4th Bite

[my_bff_trevor]

[Rose had woken up a bit different this fine Easter morning. Different as in, the castle had taken away her humanity and for a vampire, that could have some serious consequences. She couldn't remember who she was or where she was. All of her cautious nature was thrown to the wind. There was nothing left of her except that overwhelming urge to feed

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[exanimatus]

[this is incredibly relevant to Zelman's interests.

so of course he'll be following her down a hallway, from a bit of a distance. he's lacking both a heartbeat or any real sense of danger, so he kind of just wants to see what she'll do.

he's also confident that he's faster than she is, but hey. he's been known to get cocky.]

[my_bff_trevor]

[Without a heart beat, Rose doesn't have the ability to sense him just now. All of her highly alert senses are geared towards her unquenchable thirst for blood. If he follows her long enough, no doubt he'll get to see her attack and bite unsuspecting victims. Unless his presence is made known by a loud noise or conscious effort on his part, Rose has no interest in him right now]

[exanimatus]

[well, he can't have that. all work and no play, etc.

so he'll jump out in front of her, landing on his heels and walking backwards rather smugly. he's got his hands in his pockets.]

And what are you up to? Most people around here don't much appreciate being made into a meal.

[my_bff_trevor]

[Startling a feral vampire is not something anyone with so much as a hint of a survival instinct should do. Rose's bloody, veiny eyes lock onto him. She can see him, but she can't hear a pulse or heart beat. Therefore, her feral mind comes to only one conclusion - enemy.

Growling low in her throat, the vampire charges straight at him. Snapping her fangs viciously close to his face. If she gets her hands on him, she'll try to rip his limbs from his body. She doesn't have the ability to answer him, she really can't form that many words right now to begin with and certainly not enough to form a conversaion]

[reset_week]

[and here's one human with a nice heartbeat wandering around the hall, unaware of anything going on...]

[ooc: feel free to hurt/bite Kaito since he can heal himself :]]

[my_bff_trevor]

[Her head snaps in the direction of that heartbeat a split second after he comes into range. A low snarl escaping her throat as she rushes towards him at a speed so fast it would merely seem to be a blur by normal human standards.

Unless he can somehow defend himself, Rose will have him pinned to the wall in less then a few seconds, baring her fangs to him]

Blood......

[reset_week]

Ah--!

[unfortunately, the speed Rose was going at completely caught Kaito off guard and before he can blink, the teen was slammed up against the wall.

however, instead of panicking, Kaito will be trying to reach into his pocket to get the COMP out so he can fight back....]

[my_bff_trevor]

[She could care less if her prey squirms. That just makes it more interesting for the monstrous blood lusting beast inside of her. She snarls again, one hand fisting through Kaito's hair, turning his head and arching his neck at just the right angle before she strikes - sinking her razor sharp fangs into his throat with a savage growl. Blood gushing into her mouth, gulping down his life's essence]

[lady_maz]

[Strolling around, there's another woman at the other end of the corridor. Something is definitely wrong here. Normally, Marian would ask a fellow being 'are you all right?' but here she feels she has to ask herself: 'will I be all right?'

She stares at the strange teeth (fangs!?) for a moment and notices the red eyes. She turns around, preparing to... flee, if necessary.]

(ooc: go for it, but be prepared for some resistance.)

[my_bff_trevor]

[A heartbeat. One that happens to be beating particularly fast! How could she resist?

Rose advances on Marian, approaching slowly for now, but should her future blood-source attempt to flee, the vampire will speed up and try to pin her to the nearest wall]

Blood...

[lady_maz]

[Was that word 'blood'? This is not good. Time to run. Too bad there's an Easter egg lying on the floor...]

[my_bff_trevor]

[She grabs Marian and slams her viciously into a nearby wall. Her lips drawn back to fully reveal her razor sharp fangs. Snarling, she'll try to sink those pearly white fangs into that lovely throat unless Marian finds a way to fight her off]

[bostrumite]

[Have one shirtless program squinting out in the hallways. The sunlight is way too bright. What kind of idiot thought this light would work? How are people supposed to see anything? The Creator better have a suggestion for this because Gibson sure didn't want to have to mod his eyes again just to be able to see in this place.

So, naturally, he's completely oblivious to anyone else nearby. Though he has a pulsing energy flow around his green circuits, there's definitely no heartbeat there.]

[my_bff_trevor]

[He has the utter misfortune of walking into her line of sight and since he has no pulse or heartbeat - the beast within her concludes that he must be an enemy. Her two main responses right now are to fight or feed. Guess which one she picks for him?

She moves fast, with vampiric speed that makes her into little more then a blurred outline of her body. One moment she's yard away, the next her fangs are snapping viciously close to his face]

[bostrumite]

Whoa! [Something--someoneone's barreling into him, and all Gibson can see is that it's not bright yellow enough to be one of the Infected. He tries to flip backward, but that's a little hard when you're as disoriented as he is. If anything, he might end up knocking her with a leg before he gets overtaken.]

Not--even--gonna say hello?

[my_bff_trevor]

[His only answer is a feral snarl coming from the vampire's throat. His kick had sent her back a step, but that's the extent of the damage. Her hands are up again, trying to get ahold of him. Her fangs gnashing like a rabid dog's]

[demonologist]

[Wes is emerging from the second level of the library, contemplating going down to the kitchen to fix himself a proper meal. He notices a bulge in his trousers (no, not that kind!), reaches into his front pocket and produces something he knows he didn't put there. An easter egg. How in heaven's name did that get there? He pauses in his tracks and gazes at it distractedly.]

[my_bff_trevor]

[Wrong move! You've got a heart beat and well...Wesley looks pretty tasty without the bloodlust involved. She's on him before he's most likely away of it. Just a blurred figure with an outstretched hand, slamming him roughly back against a wall. Her lips drawn back to fully reveal her fangs]

Blood....blood...need....

((Feel free to have a nibble XD))

[demonologist]

[Wes literally doesn't know what's hit him, it's that fast. He impacts the wall, the wind temporarily knocked out of him. The extended fangs and demonic eyes, however, do clue him in to what he may be dealing with. The veins and colour of the eyes are not what he's used to, but her speech confirms what she wants from him. He tries to shove her away so that he can get at the stake in his jacket pocket, or maybe the vial of holy water. Unfortunately, what his fingers close around instead are another one of those cursed bloody easter eggs!]

Yes sir!

[my_bff_trevor]

[Those easter eggs are coming in mighty handy today! Since he doesn't have anything to fend her off with, she strikes. Her fangs bury deep into his neck, snarling should his struggles resume. The more he squirms, the more her fangs tear at his throat - relishing every gush of hot blood. If he doesn't want his jugular vein torn out - best be still]