06-11-2017, 05:36 PM
Victor Hendy had watched a sitcom's worth of events from all the Primes filing in and out of the Bar area. The squid, the cartoon, the youth, the demon, and now what looked like an elf, and a young girl radiating darkness and vitriol. They bickered and squabbled amongst each other, brokering alliances and partnerships of convienience, sure to be broken when it came down to the difference between winning or losing. It warmed the vampire's desiccated heart to see such ambition, such naked betrayal in the works. Truly an event for only the most ruthless and clever of Primes. One in which he hoped he would excel at.
But for now...he was hungry.
He rose from his table, pushing the metal disk away from his chair and stowing the illusory wrench back on his belt. It seemed his inconspicuous disguise had served its purpose, barely anyone taking notice of him during their dealings. Perhaps they thought he was some sort of maintenance personnel. Good. Anonymity was one of his most treasured abilities, possessing the kind of face that a citizen on the street would forget in a moment or in a crowd.
He left the Bar, idly cracking his yellow nailed fingers and running his tongue along his hidden fangs, joining a pair of Syntech secretaries making their way back to the main entrance to the facility.
New Primes were stepping off the transport pad as Hendy ducked through the room, absently whistling to himself. The hallways were clearly marked with signs pointing to the different areas. Hmm...Gym? Library....or Park? Park....Vic was never a big fan of the sunny outdoors, being what he was, and he doubted he'd find anyone ripe for the hunt in the gym. So that left the Library. Perfect place to sneak up on some pretty young thing stacking the books.
LIBRARY
There was a young woman deep into the stacks. Vic could smell her and her perfume, a delightful lavender scent mixing with the papery smell of old tomes and manuscripts. Making sure no one was in direct view of his personage, he leaned against a wall and disappeared from all perception. Casually, he walked down the aisles, shadowing the girl, traveling in adjacent lanes and leaning against bookshelves at the end of where she was working.
He could hear the blood pumping in her body, the Ravnos peeling back his lips in unseen anticipation as she bent over her book cart. A redhead, slim, freckled, most likely in her late 20's. Exactly his type.
He crept slowly towards her, his footsteps muffled, and reappeared just behind her without any sound. She turned around with a book in her hands, and he could see the surprise in her eyes as she registered the sudden appearance of the blue collar mechanic behind her. Her lips parting to let out a startled exclamation, Victor Hendy put a finger to her lips and slid a hand around her waist. "Shhhh...." He whispered, using his other hand to brush her hair back over her skull.
She was frozen in the moment, unsure of what to do, unsure if she could do anything. Her body quivered as the vampire leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Entirely passionless, but a shy bookish type like her? Probably had fantasies of this very thing happening. Was a shame he didn't have anywhere to bring her, and a fling with an anonymous broad would be detrimental to his carefully cultivated state of mind. No, she was sustenance and little else. Romance could wait until he had won.
Her eyes had closed during the kiss, and she was already enraptured in the supernatural aura that Kindred generated when they were feeding. Vic Hendy's fangs scraped her neck, breaking the skin, and she let out a soft gasp, her leg popping up, her body going limp in his strong hands as he drank and drank. Hot liquid life, right from the prettiest source he could fine. Invigorating, powerful, and just what he needed to keep his tacks sharp and his mind like a razor.
The girl would come out of her stupor seated on the floor, her head spinning, her mind foggy, and slightly lightheaded, but none the worse for the wear.
And no sign of the man she'd...seen? Dreamt? Imagined?
No sign at all.
But for now...he was hungry.
He rose from his table, pushing the metal disk away from his chair and stowing the illusory wrench back on his belt. It seemed his inconspicuous disguise had served its purpose, barely anyone taking notice of him during their dealings. Perhaps they thought he was some sort of maintenance personnel. Good. Anonymity was one of his most treasured abilities, possessing the kind of face that a citizen on the street would forget in a moment or in a crowd.
He left the Bar, idly cracking his yellow nailed fingers and running his tongue along his hidden fangs, joining a pair of Syntech secretaries making their way back to the main entrance to the facility.
New Primes were stepping off the transport pad as Hendy ducked through the room, absently whistling to himself. The hallways were clearly marked with signs pointing to the different areas. Hmm...Gym? Library....or Park? Park....Vic was never a big fan of the sunny outdoors, being what he was, and he doubted he'd find anyone ripe for the hunt in the gym. So that left the Library. Perfect place to sneak up on some pretty young thing stacking the books.
LIBRARY
There was a young woman deep into the stacks. Vic could smell her and her perfume, a delightful lavender scent mixing with the papery smell of old tomes and manuscripts. Making sure no one was in direct view of his personage, he leaned against a wall and disappeared from all perception. Casually, he walked down the aisles, shadowing the girl, traveling in adjacent lanes and leaning against bookshelves at the end of where she was working.
He could hear the blood pumping in her body, the Ravnos peeling back his lips in unseen anticipation as she bent over her book cart. A redhead, slim, freckled, most likely in her late 20's. Exactly his type.
He crept slowly towards her, his footsteps muffled, and reappeared just behind her without any sound. She turned around with a book in her hands, and he could see the surprise in her eyes as she registered the sudden appearance of the blue collar mechanic behind her. Her lips parting to let out a startled exclamation, Victor Hendy put a finger to her lips and slid a hand around her waist. "Shhhh...." He whispered, using his other hand to brush her hair back over her skull.
She was frozen in the moment, unsure of what to do, unsure if she could do anything. Her body quivered as the vampire leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Entirely passionless, but a shy bookish type like her? Probably had fantasies of this very thing happening. Was a shame he didn't have anywhere to bring her, and a fling with an anonymous broad would be detrimental to his carefully cultivated state of mind. No, she was sustenance and little else. Romance could wait until he had won.
Her eyes had closed during the kiss, and she was already enraptured in the supernatural aura that Kindred generated when they were feeding. Vic Hendy's fangs scraped her neck, breaking the skin, and she let out a soft gasp, her leg popping up, her body going limp in his strong hands as he drank and drank. Hot liquid life, right from the prettiest source he could fine. Invigorating, powerful, and just what he needed to keep his tacks sharp and his mind like a razor.
The girl would come out of her stupor seated on the floor, her head spinning, her mind foggy, and slightly lightheaded, but none the worse for the wear.
And no sign of the man she'd...seen? Dreamt? Imagined?
No sign at all.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”