Instead of out of the alley through it's opening, Eric went up. He was, of course, showing off his ability to fly, because he wanted just one more thing to impact this human, just one more thing that would defy the logic.

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