Post by Reisui on Mar 17, 2020 22:52:15 GMT -6
Sweat dripped down his back as he retreated down the alley.
"Hey now, I was just joking back there. I didn't mean any of that stuff. I-I really do like the Cowboys."
His attempt at recovery was lost upon the man's apparently deaf ears as he continued to stalk his prey down the alley. The man looked like he was nearly 380 pounds and smelled like he hadn't bathed in a week. Did Marcel really want to kill him? No. It was more for the thrill of seeing the pounds melt off the now-pale frame of this human. He smile wide, showing off his pearly white teeth. It was his heroin; his own addiction. Every time he did it, it made him feel almost euphoric. Almost. There were, of course, those more refined that he, but they were off completely uncaring about his 'experiments' as they call them. These so called experiments were the very essence of him. They were a public service, really. A heaven send. Why, who could say he was not doing God's work?!
He looked over the man backing away, top to bottom. Brown curls stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat. It was the fattest he had hunted so far. His eyes sunk deep into his face, almost swollen shut by the fat, but he could tell they were green. His white shirt soaked through stuck to him at every curve. His jeans looked, for the most part, clean save for where they dragged on the ground under his red Chuck Taylor covered heels.
He so longed for this part to be over: the pleading, the bargaining, the crying, the screaming. That was the worst. Oh, they tried to run but never lasted more than a few minutes at best. He sought only the biggest; the most blighted. Perhaps it was the flavor he liked the most? Se la vie. Everyone's story began somewhere. His began nearly a century ago in Paris less than a decade after he was turned.
"I really do like em. They, uh. You know, they rock."
His american accent was like a putrid wine poured over an under cooked lamb: Unsavory. His lip curled back, revealing his teeth once more. Only this time they seemed to have changed from normal teeth to that of a wolf.
"Please. Have we not run enough for this evening? I believe you have spent all the energy you are capable of, without hurting yourself at least." He would pause for a second and tilt his head to the side. "You don't have much longer anyway. Your heart won't be able to stand more that this. Is that not what your doctor told you? 'Slow down, mister Williams, or you'll run right into an early grave.'"
The man's face fell into shock as he sputtered.
"Y-Y-You've been Following me?!"
Marcel's answering smile was not kind.
"Follow? No, my dear fellow. I have not followed you. I have merely listened to your thoughts. Right now they are screaming for you to run even though you know you would not last more than another thirty seconds at most. Come now, my good man. Let us, you and me, make this easier for you. Hmm?"
Marcel gave a small kind and reassuring smile. The man slowed his pace, tears gathering in his eyes, his breath coming in ragged pants. He was on the verge of a hysterical meltdown.
"Please, Oh, please sir. Please don't kill me. Don't kill me, please? Oh, please, please, please?"
His cries of mercy were just above a whisper ended in a soft pitiful cry. Marcel moved forward and bit down on the man's neck at the same time, he covered his mouth with his hard cold hand. The muffled cried filled the alley but made it no further than that. Marcel drunk deep of the lifeblood that flowed willingly into his mouth. Such beauty to be had in this moment. He had written so many sonnets about this moment but had never been able to cover the sweet yet bitter, beautiful yet monstrous, serendipitous yet soul-crushing reality it truly was to behold. Such truth, such duplicity could not so easily be written. The warmth flowed from the man into Marcel's body filled him so completely. From the tips of his fingers, to the ends of his toes, to the hollowness that was his soul. He willed this moment to last forever, but alas. All things had a beginning and all came to an everlasting end.
Marcel lifted his head from the crook in the man's neck. There was not enough blood left to leak out of it's own accord. If he left the human now, he would surely meet his demise. Such was not what the fates had willed for this mortal. Marcel lowered the man to the ground and perched next to him.
"Drink of my blood now or enter into your eternal judgement."
He didn't have to make it sound so egregious, alas this is what made the humans act faster. He lifted a finger to his wrist and firmly pressed until a thin line of scarlet formed. Pressing the wrist to the mortal's mouth, he commanded:
"Drink. Or you shall perish."
