Vampire Zoomies!

[lordoftheozarks]

Who: Lord Erik Osborne (lordoftheozarks) & Open!
What:Following Erik Drinking Eddie's blood until he dies Erik has gotten himself a little blood drunk and silly. Vampire zoomies!
When: Immediately after linked thread
Where: All over town/woods feel free to pick any place even if not listed
Warning(s):Erik will be acting slightly high/drunk, talk of blood/blood drinking, potentially nsfw


He's buzzing with vitality, more full than he's been in longer than he can remember. He's so hopped-up on blood he barely knows what to do with himself.

First, he tries running it off in the woods, a pale blur darting through the trees. He gets in so far he can't even hear the town anymore and, still, his skin crawls with power begging to be used. So, he goes next to the cliffs, scaling them with bare hands and feet in a matter of minutes. That takes a slight edge off of it. Enough that he feels he might safely be able to go to town.

With his shoes in his hands, not even bothering to put them back on, he dashes to town. He's unbuttoned the front of his shirt, as well, because for once he's actually hot. Almost unbearably hot! It will be noticeable to anyone who looks at him; he's flushed bright red all the way from his chest to his cheeks.

He slows once he reaches the town square, walking with a slight list to the left like a drunkard. Ooh, his head is a little fuzzy too. Now he remembers why he doesn't tend to let himself overindulge. Wisdom tells him he should go home and try to sleep this off, but the mischievous part of him thinks there might be better things he could do to take advantage of all this endless stamina.

"Pleasant evening," he's wearing a bold fang-filled grin of pure lust. "Want to help me wear myself out? I'm offering my services for free tonight only."

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[restingslasherface]

"Your services you say!" Jean's on the way home with groceries and now they're Vibrating. "Can I engage you in a research capacity? I'll need to get some things from home but hahaha, hahahahahaha, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I could use a hunting partner on this one."

[lordoftheozarks]

Oh. It's...oh no. Jean. Fuck. He wasn't thinking before he opened his mouth and now... wait.

What?

Extremely unsettling laughter aside, that actually is a request he can fulfill. He thinks.

"What are we hunting for?"

[restingslasherface]

"I thought we might find the River Walker, bait it out, murder it in terror and pain, and then steal the light behind its eyes. Reports indicate that it can talk; that further means that its actions are motivated by malice! It needs a lesson in community justice."

[lordoftheozarks]

"I do owe that River Walker some violence," Erik says with a menacing grin.

"It can indeed talk. And it knows to fear me. I have defeated it once before."

[restingslasherface]

"Ahahaha yes! Excellent! Comrade Erik, we may just learn something tonight. We should move quickly..."

Looks at groceries.

Looks at Erik.

Looks at groceries.

"I need Cobalt Scar from my house...if you carry me I won't tell anyone if you don't?"

[lordoftheozarks]

Comrade? He's too tipsy to even attempt to hide the shock on his face. That is not a thing he has been called in... well, several lifetimes. Has Jean always called people that?

"Jean, I think I would prefer if you stick to calling me Mister." Please, don't make him explain. Oh, please. They do not have the time for it.

"I will run so fast, no one will know it was us. No problem." Probably. His vision is... no, no, it's fine.

"Hop onto my back." Erik squats down to let Jean climb up.

[restingslasherface]

Jean collects their groceries and then climbs aboard the Vampire Express. Awayyyyyyyyy!

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Chris pauses, watching Erik make his slightly wobbly way across the square. They are holding a rather thick physiology text from the library against their chest -- despite their light complaints about not wanting to take over from the town doctor, Chris is still refreshing some of their general medical knowledge.

Just in case.

At that bold offer, Chris raises an eyebrow and asks, "Have you decided to indulge in some charity for the poor?"

[lordoftheozarks]

"What if I have?" He leans in a little closer, trying to read the front of that book but his eyes are having just a little bit of trouble focussing on any one thing. "Do I look too good for charity work? Hm? What have yo got to lose?"

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"It wasn't a criticism. Just curiosity."

