hadriel_logs | I've had little bit too much

Who: Edgar, Will (+ Abigail later!), Drake
What: Local vampire decides to treat himself and feels bad after.
Where: West Island.
When: Backdated to June's love event.
Warnings: Character death, vampire related violence and injuries.

[Now, this is a "curse" that Edgar could get behind.

Instead of waking up filled with thoughts and memories of the past, what all went wrong and all of a what could have beens, he felt strangely.. Light. Liberated, even. Just like the day he was freed from all his responsibilities towards others and could only live for himself. In fact, there's an idea behind that. He's held out long enough, acted all proper and smart despite odds being against him. He, if someone deserved a break from all the misery.

He spent most of the day at the beach, playing with the water and sand and collecting different kind of seashells and flowers that he used to decorate himself. Then just before the 'eighteenth' hour of the day he saw some boats leaving and heading towards the East Islands where the hot spring party was announced to be held. Following his amused curiosity Edgar decided, too, to attend the party despite his youthful appearance being completely wrong to the scenery. There in party and old thought -- or more like an instinct, raised its head once again, reminding him just how long it had been since the last time he had proper 'meal' and just how dry his lips felt. The island and whole city of Hadriel were nothing but a standing buffet to him. And when the opportunity presented itself he just couldn't bring himself to even give slightest care about consequences and had a small taste of blood.

After that he fled from the party, retreated back to the west island where he was currently residing. He was still wearing the skin tight dress that reached his knees, hair decorated by the flowers and seashells. The taste of his victim's blood kept lingering on his lips, making his own blood rush in his ears -- thriving him to search for more. He quickly moved way from the beach, up and over the deathly sharp cliffs as the harsh waves stormed behind him, looking for someone foolish loner who had decided to treat themselves a seemingly lovely stroll in the dark night. His bright blue eyes were practically shining in the darkness. Really, he looked much more a fairy or a mermaid rather than a predator.]

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[This time it takes much longer before than usual before the reality catches up with him. But once the spell that the gods had placed on him wears off everything comes back to him, swarming over him like a tide -- making his stomach drop. There's still some blood on his hands that he hadn't bothered cleaning up, energy from new blood and life rushes in his veins and he feels far more alive than he had been in a while. And he really doesn't need to be genius to guess what's happened.

He's killed, which well.. It happens, as crude it is. He remembers the thrill and satisfaction of pressing his teeth on his victim's neck and draining the energy with his fingertips very clearly. That's not the part he regrets all that much although he rarely takes a pleasure from hunting or killing. What really causes him feel the nauseous and nervous twist in his stomach, curling from the fear, is the manner how he had done it.

He had been careless -- or rather uncaring, and let himself to be seen by someone. That is the biggest and most dangerous mistake anyone in his position could do. Had he not learned anything from the past? Such indifference had caused so many tragedies within his family. Old Hannah, Baron Portsnell and Sheila... And Marybelle, the silver haired girl with the smile that could melt the iron and eyes full of sad love. They all had been killed by humans after their true natures had been found out. And it seems like the same fate could as well be awaiting him now that people knew just what kind of monster he is. Unlike previous times he's all alone and trapped, making him quite easy target for a mob.

The panic within him only grew stronger with each passing moment and fearful thought. Which is what pushed him on the move, away from the shores, cliffs and his apartment. He needed to be somewhere safe and with someone who would want to understand before hitting a wooden stake through his heart. He might not have any of his real family in city of Hadriel but there was someone who was almost like him; Drake Holloway, another undead being. Once he reaches Drake's apartment he enters it through the window. His feet are bare and the only thing he's wearing is the worn, skintight summer dress and the flowers in his hair. His lips are redder than usual, which all honestly could be from makeup too, seeing that there's still plenty of glitter around his eyes.]

I've made a mistake!

[He says with a haste before he's even fully in. For once deciding to skip the pleasantries and other small talk. This was too serious for that.]

[ It's late, but Drake's not asleep. He's had trouble sleeping intermittently ever since he was turned and it's only gotten worse since he's been alone here. Not that it's surprising. The apartment is just too quiet without the breathing of someone next to him at night. He leaves the windows open so he can hear the water, but it doesn't always help.

