A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
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Post by kat on Jul 22, 2020 4:46:47 GMT
He wanted to blame on the joke. It had to have been the joke that caught him off guard, that allowed him to so easily let the stranger slip away. Even in death's arms, he was cracking wise ones. If it wasn't so infuriating, Felix actually would have found it hilarious. He watched as his dinner literally slipped through his arms, drop to the floor and sprint to his phone. In pure rage, the monster let out a snarl that echoed through the walls.
Felix sprinted back to the stranger. "It's a bit rude to make a phone call during dinner," he cracked as he appeared behind him like mist. He slapped the phone from his hand like it was a fly. "Where are your manners?" Once we was sure he had a better grip on him this time, he pierced his teeth back into his neck. No money shot again, but fuck it. He was hangry at this point, and he wanted more than anything for this to be over.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 22, 2020 10:48:42 GMT
Shit shit shit. "Pick up..." he grunted, the phone to his ear and his eyes looking at the vampire who was coming around. If it was any other creature, he could just use his powers to give him a bit of a shock or something, but this was a vampire. The last time it had happened...well, Hywel didn't even want to think about it. This wasn't going to be any better.
"Hywel?" the voice made him jump, "it's six in the fucking morning, what the–"
"Rhi," he gasped in relief, "I'm in trouble, Chelsea by the docks, use the tracker. It's a vampire and I can't–"
The next thing he knew, the phone was flying out of his hands again. Great, it was barely a year since the last upgrade too. "Am I the entree or the main course?" he replied, his voice shaking just a little despite his air of bravado. He had survived harsher environments than this, he reminded himself. He had survived the fucking great war, for gods' sake. He wasn't going to be done in by some vampire now.
Hywel gritted his teeth as he felt teeth sink into him once again, the grip on his shoulders painful. Oh god, he could smell the iron tang of his blood, and vampires really did their work quickly, didn't they? He struggled, unable to break out of the grip the man had, his hands digging deeper in order to keep him still, his teeth sinking into his throat more in order to taste his blood.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move, and he had forgotten his problem with tight spaces, with being held down, and all of a sudden, the panic was welling up in his throat. He had drowned so many of his worst memories in drugs and alcohol–it wasn't just because of his age that his memory didn't serve him well–and suddenly, he was reminded, of the dead soldiers atop of him, crushing him under their weight when they thought him dead, ready to bury him in a mass grave–
His eyes began to glow, and his hands gripped Felix's arms tightly, tighter than even he was holding onto him, and suddenly, he couldn't control it anymore. Immortality, and even more, an immortal's life was always so tempting, like a drug to the force inside of him, and suddenly, it became ravenous.
The prey was feeding on the predator instead.
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Post by kat on Jul 23, 2020 7:02:56 GMT
"Don't flatter yourself. You're just an appetizer," Felix snarled through his teeth on his neck. There were no more niceties. He bit down harder, shutting him up.
Once he'd gotten that second taste, a voice in his head growled, Don't let it escape again. He began sucking the life out of his prey, feeling the hot blood run down his throat. After a thousand years on the planet, Felix had realized it wasn't just the blood that he needed to survive; the energy from another living thing, draining it completely was what was so addicting. Animals never came close, and blood in a bag was like rotten meat. No, nothing compared to the intoxication of draining someone's life force.
And then something changed. The hot liquid suddenly started running cold, and through a blind, frenzied haze, Felix's eyes began focusing on the glowing light coming from the stranger. Suddenly, the high of draining his life was being replaced by something... else. A hot pain radiated from deep inside his chest, and expanded out through the rest of his body quickly, like a blanket of hot coals. It was a pain he'd never felt before, not even as a human.
It took him far too long to realize how much was being drained from him. As he cried out in a mix of shock and terror, he dropped his prey and wiped his mouth, checking to see if it was even blood he was drinking. Even after dropping him, still, the pain in him felt like fire, and he clutched his chest while watching the glowing stranger. Who the fuck was this? And what had he just done to him?
