Rough awakening [open thread]

Posts : 32 Join date : 2011-08-20

Hunter sat on the hard bed of his holding cell, cradling his arm against his chest and feeling like his life had crumbled around him in the space of twenty four hours. Two days ago, everything had been going relatively his way. He had finally managed to rise a bit in the ranks of the gang, even becoming the boss’ right hand man. People had been jealous, of course, especially since a lot of them thought he was still “green” But he had paid them no heed, focusing on doing his job of drug dealing, and living the life, partying like there was no tomorrow. Despite all the jealousy and the power struggle within the small gang, he had believed that they were all tight as brothers, a sort of dysfunctional family if you will, and that should shit hit the fan they’d remain tight and help each other. But never, in his wildest paranoid dreams, had he imagined that things would turn out like this.

He had woken up a few hours earlier feeling like hell, vaguely remembering an extremely fun night of alcohol, sex and drugs. He remembered coming home with a nameless man, and getting thoroughly fucked, which was weird in itself, since he usually did the topping. But the weirdest part was, he’d woken up changed. Different. He couldn’t feel it at first, but slowly, he noticed his paleness, his elongated teeth, the two holes in his neck and mostly, the painful, overwhelming hunger that was punching him in the gut repeatedly. His first thought had been: Vampires don’t fucking exist! What happened then was enough to make him sick when he thought of it. Ben had come to check on him, had joked about how he looked like shit, just before Hunter ripped through him with his bare hands. Blood, everywhere, and Hunter had drunk, licked and sucked every drop of it.

The fledgling vampire shivered, watching in sick fascination as his blood coated broken arm was mending itself at an alarming pace. He’d been kneeling in a pool of Ben’s blood when the boys rushed in to his room. There was some screaming, and Hunter had been forced to fight for his life, barely understanding what was happening. He didn’t know if he killed anybody else, but he knows he owes his life, in a weird twist of fate, to the arrival of the cops, who were tipped about the gang’s location. They took everyone in, but made a special case of Hunter, since he was the one pointed at by his former friends as a murdering psychopath. With the blood on his hands, still warm, the cops didn’t ask too many questions, and gave him a special cell that came with a special beating just for "crazy psycho freaks" like him.

Hunter brought his knees to his chest and waited, dread coursing through him, for the terrible hunger to come back, wondering what exactly he had become.

Posts : 5 Join date : 2012-01-02

LeStat was lurking through the night, on his hunt. A life of eternity could get boring. Very boring. LeStat de Lioncourt was a young vampire, compared to his sire. But was experienced. He had a job in the underground: The Catacombs it was called. The entire supernatural civilization flooded through there. From dark, extravagant corridors to dirt tunnels. When they needed, they went above ground, to human life. LeStat was part of the council that ruled the American Catacombs. James La Roux, his maker, had gotten him the spot. Now, LeStat may be the "Brat Prince", and a rule breaker. But he took his position seriously. He was part of the law system and when it was time to work, LeStat put childish things away, and got serious.

But he wasn't serious the other night. Like any human or vampire, boredom could get to him. And it got to LeStat bad. Killing off humans got tiring. So like any bored, pretty vampire, he got himself a lay. He hunted through the bar, looking for a naive, yet strong, man to toy with. LeStat enjoyed breaking the big guys down to their knees. He loved making them submit, cry out, and suffer. He supposed it came from the night he was changed. Big men beating him nearly to death. They thought they were high and mighty. Well now LeStat was the mighty one. He was strong, fast, powerful. He could toy with the lives of humans. He could determine their fate, and they would never know. So when he met Hunter Helmsley, he was the perfect play toy. Horny, big, and gullible.

LeStat owned Hunter. He made him submit, he made him scream. Oh the screams. They filled his ears as LeStat sunk his fangs into the flesh of the sweet human's neck. But he didn't drink, no. He bit. The venom flowed into Hunter, taking away all his humanity. And as soon as he as done, he let Hunter burn. The pain of changing was intense. But Hunter slept through it, which surprised LeStat. But he didn't bother looking into it. Instead, he said one thing.

"Good night, sweet dreams. I know I will." He whispered into his fledgling's ear, before he disappeared, never planning to see Hunter again.

He didn't plan to help him through the tough newborn years. Where was the fun in that? Oh no, he would let Hunter suffer. Maybe even occasionally check on him to see how his plaything was coming along. Which was what he was doing now. He stood on a roof behind the jail, Hunter's scent reeking in the place. A cold little smirk played on his lips, as he watched the baby vampire. He couldn't wait to see the hunger take over. He began to whistle a haunting little melody that only the newborn would hear, simply to toy with him.

Posts : 32 Join date : 2011-08-20

Hunter was wondering how he would get out of there, when he heard a soft sound, which turned into sweet haunting notes. Frowning, he looked up, trying to locate where the song came from. Scowling, he got up and to the barred door, thinking it was someone's radio or singing.

"Hey! Turn it down will ya? Some people are trying to sleep!"

"Shut up you fucker!"

