Who: Jill Doe and open to other TB chars When: Late night, probably after midnight What: A runaway looking for salvation Where: Fangtasia Rating: TBD
She'd been crouching for hours in the parking lot of the vampire bar Fangtasia. Her auburn hair was messy and wild, bits of leaves and branches stuck in the waves as she flicked it over her shoulder. The pale blue scrub pants and top from the hospital were spattered with mud and dirt and a bit of blood from where she'd scraped herself while running. Green eyes watching the front door keenly, Jill cursed under her breath. How frigging long could it possibly be before a vampire walked out the front door and did something... well, vampire-y. 'Course it wasn't like there was a last call for a vampire, right? Sighing, she sank to her bottom, crossing her legs under her on the cold ground to give her aching knees a break.
Luckily, it wasn't much longer before a male vampire and a sleazily dressed fangbanger came stumbling out the door, twirling her bleached blonde hair around her fingers. Perfect. Leaning forward excitedly, Jill watched the exchanged. Glancing around warily, the vampire led the woman towards the back of the parking lot, closer to where Jill waited. Suddenly, he shoved the woman hard around the side of a car, his outline just a blurr as he sped forward to press up against her before she could get away. Not that she wanted to. To Jill's disgust, she squealed and moaned breathlessly, wrapping her leg around the vampire's hips to encourage him further. Her head throbbed, temples burning as if caught between a slowly tightening vice grip. Fighting hard to keep focus, Jill rubbed her fingers against either side of her head, forcing herself to keep watching, even if she wasn't sure she wanted to see what came next.
The drunken fangbanger continued to moan like a bitch in heat, wriggling herself against the fanger. "Are you gonna bite me, sexy?" she whispered in her gruff voice, sounding like a whiskey soaked leather bag dragging over gravel.
The vampire chuckled lightly. "First things first," he replied, placing his palm flat on top of the woman's head and trying to push down in a rather lewd and forceful suggestion for her to get on her knees and service him.
A small glimmer of doubt crossed the fangbanger's tiny features as she began to shake her head. "I don't... I just wanted to know what it felt like, to get bitten, that's all."
The vampire stepped closer, the expression on his face making Jill's stomach twist in fear. His eyes were focused intently enough to drill holes into the fangbanger's, her own stare becoming oddly slack and vacant. It only took a moment before she began to nod sleepily and she sank to her knees, slowly unzipping the vampire's fly as she went.
Retreating back around the corner, Jill pulled a disgusted face, scooting further away so as not to hear the loud slurping sounds of the vampire getting his way. Plus, she only had a few moments until...
"FUCK!" she cried out, louder than she'd meant to. Her hands flew around her head, sure that her skull had split open and her brains were leaking out onto the dirty pavement. It had never hurt this badly before, her heart thudding in her chest, tears streaming down her dirt streaked face as she curled up on the ground, squeezing her eyes shut and praying for the pain to pass.
When it did, Jill pushed herself up stiffly, trembling from tip to tail as she crawled on hands and knees back towards her original vantage point. The vampire had finished and was now tearing into the whimpering fangbanger's neck, groaning loudly as he fed. A warm, wet dripping ooze landed on her hand, making her look down. Blood. It was pouring from her nose, pooling around her hand and smearing over her lips. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck," she hissed, feverishly wiping the crimson goo away, pulling her shirt off over her head and pressing it to her nose to staunch the flow.
The vampire stopped, letting the woman drop from his arms and hit the pavement, as he sniffed the air for a moment before glancing in Jill's direction. Though she was hidden from view, no doubt he could smell that amount of fresh blood drooling from her face. Willing herself to remain utterly still, she watched in horror as the vampire began to walk in her direction. He was only a few paces away when the woman on the ground began to stir, moaning softly. With an annoyed growl, the vampire turned away, scooping the woman up and throwing her over his shoulder before speeding away into the night.
Finally able to breath again, Jill rose to her feet, cleaning the rest of her face as best as she could without the benefit of a mirror. She felt recharged, re-energized, keen and focused. Within moments, the bar door opened again, this time a lone female leaving, looking frightened and unsure of herself. Perfect. Jill darted out from around the corner, coming to stand in front of the woman. "Hi," she murmured breathlessly before she narrowed her eyes, letting the same feelings wash over her that she'd witnessed just moments ago. She could feel her will, her presence, reaching into the other woman's mind, her influence shaping the stranger's thoughts. "Cool." Grinning to herself, she leaned in, keeping her eyes locked with the woman's blue ones. "Okay, so, we're gonna go over to that alley," she said firmly, pointing out the dark passageway as she spoke. "You're gonna give me your clothes. And your purse. Then you're gonna put on my clothes, walk to the nearest bus stop and take a bus home. Got it?"
The woman nodded, dazedly following Jill as she backed towards the side of the building. Once under the cover of darkness, Jill got a good chance to really look over what the woman was wearing. Groaning, she clapped her hand over her forehead. Skintight black vinyl strapless dress, dog collar choker round her neck, and sky high stilletto heels. "At least I'll fit in," she whispered to herself, carefully removing with woman's clothes while trying not to have to look at her nakedness. Once dressed, she snatched up the woman's purse, rifling through it and pocketing any loose cash as well as her cosmetics bag and mirror. Shaking out her hair and applying a quick coat of dark makeup, she tossed her dirty bloodied clothes at the glamoured woman before speeding towards the door, hoping her use of her newly-learned vampiric speed would be enough to get past the bouncer without being asked for an ID.