Fortunately or unfortunately, that means Edgar can just hop right in his bedroom window, looking like one of the glittery fairy creatures his mother collected figurines of. Drake startles upright, looking alarmed. Edgar's words aren't exactly the sort of thing anyone is ever happy to hear, especially not in that frantic tone and not when he can see something staining the vampire's hands. It feels strange to keep thinking of Edgar as a child when he knows the truth, but he's not quite a man either, is he? Drake's not sure what to call him besides inhuman. But they've got that in common so he's going to listen, and try to understand. ]

What did you do? Are you alright?

[Edgar stand in front the window, eyes open wide from bewilderment. He doesn't quite catch the traces of the blood on his hands or on his lips -- although the tastes still lingers on his tongue, so reason for Drake's worry is misinterpret.

For a short but heavy moment he just stays stills, red lips parted as he tries to gather his thoughts. Is he alright? Oh. Where to even begin with.]

I was seen! [Because that is the most crucial part to him.] She -- a human, saw me.

[ Okay, just. Calm down. Drake stands up, moving towards the door to hit the light switch because while Edgar can probably see just fine, zombies don't get enhanced night vision or anything.

Yup, that's blood on the other monster. He reaches out and takes one of Edgar's wrists, turning his hand over with a little frown. It doesn't look like he's injured himself, but what state is his victim in? ]

Seen doing what, Edgar? Sit down and tell me what happened.

[The light filling the room makes Edgar physically flinch. With his brows pressed together into frown and lips forming a thin red line on his face he looks down at the floor. He's nervous and very aware of his disheveled and messy appearance, making him distracted enough to forget to make his reflection appear on any reflective surfaces around the room.

He lets Drake to take his wrist and check him for any injuries but when he's suggested to take a seat he won't budge. Slowly he raises his gaze from the floor and meets his eyes. He knows that Drake isn't going to be happy to hear what he has to say.]

I killed someone. A human girl saw me getting rid off the body.

[ Will Graham was many a thing and foolish loner was definitely one of them. Seeing the City scattered over the Island's, act up when one of the God's decided it was time for a power play, was nothing new to witness, this time, however, Will was managing to stay well away from all the action - Or so he thought.

Originally, Will had been walking his dog, Winston, across the beach towards the bottom of the cliffs, however, when his four-legged friend decided to make like the wind and soar over the opening back towards civilization, Will could only shake his head and sigh. That dog. Must have seen a bird or maybe caught the scent of someones cooking. Either way, this actions left Will alone to enjoy his night stroll.

Will was used to walking alone at night, he didn't really fear to be alone in the dark, heck, the months he spent sleepwalking the cold, lonely back roads of Wolftrap Virginia had made him almost immune to this kind of thing. It was easy, to slip back into the old way of things, daydream as he walked, lose himself in thought. His current one was that of the haunting sound he'd once heard played from the makeshift cello of a human throat. Not the most soothing of thought but it is what it is.

It was then that Will was distracted from his morbid, memory music. Spotting the eyes as they shone like beacons in the dark, luring him in like a sirens call. Was he still dreaming? Was there someone there in the cover of shadows? ]

[So far Edgar had never been one to play with his food by terrorizing his victims. He was far too cautious for that. It was always either straightforward and fast kill or then distracting their attention somewhere else while he secretly took their blood. In both cases he made sure that his target didn't know what hit them.

Now? Well, he could definitely try something new and for once try to have fun. He's already took few miscalculated steps here in Hadriel and nothing's happened to him. So sure he could afford some more.

When he spots the man and his dog from afar his lips curl up into a grin. He follows them quietly from the shadows until the dog takes off, leaving his master all alone.

Perfect.

He allows himself to be seen by the man before he takes the steps towards him.]

Evening. What are you doing here all alone?

[Abigail wakes from one of her nightmares. She tries thinking about her mind palace to calm herself and when that fails to work, she decides to step outside of the apartment for a change of scenery. She leans back against the spire and tries to clear her mind of the image of her father's victims chasing her in her dreams. The sight of Winston provides a better distraction.]

Hey, Winston, come here boy.

[As she greets Winston, she can't help but wonder where Will is. She doubts he would have let the dog out on his own. Too many dangers. She bends down, running her fingers through his fur, checking for any signs of where he's been, or worse blood from an injury or an injured Will. Seeing none, she feels a touch of relief and leads the dog inside. He'll be safe. Safer. No one's really safe. With that in mind, she leaves the apartment again, heading off in search of Will slowly and quietly.]

I've had little bit too much

A dizzy twister dance. (closed to Drake)

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