After narrowly escaping the tazzer that the cop tried to stick in his ribs through the bars, Hunter retreated to the back of his tiny cell and decided it would be wiser not to attrack their attention anymore. But the annoyingly insistent music kept on, even when he tried blocking his ears.
A couple of hours passed, and Hunter had taken to rocking on his bed, the back of his head hitting the wall repeatedly with a soft thud. The terrible hunger that made him feel like acid was burning through his gut had returned, and only worsened the effect of the maddening melody.

He barely heard the cop that said it was time for interrogation. He could only register the smell of the man, the blood he could heard pounding in the warm body's veins, and how delicious it would be to rip and tear at the weak skin to get access to that sweet nectar. So when the man's hand fell on his shoulder, he reacted, and jumped on the cop, fangs bared and aimed at the man's throat.

People were shouting, as he fed. He growled in annoyance and kept drinking in ecstasy, until two or three tazzers were thrust into his back. He screamed and convulsed, falling to his side. Then came a beating, again, and he was left on the floor of the cell, sore as hell and barely conscious, with hands and feet cuffed for good measure. But he didn't care. He had fed. Curling up into a nearly foetal position, he wondered how much longer it would be before he was hungry again.

Posts : 5 Join date : 2012-01-02

LeStat chuckles hauntingly. He could feel Hunter's hunger build up. His head cocked to the side, watching the newborn lose control. He shook his head. Hunter didn't know his own strength yet. He hopped off the roof and slipped passed the security gates too fast for human eyes to pick up. He went to the back, where the window of Hunter's cell was. He listened in, waiting until all the commotion was gone.

When the voices were quiet, LeStat scaled the building, coming to Hunter's window. He held onto the bars, holding himself up with much ease. He looked down at Hunter through the bars, who was in the fetal position.

"Ey!" LeStat called. "Hunter, I must say your a horrid vampire. You could have easily broken out of here ages ago." He said with a roll of his eyes. He didn't plan on speaking to Hunter at all. But this was so pathetic, LeStat had to give at least just a little push. And if Hunter killed off all the law enforcement at the station, LeStat would be in deep trouble with the Council for letting his newborn run wild and wreck havoc. Vampires where o live in a peaceful, concealed existence.

Hunter was on the verge of blowing it. And if he did, LeStat would be a pile of ashes. If not from the council,a least from James, his creator. James would have LeStat's head if he knew what the little brat was doing.

He looked over Hunter. "Well, get up then. We don't have all night." He hissed, annoyed.

Posts : 32 Join date : 2011-08-20

Hunter had fallen into a troubled slumber, when an irritating voice made him blink awake. He groaned, remembering where he was and why, and raised his head, following the sounds until he found himself staring at a pale face with fangs. His scream died in his throat when he saw the fangs. Vampire.

“You… You’re the one who…”

Anger took hold and he struggled against the cuffs. The broke easily. He stared at them, dumbfounded, then back at Lestat. He scrambled to his feet and took a few tentative steps towards the bars.

“Who are you? What happened? What did you do to me?”

Posts : 5 Join date : 2012-01-02

"We'll talk another time. Now come on then." LeStat said before ripping the bars out of the sill with ease, throwing them to the ground. Alarms went off, screeching their warning. LeStat looked back at Hunter. "Jump." He said before letting go of the sill and falling the three stories to the ground, landing on the ground with a soft thud. He looked up at the window opening, waiting for Hunter to make his jump and follow.

He didn't think things would end up like this. LeStat planned on leaving the newborn. But with the alarms going off and everyone alert, the only place he could take Hunter was to the underground. The Catacombs. He sighed and folded his arms, waiting impatiently for Hunter to jump.

Posts : 32 Join date : 2011-08-20

“Jump? Just jump? Are you out of your…”

Hunter’s jaw dropped, and he slowly went to the hole in the wall, and looked down at the street he was supposed to jump to. Both his legs would break. It was the only logical thing that would happen if he jumped. He looked back at his cell. He could hear the cops running towards him, could practically smell them. He looked back down at Lestat.

“This is crazy,” he murmured, and jumped.

He landed next to Lestat with his newfound catlike agility.

“I… What… the fuck?”

He looked at Lestat, and suddenly, only one thing was clear in the swirl of madness that his world had become. This pretty boy was somehow responsible for his situation. Hunter unconsciously bared his fangs, letting out a growl as he punched Lestat’s face as hard as he could.

Posts : 5 Join date : 2012-01-02

LeStat was about to say something when a punch pushed him to the ground. His pale eyes turned red, and he was on his feet and in Hunter's feet within milliseconds. He let out a growl, that of a lion. Pretty fitting to his name. The growl vibrated the ground slightly.

He grabbed Hunter's neck, easily pushing him into a brick wall. "Listen, you pathetic twat! You are a child! A newborn! Lay your hands on me again, and I'll have you in a pile of ashes before you can blink. Now keep your hands to yourself, and follow me. Before you reveal yourself." He growled and draggedHunter into a pitch black alley a few blocks down. But being the supernatural he was, he could easily see in the dark.

He put a hand over Hunter's mouth and watched from the shadows as the cops raced by, oblivious to the obvious whereabouts of the two vampires. When the sirens faded down, he turned to Hunter.

"Are you going to behave?" He hissed, pulling his hand away and crossing his hands, a scowl on his features.

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