The human hurriedly pressed his mouth to the wound and greedily drank the blood, making sickening slurping noises. The euphoric feeling returned and Marcel's head leaned back with the wave of passion washing over him. Too soon he had to pull the human away from his arm. He was gripping so hard, trying to maintain a firm grasp but Marcel was able to easily remove his hands.
"Please wait. I want some more. Wait--"
Marcel knew this was coming. He knew the desperate please would begin, not for life but for the blood. The blood that tasted like the sweetest honey but turned to ash in the stomach. It was the same with anything he ate. It never mattered what he did. He also knew they would cease just as quickly as they had started only to be replaced with screams. Marcel had prepared for this however. He had tracked the human through a part of town where screaming was a normal occurrence and would not be reported or looked into. It would go ignored, unnoticed. He picked up the human as he began to cease and rushed into a nearby abandoned building. Marcel put him down just in time for his first ear splitting scream. Marcel pulled out a bandanna from his pocket and pushed it into his mouth.
"This helps. Bite down. Someone once told me to not be afraid. Every vampyr goes through this. We all have to die sometime. We just don't have an afterlife."
His voice was soft but he knew the man heard him. Between his screams he whimpered and bit down on the cloth. His body seemed to vibrate with his screams his body trying to rid itself of the soul. Marcel looked on as the skin seemed to tremble as the fat itself shrunk back into the body. Slowly the fat melted back into the body and the skin became taught. After what he was sure the newblood felt was an eternity, it was done. His brown curls we neatly arranged on his head, his skin was gently pulled against his now-toned body, his clothes, well they weren't going to make it past the door. The now quiet newblood was lying still on the floor, breathing deeply. His eyes roamed the room and eventually fell on Marcel.
"Is this what you see all the time?"
His face was full of awe.
"Now that you have a new life, I shall bestow upon you a new name. My name is Marcel. I, who have made you, shall now call you by the name, Emile. You are my child. I would now be called as your father. I am sure you have questions, but for now, I believe you are incredibly thirsty. Let us leave and get you something. I will answer any questions you have after you have had someone to drink."
"Hey now, I was just joking back there. I didn't mean any of that stuff. I-I really do like the Cowboys."
His attempt at recovery was lost upon the man's apparently deaf ears as he continued to stalk his prey down the alley. The man looked like he was nearly 380 pounds and smelled like he hadn't bathed in a week. Did Marcel really want to kill him? No. It was more for the thrill of seeing the pounds melt off the now-pale frame of this human. He smile wide, showing off his pearly white teeth. It was his heroin; his own addiction. Every time he did it, it made him feel almost euphoric. Almost. There were, of course, those more refined that he, but they were off completely uncaring about his 'experiments' as they call them. These so called experiments were the very essence of him. They were a public service, really. A heaven send. Why, who could say he was not doing God's work?!
He looked over the man backing away, top to bottom. Brown curls stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat. It was the fattest he had hunted so far. His eyes sunk deep into his face, almost swollen shut by the fat, but he could tell they were green. His white shirt soaked through stuck to him at every curve. His jeans looked, for the most part, clean save for where they dragged on the ground under his red Chuck Taylor covered heels.
He so longed for this part to be over: the pleading, the bargaining, the crying, the screaming. That was the worst. Oh, they tried to run but never lasted more than a few minutes at best. He sought only the biggest; the most blighted. Perhaps it was the flavor he liked the most? Se la vie. Everyone's story began somewhere. His began nearly a century ago in Paris less than a decade after he was turned.
"I really do like em. They, uh. You know, they rock."
His american accent was like a putrid wine poured over an under cooked lamb: Unsavory. His lip curled back, revealing his teeth once more. Only this time they seemed to have changed from normal teeth to that of a wolf.
"Please. Have we not run enough for this evening? I believe you have spent all the energy you are capable of, without hurting yourself at least." He would pause for a second and tilt his head to the side. "You don't have much longer anyway. Your heart won't be able to stand more that this. Is that not what your doctor told you? 'Slow down, mister Williams, or you'll run right into an early grave.'"