And Chris notices that trouble focusing. They reach out, slipping one hand under Erik's chin, and peer closer to study his eyes. There's a flicker of concern in Chris's expression. "...Are you all right? You seem... tipsy."

He seems drunk, but Chris is being diplomatic now.

[lordoftheozarks]

He sways a little trying to keep his eyes on Chris's hand until it's under his chin. His smile is carelessly wide, showing his teeth in full.

"I'm blood drunk. Embarrassing, really. I haven't been in ages."

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Chris can't help smiling back. Any fangs on display don't disquiet them -- there are things in Hell that have worse things in their mouths.

"Lord Osborne, I didn't take you for one to overindulge." Chris giggles a little, their voice taking on a teasing, playful note, "Are you so sure you should be working at the moment? Perhaps you need to sleep this off."

[lordoftheozarks]

"I'm usually not," he insists earnestly. "This was by a special request."

His thin lips jut out in a pout. "I'm not working. I'm not taking any fees tonight. I'm just looking for a good fuck to wear me out. Vampires don't really need to sleep, you know."

[graveling]

"Services?" Don't be weird, Erik, you're like his father figure. And Angel is currently restless because he knows his...whatever-they-are...is planning on dying tonight, so he's all antsy and uncomfortable and while he could use a distraction...

...that's not it.

[lordoftheozarks]

"Ah, I'm sorry Angel, I didn't realize it was you immediately." Already a red flag. "No, I'm afraid those services are not available to you, as such. But... pardon my saying so, you do not look to be doing well. Is something troubling you?"

[graveling]

"Yeah, just a little. My...friend...Eddie, uh, told me he's got something to do tonight. Normally, I'd spend my night with him, so I'm sort of at loose ends."

Yeah, he's not spreading the details of Eddie's business around, but it's clear he's aware of the loose details. Oh, not Erik's involvement, but the rest.

[lordoftheozarks]

"Ah. Yes. About that." Well. This is about to become very awkward. "I just came from his farm, I'm afraid."

[graveling]

"Why are you afraid?"

But there's a coldness now in Angel's eyes, anger held on a very, very thin tight leash. Yes, he knows Eddie literally asked for it. He's struggling to care, though. He wants to scream, or to hit Erik, or to cry.

He can't cry, though, he's missing the parts. His hands ball into tight, tight fists, tense like a tight-wound string or a far-stretched rubber band.

[lordoftheozarks]

"Because I left him dead, Angel." He is bracing for if one of those fists comes swinging. If they do, he will catch it, but gently.

"I'm sorry if that upsets you. But, I'm sure he must have told you his plan?"

[skeletonkeay]

Oh, Christ, here we go.

Gerry already could tell he was in for an interesting interaction when some drunk asshole came teetering up to him on the street while he was on his way home, but of course it had to be this particular drunk asshole. And then he blurts out just the wildest proposition Gerry's heard. He's tempted to tell Erik to fuck off.

And yet.

"You sure you wanna offer me that discount?"

[lordoftheozarks]

"Why not?" he purrs. "You were so fun to play with before. Don't you want to see what a good vampire can do for you?"

[skeletonkeay]

Despite being a bit annoyed at being thought of as some kind of plaything, he plays along. For now.

Compared to Erik, he's quite tall, made all the more evident when he steps forward to meet Erik's eyes dead on. Despite never dating, this is far from his first tryst, and there's something exciting about feeling out the dynamic. He peers down his nose.

"Vampire and monster hunter. A bit cliche. But I'll bite. Or maybe you will."

[lordoftheozarks]

Erik lifts his face so naturally to meet Gerry's eyes. His human servant at home is a foot taller than he is, so it comes as second nature. He loses none of his poise (what little of it remains in his drunken state to begin with.)

"Not tonight I won't. I've already had far too much."

[skeletonkeay]

A breathed huff of a laugh manages to find it's way past Gerry's lips. "Fair enough. Where to? I assume you have a few tools at home?"

[lordoftheozarks]

"More than a few." Some of them were gifts, but that's not necessary to disclose.

"Do you want me to carry you home again?"