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for cain-chan
[ john hadn't wanted to be a vampire.
no, this had been a change, like many in his life - against his will. he can't see the appeal of it. he can no longer go out in the sunshine. no more family meals. and living "forever" - that's probably one of the very worst bits of it. as a fledgling, he's made a vow already: when he's strong enough, he'd kill his maker for this one.
but first things first is getting to that point. it'd be a long road. john sits at a corner of some dive bar, what would be one of his more typical hangouts as a human. the circumstances are much different tonight. he draws in a false, steadying breath, eying the humans that mingle about. he's hungry. he hates feeling hungry. downing a beer or two, predictably, did nothing to satiate this.
but he's found his gaze continually drawn to one human in particular - ]
[ tall. dark hair. rough. ... attractive, undeniably. from what he's observed, a biting attitude. in other words, he looked like a problem. ]
[ he no longer has a proper heartbeat, but he'd feel it thrum in his chest nonetheless. john licks his lips. and he manages to catch the stranger's eye; he raises his bottle an inch or so off his table in greeting, flashing him one of his bright, winning smiles (and being mindful of baring any fangs). ]
[ ... whether the other man would take the bait or not, well. it'd be nice if this were an easy affair. he tends know better, though. ]
no, this had been a change, like many in his life - against his will. he can't see the appeal of it. he can no longer go out in the sunshine. no more family meals. and living "forever" - that's probably one of the very worst bits of it. as a fledgling, he's made a vow already: when he's strong enough, he'd kill his maker for this one.
but first things first is getting to that point. it'd be a long road. john sits at a corner of some dive bar, what would be one of his more typical hangouts as a human. the circumstances are much different tonight. he draws in a false, steadying breath, eying the humans that mingle about. he's hungry. he hates feeling hungry. downing a beer or two, predictably, did nothing to satiate this.
but he's found his gaze continually drawn to one human in particular - ]
[ tall. dark hair. rough. ... attractive, undeniably. from what he's observed, a biting attitude. in other words, he looked like a problem. ]
[ he no longer has a proper heartbeat, but he'd feel it thrum in his chest nonetheless. john licks his lips. and he manages to catch the stranger's eye; he raises his bottle an inch or so off his table in greeting, flashing him one of his bright, winning smiles (and being mindful of baring any fangs). ]
[ ... whether the other man would take the bait or not, well. it'd be nice if this were an easy affair. he tends know better, though. ]