The man's face fell into shock as he sputtered.
"Y-Y-You've been Following me?!"
Marcel's answering smile was not kind.
"Follow? No, my dear fellow. I have not followed you. I have merely listened to your thoughts. Right now they are screaming for you to run even though you know you would not last more than another thirty seconds at most. Come now, my good man. Let us, you and me, make this easier for you. Hmm?"
Marcel gave a small kind and reassuring smile. The man slowed his pace, tears gathering in his eyes, his breath coming in ragged pants. He was on the verge of a hysterical meltdown.
"Please, Oh, please sir. Please don't kill me. Don't kill me, please? Oh, please, please, please?"
His cries of mercy were just above a whisper ended in a soft pitiful cry. Marcel moved forward and bit down on the man's neck at the same time, he covered his mouth with his hard cold hand. The muffled cried filled the alley but made it no further than that. Marcel drunk deep of the lifeblood that flowed willingly into his mouth. Such beauty to be had in this moment. He had written so many sonnets about this moment but had never been able to cover the sweet yet bitter, beautiful yet monstrous, serendipitous yet soul-crushing reality it truly was to behold. Such truth, such duplicity could not so easily be written. The warmth flowed from the man into Marcel's body filled him so completely. From the tips of his fingers, to the ends of his toes, to the hollowness that was his soul. He willed this moment to last forever, but alas. All things had a beginning and all came to an everlasting end.
Marcel lifted his head from the crook in the man's neck. There was not enough blood left to leak out of it's own accord. If he left the human now, he would surely meet his demise. Such was not what the fates had willed for this mortal. Marcel lowered the man to the ground and perched next to him.
"Drink of my blood now or enter into your eternal judgement."
He didn't have to make it sound so egregious, alas this is what made the humans act faster. He lifted a finger to his wrist and firmly pressed until a thin line of scarlet formed. Pressing the wrist to the mortal's mouth, he commanded:
"Drink. Or you shall perish."
The human hurriedly pressed his mouth to the wound and greedily drank the blood, making sickening slurping noises. The euphoric feeling returned and Marcel's head leaned back with the wave of passion washing over him. Too soon he had to pull the human away from his arm. He was gripping so hard, trying to maintain a firm grasp but Marcel was able to easily remove his hands.
"Please wait. I want some more. Wait--"
Marcel knew this was coming. He knew the desperate please would begin, not for life but for the blood. The blood that tasted like the sweetest honey but turned to ash in the stomach. It was the same with anything he ate. It never mattered what he did. He also knew they would cease just as quickly as they had started only to be replaced with screams. Marcel had prepared for this however. He had tracked the human through a part of town where screaming was a normal occurrence and would not be reported or looked into. It would go ignored, unnoticed. He picked up the human as he began to cease and rushed into a nearby abandoned building. Marcel put him down just in time for his first ear splitting scream. Marcel pulled out a bandanna from his pocket and pushed it into his mouth.
"This helps. Bite down. Someone once told me to not be afraid. Every vampyr goes through this. We all have to die sometime. We just don't have an afterlife."
His voice was soft but he knew the man heard him. Between his screams he whimpered and bit down on the cloth. His body seemed to vibrate with his screams his body trying to rid itself of the soul. Marcel looked on as the skin seemed to tremble as the fat itself shrunk back into the body. Slowly the fat melted back into the body and the skin became taught. After what he was sure the newblood felt was an eternity, it was done. His brown curls we neatly arranged on his head, his skin was gently pulled against his now-toned body, his clothes, well they weren't going to make it past the door. The now quiet newblood was lying still on the floor, breathing deeply. His eyes roamed the room and eventually fell on Marcel.
"Is this what you see all the time?"
His face was full of awe.
"Now that you have a new life, I shall bestow upon you a new name. My name is Marcel. I, who have made you, shall now call you by the name, Emile. You are my child. I would now be called as your father. I am sure you have questions, but for now, I believe you are incredibly thirsty. Let us leave and get you something. I will answer any questions you have after you have had someone to drink."