"What are you?" Felix cried out, feeling weak in his knees. This feeling of weakness was so unfamiliar to him, he felt a terror he hadn't felt since he was turned. "What did you do to me?!"
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Post by achromatic on Jul 23, 2020 8:04:41 GMT
It was addicting. Hywel had tried everything in his lifetime, and everything paled in comparison. Taking time from a life was like taking everything from them; their happiness, their pain, all that energy that just flowed through his veins. It was warmth, a type of glowing warmth he couldn't quite describe. This was why it was so addicting. Any human's life tasted like warm chocolate and the richest caviar when it was time to feed.
An immortal's life tasted like ambrosia.
The creature within him was in a frenzy; as he feed, the veins underneath his pale skin glowed, and for a moment, he seemed alien, like a creature that couldn't possibly exist in this realm, and suddenly, he wasn't holding onto his prey anymore. He wasn't himself anymore; the beast had feasted on forbidden flavours, and it wanted more.
The problem was life, time itself, was volatile. It didn't translate the same way into him as it took from others, and certainly, taking life from a vampire was sacrilegious. It wasn't just taking life, it was taking death. Again and again and again. Whatever he had taken, it rotted too quickly for him to expel it, and the glow quickly faded, turning into ink, his eyes turning dark, his veins fading into a black, his skin turning ashy. Fuck.
He was going to die.
Energy transference, even when it was a human, was a delicate art. Too much life and it was the greatest high of his life, feasting until he lost control and his vessel could no longer hold it in. Transferring it meant that the worst comedown possible-how could it possibly feel good to drain that much life out of a man?–but to take life from one undead?
He really was going to die. His eyes faded back into the baby-blue it was, except now it was dull, the panic and realization quickly settling in.
"Fuck," he spat, a hysterical laugh leaving his throat, "fuck you, asshole. Really?" He was dying. He could feel his veins burning, his fingers going numb, "I hope you die choking on the biggest fucking stake ever made."
He fell down, unable to hold himself up. "Seriously gonna let me survive 'nam and this is how I go?" he hissed out, fading in and out of consciousness.
Rhiannon, on the other hand, felt a sharp pain in her rib. Fuck. What the hell was Hywel doing? She glanced to the phone, still tracking his location. Two minutes away. Shit. She began to sprint.
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Post by kat on Jul 23, 2020 8:30:56 GMT
The, thick, sticky liquid on his Felix's lips absolutely wasn't blood. It had a metallic taste, but it was repulsive, and black like ink. He spit out a mouthful as he brought himself back to his feet. He felt no stronger than he had after he dropped the stranger, but he had to get answers.
"I'm going to show you real war crimes this century's never seen before if you don't tell me what the fuck you just did to me." He spat the words out through his fangs that hadn't retracted, dropping down to his knees as he stared at the... thing. Whatever it was. He gripped his throat, though not hard, because it was clear there wasn't much left to scare out of him.
Under him, the stranger had become less and less responsive until he wasn't responding at all, and Felix let out a cry of pain. Whatever he'd done to him, it was draining more from Felix the more the stranger fell deeper and deeper into death's arms, and he'd lived too damn long to see himself go out like this. It was becoming more clear by the second that in order to save himself, he'd have to save him first.
Yeah, fuck it. Let me bring my dinner back to life.
A wave of ungodly adrenaline rushed over him, and his got back up and raced for the phone he'd swatted out of his hand. Luckily, it was still working past a shattered screen, and he redialed the most recent call. Rhiannon. Whoever she was, if he'd chosen to call her in his last moments, she surely would have been able to help.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 23, 2020 8:42:53 GMT
Jesus Christ. Where was he? Chelsea should've been familiar; they practically lived here for god's sake. It was true she didn't spend too much time around the area, and for once, she almost regretted it. Where the hell was he? There were plenty of clubs around here he could've visited, but everything looked...desolate. Empty.
The phone rang.
