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The Park. NIGHT.

Jessica could deny her hunger no longer. For hundreds of years she'd been cursed with this undead existence, hiding from the sun, living on the blood of rats because she couldn't bear to harm another living being. Then she'd stumbled across that bleeding body in a dark alleyway. There'd been nothing she could do to save the unfortunate victim of violence, but the scent of his blood made her lose control, and as his life drained away, she'd fed upon his blood.

And now the hunger had awakened inside her. She fought it as long as she could, but she'd been doomed the minute she'd taken that first sip of human blood. She needed to feed. She'd gorge herself this night and finally accept what she was.

[Anyone want death by vampire? :D ]

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Zayne was very proud of himself. Not only had he survived the wild wedding and avoided his humping droids for much of the day, but he also covered up the death of ADA Alex Cabot very effectively. Once they found her dead at the Perk, the authorities would probably just assume she died of a caffeine overdose thanks to bootlegged coffee or something.

In short, everything was turning up Zayne. It was going to be a good night.

[He's earned vampire death. :D]

There was someone nearby. She could hear him moving along the path through the park, completely unaware of the danger that awaited him in the shadows. No! She had to resist! She couldn't give in to this hunger! If she did, she would become a monster.

But despite her desperate thoughts (accompanied by dramatic mugging to the camera), she still found herself taking steps toward the approaching person. She still looked as she did before she'd been Turned, an innocent teenager girl. He'd never suspect the danger until it was too late.

"Nice night, isn't it?" she heard herself say.

"Most definitely," Zayne said, turning around and looking Jessica over. "Looks like it's getting better all the time, too."

"The park can be a little scary at night," she said, batting her eyes. "Care to walk a girl home?"

"Not only do I care to, but I insist," Zayne said. "I wouldn't be doing my part if I wasn't helping to keep pretty girls safe."

...Okay, Alex was definitely in the "woman" range, so it wasn't really a lie. "I'm Zayne. And it is a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Jessica," she said. Jessica Bathory DuCharme Fitzroy Saint-Germain de Lioncourt St. John von Dracula, to be exact, but he wasn't going to live long enough to need to know her full name.

She could see his blood pulsing in his neck and had to swallow a mouthful of drool. "I live over there," she said, pointing to the darkest corner of the park. "I was a little afraid to walk alone. You never know what might be out there."

"Don't worry, I know a thing or two about self defense," Zayne said as he started to lead Jessica where she pointed. "You'll be nice and safe as long as you stay close to me."

Jessica latched on to his arm. "You're so sweet," she said. "So strong...and full of life."

Would he taste as sweet? She was still fighting her urges, but the scent of his blood was almost making her pant.

"Well, I work out," Zayne bragged, not minding a pretty girl hanging onto his arm. She had quite the grip, though. "Eat right. All that stuff. You have to keep yourself in shape, you know? It's the key to a long, healthy life."

"Do you know what the key to a really long life is?" Jessica said, bringing them to a halt in the darkest shadows of the park.

This was it. She could let him go and spare his life and...no. It had been too late the moment she'd heard him approach. She need to feed.

"Sure. Cucumbers. Don't laugh, but they're pretty much a miracle vegetable," Zayne said. "Hey, why did we stop here?"

So no one would hear him scream!

Lightning struck (despite the skies being clear overhead), and Jessica slid in front of Zayne. "The real secret," she said ominously, "is blood!"

She bared her fangs and lunged for his throat.

"But that's... my... blood," Zayne managed to say once the fangs pierced his skin instead of, you know, fighting back at all. And then everything went black. But at least he got a good dark punchline in first.

Jessica pushed Zayne to the ground, slurping hungrily at his neck. After a long moment, she threw back her head, blood dripping down her face, horrified by what she'd done. "Nooooooooo!" she howled.

"Are you ... hunting?" Jack the dread vampire asked, clucking his tongue a bit as he swooped into view in a cardinal-colored leather jacket and very, very fitted black jeans. "I thought this side of the park was my territory."

It wasn't. He was hoping Jessica had forgotten that.

[OOC: Death, sex, or a bitchfight, whatever makes sense.]

Edited 2011-09-12 00:16 (UTC)

Jessica wiped a hand across her mouth guiltily to remove the last of Zayne's blood from her lips. She couldn't believe after all these years and all those scenes angsting about her undead existence and how she refused to kill a human that she'd given in to her hungers. Jack had always taunted her about how she couldn't refuse to drink human blood forever, and he'd been right.

"I'm just out for a walk," she lied.

"Out for a walk late at night with gore near your mouth?" Jack asked, eyebrows arch. "I knew you wouldn't be able to deny yourself forever, Jessica. You're like me. You should embrace your darkness and become one with the devil and the night."

... the writers were having another competition to see how ridiculous Jack's lines could get, apparently.

"No!" Jessica said, turning her head away from him, her face twisted with angst, a single, perfect, bloody tear rolling down her cheek. "I'm not like you! I'm not! I'm not a monster!"

But he was right. She was just like him.

"We aren't the monsters," Jack said, swaggering toward her and trying to put a hand on her arm. "The humans who hate and fear us, they're the monsters. We are perfect creations of the maker. Beautiful, eternal, deadly."

Edited 2011-09-12 00:45 (UTC)

Jessica looked down at his hand, her tops of her perfect white breasts heaving in the moonlight (that somehow managed to pierce those darkest shadows of the park now) as she fought for control. "But I don't...but I can't...."

But she had. And she would again.

"You can and you will," Jack said, looking at those glistening marble orbs.

"You and your alabaster .... skin. Don't feel guilty for being yourself," he added in a croon.

"Is it...is it really easier?" Jessica said, swaying as she looked into his eyes. She'd resisted for this long, and now she'd taken one, two steps down the dark path. No more struggles. No more angsty soliloquies under the full moon. She'd be free to be what she was meant to be.

"Much easier," Jack said with relish and a fair amount of vampire peer pressure. "I turned a girl today. Katherine. I've never felt better in my unlife."

Jessica nodded shakily, holding out her hand to him. "Show me," she said, finally teetering off that ledge. "Show me what it's like to be a real vampire."

"You'll never regret it," Jack promised, and took her hand to lead her out of the park. They'd be two unholy children of the night, taking lives and spreading terror wherever they went.

Tenderly, he reached up to try to dry those tears.

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