Melody Jacobs (death_addict) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-05-01 15:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | melody jacobs, zz:status complete |
All time lows (Narrative)
The bloodlust of one City resident had fueled the addiction of another.
Melody had felt the incredible deaths at the hands of another and had followed it closely. It had swelled up inside of her like sweet ecstasy, flowing over her skin and making her slightly delirious. She hadn't realized that it had been Aidan until long after. Days and days after. Not until she'd had time to sit down and mentally sort through what she'd experienced.
Aidan, boyscout as he was, had killed a lot of people. His particular flavor was all over the trail of bodies she'd followed, not that she'd given much of a crap at the time. She'd just absorbed every bit of what he'd let out. Soaking up the energies of the dying. Wrapping herself up in it.
When she'd come out of her fugue, Mel had realized that things had changed. Important things. The castle wasn't as filled with vampires as it had been. They were missing a Pam and an Eric. The taste of those that were left was familiar - and not. She'd gotten used to them all, and now it was... well. It was weird.
Spent from long nights in morbid revel, Melody sought out the bedchamber of her vampire. She figured that eventually Pam - whichever Pam it was, in whatever state - would turn up and let her know what the situation would be from here on out.