Shit, what the hell? She gritted her teeth, picking the phone up.
"What the hell Hywel?!" she snapped, "where the fuck are you?! I've been calling–you can't just leave me hanging when I'm trying to fucking save your life you piece of shit." She was furious, with the man, with whatever he was in trouble with, with the absolute recklessness that was her brother. She knew he didn't care much about his own well-being; she had told him to see a therapist almost a decade ago, but this was ridiculous.
Around the corner. She was just around the corner to where the phone was supposed to be. "I'm on my way, I swear if you're not in trouble I'll be the one who kills you first."
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Post by kat on Jul 24, 2020 8:10:38 GMT
Felix pulled the phone back from his ear for a second once Rhiannon answered. He growled, listening to her rant as he could obviously hear her running. "I'd suggest you watch your tone before it's all three of us that finally meet our maker," he grilled back at her through clenched teeth. He turned towards the entrance of the building. "9th and Broadway, south side. You can't miss the massive hole in the building just past that."
He turned back to the stranger, staring as his struggling body. "You got any advice on keeping him alive till you get here?" Grabbing his shirt while he talked he wiped his mouth and hands off with the black goo that was the stranger's blood. At least against the charcoal fabric it would look less like he was trying to eat him. Though it was probably pointless by now.
"He's uh.. bleeding. Badly. Probably dying," Felix added. He felt the pain in his chest flair again and groaned. "Yep. Definitely dying." Behind his eyes, he literally saw a thousand years of history flashing. The frenzied monster inside him was whimpering like a wounded animal. He dropped the phone as he fell down to his knees again, his hands clutching and clawing at the burning in his chest. He was utterly floored with panic at the thought of dying; he'd never gotten this close before without any options left. The feeling of not knowing what to do was enough to make him want to drive a stake through is own heart.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 24, 2020 9:58:37 GMT
She stopped in her tracks for a brief moment. The voice wasn't one that she knew. Fuck. She ignored the strong desire to curse out whoever this man was, immediately running faster, her eyes scanning the street signs. "Just stay there, if you have anything to stop the bleeding, just try to stop it," she snapped, "I'm on my way."
9th...9th...9th...oh, 9th and Broadway. She made a quick dash across the street, and yeah. Whoever it was, he wasn't wrong about the giant hole in the side of the building. She glanced through the hole in the wall–what the hell had happened? Had he fallen in? Where the hell was the vampire?–Jesus Christ that was a fall. She grimaced; was he still alive? Fear seized her heart; if he died, there was a possibility she would too. That was how the blood magic worked, right? She wasn't even sure herself.
Leaping off the edge, her jacket fluttering behind her, she landed a little too lightly. "Hywel?" she called out, her breath catching in her throat, "Hy–"
He was on the floor, and a man was kneeling beside him. As she neared them, her face paled. There were blood tracks down the other man's throat, his skin as pale as Hywel's was ashen. No, no, no....
"What did you do?" she breathed, as she kneeled by the man, her hands above his chest as she muttered something Gaelic underneath her breath, a faint glow on her hands seemed to be checking for signs of injury. She turned to the man with gritted teeth, her eyes searching his face for a brief second.
"You're dying," she replied in a deadpan, letting out a scoff. It was hard to tell whether she was more furious or amused. She had only seen this once or twice, when they had made accidents in the past, but she had been able to work immediately those times. She wasn't sure how much time had passed since he had absorbed life from the vampire. Was she really going to be able to save them? It wasn't so much that she was out of practice as she was just improvising along the way.
"Shit, you really picked perfect victim, vampire, he's only poisonous to you when he loses control," she grumbled, as she reached into the bag she was carrying, one hand still on her brother and the other searching through the mess of things inside the old leather pouch, pulling out a vial of some deep blue liquid and tossing it to the other man. "Drink this before you die; pretty sure you don't want to end your life in some miserable dump like this."
She grabbed another bottle, and quickly pulled open Hywel's mouth and poured it into his throat. She turned to Felix again. "What are you waiting for?"
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Post by kat on Jul 25, 2020 3:21:03 GMT
Felix dropped the phone after her instructions. His energy was plummeting quickly, and he just wanted to focus on doing what she said. He tore his jacked off easily, using the fabric to wrap it around the holes in the stranger's neck. He saw stars in his vision, and his ears were ringing. He remember this feeling ages ago when he was turned, but this time, the fear of death was more real. This would be his final death, unless he did everything possible to save the person he was trying to eat minutes ago.
"Alright, I know there's been some shit between us," he mumbled. "But you're going to have to stay alive. Don't fucking die just to spite me." He continued holding the jacket around his throat, wondering if he was doing more harm than good by the stance that looked like he was choking him.
He heard her voice in the distance, but he couldn't muster enough energy to call back out. She'd find her way down here.
Once the mess of blonde hair appeared beside him, Felix slouched to the side, fumbling lazy out of her way as he groaned at her words. "I tried to eat him," he said, his words as sharp as his teeth, clutching the pain in his chest. The blackness on the edge of his vision was growing bigger.
"Really? Is that what's happening?" His sarcasm burned him more than her, and he cried out with a unholy roar. "What the fuck is he?!"
The question would go unanswered for now, as Rhiannon threw some sort of vile towards him. He examined the liquid, glancing at her briefly. Could he trust her? Fuck it. He literally had nothing else to lose. He tossed it back, throwing the empty bottle across the room before screaming out in pain again.
It wasn't an instant cure, and he wouldn't call it cure much at all. The pain that pulsated through his veins like a poison was still raging hot, but as whatever he drank began to take effect, he slowly felt himself begin to cool. Like an instant opioid, his muscles relaxed, and though the pain was still as bad as it was before, it wasn't in the forefront of his mind. He collapsed on his back, his face rolling towards Rhiannon hovering over the stranger. Whatever she was doing, Felix was sending every prayer to Satan not to take him yet.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 25, 2020 3:56:04 GMT
She didn't have time for his questions, and frankly, he was the vampire who had tried to eat him. Rule number two, never let anyone else know exactly what they were and what they did. Rhiannon knew better than anyone that information was power, and she'd be damned if she let some strange vampire know more than he needed to know.
"Drink first, talk later," she snapped back in response to the sarcasm. She knew the other man wouldn't trust her, but it was necessary. A sigh left her mouth. How did she even explain what she was doing? She didn't know what would work or if this was all a futile game. She gritted her teeth as she sought her brother's pulse. It was faint, so faint that she should've been scared, but it was there.
"Okay, he needs to be conscious for this," she muttered, when she heard the clatter of the bottle smash against a rock. She shot a fierce look towards Felix, only softening when she realized he didn't just waste a perfectly good potion of hers. Good, he drank it. He should be feeling the effects in a couple of minutes, and the potion would've slowed the poison down. She couldn't understand why the vampire was reacting so badly to him, her only theory being that she hadn't stopped Hywel in time...there were so many variables she didn't understand.
"Okay, I'm guessing since you tried to eat him and he tried to do the same thing to you, it's causing whatever this...reaction is. He can't feed off immortals like you, and I've never seen a vampire feed off him so I don't know how that works," she admitted, her voice speaking in a rush as if trying to work as quickly as possible, "I need to resuscitate him and you need to help me keep him awake while I investigate; I think what might be happening is somehow you accidentally tied your lifeline to his, which is why you're dying when he is."
She had come across the term 'quantum entanglement' before, but she wasn't a scientist. Still, she grabbed another bottle, popping the cork off and pouring it down Hywel's throat again. A moment later, the man gasped for breath, clawing at the ground, at his throat, a silent scream evident on his mouth.
"Keep still or you're about to die," she snapped at the struggling man, before turning to Felix, a crooked wand in her hand, "hold him down for me?"
She muttered foreign words under her breath, as a strange glow appeared on their skin, the woman observing the light as if it was something she could understand.
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